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It happened about 5 years ago, I was a senior in high school and I was 18.
I was a clumsy, pale guy, not in great shape and I didn't think I was, I was, particularly attractive.
I didn't think much of myself myself. The school I attended had a program that allowed students to travel and learn about the history of different places.
We planned to visit the United Kingdom, Ireland, France and Germany. The trip would take about 5 weeks but it was worth it.
At that time I was confused about my orientation, I was uncertain about myself. I felt that a woman was the right thing to want, but I got excited and desired men even though I was not familiar with them.
Before the trip, I was constantly thinking about how amazing it would be to have a warm man for an erotic and mysterious love story. It intrigued me! My dreams of passionate and passionate hot sex should have come true.
We traveled to various countries and visited almost everything. We had interpreters who helped us with our daily tasks and were our guides.
It was towards the end of our trip, I had seen many attractive men, but nothing had ever happened until we were in Germany.
I feared that country expecting it to be beautiful and horrible at the same time. We arrived at the airport and met three brothers. Two were to act as interpreters and the third only accompanied them. All three were attractive but the first two were a bit older so it was the younger one who attracted my attention.
He seemed shy and yet very open and exciting. He was wearing a t-shirt, a yellow and black scarf around his big muscular neck and a pair of jeans. His chest and shoulders were wide, you could see his chiseled body under his tight shirt and his long, well-tuned legs. On top of all this he had blue eyes, blond hair and a perfect tan.
She looked at me and smiled at me, that smile made me melt. Her teeth were beautiful and her cheeks had the sweetest dimples I'd ever seen.
After the smile, he walked away from our group. I watched him whenever I had the chance and no one seemed to notice my interest in him.
He stayed with us throughout that part of the trip and came everywhere with us.
The first real contact was late one evening. We had stayed up after everyone had gone to bed and played cards in a gazebo outside our hotel. One of his brothers was with us and we were having a conversation. I asked him about his passions and we exchanged stories.
He tried to answer in a poor Italian but he was adorable. Soon his brother left us and we looked at each other. It started raining and I said, "Maybe we should go back inside." He nodded to the boss and said in his insufficient Italian: "Yes."
We took the cards and put them under our coats. It was raining cats and dogs and it was 1:00 in the morning. The lights outside the hotel were the only things that could guide us. He stood behind me and pushed me by my butt as if to escort me into the hotel. He was much taller than me and I looked him in the eye. He smiled at me and I smiled at him as we kept running. I was so into him. In my eyes, he was the sweetest man I'd ever met. He was my prince.
We went in and he gave me a hug and said good night.
I thought to myself, "What happened? I had never expressed my feelings towards men and for what I knew about that guy nothing made me think he could be gay or be attracted to me, little pale guy.
I went to bed and jerked off while my teacher was 3 bunks over. All I could do was think of him... my first real love.
The rest of the trip he did a lot of things that made me ask questions. He would punch me small and tickle me; he would grab me by the waist and carry me around, take me on his shoulders so I could see better... I didn't know what to think.
Then, two nights before we left, it happened.
We were playing cards again, this time in my room. It was just him and me, everyone else was out exploring Germany's nightlife. We were lying on the bed playing. Slowly we began to exchange glances and smiles. When I won the game he said it was unfair and started fighting with me. We resumed and I'm pretty sure he let me win.
Then he pushed me against the wall, my whole body was pushed against the wall. His groin partially supported me and in doing so my legs spread to his hips. He slowly lowered his gaze to my leg and then up to me again.
I was breathing heavily. We paused, I stared passionately into his eyes, I wanted more, and he stared at me.
It was wonderful to look at each other.
He lowered me down slowly as we kept staring at each other. Suddenly he kissed me passionately, kissed my neck.
"I've wanted to do that since the first time I saw you!"
I let him do everything. He unbuttoned my shirt and slowly tightened my belt while he kissed me, I unbuttoned his shirt exposing his tanned pecs and abs.
He lowered down and started sucking my nipples while he slowly stroked my cock growing tight in his pants.
He took off his shirt and then his pants. I started rubbing his cock, it was big and I could feel it, I could feel the definition of the rod, the head and all the veins.
He came down further, now rubbing my stomach and chest, pulling my jeans off. He slowly followed the trail of hair that came down kissing and sucking my stomach, down to my groin. He didn't suck it and didn't pull my underwear off, instead he kissed and sucked around the pole and kept rubbing my stomach.
My head fell back and my eyes rolled back, and I complained slowly with each kiss. Grabbing the back of his neck, I ran my fingers through his hair.
He said: "I want to blow you up."
I nodded my head and smiled.
He pulled back my panties and my discreetly long, big cock wiggled out.
He whimpered when it bounced in front of his face, looked at me with a huge, seductive smile before taking it all in his mouth. At first he let it in and out slowly coming down with his tongue around the pole, always sucking with sucking noise.
I was dripping before ejaculation and he swallowed it looking at me.
"Yum, my favorite."
He kept sucking on it, grabbed my buttock and stroked it for a few minutes. I was in complete euphoria, it was gorgeous. Slowly he started to penetrate me with his finger, he started laughing as he penetrated my tight virgin asshole to the point of almost suffocating. I was so excited! He started sliding another finger in. I was moving his fingers and dick in and out of his mouth. He took it all the way in, choked for a few seconds and held it there. I could feel his throat trying to swallow my dick. He held it there for at least a minute with his eyes closed without breathing.
It was unbelievable, I grabbed his free hand and started sucking on his fingers. He started sucking again, taking his mouth out of my pole from time to time, he kept stroking me in the ass with his fingers while he was sucking my balls. He looked at me one last time and did something I can't report.
It seemed like every nerve in my dick was being pushed over the edge. It was like he was wrapping and sucking. I waved, my ass tightened up and I shot the load into his mouth, he didn't swallow.
He got up while I was still recuperating, I opened my mouth with one finger, poured my cum into it and started swapping it with me.
He sucked my tongue into his mouth and then spit the cum back out. Some of it fell on our faces and on our chests. He swallowed what was left and kissed me again.
"Now it's my turn to come."
I laughed and said yes, he laughed too.
He sat me down on the bed and stood in front of me.
I went to his cock; the pole was about this long and really big. I sucked it slowly and he started fucking my face. Louder and louder.
I was rubbing his balls and I realized I didn't have any choking sensation! I could take every inch of it, it was magnificent.
He kept fucking my face and started shouting something in German, complaining about the immense pleasure. I saw his abs shake and his whole body stretch.
He shouted, "Oh yes! " and then, "Don't swallow!"
I said yes with my mouth trying to contain all his hot, slippery sperm. It was like syrup and tasted sweet unlike mine which was thick and salty.
It came down to my face and sucked all the cum out of it, for a few minutes we swapped it. This excited me to the max and my dick started growing again.
He noticed it too. He sucked out of my mouth every drop of semen he could, then lowered himself and deposited it on my dick which started to pulsate with pleasure.
He took my penis and placed it against his ass. That tight, perfect ass. He stuck it in facing me and started going up and down.
I leaned back, it was pure pleasure and I complained.
He was riding me while he was rubbing my nipples. Everything in me was hard and pulsating.
He complained and said, "You have a perfect cock, I like the feel of it, it's like heaven in my ass."
I just said, "Yes, baby?"
He smiled at me and kept on riding me. I started to feel that feeling before I cum. He felt it too and started pumping harder and complaining faster with each blow.
It happened.
I yelled, "Oh my God, I'm gonna cum in your perfect ass, baby!"
And he's like, "I know!!! It's so beautiful, sweetheart!"
I came like I'd never come before, it lasted for 30 seconds and he kept moving, the sperm started dripping from his ass over the floor.
He got up and pushed me back into bed while he kissed me passionately. Then we stopped and got into bed together.
The door was locked, the lights off. I lay on his chest, his muscular arms around my skinny body.
I could hear him breathing, his chest moving up and down. I'd never felt so alive. I stood there curled up and squashed on his perfectly chiseled and hairless chest, I fell asleep in complete euphoria.
I woke up in his arms the next day. For the rest of the trip after seeing what there was to see we could do what we wanted. It was a beautiful journey in every way. Then we headed for the airport; I was upset because I was leaving the love of my life. I cried for three hours, he looked at me unhappy, wishing I wasn't sad. He took my bags and brought them to me, the rest of my group was already on board.
He looked me in the eye and said, "I love you."
I cried on his chest, I felt like the world had frozen over.
He caressed me and embraced me. We kissed one last time and I walked away. A tear came out of his eyes and waved at me, no one understood what had happened. I walked away slowly, looking back until he disappeared into the crowd.
That was the best summer of my life and I will never forget Lukas.
.
I was a clumsy, pale guy, not in great shape and I didn't think I was, I was, particularly attractive.
I didn't think much of myself myself. The school I attended had a program that allowed students to travel and learn about the history of different places.
We planned to visit the United Kingdom, Ireland, France and Germany. The trip would take about 5 weeks but it was worth it.
At that time I was confused about my orientation, I was uncertain about myself. I felt that a woman was the right thing to want, but I got excited and desired men even though I was not familiar with them.
Before the trip, I was constantly thinking about how amazing it would be to have a warm man for an erotic and mysterious love story. It intrigued me! My dreams of passionate and passionate hot sex should have come true.
We traveled to various countries and visited almost everything. We had interpreters who helped us with our daily tasks and were our guides.
It was towards the end of our trip, I had seen many attractive men, but nothing had ever happened until we were in Germany.
I feared that country expecting it to be beautiful and horrible at the same time. We arrived at the airport and met three brothers. Two were to act as interpreters and the third only accompanied them. All three were attractive but the first two were a bit older so it was the younger one who attracted my attention.
He seemed shy and yet very open and exciting. He was wearing a t-shirt, a yellow and black scarf around his big muscular neck and a pair of jeans. His chest and shoulders were wide, you could see his chiseled body under his tight shirt and his long, well-tuned legs. On top of all this he had blue eyes, blond hair and a perfect tan.
She looked at me and smiled at me, that smile made me melt. Her teeth were beautiful and her cheeks had the sweetest dimples I'd ever seen.
After the smile, he walked away from our group. I watched him whenever I had the chance and no one seemed to notice my interest in him.
He stayed with us throughout that part of the trip and came everywhere with us.
The first real contact was late one evening. We had stayed up after everyone had gone to bed and played cards in a gazebo outside our hotel. One of his brothers was with us and we were having a conversation. I asked him about his passions and we exchanged stories.
He tried to answer in a poor Italian but he was adorable. Soon his brother left us and we looked at each other. It started raining and I said, "Maybe we should go back inside." He nodded to the boss and said in his insufficient Italian: "Yes."
We took the cards and put them under our coats. It was raining cats and dogs and it was 1:00 in the morning. The lights outside the hotel were the only things that could guide us. He stood behind me and pushed me by my butt as if to escort me into the hotel. He was much taller than me and I looked him in the eye. He smiled at me and I smiled at him as we kept running. I was so into him. In my eyes, he was the sweetest man I'd ever met. He was my prince.
We went in and he gave me a hug and said good night.
I thought to myself, "What happened? I had never expressed my feelings towards men and for what I knew about that guy nothing made me think he could be gay or be attracted to me, little pale guy.
I went to bed and jerked off while my teacher was 3 bunks over. All I could do was think of him... my first real love.
The rest of the trip he did a lot of things that made me ask questions. He would punch me small and tickle me; he would grab me by the waist and carry me around, take me on his shoulders so I could see better... I didn't know what to think.
Then, two nights before we left, it happened.
We were playing cards again, this time in my room. It was just him and me, everyone else was out exploring Germany's nightlife. We were lying on the bed playing. Slowly we began to exchange glances and smiles. When I won the game he said it was unfair and started fighting with me. We resumed and I'm pretty sure he let me win.
Then he pushed me against the wall, my whole body was pushed against the wall. His groin partially supported me and in doing so my legs spread to his hips. He slowly lowered his gaze to my leg and then up to me again.
I was breathing heavily. We paused, I stared passionately into his eyes, I wanted more, and he stared at me.
It was wonderful to look at each other.
He lowered me down slowly as we kept staring at each other. Suddenly he kissed me passionately, kissed my neck.
"I've wanted to do that since the first time I saw you!"
I let him do everything. He unbuttoned my shirt and slowly tightened my belt while he kissed me, I unbuttoned his shirt exposing his tanned pecs and abs.
He lowered down and started sucking my nipples while he slowly stroked my cock growing tight in his pants.
He took off his shirt and then his pants. I started rubbing his cock, it was big and I could feel it, I could feel the definition of the rod, the head and all the veins.
He came down further, now rubbing my stomach and chest, pulling my jeans off. He slowly followed the trail of hair that came down kissing and sucking my stomach, down to my groin. He didn't suck it and didn't pull my underwear off, instead he kissed and sucked around the pole and kept rubbing my stomach.
My head fell back and my eyes rolled back, and I complained slowly with each kiss. Grabbing the back of his neck, I ran my fingers through his hair.
He said: "I want to blow you up."
I nodded my head and smiled.
He pulled back my panties and my discreetly long, big cock wiggled out.
He whimpered when it bounced in front of his face, looked at me with a huge, seductive smile before taking it all in his mouth. At first he let it in and out slowly coming down with his tongue around the pole, always sucking with sucking noise.
I was dripping before ejaculation and he swallowed it looking at me.
"Yum, my favorite."
He kept sucking on it, grabbed my buttock and stroked it for a few minutes. I was in complete euphoria, it was gorgeous. Slowly he started to penetrate me with his finger, he started laughing as he penetrated my tight virgin asshole to the point of almost suffocating. I was so excited! He started sliding another finger in. I was moving his fingers and dick in and out of his mouth. He took it all the way in, choked for a few seconds and held it there. I could feel his throat trying to swallow my dick. He held it there for at least a minute with his eyes closed without breathing.
It was unbelievable, I grabbed his free hand and started sucking on his fingers. He started sucking again, taking his mouth out of my pole from time to time, he kept stroking me in the ass with his fingers while he was sucking my balls. He looked at me one last time and did something I can't report.
It seemed like every nerve in my dick was being pushed over the edge. It was like he was wrapping and sucking. I waved, my ass tightened up and I shot the load into his mouth, he didn't swallow.
He got up while I was still recuperating, I opened my mouth with one finger, poured my cum into it and started swapping it with me.
He sucked my tongue into his mouth and then spit the cum back out. Some of it fell on our faces and on our chests. He swallowed what was left and kissed me again.
"Now it's my turn to come."
I laughed and said yes, he laughed too.
He sat me down on the bed and stood in front of me.
I went to his cock; the pole was about this long and really big. I sucked it slowly and he started fucking my face. Louder and louder.
I was rubbing his balls and I realized I didn't have any choking sensation! I could take every inch of it, it was magnificent.
He kept fucking my face and started shouting something in German, complaining about the immense pleasure. I saw his abs shake and his whole body stretch.
He shouted, "Oh yes! " and then, "Don't swallow!"
I said yes with my mouth trying to contain all his hot, slippery sperm. It was like syrup and tasted sweet unlike mine which was thick and salty.
It came down to my face and sucked all the cum out of it, for a few minutes we swapped it. This excited me to the max and my dick started growing again.
He noticed it too. He sucked out of my mouth every drop of semen he could, then lowered himself and deposited it on my dick which started to pulsate with pleasure.
He took my penis and placed it against his ass. That tight, perfect ass. He stuck it in facing me and started going up and down.
I leaned back, it was pure pleasure and I complained.
He was riding me while he was rubbing my nipples. Everything in me was hard and pulsating.
He complained and said, "You have a perfect cock, I like the feel of it, it's like heaven in my ass."
I just said, "Yes, baby?"
He smiled at me and kept on riding me. I started to feel that feeling before I cum. He felt it too and started pumping harder and complaining faster with each blow.
It happened.
I yelled, "Oh my God, I'm gonna cum in your perfect ass, baby!"
And he's like, "I know!!! It's so beautiful, sweetheart!"
I came like I'd never come before, it lasted for 30 seconds and he kept moving, the sperm started dripping from his ass over the floor.
He got up and pushed me back into bed while he kissed me passionately. Then we stopped and got into bed together.
The door was locked, the lights off. I lay on his chest, his muscular arms around my skinny body.
I could hear him breathing, his chest moving up and down. I'd never felt so alive. I stood there curled up and squashed on his perfectly chiseled and hairless chest, I fell asleep in complete euphoria.
I woke up in his arms the next day. For the rest of the trip after seeing what there was to see we could do what we wanted. It was a beautiful journey in every way. Then we headed for the airport; I was upset because I was leaving the love of my life. I cried for three hours, he looked at me unhappy, wishing I wasn't sad. He took my bags and brought them to me, the rest of my group was already on board.
He looked me in the eye and said, "I love you."
I cried on his chest, I felt like the world had frozen over.
He caressed me and embraced me. We kissed one last time and I walked away. A tear came out of his eyes and waved at me, no one understood what had happened. I walked away slowly, looking back until he disappeared into the crowd.
That was the best summer of my life and I will never forget Lukas.
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