Oktoberfest

            Author’s note: Thank you to everyone who reached out about the first installment. I’ve been surprised by the number of people asking for round 2. Let me know what you think – both positive and negative – at [email protected] scruff: WrldTravlr.   Stay tuned for additional installments of other story lines and the upcoming release of my full book on kindle.

            After a week of full liver recovery, Chris finally felt in good enough condition to get out and starting exercising again. Germany’s frigid winter would be approaching quickly and Chris already knew there’d be little willingness to run out side.  Chris stretched his taut, lean frame. What Chris lacked in large muscles, he made up for in sculpted definition. His lean, tall frame never supported the kind of muscles he enjoyed seeing on others but he made the most of his fast-metabolism and lean body.

            He set off for a short run in the warm, sunshine filled day. He’d been surprised that the weather in Germany became as nice as it did. Before moving he’d expected it to be cold and overcast year around but to his pleasant surprise the spring, summer and fall actually had a lot of nice, bright weather. Winter was as miserable as he’d expected – no surprises there.

            His FitBit’s buzzing indicated mile three and Chris decelerated fast – three miles was good enough for the day. He’d walk the rest of the way to cool down. He’d soak in some of the season’s last rays of sunlight while he could.  Looking both ways, Chris stepped into the crosswalk.

            Careening out of no where, Chris saw a fast moving vehicle out of the corner of his eyes. He just started to instinctively bolt to get out of its way when he heard the vehicles tire’s screech. Fortunately, the van came to an abrupt stop without mowing him down. Anger surged through his body as he spun on the vehicle.

            “WHAT THE FUCK MAN!?” He screamed at the vehicle, “PAY THE FUCK ATTENTION WHILE YOU’RE DRIVING JACKASS.”

            Sense surged through Chris’s brain and he hoped whoever was driving the fan wasn’t a large, angry maniac. The windows van rolled down and Chris felt another surge of adrenaline as his body tensed for the unknown.

            “Chris is that you!?” You’ve got to be kidding me!” The man yelled from the car. Chris moved slightly closer to get a better look.

            “Hank!?” You asshole. Learn how to drive.” Chris yelled back only half joking.

            A vehicle honked behind Hank’s van as a line of cars began piling up.

            “Jump in man. I’ll drop you off wherever you’re going. I’m already late anyway.” Hank said exasperatedly.

            Chris hopped in and Hank’s minivan sped-off.

            “Watch your damn speed man. You already nearly killed me.” Chris said teasingly but with an edge of anger.

            “You’re right. I’m an idiot. Sorry again. “ Hank started, “and how the hell have you been man? What are the odds.” He finished.

            “With this being the largest American ex-pat community outside of the United States, I figured I might run into you….let me rephrase….I HOPED I’d run into you again at some point.” Chris laughed, casting Hank and his impeccable beard a lustful glance.

            “The odds were in our favor I suppose so now we can at least exchange info. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before.” Hank replied as his eyes darted from the road onto Chris’s sweat glistening skin as his shirt outlined his defined chest.

            “Well given the circumstances, I don’t think either one of us was thinking with our upstairs-brain if ya get my drift.” Chris replied.

            “So true.” Hank laughed.

            Chris told Hank his address. Luckily it was on his way.

            After a few minutes of idle chit chat, Hank made a sudden turn.

            “Woah, man. Where ya going? My house is that way.” Chris questioned as he seriously started to wonder if he’d ever ride with Hank again given his erratic driving skills.

            “I have an idea.” Hank  intoned brusquely with a devilish grin.

            “Yeah? What kind of idea?” Chris asked as his already bulging cock twitched.

            “You’ll see.” Hank quipped.

            The two pulled into a grocery store parking lot.

            “Aldi isn’t what I had in mind…..?” Chris said questioningly.

            “Take a look in the back.” Hank replied.

            “and what am I supposed to be seeing back here?” Chris muttered.

            “No seats man. It’s wide open. Plenty of room for activities.” Hank said.

            “Yeah but it’s daylight and there are hundred of cars in this parking lot, man.” Chris responded as his suspicion of Hank’s mental faculties started to grow.

            “Exactly. Plenty of cars and people. We’ll park at the farther end and hide in plain sight.  Less chance of someone coming to inspect one van parked in an abandoned area. The windows in the back are completely tinted, anyway -maybe I should have started with that fact.” Hank said.

            Chris’s mind whirled. The chances of getting caught if they were quiet and didn’t rock the van excessively were probably pretty low but shit…..if they were caught they’d be in a lot of legal trouble. The embarrassment and marital issues alone would be crushing.

            “Fuck it, let’s get back there.” Chris said not waiting for a reply before scurrying into the back.

            “Round 2!” Hank practically yelled.  “I’ve been fantasizing about this.”

            “It sounds weird but I’ve always wanted to get fucked in a van by a hot, bear-daddy.” Chris blurted.

            “Fucked, huh?” Hank said locking his green eyes on Chris.

            Chris and Hank stripped naked in seconds. The two grabbed onto each other’s rock hard cocks and started stroking.

            “I didn’t get a chance to admire this on the train.” Hank stated as he squeezed Chris’s cock. I’d have never guessed you were packing this kind of heat.”

            “I’ve never had any complaints. My wife always says she likes how straight and symmetrical it is. I guess there are people with weird cocks out there…?” Chris said with a rhetorical questioning overtone.

            “Oh yeah, one guy I went to high school with had a cock that curved sideways. It was insane. I think he had to have surgery to correct it!” Hank said as he ran his finger over Chris’s pre-cum.

            Suddenly, Hank’s phone rang over the minivan’s stereo system.

            “Shit, gotta answer this.” Hank stated as he scrambled to the front of the van to hit answer.

            “Where the hell are you? You were supposed to be home 30 minutes ago. Are you ok?” Hank’s wife asked.

            “Yeah yeah….I got delayed honey. I’ll tell ya about it when I’m home and not driving. I’ll be there in a few.” He replied.

            He scrambled to the back of the van again and looked at Chris.

            “Sorry man we’re going to have to make this a quick thing again.” Hank stated.

            Chris didn’t responded by spitting on Hank’s cock, flopping onto his back and pulling Hank’s thick, husky frame toward him. With a shift, Chris’s ass was in the air and lined up with Hank’s cock.

            Hank looked straight into Chris’s eyes and without hesitation, slid in. Hank’s thick cock slowly edged its way into Chris’s tight ass. Chris overcame the initial pain. Hank’s cock was thicker than he was used to but Chris new thick cocks usually worked the prostate like a damn charm so the reward would be well worth the initial struggle. The combination of Hank’s precum and Chris’s spit helped dramatically and Hank finally pushed his way in completely.

            The warmth of Chris’s tight ass almost overwhelmed Hank.

            “Shit man, this feels so good. This is the first time I’ve ever topped a guy raw!” Hank cooed quietly.

            Hank grabbed Chris’s heels and pushed his well-defined, runner’s legs farther back and wider as he started pumping his hips.

            The ecstasy Chris felt surpassed any other pleasure. There were few pleasures as good than being topped by the RIGHT top and Hank fit the bill fully.

            Chris cock leaked pre-cum like a broken dam. He cautiously slid his hand up and down on his cock as he enjoyed the incredible view in front of him. Watching Hank’s thick cock and his burly, hairy body work his ass was pure bliss for Chris. He wished he could record it all; it’d definitely be etched in his memory forever.

            Hank smirked down at Chris through his beautiful beard.

            “What’s so funny up there, big man?” Chris asked teasingly and he pumped his ass forward onto Hank’s cock.

            “Woaahhh there man ease up you have me close.” Hank started, “this is just like BaitBus!”

            “You watch BaitBus too?” Chris laughed as the thought of Hank watching gay porn made his cock surge.

            “A full conversation for a later time.” Hank winked down at Chris, “I’m so fucking close.”

            Chris smirked back up at Hank as he shifted his feet down and wrapped them around Hank’s firm, muscular as and started pumping his ass forward.”

            “Good. Give me that load man!” Chris whispered.

            Hank’s body seized forward as he grunted and groaned. The sound of his balls slapping against Chris’s ass could probably be heard in the damn Aldi store. The primal smell of sweat and sex blanketed the van.

            Hank’s pace quickened.

            “Here it is man!” He bellowed and to Chris’s surprise he leaned down and locked Chris’ mouth in an all-encompassing kiss – his beard much softer than Chris expected. Chris’s mind and body exploded with electricity – the energy of such a sexy, man both fucking and kissing him at the same time. Chris erupted his load all over Hank’s furry chest. Hank pumped the last rounds of cum into Chris’s ass and collapsed onto him.

            “FUCKKKKKKKK that was amazing man. We have to do this again.” Hank panted. “Time to get you home.”