NOTE: this is a long story, in two parts…
I had a big night in Venice. No big deal, a few “Hangover” style photos in place of memories, a drunken make-out session in a Fountain, and a night of spewing.
I survived the bus ride the next day, but only barely, and safe to say, the idea of another bus ride followed by drinking in a beer hall, followed by another bus ride was just not on the cards. The rest of the group filtered out, and I was left in the hotel lobby. It was winter, and off-season, so we were some of the only people in the hall. The lobby deserted, I decided to try and eat something before retiring. Heading into the restaurant, the menu was limited, with bratwurst and Margarita pizza being the only two items really standing out. I figured I would go for the bland option, besides I had hoped to sample the real thing once we got to Berlin.
Bored and waiting for the meal to arrive I did my cursory log-in to Grindr, fully expecting the nearest person to be kilometers away, being outside the city. I had set my filters wide, not wanting to be picky, and genuinely curious at to what would be out there. I had just turned 23 and at that time had a few hang-ups about age, all of which would disappear in short-time. I saw “Aussie in Munich” was the closest person. Curious, I looked closer and saw they were 20 meters away. I was sued to Grindr being off, but I figured it was either a complete stuff up or the guy was in the hotel. Sure enough, arching my self back I could see a stocky, Ruby looking thirty-something guy sitting in the lobby on his phone. My pizza arrived and startled me back to the table; did I message?
One of the joys, and annoyances, of Grindr was the idea of potential without the immediacy of rejection. You could say no, and you didn’t feel awkward, not to mention the capacity to block people if they persisted. I started eating and messaged, “hey, that you in the lobby?”
The man replied, “yeah, spooky, where are the cameras?”. I laughed and tried to wave at him from the restaurant but he couldn’t really see me. “I’m in the restaurant.”
“Figures, I thought I was the only one still left in the hotel. Adrian here.”
I replied with my name and asked him why he was sitting in the lobby, to which he advised he was waiting for his laundry, he had just sat down. I asked if he wanted to join me while he waited, but he said no. “What brings you to Grindr?”, he asked.
I figured I had to be honest, “bored, waiting for food, curious.” “What are you curious about?” “I wanted to try German Bratwurst.” “Any luck?” I said no, and we exchanged some back and forth about the vagaries of engaging in Grindr conversation with German men. He advised he was alone, also bored and asked what I had planned. I explained I’d got hammered the night before in Venice, needed a shower and then was probably headed to bed. At this point I had finished my pizza and was wondering what the next move was. He had his position and dick size listed, and so I knew that a 8.5” top was not on the agenda, and giving him head was almost sure to end badly.
“Can I watch you shower?”. I had to admit I was taken aback. I’d had some pretty weird requests from Grindr, bodily fluid swaps, foot photos, farting in someone’s mouth, most of which I hadn’t obliged, but this was new.
“You can, but I’m not sure what I’m up for - I’m a top too and I don’t think I can handle going down on anyone right now, especially not your size.” I fully expected him to politely disengage but he persisted. “That’s okay, I don’t have anything to do for the next 57 minutes. I’ve set an alarm so I’ll just leave when it goes off.”
I shrugged. I had planned to shower and I really didn’t mind the idea of him watching me. I got up and walked over to him in the lobby. It’s always awkward transitioning from digital to real-life, and sometimes people’s expectations were too high. He seemed pleased by the smirk that came across his face, and I certainly liked what I saw. He was older than I was used to, but in a handsome way. Full head of hair with stubble, tight t-shirt and bootcut jeans. He clearly played some kind of sport or was a physical worker, as his muscles were both proportioned across his upper and lower body, and he was generally bulky. He sat with his legs apart and I was fairly sure he was half chub but didn’t want to spend the entire interaction staring at his crotch. I was surprised he wasn’t disappointed. At 23 I was much scrawnier than I am now, with stubble that was more out of lack of time to shave than any intention to look sexy. I was wearing a pair of night pants and was jeans were soaking.
“Looks like you’re free balling?”. I don’t know if I blushed but he added “I saw it bouncing around as you walked over. Ready for that shower?” We engaged in some idle conversation, he was an electrician in Munich to visit a cousin, I explained I was on a dreaded Contiki. He made clear he meant what he’d said and even showed me the ticking alarm, now at 52 minutes. Internally I shrugged, figuring that he really did have washing and at the very least, in a few hours, my Contiki roommate would be back, so he could only hold me hostage till then. I shivered with both slight fear and anticipation at the thought.
He had subtly positioned himself behind me and I saw his silhouette against mine in the metallic reflection of the lift doors. He was taller than me by at least a few inches and much broader. As the lift shuddered to a stop at my floor, the jingle caused me to be slight unbalanced and brush against his arm. He instinctively reached out and put his arm at the small of my back. “You really are hungover.” I nodded grimly and ushered him towards my room, which was thankfully only a few rooms down. “I don’t have any other clean clothes so was just planning to get into a towel after my shower.” He nodded and I started to get undressed. I wasn’t sure if I should face away, or try for some sort of striptease, but I decided to go for a reasonably graceful “normal” removal of clothes. He didn’t seem bothered and I made a point of turning front on when I took my pants down. “I was right.” I realised he must have been referring to the free balling from earlier. I cursed myself for forgetting to fluff myself but figured none of it mattered anyway. I turned back around, turned the taps and waited for the water to warm before I got in. “Nice ass.” I smiled and gave him a dorky shake before feeling the water was warm enough to get in. He gingerly moved closer and stepped inside the door way, waiting for my response. The shower was small but I figured it was rude not to ask if he wanted to get in. He politely declined and I started soaping myself. He seemed unsure about whether he could touch himself, but I noticed a thick line pressing against his thigh. I figured it was a trick of the light as it seemed to go far too low.
I wasn’t sure if he wanted to watch me jerk off or just shower. I decided it was actually quite fun being watched, I tried not to watch back to create an illusion that he was a peeping Tom. In the harsh light of the bathroom, his nipples stood out against his shirt and his now painfully hard cock visibly strained against the denim. I instinctively had been washing myself as if readying myself for sex and caught myself. I must have spent a while on my hole, with my back turned to him, because when I turned around he had stepped much closer to the tub.
“Anyone would think you were teasing me or getting your ass ready for entry.” His large frame cast an ominous shadow over me. I tried to play it cool “haha, that’s just my usual routine, besides sometimes I like a finger up there when I’m getting blown and no one wants shit on their fingers.”
He clearly liked the idea of anything, even a single finger, being put up my ass, as his jeans has a noticeable wet patch near his left knee. “Do you mind if I dry you off?” I noticed he had a towel in his hands and I was pretty much done. I figured a dry off was better than grappling for supremacy. “Looks like you might need a dry off too, but sure.” I turned gingerly around and bent over to turn off the taps, half expecting a hand there. Instead he waited like a gentleman for me to step out on to the bath mat. He then wrapped the towel around me and in a rather proficient manner wiped it swiftly back and down my back. He then took it and rubbed in a circular motion down my front. He wasn’t as efficient, with an increased amount of rubbing around my nipples and down my cum gutter. Of all my muscles at the time my abs were my best feature and I was glad he had time for them. He gingerly pulled my foreskin back and the touch of his calloused hands against my dick caused a rush of blood flow. He then got to his knees and I fully expected for him to put my dick in his mouth but surprisingly he continued drying me off. First, my feet, then he worked himself up by calves and thighs, while finally rubbing my balls. “Turn around”. I shivered as I did and he spread my cheeks apart, drying up and down my crack. He finished and stood up, handing me the towel to wrap around my waist. Holding up his alarm which read 34 minutes he asked, “so what do we do for next 34 minutes and 8 seconds?”
PART 2 A game of two-up aka The Wager (coming soon).
I had a big night in Venice. No big deal, a few “Hangover” style photos in place of memories, a drunken make-out session in a Fountain, and a night of spewing.
I survived the bus ride the next day, but only barely, and safe to say, the idea of another bus ride followed by drinking in a beer hall, followed by another bus ride was just not on the cards. The rest of the group filtered out, and I was left in the hotel lobby. It was winter, and off-season, so we were some of the only people in the hall. The lobby deserted, I decided to try and eat something before retiring. Heading into the restaurant, the menu was limited, with bratwurst and Margarita pizza being the only two items really standing out. I figured I would go for the bland option, besides I had hoped to sample the real thing once we got to Berlin.
Bored and waiting for the meal to arrive I did my cursory log-in to Grindr, fully expecting the nearest person to be kilometers away, being outside the city. I had set my filters wide, not wanting to be picky, and genuinely curious at to what would be out there. I had just turned 23 and at that time had a few hang-ups about age, all of which would disappear in short-time. I saw “Aussie in Munich” was the closest person. Curious, I looked closer and saw they were 20 meters away. I was sued to Grindr being off, but I figured it was either a complete stuff up or the guy was in the hotel. Sure enough, arching my self back I could see a stocky, Ruby looking thirty-something guy sitting in the lobby on his phone. My pizza arrived and startled me back to the table; did I message?
One of the joys, and annoyances, of Grindr was the idea of potential without the immediacy of rejection. You could say no, and you didn’t feel awkward, not to mention the capacity to block people if they persisted. I started eating and messaged, “hey, that you in the lobby?”
The man replied, “yeah, spooky, where are the cameras?”. I laughed and tried to wave at him from the restaurant but he couldn’t really see me. “I’m in the restaurant.”
“Figures, I thought I was the only one still left in the hotel. Adrian here.”
I replied with my name and asked him why he was sitting in the lobby, to which he advised he was waiting for his laundry, he had just sat down. I asked if he wanted to join me while he waited, but he said no. “What brings you to Grindr?”, he asked.
I figured I had to be honest, “bored, waiting for food, curious.” “What are you curious about?” “I wanted to try German Bratwurst.” “Any luck?” I said no, and we exchanged some back and forth about the vagaries of engaging in Grindr conversation with German men. He advised he was alone, also bored and asked what I had planned. I explained I’d got hammered the night before in Venice, needed a shower and then was probably headed to bed. At this point I had finished my pizza and was wondering what the next move was. He had his position and dick size listed, and so I knew that a 8.5” top was not on the agenda, and giving him head was almost sure to end badly.
“Can I watch you shower?”. I had to admit I was taken aback. I’d had some pretty weird requests from Grindr, bodily fluid swaps, foot photos, farting in someone’s mouth, most of which I hadn’t obliged, but this was new.
“You can, but I’m not sure what I’m up for - I’m a top too and I don’t think I can handle going down on anyone right now, especially not your size.” I fully expected him to politely disengage but he persisted. “That’s okay, I don’t have anything to do for the next 57 minutes. I’ve set an alarm so I’ll just leave when it goes off.”
I shrugged. I had planned to shower and I really didn’t mind the idea of him watching me. I got up and walked over to him in the lobby. It’s always awkward transitioning from digital to real-life, and sometimes people’s expectations were too high. He seemed pleased by the smirk that came across his face, and I certainly liked what I saw. He was older than I was used to, but in a handsome way. Full head of hair with stubble, tight t-shirt and bootcut jeans. He clearly played some kind of sport or was a physical worker, as his muscles were both proportioned across his upper and lower body, and he was generally bulky. He sat with his legs apart and I was fairly sure he was half chub but didn’t want to spend the entire interaction staring at his crotch. I was surprised he wasn’t disappointed. At 23 I was much scrawnier than I am now, with stubble that was more out of lack of time to shave than any intention to look sexy. I was wearing a pair of night pants and was jeans were soaking.
“Looks like you’re free balling?”. I don’t know if I blushed but he added “I saw it bouncing around as you walked over. Ready for that shower?” We engaged in some idle conversation, he was an electrician in Munich to visit a cousin, I explained I was on a dreaded Contiki. He made clear he meant what he’d said and even showed me the ticking alarm, now at 52 minutes. Internally I shrugged, figuring that he really did have washing and at the very least, in a few hours, my Contiki roommate would be back, so he could only hold me hostage till then. I shivered with both slight fear and anticipation at the thought.
He had subtly positioned himself behind me and I saw his silhouette against mine in the metallic reflection of the lift doors. He was taller than me by at least a few inches and much broader. As the lift shuddered to a stop at my floor, the jingle caused me to be slight unbalanced and brush against his arm. He instinctively reached out and put his arm at the small of my back. “You really are hungover.” I nodded grimly and ushered him towards my room, which was thankfully only a few rooms down. “I don’t have any other clean clothes so was just planning to get into a towel after my shower.” He nodded and I started to get undressed. I wasn’t sure if I should face away, or try for some sort of striptease, but I decided to go for a reasonably graceful “normal” removal of clothes. He didn’t seem bothered and I made a point of turning front on when I took my pants down. “I was right.” I realised he must have been referring to the free balling from earlier. I cursed myself for forgetting to fluff myself but figured none of it mattered anyway. I turned back around, turned the taps and waited for the water to warm before I got in. “Nice ass.” I smiled and gave him a dorky shake before feeling the water was warm enough to get in. He gingerly moved closer and stepped inside the door way, waiting for my response. The shower was small but I figured it was rude not to ask if he wanted to get in. He politely declined and I started soaping myself. He seemed unsure about whether he could touch himself, but I noticed a thick line pressing against his thigh. I figured it was a trick of the light as it seemed to go far too low.
I wasn’t sure if he wanted to watch me jerk off or just shower. I decided it was actually quite fun being watched, I tried not to watch back to create an illusion that he was a peeping Tom. In the harsh light of the bathroom, his nipples stood out against his shirt and his now painfully hard cock visibly strained against the denim. I instinctively had been washing myself as if readying myself for sex and caught myself. I must have spent a while on my hole, with my back turned to him, because when I turned around he had stepped much closer to the tub.
“Anyone would think you were teasing me or getting your ass ready for entry.” His large frame cast an ominous shadow over me. I tried to play it cool “haha, that’s just my usual routine, besides sometimes I like a finger up there when I’m getting blown and no one wants shit on their fingers.”
He clearly liked the idea of anything, even a single finger, being put up my ass, as his jeans has a noticeable wet patch near his left knee. “Do you mind if I dry you off?” I noticed he had a towel in his hands and I was pretty much done. I figured a dry off was better than grappling for supremacy. “Looks like you might need a dry off too, but sure.” I turned gingerly around and bent over to turn off the taps, half expecting a hand there. Instead he waited like a gentleman for me to step out on to the bath mat. He then wrapped the towel around me and in a rather proficient manner wiped it swiftly back and down my back. He then took it and rubbed in a circular motion down my front. He wasn’t as efficient, with an increased amount of rubbing around my nipples and down my cum gutter. Of all my muscles at the time my abs were my best feature and I was glad he had time for them. He gingerly pulled my foreskin back and the touch of his calloused hands against my dick caused a rush of blood flow. He then got to his knees and I fully expected for him to put my dick in his mouth but surprisingly he continued drying me off. First, my feet, then he worked himself up by calves and thighs, while finally rubbing my balls. “Turn around”. I shivered as I did and he spread my cheeks apart, drying up and down my crack. He finished and stood up, handing me the towel to wrap around my waist. Holding up his alarm which read 34 minutes he asked, “so what do we do for next 34 minutes and 8 seconds?”
PART 2 A game of two-up aka The Wager (coming soon).
