5:30 clock. Outside, there's thunder and lightning and the rain patters. Half asleep, I go through the house we close the window. Shortly still in the bathroom and put a rod reingeschaut water into the corner and then back to bed. But to sleep was impossible. Still, I try. I toss and turn from side to side to find a suitable Einschlafposition. Finally, Sunday and my mood at the moment is not the best, since the storm my plan to spend a day on the Rhine beach just flushes down the drain.
After a half hour I gave up yet to find sleep and get up. First of making tea and sandwiches freshen. The rain has now stopped and the sun struggles through the clouds. Immediately it will again sultry. For 6 months I have been living here in the attic - and I regret every day. It is poorly insulated. Freezing cold in winter and summer alike comes in the heat. Well, at least she has a large balcony, which I prepared with a lot of plants to a small green oasis. To the other balconies I built a privacy screen with reed mats, so I can bask me sometimes naked.
I look forward to an alfresco breakfast. Since I am always naked at home and usually also have the privacy I go without clothes on the balcony in order to prepare the table. As I realized, unfortunately, the small storm in the night made my privacy to the neighboring balcony and broke some of my plants have fallen. Annoyed by the chaos I start to make some order. The blinds I can not attach without tools and wire again.
While I'm working towards myself so before my neighbor comes to his balcony. "Good morning," he greets over friendly "so early at work?" I'm a little scared, because I was naked, yes. As best I could I tried to get as far as it went to hide behind the plant. "Yes, as you see what the little storm has done here tonight."
I stick with closer contacts in the house back actually. Sure, I greet you on the stairs, and also like to help my old roommate in the house to carry the shopping bags up. More contact I would not really. This neighbor, who lives on the same floor, I have only the most necessary words changed so far. He is actually a very sweet guy and he'd already noticed in my "prey schema". I did find it in the stairwell also seen with different women. So I have developed a greater interest for him.
The type he is difficult to classify. He seems a bit Mediterranean, but also what to be Asian. I guess he's kind of an "international crossroads". Even his age is difficult to estimate. I guess so in my age, that is so about 26-29 years old. He seems to be quite sporty. The bicycle cellar he has are an expensive mountain bike, and when I saw him views on the stairs, he also usually a large sports bag with him.
"Yes, was probably short but fierce the storm," he said. "Yes, stupid run. Without sturdy wire I get the reed mats here probably no longer be true," I replied. We talked a bit about the weather the past few days and that it was always worse again just for the weekend. That gave me the opportunity to scrutinize him more closely. He was only a tank top and have a wise Jock dressed. When he turned around I could see short time his firm, hairless ass. And the small piece of fabric in the crotch read some suspect. I felt that the sight made me a little horny and was concerned that he might see it. "I have very strong cable ties there. So you could make the reed mats again properly secured. If you wait a moment while I bring it over right away." Before I could answer, he disappeared into his apartment and I could not even take a quick look at his ass crack.
Meanwhile, I had a small boner. The guy got me really cold and I was hot. Take it easy - he just wants me to do a favor. I cleaned nor the plants to the side there was a knock at the door. "Second," I cried, "'ll be right there." I quickly pulled my boxers and a T-shirt and opened the door. He stood there as still as recently on the balcony. In one hand he showed me the cable ties and in the other hand the right tool. "Here, give us the reed mats same again." Without waiting for him in check, he ran straight toward the living room and out onto the balcony. I had no choice but to close the door and follow him. On the balcony, he set to work at once. Very clever and he quickly tied the reed mats back on the railing. When he had to bend over deeply entrenched to the mats at the lower part of the railing to spread his buttocks and gave a clear view of his hairless fuck hole. My boner was initially small for proper spanking. Well he's not very big, but at least 18 x. 5.5cm and the thin fabric of the boxers did my lust is hard to keep in check. When he was done, I tried to stoop as possible - so that my tent in the boxer not as noticeable - push the plant to return to their old position.
"It smells burnt," he said. "Shit, my buns. Which I totally forgot." I ran to the kitchen, but it was too late. The Kopp Rath & lawn pieces of gold were astreine coals. When I looked at the dilemma he was standing beside me. "Too bad, I would like to invite you for your time for breakfast. But that is probably nothing." "If you have a toaster, I can help you out with toast. Then maybe what is the common breakfast "he said." By the way, I think we have not introduced properly. My name is Hasan, Hasan Weber. I know, weird name. But I'm the result of a German-Turkish relationship. "" Pleasant, Claas van Vliet, half Hollnder -. Sake Indonesians "We gave ourselves almost literally the hand and shook it vigorously during our handshake we looked deeply, almost a little too. . deep into her eyes after seeing us, he said: "I think it is ok if we call by his first name. I am Hasan. "" Claas I am very pleased. "" So, what, Claas. We want breakfast with me? "" Yes, but happy. "Hasan went over to his apartment and allow a few minutes later returned with a whole basket of delicious breakfast items. Basket in the bread, cheese, salmon, fruits, Turkish tea and champagne was I had expected that he might yet which would attract different, but he came back in his shirt and his jocks, he had no more to. Oh man, this guy looks so hot in it. Again and again, my gaze fixed on his divinely shaped ass. How I would have it easy even touched.
"Claas, may I ask you something?" "Sure, like what?" "My gas boiler is probably not quite right. Normally I take a shower at the gym after a workout, but since I'm off today so early and would like to have breakfast with you - long story short - I can take a shower in your hands? I do not like to eat so sweaty by the night. "" Yeah, right. Towels can be found in the little brown cabinet. I prepare everything ahead of time so far. "Hasan disappeared into the bathroom, locked the door, he did not. In me came up with the idea as he is now under my shower and lathering it all over his body tenderly caresses. Maybe he gets a boner in the shower and it rubs off and shoots his hot cream in my shower. And without that I can taste it simply disappears in my drain. What a waste. I can hear the water flowing. While I thought my breakfast vorbereit revolve around the bare Hasan under my shower. My cock is hard again. "I'm done. Showering Know also, Claas?" I quickly went to the bathroom and could see Hasan dried herself with the towel. He sat on the stool and carefully wiped his feet. His flaccid cock rested it on his huge sack. He was also in the genital area hairless. His stomach muscles were finely defined. A light was visible six pack. He was not overly muscular - but you could see that he is exercising regularly. "Shall I give you a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from me, then you have not the sweaty things pick up again," I asked Hasan. "Ne need, you do not. I simply bind to the towel. Now we can no longer even see on the balcony." I did not believe it. In a few minutes I will dream with a guy who's practically naked, having breakfast on my balcony. My cock stood up to the navel. As far as I munched I went to the far corner of the bath, so that Hasan can not see my post. When I wanted as soon as possible in the shower Hassan said: "What is to prepare for?" I automatically turned me around. "Um, just bring out even the cups, plates and glasses. Everything is already addressed in the kitchen. "I felt his eyes on my body. And my stand he has certainly seen too, because he just smiled.
First, I turned you shower on a comfy temperature and lathered me up. Actually, I would like waxed. But that would have lasted long suspected. So, I finally turned the shower on cold and my boner has evaporated. I did not know what to do. Should I just go with towel on the balcony? Should I put on my shorts and T-shirt again? Or what. On the floor in the bathroom were Hasan's Jocks and his shirt. It can therefore only have the towel in order to cover themselves. So I was a bit bolder. I briefly glanced through the living room to the balcony and saw that Hasan was sitting at the table and the towel to sit on and used only a modest extent, the towel covering his dick.
Said, "This slut" I to myself, "Now it is true. Hasan," I cried, "You can come again? I'm not sure how long you must pull tea. Can you come again?" Hassan came into the kitchen. And just as he had expected, came the towel tied loosely around the waist, in the kitchen. He leaned over the teapot and smelled it and put my hand on his shoulder while. "I think that's good," he said. I have the tea filter from the pot and put me leaning to the trash can. It has solved my nodes from the towel and it fell to the ground. Hasan picked it up but it was not me. "I take it out with. Will you come with the tea? The rest is already out there."
Stark naked, I ran through the apartment to the balcony and served tea. Hasan has sat down again. His towel as a base but uses the towel tip on his cock was gone. I could see resting his thick meaty cock in his big sack. My own cock swelled a little as I poured the tea. I quickly sat down and my manhood was hidden crescendo through the table.
We started with a good appetite to eat breakfast. We talked about belang loose stuff. Weather, work, etc. I learned that he had just started at a new company that produces Werkzugteile where he worked in the administration. "Toast is all I want to make new again?" I asked. "Ne let times at the moment," said Hassan, "it should put a bit first. I have 'brought a bottle of champagne. Shall I are watching if she's cold?" Without waiting for an answer he went into the kitchen. Again, I could take a look at his truly divine ass. How I would love because only times poke my tongue and then my cock. The guy makes me really mad. Runs just as naked and carefree around in my apartment. We know each other only once about two hours. I was stiff that it almost hurt. "Where did you get champagne glasses, Claas?" "In the cabinet next to the refrigerator. Topping." "Got it." The cork of the champagne bottle popped. It took a while and Hasan came with two full glasses back onto the balcony. His cock seemed to have now become a bit thicker and larger. "I think it's time for us to kick off times on our neighborhood and our new friendship. Or what do you mean, Claas?" Hasan was just a foot away from me and his slightly stiff dick was almost in my face. I wanted to take the glass and toasting to him but he said: ". So, on this solemn occasion, it would be more appropriate that you and exalt you, Claas" For better or worse, I had in my coverage. My tube was not visible under the table for him. But now? I tried with my eyes his gaze on my face when I got to tie up. But in vain. As I rose from the chair his gaze on my body down and his eyes were on my stiff cock hang. Suddenly I was blushing.
Hasan grinned. "I see you looking forward to about our friendship, Claas." Hasan me toasted and we clinked glasses and drank a sip. He bowed his head over to me and gave me only a kiss on the left then on the right cheek and looked for my lips. Demanding his tongue in my mouth sought intake. My lips parted and our tongues played with each spraying. We parked our glasses and kissed passionately. Tight embrace our bodies rubbing together. His now hard cock rubbed against my body. My hands moved down his back to his hot ass, I rubbed vigorously.
"Let's go into my bedroom, Hasan." I whispered in his ear. We parted a little and I grabbed his stiff cock and pulled Hasan after me. Once in the bedroom, I immediately went to my knees and caressed his cock with my mouth. His circumcised cock was wet with pre-cum. I licked his cum off with my tongue and then took his penis and then his cock in my mouth. With a slight groan, he enjoyed my treatment. His hands took my head and directed my Blasmaul. Hasan deeper rammed his cock into my willing Maulvotze. Hasan's movements became faster and faster. Sun me no one has ever fucked in my mouth. "Ahhh, you slut" screamed Hasan. At that moment I felt his slightly salty-tasting seeds in my mouth. I could not help it, every drop of the Hasan splashed into my mouth, I wanted to swallow me melt in your mouth and. But it was so much that I could not swallow anything. Its juice I ran down the corners of his mouth and dripped onto my chin and chest.
Hassan leaned down to me and gave me a kiss on the forehead and he started his cream from my face and my chest lick. His semi-hard cock was still dripping a little. "Man, I had such a hot finish are long gone. "He gave me a quick kiss and disappeared into the bathroom. Slightly irritated he let me kneeling and with stiff cock back in the bedroom." Was it now? "I thought to myself, and disappointment is spreading in me. Ass I heard the shower running. "Ok, he takes a shower and then runs away. I guess I was just a quickie for him. "I put on my shorts and my T-shirt and began to clear the breakfast table." The showers but long. Outrageous. "I was almost a little bit mad at Hassan. Frustrated, I threw down another glass of champagne. To make matters worse even the sky darkened and it looked like rain again. Hundred percent fit for my current mood.
I sat in the living room and flipped through the TV channels. I heard my apartment door was opened. "Aha, he simply disappears after leaving. This is something I've never experienced so. It is really time that I'm going to find another apartment. To this I would not soon see again." My thoughts were running amok. But I was still a bit cool. I entered a porn and began to jerk me rather listless cock.
"What does my master there?" It was the voice of Hasan. He has again crept back into my apartment and stood in leather chaps and harness before me. On his cock, he had a big cock ring on his balls dangling weights and in his hand he held a whip. He handed me the whip, and knelt before me. In this attitude of humility, he began to lick my feet. "Forgive me, master, that I have used your mouth just for my pleasure. I deserve punishment." He worked his tongue and licked my feet more on the inside of my thighs. "Do you want me not concerned?" With the whip I had stroked back and gave him light blows to his ass. Hassan moaned lustfully at each beat, and I did well in the role of the Master always better.
Slowly, I became bolder. I ordered my shorts off of him and held out my bare hole. He immediately began to treat me with his tongue. Shivers flowed through my entire body. When he removed his tongue from my hole, there was again what with the whip and obedient he continued. My cock throbbed on my stomach and the precum flowed in streams. "Oh, Master. Their excitement is so strong. My asshole is freshly washed. Will you relax you in my tight ass?" Aha, that's why Hasan was so long in the bathroom. He has flushed itself.
Still based on hands and knees, he presented me his hole. His buttocks were slightly reddened by the whips. With both hands I kneaded his buttocks and pulled them apart. A perfect fuck hole throbbed before my eyes and was ready to take my cock. "First I'll check if your slave ass is clean enough for the cock of your master." "Oh Master, I have flushed and filled it with lube for you. "I pulled the ass cheeks apart and played with the fingers on his back door. A soft whimper came pleasurable about Hasan's lips." I inspect your ass. Makes you about the fun, slave? "He immediately got back what with the whip. I licked his tongue over his hole. Hasan I felt like it. But he did not dare to moan well. When I deeply with his tongue pushed into his hole, I could feel the taste of gel in his intestines. "did you prepare yourself well, slave." Oh, Master. For your pleasure. Please, take me hard."
"Then prepare the cock of your master." I held my cock to her mouth, he opened willingly. I let Hasan blow something up my cock was again fully erect. I put my stiff dick on to his collar and with a slight but decisive pressure I piercing his sphincter. Lubricated by the lubricant in Hasan's ass my cock popped up to my bulging eggs in his gut. "Oh Master, you fill me completely. Please fuck me how you like it." I could not tell me twice. I rammed my violently beaten repeatedly deep into his willing Arschvotze. Hasan squirmed under my blows. His cock was totally hard again and I jerked him. "Master, let me see your face when your jolly you in me."
I quickly pulled out my dick and Hasan turned his back. I put his legs over my shoulder and rammed my cock back into him. Hassan's body glistened with sweat. His long-drawn by the weights eggs stimulated my cock with each thrust. Wild he threw his head from side to side. "Master, give me your precious seed in my unworthy mouth." It sounded almost like a release for me. I fucked him now for almost half an hour - and that with a passion and toughness that killed all my strength. I felt my dick glows. I could feel my orgasm announced. Some splash landed in Hasan's ass. When I pulled my throbbing cock out of him he injected more easily. Hasan quickly leaned forward to the rest of the splash with his mouth to catch. I almost screamed as I felt his mouth on my cock. He licked and sucked my dick. I was almost blacked out. Totally exhausted and satisfied than ever before I collapsed beside him. Hasan played with my juice in his mouth and jerked his cock. A sharp cry announced his orgasm and his juice syringe into 5 or 6 spurts from his Nille.
We breathed heavy and tried to calm her down. "Was that cool!" By Brach Hasan silence and leaned over to me and kissed me. "Yes, it was awesome!" Geistreicherem something I am still in the force. We lay still for a while next to each other on the floor and did not speak when the bell rang for me at the front door.