A HOT HOLIDAY IN EUROPE - PART 38
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Saturday
Berlin
I got up at 7am and had breakfast. At 11am, I walked to the World Clock in Alexanderplatz where I had arranged to meet long-time internet friend, Murad, originally from Qatar.
He wanted to take me for a sightseeing walk in the Arab quarter of Berlin so we took the Underground to Kottbusser Tor station.
First, we checked out the Turkish market at Maybachufer on the Landwehr Canal. Then we had a drink on the roof of the Karstadt department store. After that, we walked along Sonnenallee (the Arab street) and we had lunch at a restaurant, sitting outside on the footpath.
The food was very interesting and it was nice sitting in the sun and watching the busy scene around us. I seemed to be the only non-Arab person in sight.
'What do you think of the Arab men?' asked Murad, quietly.
'There are some very handsome guys around, 'I replied. 'My imagination is working overtime'.
He smiled and said, 'I'd like to watch a group of them having you'. I nodded - that idea was quite exciting but a bit scary, too. These guys looked very macho and darkly intimidating.
After walking around the area and looking into shops selling Arab goods, we walked back to Hermannplatz station and took the train back towards the centre of Berlin. I got off at Alexanderplatz and Murad said goodbye to me there and continued on to his destination.
I walked back towards the hotel. It was only 4pm so I went for a drink at the bar I had been to last night with Werner. I relaxed in a comfortable booth with a beer and used their wi-fi to check my phone for messages.
There was a message from a guy I had chatted to briefly back home and had then lost touch with. I was quite pleased to hear from him as I had thought he was very handsome and sexy.
He was a refugee from Syria originally and now living in Berlin. His name was Talat and he was 38. I messaged him back and he replied almost immediately. He was very pleased to make contact with me and asked if we could get together. I told him where I was staying but he asked if I could come to his apartment this afternoon. I would need to take the S-Bahn to Savignyplatz, which wasn't far.
I agreed and said I could be there at about 5.30pm. I wanted to have a shower first, so I finished my beer and went back to my hotel. I messaged Talat when I was ready to get the train and he said he would meet me on the station.
I got to Savignyplatz at 5.20pm and Talat was waiting there as arranged. He was taller and more powerfully built than I expected and even more handsome than in his photos. He had dark curly hair and dark eyes and a black/greying beard. We shook hands and he took me for the short walk to his apartment.
He spoke English very well and told me he was still struggling to learn German. He was not enjoying living in Berlin but he now had a good job at a local aged care facility. He had been a high school teacher back in Syria.
His apartment was on the second floor of an old building. His furniture was cheap- looking but he had made it as comfortable as possible. The living area had only bean bags to sit on and his television was an old one with a small screen. It had a pot plant on it with lush green foliage and a single pink flower.
'We go straight into the bedroom, yes?' he asked. Fine with me!
He embraced me and kissed me passionately. He was so tall, I had to stand on tip- toes while he was kissing me. His arms felt very strong around me and he smelled really nice - something spicy that suited him.
He broke away and took off his T shirt. He was muscular with a broad, hairless chest. I undressed as quickly as I could and by the time I finished and looked up, he was completely naked. His cock was quite large and had a big head on it. It was throbbing gently as I looked at it.
'You look hot', he said to me as I stepped towards him. He kissed me again just as passionately as before. He lifted me easily off the ground and, turning, put me down on his bed on my back. Then he got on top of me and continued to kiss me, running his hands over my body and emitting little sighs of pleasure.
There was a large mirror standing on the floor and leaning against the wall. He looked superb in it moving on top of me. He squeezed my nipples and then ran his hand down to my cock and gently massaged it and my balls too. Then he reached underneath me and felt for my asshole. He moaned when he found it. He touched it lightly with his fingers while he continued to kiss me. It felt very good.
Then he climbed up and straddled my chest. His cock was now right in front of my face and I leaned forward and licked the head which had a bead of precum oozing out of it. As I made contact, he threw his head back and closed his eyes. It was exciting to see his reaction, so I licked underneath the head as well which caused him to groan quite loudly. He got off me and lay on his back alongside me.
I got on top of him and kissed him strongly, working my way down, licking his neck and then his nipples. I swirled my tongue in his navel and then put his cock in my mouth. It was quite thick, especially at the base but I was able to take a lot of it deeply into my mouth. He was moaning quietly as I did it and I concentrated a lot of my time on and under the head where he seemed particularly sensitive. It was a nice cock to play with and suck. I estimated it was about seven and a half inches in length - plenty big enough!
I wondered if I could deep-throat him and suggested I turn around into a 69 position still on top of him. He was fine with that and he put my cock in his mouth as I got into position. I was able to deep-throat him almost to the base and when I got it as far down my throat as it would go, he took my cock out of his mouth and just lay there moaning as I worked my throat muscles around the head of his cock.
I kept doing this for about five minutes and he suddenly stopped me, making a loud 'oooof' sound. I wondered if I had gone too far and I could feel his cock trembling as I eased it out of my mouth. That was a close one!
'I have to fuck you now or I will cum', he said, getting up off the bed. He went into the bathroom and returned with a large bottle of lube. He put a copious amount of it on his cock and stuck a lube-covered finger into my asshole.
He got me to turn around and lie face down on the bed with my legs touching the floor behind me. I could feel the heat coming off the head of his cock as he started to ease it into my hole. It felt quite thick as it went in.
Halfway in, he stopped and asked me not to move. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me and it was clear he was close to cumming. I froze and waited for him to make the next move. The feeling of him hotly throbbing inside me was very erotic.
Then he eased his cock further into me and I could feel his balls up against my hole. It was in completely and felt great. He was really stretching my hole open very wide. I could still feel him throbbing and I didn't move. I waited for a couple of minutes while he was completely still. Then he pulled out a little and pushed it right back in. I felt a shiver of excitement go through me as he was moving against my prostate.
'Oh, fuck', he said and pulled out a bit and slammed it back in and then pounded me hard. I could feel him cumming very strongly inside me. He kept on pounding until he collapsed on top of me and then he lay still. I could feel his heart beating on my back. He held me tightly while his cock was still jerking inside me.
Eventually he got up and pulled his cock out of me. He reached for a towel and put it up against my hole. There must have been quite a bit of spillage, I imagine. The heat of his cum was spreading through my lower body - a great feeling.
He then got onto the bed and lay down on his back. I turned over so that I was on my back beside him. He put his right arm over my chest.
'I'm sorry that was so quick', he said. 'I have not cum for a few days and you sucked me much too well'.
We lay there chatting for a while and he talked about his life in Syria. He was quite wistful about it and I sensed he missed his country very much. 'Would you stay and have dinner with me?' he asked. 'There is a nice Asian restaurant nearby that is not expensive'.
I agreed and we got up and showered. His shower was barely a dribble and not very hot but I managed. We got dressed and then left his apartment. It was still a bit early to eat, so we went to a nearby bar which was very atmospheric with industrial theming that was clearly an evocation of the classic silent movie, 'Metropolis'. I remarked on this to him but he did not know the film.
We drank beers and chatted. Another Arab-looking guy came over briefly and chatted to him. He was introduced to me as Farid, also from Syria. He shook hands and smiled warmly and then disappeared out into another room.
We then walked the short distance to the Asian restaurant. It was quite busy and we had to wait for a table. The menu showed it was incredibly cheap for Germany and when our food arrived it was very nice, with large servings.
We took our time eating and had another beer to go with it. Talat was good company and he suggested various Middle East countries I should visit. He was especially complimentary about Jordan, a place that I told him was high on my list for future trips.
When we came out of the restaurant, he asked me to go back to the bar with him for another drink. I wondered if he was a bit lonely.
'It will be getting busy there now', he said. 'It's a good place to go in the evenings, especially on Saturday night'.
I reflected later about what I would have missed out on if I had declined his suggestion and gone straight back to my hotel.
To be continued....
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