Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The story contains graphic descriptions of sex between men. Anyone who is forbidden by law to read such material must stop now. This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive solely for the enjoyment of its readers.
The retirement process is going well. Through wise investments and the pension from the company, Chris is free to do whatever he wants while still making sure Lilly is well cared for. Now he wants to complete the episode he could not finish the last time.
Fantasies For Life: Chapter 7
Less than three months have passed since Rick's last visit to Munich when he finds himself again on final approach to that city with wonderful memories. As his foot strikes the first step of the shuttle bus his mind closes the door to the flying compartment and reopens the door where it stores his memories of Karl. Rick hardly remembers the trip to the hotel; it is a blur as he thinks of Karl during the entire ride. Upon arriving at the hotel, the room is ready, no waiting, and no upgrade. After he signs the register a young, good looking bellman offers to carry his bags. Based on Rick's last experience he decides to accept the offer. Riding up in the elevator, Rick suddenly recognizes the attractive young bellman.
"Are you Max?"
"Yes, Sir." Max continued staring at the elevator doors waiting for them to open.
"Do you know Karl?"
"Yes, Sir. Today he doesn't work."
"Do you know where I might find him?"
"Let me check, Sir. I leave a message on your voice mail."
"Thank you." Just then the elevator doors opened and Max led the way to the room. Rick was only thinking about two things, Karl and sleep. After Max left, Rick stripped off all his clothes and slid between the cool sheets. His sleep was fitful. He tossed and turned. He kept dreaming of Karl. At one point the intoxicating scent, aroma of Karl filled his nostrils. Rick's hands glided over Karl's body and he could feel the warmth and smoothness. It was so real.
"KARL!" Rick shouted as he awoke with a start. The body spooned up against Rick's chest turned over, said "Shhh" and kissed the older man. It was a passionate, welcoming kiss with Karl holding Rick's head between his hands so Rick was in his control.
"Oh...God...I've missed you!" Rick gasped uncontrollably and he kissed Karl again while caressing Karl's naked body all over with his hands.
"I've missed you to, Rick!" Karl whispered as his arms wrapped around Rick in a lover's embrace.
"Karl, please...fuck me. I need to feel you inside me."
"Yes, anything you want." Karl continued kissing as he rolled Rick onto his back and slid between his spreading legs. Rick drew his knees to his chest exposing the entrance to his love tunnel. He felt Karl apply some lube and slip a finger inside him. Rick accepted it willingly never stopping to consider where Karl got the lube from so quickly. Then a second finger entered. No time was wasted as Karl soon removed his fingers and inserted his cock. Rick had always been careful about using a condom but this time, in the heat of urgent passion he completely forgot. Fortunately, Karl's cock was already encased; he came prepared. The two men soon fell into the rhythm of love they established in their previous couplings. It was slow and deep. They kissed each other's faces. Their hands caressed each other's bodies. Each man's objective was to pleasure the other. Sweat began to bead up on their bodies as their mutual orgasms approached. Rick decided if this was a dream he was going to see it through to the end. When their orgasms arrived simultaneously, they were the best kind. Their orgasms were not explosive things with loud grunts, groans and yells. Their orgasms began like a field of energy that burst from the tip of Karl's penis, flowed up through Rick's gut to his brain where it swirled around, exited through his tongue to Karl's tongue and back to Karl's gut. It swept over their bodies slowly, smoothly, quietly, powerfully and endured for what seemed like forever. Karl collapsed on top of his lover and both men gasped to fill their lungs with air as they rolled on their sides still wrapped in an embrace. As the afterglow subsided, Karl turned over and spooned back against his loving friend and Rick quickly sank into a deep sleep.
Suddenly Rick's eyelids popped wide open. Karl was not in his arms. The sheet next to him where Karl should be was cold. 'Ohhh, Shit! It was only a dream.' He looked at the clock and saw '1604'. He had slept longer than normal. His right hand casually went to his crotch to adjust his equipment. 'What the...' he thought. His cock was stuck to his pubic hair and there was some dried and not so dried, sticky cum still on his abdomen. He sat up and felt a familiar soreness in his ass. 'Maybe it wasn't a dream after all.' He turned on the light and sure enough, cum was everywhere. He felt his anus and confirmed it had been recently penetrated, very recently. Some wet lube still lingered between his ass cheeks. Rick lay back down and relaxed. 'I don't know how,' he thought, 'but I believe Karl was here.' Rick got out of bed and hit the shower. When he walked back into the room he opened the curtains to let in some light. That's when he saw the note on the table.
"Restaurant across from Glockenspiel, 1730. K." Rick's heart leaped. His emotions went into overdrive. It wasn't a dream. Then Rick noticed another object on the table and picked it up. Rolled inside the tissue was a condom filled with cum, Karl's cum. It was Karl's way of telling Rick he was protected. Rick dressed quickly. He didn't want to be late getting to the restaurant.
Rick arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early. He walked inside and a waiter asked if he would like to be seated. Rick told him he was looking for a friend and the waiter invited him to look around. Rick didn't see Karl so he walked outside and looked up and down the street. No Karl. But Rick was early so he stood and watched. As 1730 came and went Rick was beginning to get nervous. At 1735 he looked up the street to his left, no Karl. He looked down the street to his right. He saw two young men in the distance. No Karl. But wait, as the two men drew closer one of those men looked familiar. Yes, it was Karl! And the other man? As they walked closer Rick could see it was Max. He wondered, 'Why is Max here?' Rick began walking to join them. The closer they got the quicker his pace. Finally they stood smiling at each other.
"Hello! It's good to see you again!" Rick extended his hand and Karl took it first and shook it, then Max. Rick was being careful to create the illusion that three friends were meeting on a street.
"Hello...it is good to see you too." Karl said with his usual devastating grin.
"Rick, we want to invite you to our flat for dinner. We hope you will accept." Max said with a big smile.
"That's an invitation I can't refuse. When the two nicest people in Munich invite you for dinner you must accept. I noticed you said 'we', is there something I don't know?"
"Come. We'll take the U-Bahn. There is a lot to say when we get to the flat." Karl said and the three began walking toward the subway entrance. As Rick watched Karl and Max he detected what he was sure was a subtle connection between them. He tagged along behind, letting them lead the way. There was very little conversation between them; Rick was anxious to find out more later at the flat. Max unlocked and opened the door to the flat and invited Rick to enter. Karl followed, then Max. Rick found himself in what he would call an efficiency or studio apartment. It was basically one room with a small kitchen and dining area, a living area and a bathroom. He suspected the sofa made into a bed for sleeping (among other things). It was comfortable and warm. Max and Karl hung their coats on a clothes tree near the door. While Max went to the kitchen area, Karl took Rick's coat, hung it on the clothes tree then turned, wrapped his arms around Rick and pressed his head tightly against Rick's chest. They stood there holding each other quietly for several seconds when Max walked up with a smile and three beers.
"Could Rick have a hug for me?" he asked.
"You bet!" Rick said as Karl released his hold and backed away so Max could share in the friendship. Karl took the three beers so Max' hands would be empty and Rick and Max embraced. In that instant Rick felt a bond of friendship flow between the two of them. Max was warm and relaxed and Rick welcomed his touch.
"Okay, before I go completely crazy, will someone please tell me I was not hallucinating earlier this morning?" Rick asked looking directly at Karl as he and Max released each other.
"That was no hallucination." Karl laughed. "Max called and told me you were here and helped me get into your room. We hope you didn't mind." This time Rick picked up on the continuing use of 'we' when Karl and Max spoke.
"Well, that was one hell of a welcome. Now! Tell me, what's been going on?" Rick noticed a small scar on the left side of Karl's face, half way between his left eye and ear. He didn't remember seeing that before. He reached up and stroked it with his fingers.
Karl glanced a Max with a look that said 'Let me start'. Max nodded his head. The three men sat down at the table.
"Two days after you left, Diter and I got into an argument. I had admitted to him that you and I had sex and he decided he was going to have his turn. I declined so he beat me up and tried to rape me. I was able to escape and call Max."
"When I found him he was a mess." Max jumped in. "I took him to the..." Max looked at Karl. "Krankenhaus?"
"Hospital." Karl replied.
"I took him to the hospital. No broken bones but some bleeding and stitches. He couldn't go back to Diter so I invited him to stay here until he figured out what he wanted to do."
"By now you've probably figured out that Max and I are...are..." Karl struggled with the right words.
"Very good friends?" Rick offered with a warm smile.
"VERY good friends!" Karl replied as both young men smiled.
Rick couldn't help himself. He stood up, grabbed Karl, pulled him out of his chair and hugged him. Karl looked startled. "I'm so happy for you, both of you." And Rick motioned for Max to join in the hug, which he did. Rick could see a look of relief in the two faces smiling at him.
That was the beginning of an evening of joy and friendly conversation. Max fixed brattwurst and kraut for dinner and they washed it down with some great local beer. As the evening grew late, Rick felt the need to get back to the hotel because he was leaving the next afternoon and wanted to try to get a good night's sleep.
"Before I go I would like you two to have this." Rick said in fluent German as he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out his business card.
"Ehr spricht Deutsch!" Karl and Max exclaimed as they looked at each other with astonishment then looked at Rick who was trying unsuccessfully to suppress a huge grin.
"Please forgive me for not saying something earlier." Rick continued in German. "I've been afraid to speak until now. I studied German four years in college but never had a chance to speak it. Being here has given me confidence. Now, here is my business card. On the back I have written the number for my cell phone. You can reach me practically anywhere in the world. If you need me, please call. You two gentlemen are special to me. Also, my e-mail address is written under the cell phone number. If you can get access to the internet, I would love to hear from you on a regular basis. Now, I think it is time for me to go. Thank you both for such a great evening. I'll remember this for a long time." Rick stood up from his chair.
"Karl has told me there some personal things he wants to discuss with you and he would like to escort you back to the hotel. And...we've talked about this...and if you would like him to stay, it's okay with me." Max said with a sincere smile. An image of Karl lying naked next to him flashed before Rick's eyes and blood began to rush to his cock.
"Thank you, Max. There are some personal things I would like to say to Karl, if you don't mind. That sounds like a good idea."
Rick and Karl put on their coats and before Rick left he gave Max another hug. "Be good to him, Max. I love you both." Rick said softly in Max' ear. He knew Karl had heard his comment and it was okay.
When Rick and Karl stepped out into the crisp night air they found a brief rain had stopped and the streets and sidewalks were wet. Except for an occasional car, the streets were empty and as they walked quietly they listened to sound of their footsteps on the pavement. Since Karl was the one who had requested this time, Rick felt it appropriate to let him begin when he was ready. After walking just over one block, Karl began. The conversation was slow with long pauses between sentences as each man chose words carefully.
"I love you, Rick. I wanted to tell you that the last time you were here. But I was pretty confused and didn't understand what it meant. And, I want to thank you. I need to thank you for helping me find out some things about myself that I was searching for but didn't find until I found you. I'm sure I will never completely understand what happened that first morning when you arrived at the hotel. I just know that when I saw you I was suddenly excited, emotionally and sexually. Then, when I looked into your eyes I melted. I never felt like that before. Those two days and nights were so wonderful; sometimes I get weak thinking about it. The afternoon you left, my heart broke into a thousand pieces. I didn't think I could ever put it back together. Then that thing happened with Diter and Max came into my life. He was so kind and concerned and helpful. I didn't really know him before that. It was soon obvious that he cared for me as more than just a friend. And unlike Diter, Max didn't try to take control of me or my life. He likes me as I am. He's so much like you in so many ways." Karl paused longer this time before continuing. "Now I have two men in my life who I love. I don't know how I got so lucky." Karl paused again. Rick waited to determine if Karl had really finished before starting.
"Karl, I can confess I love you too. I thought a little bit of me died that day I left. I saw you standing like a toy soldier across the room, a tear running down your cheek and I wanted to run to you and hold you and kiss you. But, I knew that could not be. You see, the things that draw us together also push us apart. We are both bottoms. I can't stay here and you can't come with me. And, our age difference can't be ignored. We should really find tops who are closer to our ages and live near us so we can build a relationship. I will always love you and will treasure the memories we share. I think you struck gold when you found Max. He is such a nice young man, just like you. I believe I am right when I think Max is the right man for you. I trust him with your care." Rick was finished. They continued walking quietly. Somewhere during their conversation Rick had draped his arm around Karl's shoulder in a gesture of friendship and love. They continued walking toward the hotel.
"I agree, you are right about Max, he is a nice and lovable man. I think I'm really lucky. And, you are right about two other things." Karl fell silent.
"Oh, what are those?"
"Remember that evening when Max delivered our room service? You were right when you suspected he was turned on by the smell of sex in the room." Karl fell silent.
"And?" Karl was making Rick pull the information from him as kind of a game. The really serious part of the conversation was now over.
"And, he does have a large sausage in his pants."
"Oh, larger than mine?" Karl didn't really answer; he just turned his head and looked up at Rick with a wide grin on his face. That was an answer. Rick smiled back. "Congratulation. Is that what you want?"
"It isn't necessary, but it is nice...Ja, that's what I want." Karl said and smiled with some embarrassment. That was one of the qualities that captured Rick's heart. Karl continued to be shy and embarrassed about things sexual. It helped him retain an exciting air of innocence.
When they left the flat, Rick had visions of Karl in his arms, the two engaging in loving sex for as long as he could keep it up. The closer they got to the hotel, the more Rick realized Karl was committed to someone else. He belonged with another man who loved him as much as Rick did. His choice was obvious. When they reached the corner, the hotel was across the street. A taxi was waiting at the entrance for any customer. Rick stopped while they were still in the shadows and hugged Karl one last time.
"Take good care of yourself, Karl. And take good care of Max. Now, I want you to take a message back to Max from me."
"Of course. What is it?"
"When you get back, tell him I want him to fuck your brains out. You deserve it." Rick then grabbed Karl's hand before he had time to reply and dragged him across the street. He opened the door to the taxi and guided Karl inside, then handed the driver a roll of Deutschmarks. "Bitte, take this young man home; he'll tell you the address." He shut the taxi door and stood there with a smile on his face, happiness in his heart and tears in his eyes as the taxi drove away, Karl's face peering out the back window getting smaller and smaller until the taxi turned the corner and was gone.
Rick slept surprisingly well that night. He awoke late the next morning refreshed and restored. As he was preparing to check out that afternoon there was a knock at the door. He opened it to find Karl standing there in his bellman uniform and a smile on his face.
"May I carry your bags, Sir?"
"Thank you, young man. Right over there on the table." Karl picked up Rick's bags and Rick followed him to the elevator.
"Do I seem like a moron today?" Karl spoke as they rode the elevator down alone.
"Not necessarily, why do you..." Rick began to laugh. Then Karl began to laugh. They were still laughing when the elevator doors opened and Max was standing there, waiting to escort another guest to his room. Max' face turned red and he began to laugh also. While Rick went to settle his bill, Karl loaded Rick's bags in the shuttle van and went back to say good-by. Rick offered Karl a sizable tip.
"No thank you, Sir, I've had several of your large tips already. I'm sure you will find someone else who would love to have it." Karl was struggling to keep from laughing. "Have a nice trip."
"Well thank you young man. I'll do just that. Good-by and good loving...er, living." Rick boarded the shuttle van and departed for the airport trying desperately to keep his chuckling under control.
This time, Rick felt much more comfortable leaving Munich. He was happy to know that a very nice young man had found another nice young man to share his life with. His heart was filled with happiness knowing he now had two very good friends he was happy to have known and who were happy to have known him.
Chris is in a really great frame of mind. He is amazed at how his story is developing. It seems to write itself. And the characters are so unpredictable. Sometimes he doesn't know what a character is going to do or say until the words actually appear on the screen. He can't wait to start the next chapter.
After shutting down his computer, the phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Chris?"
"Gill?" Chris recognizes his close friend's voice. They are in the habit of talking about once every two weeks.
"Chris, June had a heart attack this morning...she's gone. Can you come?"
"You can't keep me away. I'll be there this evening." Chris hangs up the phone, calls to reserve a seat on the next flight and begins packing.