Introduction
This is the story of an evolving gay man. Restrained initially by the conventions of his traditional, closed, high-context society, he clarifies his desires through a series of sexual encounters. Over time, one stranger emerges as a regular partner and they fall in love. Will his existing marriage survive, change, or end as a result?
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This story about Europeans will include some German, French, Spanish and Italian names and words. Geographic details are real but the characters are fictional. The narrator is not European, and indeed, the perspective comes from the New World.
All sex will be condom-free, which is not meant to imply high-risk. I encourage everyone to discuss preventive sexual health measures such as vaccinations, regular testing, HIV pre-exposure prophylaxis (PrEP) or treatment as prevention (TasP, U=U), bacterial STI post-exposure prophylaxis (doxycycline PEP), and future developments, with a medical professional.
Chapter 01 - Klappe
Johan was nothing if not conscientious. If he sprinted from his office to the Hauptbahnhof, he could catch the 18:30 train and be home in time to cook dinner for his husband. But he was tired today, so he walked at a slower pace. There would be another train in 30 minutes. He texted his husband that he'd be a little late.
Blessed with boyish, rosy cheeks and wavy, chestnut-brown hair, Johan was often mistaken for 35 even though he was by now 41. His stocky, almost doughy build had given him a beautiful, big, round ass. The shy man didn't realize he'd been noticed.
The path narrowed and it was his turn to fall into line behind a redheaded guy who had been walking behind him earlier. The redhead glanced back. Johan turned up his music, immersing himself in his private world of after-work stress relief. The redhead looked again.
Compact, muscular, and visibly hairy because he was wearing shorts and a short-sleeve t-shirt, the redhead couldn't have been more than 20 years old.
Johan wondered whether the guy was also gay. He crowded out that thought, remembering his husband, waiting at home for dinner to be served. He forgot all about cooking dinner when the redhead glanced back a third time, and smirked.
Instead of staying on the path to the train station, the redhead turned left and crossed the street. There was a traffic island with a bench and a Klappe, an old public washroom known for cruising. The redhead paused before the door, then went in.
Why was Johan paying attention to this guy? Was the guy even gay? Maybe he just needed to take a piss.
Johan loved his husband. They had been together 8 years, married just recently under the new Swiss federal law. They had a nice apartment, a cat, many shared friends, and many shared memories. True, his husband hadn't fucked him in several years, but they had opened their relationship and were allowed to have fun with others. Johan was used to hearing about his husband's adventures, but hadn't had many of his own yet.
Johan dropped one of his AirPods and stopped to pick it up. He also needed to take a piss, and if he waited till the train station, he'd have to pay two francs. The Klappe was filthy but free.
Despite the open transom, the narrow, tiled room smelled of stale piss. He hated that smell. The redhead had claimed the middle urinal. Johan chose the urinal at the far end.
These were old-fashioned porcelain urinals that went down to the floor. There were no divider panels. Was the redhead looking? Johan had a respectable dick, about 17 cm.
Or was Johan the one who was looking? The redhead's dick was about 20 cm long, and as thick as Johan's wrist.
The redhead stepped back to offer a better view. He stroked his dick, which was only half hard. Johan, truth be told, couldn't piss because his dick was already fully hard.
He wrestled with thoughts of his husband, but quickly set his domestic obligations aside when the redhead's tongue touched his lips. For a young guy, he sure knew how to kiss.
Johan instinctively reached for the stranger's dick, by now fully hard too. He was ashamed to be imagining what it would feel like inside him. He thought the redhead would reach for his dick, and that they could limit themselves to an innocent wank, but the redhead's hand landed firmly on Johan's ass. How had he known that Johan was 100% bottom?
Working skillfully and deliberately as he kissed Johan to distract him, the redhead got Johan's khaki pants down and properly grabbed his ass. The kissing stopped abruptly and Johan was pushed up against the narrow strip of wall between the urinals.
The redhead spat in his hand and wet the head of his dick. Wrapping his right arm around Johan's chest to hold him in place, the redhead used his left hand to line up his boner with Johan's hole. Both men moaned as the redhead's dick probed.
Johan's agreement with his husband was to always use a condom. He wasn't sure his husband honored their agreement. He never saw boxes of condoms in the house, or condom wrappers in pants pockets, when he did his husband's laundry.
As the redhead's bare cock began to enter, Johan flinched, and tried to move away. Sandwiched between the redhead and the wall, there was no place for him to go. It did feel good to have a cock inside him. It had been a few months since his last encounter, with a guy from Planet Romeo, the gay app popular throughout Europe. He could always ask this guy to pull out.
Both men became acutely aware of the sounds around them. Relentless rush-hour traffic, outside. Water dripping, inside. The redhead picked up his pace and Johan pushed his ass back so he could enjoy the full length of the stranger's cock. They both knew they wouldn't have much time together.
The stranger reached around for Johan's cock and started to jerk him off with his left hand. Normally, Johan needed time to cum. This guy deftly tugged his dick, bringing him to the edge in minutes.
Johan heard the redhead whisper in his ear, but it took him time to process the information. "I'm nutting inside you, OK?" It was more a statement than a question. The redhead's breath became ragged, he gripped Johan's waist tightly, and soon they both noticed a silky, smooth sensation. Johan's hole was well-lubricated now -- with the stranger's semen.
"Don't stop!" Johan begged. The redhead had no intention of stopping. Seconds later, Johan's own load spattered the tiles and the porcelain.
Still the redhead did not stop. Now Johan's anxiety was coming back. How would he explain getting home not just 30 minutes late, but 90 minutes? What if his husband smelled the cum? What if he caught something from barebacking?
The redhead took his left hand and jerked Johan's head to the side, so that they could kiss. This time he didn't announce, or ask permission; Johan could feel the spurts of cum. Why couldn't his husband love him like this anymore?
The groan of the old wooden door meant that the men had mere seconds to compose themselves. Johan washed his hands in the sink in the corner, splashed water on his face, and combed his hair. He worried that the cum inside him might leak out on the train ride home. As he exited, he saw the redhead waiting patiently on the bench outside, smoking a joint.
"Sit down, man."
"I have to get home... and I can't stand smoke, let alone marijuana smoke." Johan was back to his normal, tightly wound self.
"We just fucked, twice. My babies are inside you, literally. Can't you talk to me for a second?" The young man almost sounded hurt. "Here, I'll put this out, just for you."
"I have a husband. This shouldn't have happened and it can never happen again. Plus, I am way too old for you."
"You have a great ass, though, and the guys I normally fuck don't kiss."
"You have a great dick."
"Thanks. Will you at least save my number?"
"I really can't."
The AirDrop tone sounded on "Johan's iPhone". "Accept contact from 'Erik's iPhone'?" Reluctantly, Johan tapped Yes.
"You must be Johan. I like you, and this dick is yours when you need it."
"You must be Erik. I'm flattered, but this absolutely cannot happen again."
"We'll see," Erik said out loud. He grazed the back of Johan's hand with his own, re-lit his joint, and crossed the street just before the traffic light changed to red.
Johan made sure the contact was saved but deleted the text messages, then made for the underground tunnel, a shortcut to the train platforms. As he climbed up the stairs, he felt the stranger's cum inside him.