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My freshman year of college started the way most do, moving in and going to tones of parties to try to make new friends. After a week of drunken nights not remembering much classes started. At 4 pm every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I sat in intro to German. My college had lost my placement test and decided to start me at the bottom. My professor started the semester the same way every time. After entering the room and putting his coffee on his desk he turns to us with the same lack luster stare and says, “Many of you think this will be an easy way to get your foreign language credits. Others think it will be a life changing event that opens you up to study abroad and will spend your days filling your head with senseless shit. And then there are those select few who actually care about learning the language and diving into the culture. Those will thrive and the others will be fucked. Anyone want to leave now?”

At this point I was thinking, “Well there goes my chance of enjoying this class.” I had always been fond of languages and had family from Germany. I passed the beginning of semester with ease. Showing up to class carrying entire presentations and sitting bored to tears as I relearned what I already knew. Come midterm I was sitting at a comfortable A and my professor was starting to notice my bored expression and blank stare. He pulled me aside one day after class and started on about how he could tell I was above his class and then commented that on the first day he thought I was going to be, “Just another piece of eye candy to distract him and all the girls.” The rest of the semester passed I ended with an A and my professor bumped me up to the intermediate classes.

Come sophomore year my professor was taking his annual group trip to Berlin and several other cities in Germany. His wife was pregnant with their 4th child so she decided to stay home. Seeing as no one else in the group wanted to sit with him that meant I had no choice. I spent the seven hour plan ride between him and the window and on the end a very stressed and over weight man who smelled of Axe body spray and sweat. As we flew we talked about what each of us wanted to do with our life and I found that his rough exterior hid a rather charming man.

After landing we made our way to the hotel room. I was with several freshman who only wanted to drink and fuck European girls. We landed early in the morning and spent the afternoon getting to know the city with an on/off bus tour. The group dissipated after dinner and I decided to walk around with the professor. I was in the weird group that didn’t fit into the seniors who thought they were too good for underclass men and I was too old for the freshmen who just wanted to show their seeds.

We walked from the Brandenburg Gate along the river and watched the sun set. Talking about random senseless crap and flirting from both sides until we were back at our hotel. Our hotel set on the river and his room overlooked it. He invited me in to talk about our trip. I knew he and his wife had an agreement that when she got pregnant he could sleep with others as long as he got tested and didn’t start a relationship and to be honest he was rather hot. He was at least 6’4” and went to the gym often. His blond hair was starting to get streaks of gray and his eyes showed a sad longing.

We sat and rolled for awhile drinking Radler and eating strawberries we bought at the little stand outside the train station. After an hour or two I bucked up the courage and pushed our flirting further. Teasingly I said, “Let’s play a game.” He agreed with a little curiosity and I started with a classic sex starter, Truth or Dare. I went first and he chose date. I cut right to the point. Being encouraged by hours of flirting and a few good pints of liquid courage, I asked fir what I’d been wanting for a year and a half. “Show me you dick!” Jokingly he said “you’ve already seen it. Don’t you remember the day in the bathroom when you kept staring at it.”

We were now sitting at opposite ends of the bed. I lay at the foot of the bed on my side. He lay on the pillows with his feet pressed against my stomach. Gently brushing my stomach with his toes. His shirt had been unbuttoned and was no longer tucked in. His tshirt clung to his muscles and his nipples shown through the thin white fabric. He teased me with his toes brushing them against my skin as he found his way under my shirt. I laughed as he tickled me and then he said, “You know, it is a little unfair that you have seen mine but I’ve never gotten to see yours...” Panic set in and I started to realize that I was about to have sex with a man that I had been dreaming about for a while. I had seen his penis and started to feel embarrassed. Mine was nowhere near his size. He was very well endowed and I was just over 5.5 inches. Nervously I sat up. Seeing the worry in my eyes he exclaimed that if I wasn’t comfortable we could stop and just keep drinking. But I knew I wanted him. I knew I would never forgive myself if I let this pass by. My hands moved slowly to my pants. I worked to unbutton then and slid the down past my ankles. I stood at the foot of the bed waiting for his approval. His eyes moved to my bulge and a grin moved across his face. I moved slowly up his legs feeling the muscles through his pants. I kissed his stomach as I made quick work of his pants and underwear. I slipped his cock out watching it throb as more and more blood swelled to fill it. He sat there breathing hard watching me intently. “So, are we go...”was all he got out before I slipped his growing cock into my mouth and he let out a loud moan. His hands flew to my head. He started rubbing my hair moving his other hand down my shoulder. I moved my free hand to his balls. They were slightly sweaty and didn’t quite fit into my hand. His balls were about the size of gold balls and they moved softly from side to side up and down as I slid my fingers over every crease and fold. His cock had grown to fill my youth and I struggled to take more than the head. I forced myself to swallow him. Forcing my way to his balls until he had gone past my mouth and entered my throat. After several minutes he started to rock his hips, gently pushing further and further as I worked to suppress my gag reflex. His hand rested on my head and I could feel his muscles tensing. After a few moments his hips jerked up and his balls seized. A warmth spread through my mouth. The taste of salt filled my mouth as he pulled out. He pulled me up and flipped me onto my back. He kissed my body as he made his way to my penis. His tongue went wild as his hands caressed my thigh. Within seconds a euphoria washed over me. My penis swelled and I shot my load in his mouth. He swallowed and moved to lay next to me. His cock had swelled again and I felt him rubbing between my legs. His voice tickled my ear and neck, “Do you want to?”



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