A HOT HOLIDAY IN EUROPE - PART 37
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Friday evening
Berlin
I decided to go to the Hofbrauhaus again for dinner as it was only a short walk and I liked the food there. It was a good place to go to on your own as it was so lively.
When I got there, I discovered there was a line of people waiting to get in. It was Friday evening and, no doubt, lots more people were out to dine and have a good time. The wait wasn't very long and when I got to the desk I was asked if I was happy to share a table as they were so busy. I was OK with that and I was taken through to a table that seated six. I had the table to myself for a short while but before I could order, two young couples joined me.
The drinks waiter came over and I ordered a large stein of beer and then waited for the food waiter to take my order. It was very busy and I expected there might be a long wait but that was OK as I had brought my Kindle and was happy to read.
I looked up at one stage and a middle-aged man at the next table caught my eye and smiled. I smiled back and went back to reading. Suddenly, he was standing next to me.
'English?' he said, looking at the words on my Kindle. 'I see you are on your own', he said. 'Would you like to join my table? I am on my own, too'.
He seemed very friendly and I agreed, moving over to his table. His name was Werner. The other four seats at his table were soon filled by more people. The food waiter arrived and we ordered.
'You speak good German', he said after listening to me talking to the waiter. 'Where did you learn?'
I explained that I had learned it at school but also had spent two months with the family of a German penfriend near Hanover a few years after I left school. Since then I had kept it up chatting to people on the internet.
He had learned English at school and then his export business took him often to England. He had been working in Berlin since Tuesday and was flying home to Hamburg tomorrow morning. We continued speaking in English, which I appreciated.
While we ate, we talked about a wide range of things. He was good company and I was glad he had asked me to join him but the Hofbrauhaus was getting very noisy and it was a bit hard to hear. When we finished our meal, he asked me if I would like to go to a quieter bar nearby and have another drink. I nodded and he looked very pleased.
The bar he took me to was part of a hotel that was in the same block as my hotel. It was quite upmarket, quiet and comfortable. He ordered a whiskey on ice and I ordered a glass of white wine. It was much sweeter than I expected, but drinkable.
We continued chatting and he showed me a photo of his wife and two young children. He had married later in life and so his children were still very young.
'You do not have a partner?' he asked. From the way he said it, I sensed there was more to his question. I decided to take a chance and see if I was right.
'No, I am gay and currently single', I said. He nodded, thoughtfully, and took another sip of his drink. Then he looked at me intently.
'I like men too', he said. 'My wife knows and is accepting but she expects me to be discreet'.
'You're lucky', I replied. 'It can be difficult for men who find themselves in that position'.
'I told my wife before we married, so it has never been a surprise for her', he said.
For a moment, we lapsed into silence. I was wondering if he was about to ask me to go to bed with him. He was nice looking and friendly and I decided that if he asked, I would agree.
'I want you to know that I only invited you to my table at the Hofbrauhaus because you looked very alone reading there', he said. 'And I don't like eating on my own'.
I smiled and thanked him. There was a further silence between us as we sipped our drinks. He was staring off into space as if uncomfortable to make further eye contact. I suddenly felt it was up to me to make the next move, but carefully.
'I think if I had thought you were trying to pick me up there, I would have agreed to join you', I said. 'You are an attractive man'. He looked very pleased and suddenly a bit more relaxed.
'Shall we have another drink?' he said, smiling. I agreed and we ordered the same again.
He became much more animated and chatty as we drank. Finally, we finished and he hesitated and turned to me.
'Would you like to come to my room for a while?' he said, a little nervously.
'I would be honoured', I said and he smiled broadly. 'Let's go!'.
I suspected he was staying in this hotel and I was right. As we went up in the elevator, I wondered if we would be sexually compatible. I was hoping he would be top and hoping he wasn't thinking the same about me. Well, whatever the situation, we would have a pleasant time, I was sure.
Once in his room, he offered me another drink from the minibar but I declined, saying I had already had more than I normally would. He took off his jacket and tie. He was in his late forties or early fifties, about average height and of solid build. Like me, he needed to lose a few pounds but he looked fine. He had a greying goatee beard and his hair was thick and turning grey, too.
He embraced me in a strong hug and then kissed me tenderly on the lips. He was an excellent kisser. As he kissed, he became more and more passionate. It was like a dam bursting and his excitement transferred easily to me, making me feel quite aroused.
'Let's undress', he said, breaking away. We got out of our clothes quickly. Werner was only lightly hairy and had a nice thick seven inch cock which was rock hard and pointing upwards. He embraced me again and kissed me even more passionately. I was still wondering if he was top or bottom.
'You prefer to be top for fucking?' he asked. He must have been reading my mind!
'No, I am bottom', I said, apologetically.
'Ah, that is perfect', he said. 'I will love to fuck you'. He went on kissing me, running his hands all over my body and finally feeling underneath for my asshole.
We lay down on the bed and he climbed on top of me, pushing my legs back. He fingered my hole for a while and then came forward to kiss me some more, letting my legs fall back onto the bed. He was a very sensuous kisser, licking my ears and neck and even my forehead at one point.
Then he straddled my chest and put his cock into my mouth. He was leaking a little precum which looked very sexy and tasted sweet. He moved his cock in and out of my mouth gently. It was quite thick with a big head on it. I enjoyed sucking him and listening to him moaning with pleasure. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of my mouth.
'You are much too good at that', he said, breathing heavily. 'But I want to fuck you now'.
'I will get some lubricant', he said, getting off the bed and going to the bathroom. He returned with a small sachet of lube, a towel and some condoms.
'You will forgive me if I use the condom', he said, ruefully. 'I promise my wife always'.
'That's fine with me', I said.
He put the condom on expertly and then added some lube. He lifted my legs and put some on my hole, too. Then holding my legs back, he put the big head of his cock into my hole and pushed it up into me. He didn't stop until I had it all. It felt very hot and thick. I moaned slightly as he pushed it a bit further. The head felt very big inside me.
He started moving and leaned forward to kiss me. The combination of his hot cock moving inside me and his superb kissing was really good. Something about how he was moving seemed to be massaging my prostate. I felt like I could cum easily if he kept that up.
He increased speed and then, leaning back, held my legs up by the ankles and started fucking me quite hard. It felt awesome.
'You want it harder?' he asked.
'If you want to, it is OK with me', I replied. His speed increased and he fucked me intensely for about ten minutes without slowing down. He was much fitter than he looked! It suddenly felt like his cock was getting larger inside me. He started breathing heavily and then closed his eyes and shot his load into me. It felt like a strong one and he collapsed on top of me, kissing me furiously.
After a while he pulled his cock out of me and took the rather full condom off and used the small towel he had brought with him from the bathroom. Then he lay down alongside me and, putting some lube on my cock, proceeded to jerk me off. He did it exactly as I like it, slow and steady, concentrating his hand gently but firmly just under the head. It took only a few minutes and I shot a good-sized load onto my belly. Then he kissed me again. He really was a nice kisser.
We lay there chatting for some time afterwards but eventually started to feel a bit too cool. The air conditioning was a bit draughty. He offered me a shower, but I said I was just in the next hotel along from his and would shower there as soon as I got back.
I dressed and he kissed me again at the door and then I walked the short distance back to my hotel where I showered and hopped into bed to read. Before long, I felt sleepy and turned the light off. I think I felt asleep almost instantly.
To be continued....
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