It was an ordinary Friday night out in Berlin. I had met up with some friends to grab a drink in a newly opened gay bar in centre of town. The premises were rather trendy; the crowd was young, cute and looked smart. People mostly stayed in their respective groups, distinctly cornered in, throwing a look now and then over the room at other boys. Yet they didn't take the initiative to move over taking the initial contact.
The curse of being young: the self-confidence clearly had no correspondence to the appearance, youth and sexy looks. It seems this is often the case in young, trendy gay bars. Surely a lot of alcohol is consumed to ease the tensions and inhibitions.
We drank quite a lot. The few older guys who were present were more direct, almost staring you down with eyes emitting lust for some fun just for the night. I and my friends were not after these older guys. We had a good time, drinking and laughing, moving moderately to the heavy beats of the music.
Around five o'clock in the morning it was time to head on for something else. A part of the group wanted to go to a bar where mainstream pop music was mixed up with interludes of drag show performances.
This very small bar was always fully packed and it was hard for anyone to really move around, the toilet queue was awfully long and getting a drink in the bar took so long that you got sober by waiting. This was at least my opinion, but my friends didn't agree.
We therefore split and I left them to their miserable choice. My mind was on classy club music, a nice and efficient bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute guys.
My choice was therefore a club called the Box. It had an open atmosphere, two dance floors: one for club music downstairs and r'n'b/pop upstairs. It contained two bars and a dark room at the top. The dark room was a place I didn't' use to go to. I had paid a visit once out of curiosity. That time it didn't take long until I felt a stranger's hand on my ass. I remembered I kind of froze not knowing what to do. The hand moved up to my belt and went down inside my jeans and suddenly I felt a finger playing around my hole. The finger pressed itself into my hole; I felt excitement but I was not ready to be fucked like that by some unknown guy in the dark, so I pulled the hand out and left for the exit. On the way out hands touched me both on the back and on my bulb under the jeans. One part of me wanted to stay but the other was too unsecure.
That was then. This late evening I came into the club around five in the morning. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to people and danced to a great DJ for three hours which felt shorter than that. Around eight it was not a lot of people left. Maybe ten in total. I headed for the bar and ordered a last vodka-tonic, although I was quite drunk already.
After a while two guys came up and sat next to me. They looked to be around my age, around 20. They were the same height but more muscly than me and they were not blond with blue eyes like me but had darker hair and brown eyes. They probably had Arab origins. Both of them looked really good. Their fit, defined bodies were visible under tight T-shirts and jeans. We started to chat loosely: they asked me if I was alone and if I lived in Brussels. One of them put his hand on my thigh and caressed me slowly; the other moved his hand inside my shirt and over my back. It felt they were going forward a little bit too quickly and I escaped the situation by saying that I needed to go to the toilet.
I went upstairs to the toilets on the second floor, where there was no one. I could feel I was turned on by the touching and wondered what to do next. I had never been with two guys before and was a little bit prude when in bars and in public. I was not the kind of guy who was making out just like that. Too bad there wasn't just one of them, which would have made things a little bit easier.
When I got out of the toilet one of the guys stood outside waiting for me. He smiled and asked me if I was intimidated by both of them touching me. "Somewhat" I replied. "Whom of us do you like the most?" he asked. "I think you're both cute" I said and added "and very sexy". "You're very sexy too and I could see when you went away that you have a nice little bubble butt ass". "Thanks!" I flushed a little bit embarrassed.
"So if it was just me, would you like to have some fun?" he asked. I looked at his hot, oriental, muscly body and could hear myself saying: "Yes, why not". "We can go to my place; I don't live far from here" I suggested.
When we came to my appartment, it was watering in my mouth by the mere thought of tasting his thick Arab cock; I could feel mine was growing to.
He approached me, pressed his body against mine and started to kiss me with deep tongue movements. Wow, this guy knew how to kiss! It felt like heaven! Impossible to resist. At this time I was quite drunk and his gentle treatment of kissing and caressing my cock with his hand inside my jeans made my inhibitions for action in a public club be defeated. "You're hard and horny" he said.
Up there he opened my jeans, pulled them down completely to the ground and sat in front of me. My cock swelled hard as he took it in his mouth and worked it good. One of his hands went off to my ass and started to play with my hole. One finger went in, then two. Slowly he started to finger fuck my my ass. Gosh it was nice having his lips around my cock and at the same time feel him finger-pulling me from behind.
To be continued...