In The Park
by: ssarg
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Word Count: 1577
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I rechecked my ticket and after making sure everything was in order, I kissed my wife and daughter goodbye and boarded the airliner for my non stop flight to Munich. I would be gone for two whole weeks covering the first round of the World Cup soccer matches in Germany, and while I was looking forward to visiting the country, I was surely going to miss my family back in the states. The flight was pretty uneventful, and between reading a new novel I had picked up at the airport and sleeping, the trip slipped by quickly. Once on the ground in Germany, I passed through customs and took a taxi to my hotel where I flopped down in bed and went fast asleep!
The matches weren’t set to begin for several days, and while there were press conferences and press gatherings to meet the players and coaches, for the next few days I was pretty much on my own, and since I had never been to Germany before I was determined to see as many of the sights as was humanly possible in the short time I was allotted. After spending the better part of my first day taking several prearranged guided tours around the old part of the city, at around four in the afternoon I stopped at an outdoor café for a glass of wine and a piece of crusty bread. While I sat in my chair savoring the moment, I noticed in the park across the street there was a lively soccer game going on with the usual yelling and shouting that accompanied a game among close friends. I dropped some deutchmark on the table and wandered over to watch some of the action, and after settling down on the grass on the sidelines, I was a little surprised to find that the boys playing weren’t really boys at all but young men probably in their late teens or early twenties! I watched intently for almost half and hour, and while they certainly weren’t World Cup status, they had enough skills that I thought about writing a companion piece about the stark as well as subtle differences in a pick up game in the park and the championship matches that were to be held in a huge stadium.
While I wasn’t the world’s greatest expert on soccer, one of the young German men caught my eye at being quite a bit better than his counterparts! It seemed that whenever he had the ball it stayed right on the end of his foot and no matter what the defenders tried to do they couldn’t take it away from him! The more I watched the lithe olive skinned man play the more interested in him I became! I had covered hundreds of sporting events around the world and had been in countless locker rooms, but never had I had this strange feeling of desire for another man overcome me! Nervously I stood up and started to leave, but just as I was about to turn away the ball bounced near me and the young man swept past me while giving me the most unsettling look I had ever received from another man! Not sure what to do, I waited around a little longer, and when all of a sudden the game broke up and player began to scatter, the young man almost magically appeared next to me and in perfect English asked, “You are American, no?”
I merely nodded my head as the young man led me by the arm to his car, and once inside I sat there stunned when the handsome lad leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips and said, “You were waiting for me, I could tell by the look on your face!” “I-I’ve never done anything like this before,” I stammered! “Done what,” the man asked gently, “what have you done that is so wrong?” “Well, uh,” I replied awkwardly, “I mean you just kissed me, you know what I mean!” “Hmmmm,” the man hummed, “in America men don’t kiss?” “Not like that,” I answered quickly, “at least not each to other!” The young man leaned over and kissed me again before asking, “You don’t like it when Klaus kisses your lips?” “Uh no, I mean yes, I liked it fine, and by the way my name is Gary!” Klaus sat quietly for a moment studying his new acquaintance and then asked very slowly, “So tell me, Gary, do you like my penis,” as he pulled out the most beautiful erection I had ever seen in my life, “you make me very hard!”
I looked back and forth from Klaus’ face to his organ, and incredibly, as the young man sat there silently, I finally dropped my head into the young man’s lap, and for the first time in my entire life let a male erection slip into my mouth! Every heterosexual man wonders at least once in a while what it would be like to take another man into his mouth and now I was finding out that it was the most sensuous thing I had ever done sexually with another person, and that even included my wife Inge! The head was smooth as velvet and the tiny slit at the apex of the shaft was to be prodded and poked with my very insistent tongue, but it was the incredibly hard shaft that made my own dick to stand full at its own attention! Lovely bluish veins ran crisscrossed over the entire shaft and the contrast between the smooth soft head and the hard firm shaft was unbelievably arousing! As I sucked madly at this magnificent organ, I had a quick pang of shame that I was cheating on my wife, but that quickly passed as Klaus’ body stiffened and a torrent of hot German jism spurted like a fire hose into my hot eager mouth!
I didn’t want to release my prize, but the young German gently pulled my mouth away and whispered softly, “Now we will really make love,” as he got out of the car and beckoned me to follow him back into the park! Twilight had just fallen, and while it was certainly not dark, it was now easy to get lost in the thicket of bushes and small trees that lined the playing fields, and in a matter of moments it was like we were the only two people left in the entire park! I hadn’t even noticed, but Klaus had brought along a blanket from his automobile, and after laying it down carefully on the grass, he almost casually undid my trousers and tugged them off along with his white cotton briefs! “Mama mia,” Klaus sighed as my cock bounced into view, “you have a very nice penis, you must be very proud of it!” Just happy that my new friend found it attractive I still turned six shades of red and replied softly, “W-well I guess it’s all right, I haven’t had any complaints!”
I stared down while the young man took me into his mouth, and again I was stunned at how much better this stranger’s mouth felt on the head of my dick than even my wife, who was no slouch when it came to giving head, but she was a mere amateur when compared to this German wunderkind when it came to cocksucking! God I wanted to cum, but the expert mouth that was attached to my meat just kept me inches from glory, and while I tried to maneuver around to have Klaus make more contact, the young cock hound simply giggled softly and continued to tease me unmercifully! After a good ten minutes of this torture, Klaus looked up into my eyes and asked softly, “What would you do for me if I let you cum?” “I’d do anything,” I gasped, “p-please, just let me cum and you can name it!” Klaus laughed a lilting laugh that sounded much like wind chimes, and then in a very sexy voice replied, “Oh no, my American friend, it works just the other way around, you do for me then I do for you!” With my mind spinning quickly out of control I babbled, “Anything, just tell me what to do, but hurry!”
Klaus pulled me down to my knees, and after kissing me again on the lips, gently pushed me down on my belly whereupon he climbed between my legs and pressed his stiff erection against my straining asshole! “O-oh no,” I moaned, “be gentle, please be gentle!” Klaus badly needed to fuck my tight little bottom, but knowing that this was my first time, he took his time as he pushed his big head past the tight opening guarding my virgin rectum! Once the head had popped past the sphincter muscle, Klaus began stroking in and out of my asshole, and as his pace quickened, I began to groan with pleasure as the thick peckered German pounded my poor little asshole into complete submission! We were now on a fast track to orgasm city, and as Klaus’ penis spasmed hard in my ass both of our cocks erupted in violent climaxes that left both of us gasping for breath!
Later that evening back at the hotel I stood under the shower contemplating the events of the day. I was sure that when I attended tomorrow’s first championship match that the soccer would be superior, but that surely the company would not!
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