The story has so happened, names have been changed (because they no longer I could think of). All this was however from time before AIDS.
Who can do with consensual sex between men anything, please do not read. This is better than later to flame in the evaluation.
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It was oppressively hot and I was swinging with no jacket, no helmet and gloves on my moped. The 45 minutes of leisure hours gave me more than enough time from high school to go to town and bringing the message.
Prior to the guest house, where the road goes into the city from the right, right again and I came to a backyard. My exhaust thumps in the midday glare of the sun, before I shut off the engine. I turned the handle, entered, and found myself in a dimly lit corridor. I went along and joined him in a dojo, they all look like: a floor made of thin mats on the walls with images sizes of sport, somewhere a cabinet with cups in the air, the smell of sweat and plastic.
The course had to be over soon, I leaned against a pillar, waiting and watching.
The karate teacher was around 45, slightly graying black short hair, angular face, big hands, heavy eyebrows, dark skin. Perhaps Czech, Romanian? went through my head. In any case, medium size, very muscular, sinewy and flexible.
I was there completely different: blond, fair skinned, tall and slender 190. Quite fit, but the long muscles of a long-distance runner, broad-shouldered but slightly built and something else rather dreamily, looking at the world and occasionally ironical Smilingly admiring.
Finally, the students lined up before him, bowed and scattered.
“Hello Mirko, I just wanted to …. ”
He looked at me briefly, another look from top to bottom and interrupted me:
“I red ‘just finished here with Felix, I’m here for you. Ever go into the staff room. ”
He pointed to a door, grinned at me briefly, and went on talking with the boy, who was well-Felix.
Really stupid to wait for a short cancellation, but, well. I opened the door, a large low room with a leather sofa, desk, large wall mirror, carpet and otherwise rather bare. I sat on the armrest of the sofa and waited.
After 5 minutes, Mirko joined:
“Sorry that I have to keep you waiting. What’s the matter? “He looked me back in so closely.
“I wanted to say just stop by to fast, that my brother takes part in the Summer School. His name is Adrian. ”
“Hmm, too bad. But ok, clear, no problem … Do you exercise? You look athletic. ”
“Not really, just school sports.”
“Ah, ok. Would not you like to start with karate? ”
I cradled his head doubtfully, murmured:
“Hmm, do not really …. ”
“You could have the long arms and legs for a truly dangerous fighter. Let’s see, sometimes stretching his arms out horizontally. ”
Patiently, I stretch out his arms, he goes around me, examined me down, my upper arms slightly.
“Hmm, one can see anything. Machts you mind taking off your shirt? ”
I am a bit puzzled reply: “Nope, is already” “Then do mal”..
I unbutton my shirt, let it slide off my shoulders. He goes on around me eyeing presses lightly on my chest, my neck.
“What about your legs?”
“Hmm?”
“Can I see it? Are extremely important in karate … Only you When nothing makes. ”
“Nope, no problem.” Be cool.
I bow to open the button of jeans before me, while Mirko is behind me, sliding down the pants off my slippers thrash about, getting out of his pants and straighten up again.
Only in his underpants now I stand before him, he looked at me again, going around me, examined me engages briefly in front of my thighs, then from behind, a short time if my butt.
Stay behind me.
“Pull the pants off”.
That strikes me as funny but before I clear my throat:
“So I do not know …”
“Nah, let you, if you do not trust you …. ”
It’s not that I do not trust you, but … I mumble half-heartedly:
“I … So ….”
“If you do not dare let it be …. ”
Since, he has again said. Not be trusted, pah! I decided to grab the collar and shove down my pants, let them lie on the ground and climb out.
Mirko grins slightly, but goes on around me.
“Wow, you look really good, can really be proud of you.”
I notice how he stands behind me, looking at me from behind a long time. Yeah, just look you only. Not trust the evidence? Pah. Who dares not here.
Mirko is back in front of me, looking down between us:
“Wow, you have maybe a dick that’s pretty big!”
Yes, because you’re surprised, huh? I did that I diverts a large white since at least the showers after sport. And now he is not even stiff. You just staring! Well, who does not trust itself? Overtly Mirko looks now on my tail, stares at him, then grins:
“Can I touch it?”
I am terrified, so far no one has touched my cock. Well, I already own, also played regularly with it, but nobody else. On the other hand, maybe he thinks then again I do not trust me. Always stay cool.
“Uhum” I nod.
Mirko hesitantly stretched out his hand, places it among my uncut, flaccid tail sets, then the thumb and index finger like a ring around my tail.
His cool hand feels good on my tail. Involuntarily he flinches and starts to become stiff.
Oh God, this can not be. A man touches me and I get a boner. I’m torn between embarrassment and defiance-enter-I-dare-me. With bright red head I feel like I’m getting hard in his hand.
Mirko looks like fascination at my departing stand, his ring finger and thumb moves slightly up and down. He rubs my cock sent and then whispers:
“Oh man that is so huge.”
Meanwhile, it surrounds my stand with the whole hand and rub it up and down.
Too ashamed to say I’ll give him something. Oh Man, what am I doing here only.
But I let him do it. I do not trust me … and also … hmm … Moreover, the … hmmm … much better than …. than themselves …. to make.
Mirko has knelt down before me, his face just inches from my now hard as steel pipe, he jerks me expertly, smoothly but firmly and I feel like I start to twitch the eggs.
And then I felt something warm and soft on my tail. Hot, humid, and it sucks my cock.
I opens my eyes, Mirko has his mouth slipped over my cock and sucked noisily.
I really want to say something, but it feels so hot to, so good … I … my balls twitch doller always …. oh man, no matter if it is …. steals his hand on my butt, carves into my ass cheek …. and then … ahhmmmm … yes … the sap rises in my tube … ahh, this tingling, sucking …. ohh .. jaaaa same …. ahhmm jaaa … and
Whoosh! the black hole through the head
I look down at me, Mirko squats in front of me, licking his lips, grinning slightly … leaking again on my limp dick …. and say so on ….
I do not know where I should look, looking hastily gathered my clothes, am in a hurry to get into my clothes, am totally by the wind. Hastily yank my pants up, then the jeans, button up shirt in which storms.
Mirko talks to me:
“Man, that was great. What kind of thing. ”
I will not hear him, just get out of here, go out the door.
“Come, stay here, but everything is ok”.
He runs after me, talking soothingly to me:
“Stay standing still, man is nothing but that.”
Nix it? I let myself by nem stranger guy fondling, war a murder he can stand and shoot me in his mouth. NOTHING THERE ?????
I stormed past him to the exit, I sit on the moped, start the engine and listen while I losknattere how he nachruft me:
“Can you come back at any time. I’m happy. ”
Would like, what?
To be continued
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