Chapter One: The Space Between Plans
Colt stared at his phone long after the call ended, thumb hovering uselessly over the dark screen.
He already knew what it meant. He just needed a second to accept it.
Two weeks off work—finally approved after months of careful scheduling, traded shifts, and polite persistence—and now the trip itself had slipped sideways. His friend hadn’t sounded dramatic or apologetic, just tired in that bone-deep way Colt recognized instantly.
“Emergency coverage,” he’d said. “I tried everything. I can’t get out of it.”
Colt believed him. That was the problem.
Germany had been the plan for over a year. Guidebooks with folded corners. A shared note full of places they swore they’d see. Jokes about getting lost on purpose. Now Colt sat alone on the edge of his couch, suitcase half-packed, the quiet of his apartment pressing in.
He was good at being dependable. At staying put. At choosing what made sense.
Going alone didn’t make sense.
He made tea, mostly to have something to do with his hands, and stood by the window watching the afternoon light stretch across the street below. His first instinct was to cancel—to reclaim the vacation days, apologize to himself, and tuck the dream back where it had been safe.
But another thought followed, quieter and more persistent.
When will you do this again?
Colt had spent years taking care of other people—patients, coworkers, friends. He liked structure. Liked knowing what was expected. But this was his time. His name was on the ticket. His passport sat ready on the counter like it was waiting to see what he’d choose.
By the time his tea went cold, Colt had zipped the suitcase the rest of the way shut.
Chapter Two: Leaving the Ground
The airport was louder than Colt expected at that hour, full of rolling suitcases and overlapping announcements. He moved through it carefully, checking signs twice, instinctively polite even when no one was in his way.
First class still felt like a mistake—an indulgence he’d talked himself into months ago for the long flight. Now he hovered for half a second before stepping down the aisle, self-conscious in the wide seat and quiet cabin.
“You’re in the right place.”
The voice came from beside him.
Colt looked up to find the man in the window seat already smiling—easy, relaxed, like airports were something he collected rather than endured.
“Oh—thanks,” Colt said, flushing faintly as he stowed his bag. “Still feels unreal.”
“First time?” the man asked.
“First time alone,” Colt admitted before he could overthink it.
The stranger’s expression softened. “That counts.”
They talked in the gentle, unforced way that only happens on planes—where names felt optional and time stretched comfortably. The man asked questions, listened closely, teased lightly when Colt downplayed himself. Colt surprised himself by answering honestly, laughing more than he’d expected.
When the cabin lights dimmed, their conversation faded naturally, but the warmth of it lingered. As they landed, the stranger wished him a good trip, sincere enough that Colt believed it.
It felt like a small victory.
Customs passed in a blur—questions, stamps, the unfamiliar rhythm of another language humming around him.
He’d been awake for most of the flight and was definitely feeling the weight of the jetlag, but he was determined to push through. His luggage came quickly, and he wheeled it out toward the designated pick-up area. The signs were all in German, but Colt felt surprisingly at ease. The airport was busy, but he felt like he could handle this.
He stepped outside and found his ride—a small black car waiting by the curb with a driver holding a sign with his name. The driver, a tall man in his mid-thirties with a scruffy beard and dark hair, greeted him with a warm but somewhat reserved smile. His English was broken, but Colt could tell he was trying.
“Welcome,” the driver said in a thick accent. “You, Colt?”
“Yep, that’s me,” Colt replied, smiling back as he loaded his suitcase into the trunk.
The drive through the city was surprisingly quiet, with the driver’s sporadic English attempts filling the silence. A few blocks in, the driver pointed toward a street corner. “You... there... good bar. Red... um... beer...” He stumbled over a word that Colt didn’t quite catch. “Red... uh... good place.”
Colt tried to make out what he was saying, but the driver’s broken English made it hard. “You mean a place called ‘Red’?” Colt asked, but the driver didn’t seem to understand. He just nodded enthusiastically.
“Good bar,” he repeated, looking at Colt through the rearview mirror. “You check.”
Colt nodded, unsure of what exactly he was being told, but appreciating the recommendation nonetheless. "Thanks," he said as the driver pulled up in front of his hotel.
The man gave a small wave as Colt got out, and for a moment, Colt just stood there, watching the driver pull away. There was something about the guy—maybe it was the way he carried himself, or the fact that he looked like he belonged in a movie—but Colt couldn’t shake the feeling that the evening was starting to take a very interesting turn.
Colt checked into the hotel with minimal fuss, the receptionist offering a warm but professional smile as she handed him his key. The elevator ride was quiet, the motion of the car and the low hum of the motor lulling Colt into a state of exhaustion. By the time he reached the eighth floor, he was ready to collapse into bed, but he knew he couldn’t do that yet.
His room was small, but charming, with a view of the city lights twinkling in the distance. He unpacked quickly, setting his clothes in the closet and putting his toiletries in the bathroom. After a much-needed shower, Colt sat on the edge of the bed, staring out at the night with the thin white towel wrapped around his waist.
It was already 9 p.m. The jetlag hit harder than he’d expected, but he was starving. The idea of stepping out into a foreign city, alone, after such a long day of travel, felt like a big ask. But he was in Germany. Alone. He had to make the most of it.
He grabbed his phone, quickly searching for a place nearby for dinner. He knew he couldn’t stay in his room all night. It was time to take another step outside his comfort zone. He dug into the Google app on his phone as he distractedly walked around his room and then eventually out the large glass doors to the dark balcony.
While looking at his phone Colt stood at the edge of the balcony, letting the cool night air brush over his damp skin. His nipples hardened from the cool breeze. The towel felt like little protection against the chill as it slid lower on his hips, but the sharpness of the breeze was grounding, reminding him that he was no longer in his familiar routine. He wasn’t in his quiet apartment in the city, or on his usual path to work. This was something new—something untethered.
He glanced around, noting the dimly lit hallway of the hotel behind him, and the soft hum of distant city sounds below. The buildings around him were old, their shapes softened by the night. The streetlights gave the scene a kind of surreal glow—everything seemed just slightly out of focus, as though the world hadn’t quite settled into place yet.
His gaze shifted along the length of the balcony. It stretched far beyond his own room, disappearing into the dark, with doors leading into other rooms he would never visit. A few feet to his left two deep voices drew his attention, another set of glass doors led into another hotel room, its curtains drawn but the light within barely noticeable through a small crack in the curtains that showed the bed and the light from the TV flickering. To the right, the darkened patio disappeared around the corner of the old building, where shadows seemed to creep like a slow-moving tide. He looked back to the crack in the curtains as he saw a tall muscled and shirtless, dark haired man move past and sit on the bed inside. The dark balcony hid Colt in the shadows. He watched the handsome man talk to someone just out of view. The voyeuristic nature of the moment made his dick start to swell. A moment later another well muscled man moved past the break in the curtains and it took Colt's breath away for a moment. The man was totally nude as walked over and knelt before the man sitting on the bed. It was clear where things were headed as the kneeling man went to work on the other man's zipper as he stood and then pushed his jeans to his knees before sitting on the bed again. The kneeling man leaned forward as his head began to bob slowly up and down. Colt's dick jumped as it swelled and the thin towel around his waist popped loose and fell to his feet before he could catch it.
Colt's heart was pounding as he reached down to snatch up the towel, quickly looking around to see if he'd been caught spying on the other men. The night still had him wrapped in dark and with a burst of bravery he looked back to the room to see the man sitting on the bed, his hands now holding the kneeling man's head as he guided it up an down on his dick. Colt nervously glanced around again. Looked back a the scene playing out next door. With a nervous hesitation he draped the towel over the balcony railing and then laid his phone on the towel as well. He now stood fully naked on the balcony and turned to watch the scene unfold. The kneeling man's head was bobbing faster now as the man on the bed dripped his head and set the pace. Colt mindlessly wrapped his now free hand around his throbbing cock and with his other free hand he started playing with his nipple as he watched. He was horny and jet lagged and it gave him the boldness to step closer to the door for a better view. The wind was picking up and the cool breeze over his bare body tightened his nipples to hard buds. He was now stroking his dick without hesitation as he watched the man seated on the bed stand and start to fuck the kneel man's mouth with vigor. The next blast of wind across the balcony drove Colt closer to the edge of orgasm. He was feeling the excitement of being in a foreign city, on a public balcony, totally naked, hard, jerking his dick as we watched a real life porno take place just a few feet away. He watched as the now standing man used one foot then the other to step out of his jeans as he continued to fuck the other man's mouth. The huge man then guided the kneeling man to stand and then both men moved toward the patio door. Colt panicked and turned to run back to the safety of his room. He remembered his towel and lunged for the railing to snatch his towel, just before he stumbled and fell forward. He barely caught himself on the railing but in the panic he ended up knocking the towel over the edge. A fraction of second later he remembered his phone before he heard the distinct small smashing sound as it hit the sidewalk below. He looked over the edge, down eight floors as his towel fluttered to landing on the sidewalk. The sound of a deep voice and the old patio door opening behind himself sent him into motion again. The idea of getting caught naked and hard on the patio caught in his throat and without thinking things through he dashed past his own patio door an instead headed to the dark end of the balcony that disappeared around the corner.
As he turned the corner he could see the balcony continued down the other side of the building with more rooms and well lit patio doors beyond. He froze just around the corner. He couldn't move forward and he couldn't go back so he froze with his back to the cold brick wall.
He glanced down to his still hard and throbbing cock standing before him. He thought about his phone now smashed to pieces in front of the small hotel. He summoned the courage to peek back around the corner and his breath once again caught in his throat. The two men now stood on the balcony. The kneeling man now facing the street holding on to the patio railing and the other man standing behind him. One hand gripping his shoulder and the other gripping the man's opposite hip as he fucked him slow and deep. The man holding the railing made no attempt to hide his grunts of pleasure as the wind carried them to Colt's end of the balcony. Without a thought he gripped his dick again and began to stroke as he watched the two men.
Colt was getting close again as he caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye. Without slowing his stroking, he turned his head to look across the street. A group of three men stood in a well designed brightly lit condo just across the street and one floor above. They were smiling wide smiles, drinks in hand as they waved to Colt. Two of the guys pretended to be the guys fucking and the other pretended to be Colt as he mimicked jerking his dick in dramatic fashion. Colt was mortified. He had been busted spying. Even worse - he had nowhere to go. He was forced to stay right where he was. As the guys continued to tease him and point. What were they pointing at, Colt looked back the other direction around the corner and could see the two men were reaching a crescendo. The grunts were louder and the sounds of skin slapping skin were intoxicating. A final thrust and Colt watched the man bury himself balls deep and convulse as he gripped both of the other mans' shoulders from behind. Colt wanted badly to finish himself off, but a glance back to the guys across the street and he could see them waving and pointing. Colt glanced the other direction as a new man stepped out onto the balcony a few doors down. The guy was staring across the street and had seen the motion of the men waving and pointing, but he had yet to turn and see Colt.
Colt panicked again and slipped back around the corner. The naked men were now both standing, leaning on the rail as they looked down to the street, bathing in the afterglow. Colt's heart was in his throat as he moved slowly along the wall toward his room as quietly as possible. If either man turned at this moment he would be caught in the act. Naked, boner bouncing free as he slipped toward his patio door. A few more steps and he would be safe. He glanced back to the men across the street in the condo and they were still waving and pointing. Colt was afraid the new man was going to turn the corner at any moment. So he forced himself closer to the two naked men. Three feet to go. Thankfully he had left his patio door open and was able to slip inside without making a noise. He was quietly closing the door when one of the men turned and made eye contact. His dick was still at half mast and he took in the sight of Colt with a raging boner. Colt froze for a moment as the guy smiled and then Colt snatched the curtains closed over the door. HE stood there for a few minutes panting for air before he turned his attention back to the quiet street below, his mind pulling him back to his phone far below. He rushed to get dressed, grabbed his hotel room key card and dashed to the elevator. Sure enough his phone was obliterated. As he stood in the street a bit numb, he was surprised to have his mind flash to the words of the driver. “Red… something…”
To be continued...
