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I was visiting Germany. Two friends who were studying at my university as exchange students invited me and took me on a tour of the country. We were all over twenty years old and could move about freely without any problems. You could even buy alcohol here starting at age 18, and it was available on every corner.

We were at a beach and had been walking along the shore for a while. It was summer, and the sea breeze made the hot sun bearable. We were wearing shorts and loose T-shirts. Each of us had a backpack on our backs with some snacks and a towel. We were chatting casually and having a good time. The waves were crashing onto the beautiful sandy beach. There were only a few other people there in the midday heat.

We came to a sign. My German was practically nonexistent, so I didn’t understand what it said.

“FKK Bereich—Aufenthalt nur unbekleidet gestattet.”

Suddenly, my friends Tom and Henry took off their clothes. They stowed their pants and shirts in their backpacks and looked at me expectantly.

When I asked, confused, what they were doing, they explained things like “Frei Körper Kultur” to me, and it basically came down to either taking our clothes off or turning back.

Hesitantly, I took my clothes off too. As I did, I caught a good look at their naked bodies, which they were displaying to the world without a shred of modesty. Which was apparently normal here. Both of them were absolute beasts. They had penises that were downright unnaturally large. Heavy, pale pink, and slightly veined with blue, their cocks hung even lower than their testicles, which were already hanging low in the heat. I, on the other hand, was completely average in size. Nothing to be ashamed of, but next to those two giants, I suddenly felt small.

The two of them didn’t notice my uneasiness at all and kept walking, completely relaxed, even before I’d finished stowing my clothes away. They made room for me as I caught up and walked between them again. But now, every time I looked toward the ocean, I could see Tom’s swinging penis. With every step, his thighs jostled the heavy thing from left to right and back again. When I looked toward the dunes, it was the same story with Henry’s penis.

I wasn’t gay. I’d only ever had girlfriends. Sure, I watched gay porn too, but that certainly didn’t mean I’d want to do anything with a man. Or did it?

My body seemed to have a completely different opinion. I started to feel really hot—even hotter than I already was. My breathing quickened, and I had to swallow hard. Damn it, I could feel my cock slowly but surely getting thicker; despite my desperate efforts to distract myself, sooner or later I’d be standing there with a full erection.

Tom noticed that something was wrong. He thought I was exhausted and overheated, so he suggested we take a break. On the one hand, that would mean it would take longer for me to escape this hell of sexual insecurity disguised as German cultural heritage; on the other hand, I could wait out my erection. So we marched into the dunes and found a narrow strip of shade where we could all squeeze in right next to each other. As usual, Tom and Henry took me between them.

While I sat on my towel—my cock, now completely hard, hidden behind my drawn-up legs and throbbing almost painfully—the other two lay down on their backs, placed their roughly folded shirts over their eyes, and, after just a few minutes, fell asleep audibly.

There I was, sitting there, with a heavy penis resting on my friend’s thigh on both my left and right sides. The testicles glistened with a thin film of sweat. Unlike me, both of them were uncircumcised. Tom’s foreskin covered his pink glans, while Henry’s foreskin only extended halfway over his. I wondered what a foreskin like that would feel like. You could use it to jerk off, after all. My hand moved as if on its own. My fingertips stroked Tom’s shaft and glans very gently. It was hot and silky smooth. It was fascinating how easily it slid over the glans. Carefully, using just one fingertip, I slid the foreskin back and forth over his glans. Part of me begged me to please stop, but that voice was drowned out by the thunderous roar of my throbbing cock in my ears.

Tom’s cock grew hard under my gentle touch. Damn it! His already large cock wasn’t just getting hard—it was also getting visibly bigger. That wasn’t normal anymore. While his flaccid cock had been longer than my palm, his hard cock was now significantly longer and thicker. Ugh, it was outrageous. How could such a monster hang from the slender, almost delicate Tom? Henry, on the other hand, had a broad, slightly hairy chest and strong arms, shoulders, and thighs; plus, he was tall, so at least his huge penis wasn’t quite as noticeable. Or was it?

I turned toward Henry and started pulling his much shorter foreskin back and forth with my other hand. His cock quickly got hard and so much bigger, so I was sitting there with a cock in each hand. It would have been smart to stop right then, just lie down, and pretend I was asleep too. But “smart” wasn’t exactly on the menu right then. When the first drops appeared on the tip of Henrik’s cock, I panicked like a total idiot. What would happen if it rolled over now—he’d wake up and his whole stomach and hair would be sticky. I couldn’t think of anything better than to lick the drop off. Salty and somehow electrifying. But it was starting to happen with Tom, too. So I licked that one off as well. But that only made things worse. I had to lick more and more over the swollen glans. The foreskin was pulled back completely. I felt like I was holding two popsicles in the summer heat, melting away relentlessly.

When Tom’s testicles suddenly contracted, I didn’t even realize what was happening at first as his load hit my mouth. I swallowed it all down on reflex. Then it was Henry’s turn. It was a lot. Much more than I’d ever thought possible.

Looking back on it today, several things are clear to me. For one thing, it was no coincidence that the two friends had such big dicks. They became such close friends because they’d been bullied during their school days because of their endowments. And second, I’m certain now that they hadn’t actually slept through my unfortunate attempt at an accidental blowjob—they were just pretending to. Which would also explain what happened in the days that followed.

It wasn’t an easy time back then. We’d been married for years and had two small children. We were 30 and 31 years old. Even though my wife and I loved each other, we’d been having little to no sex for some time. I thought it was because of the stress with the kids. I would later learn that there was another reason.

At that time, I’d made a friend on Tumblr. That was back before the site had banned porn. He was African American, in his early 20s, and gay. He lived in some small town and had only confided in me so far.

I got through my dry spell with him—we messaged regularly and even jerked off together online. We joked that he could come here as an au pair, and then we could actually do it.

Then it happened: my wife and I actually decided to bring someone in as an au pair. Jokingly, I mentioned that I knew someone who wouldn’t require us to use an expensive agency. To my complete surprise, she was very interested. When I jokingly asked her if she wasn’t afraid that I was bringing my affair into the house, she replied that as long as we remained discreet and I continued to love her, she had no problem with it. 

Three months later, he arrived. Darius was extremely friendly and gentle. The kids took to him right away, and my wife finally stopped worrying that I might run off with the au pair. After a few weeks, we’d settled into a routine. Darius took care of the kids in the morning and took them to kindergarten. My wife drove to work and I worked from home two days a week or also drove to work. In the early afternoon, Darius picked up the kids and looked after them until we were done with work. He had the rest of the morning and late afternoon to himself.

It was one of the days when I was working from home. Darius had dropped the kids off and came into my office. He didn’t say a word; he just started undressing. Up until then, we’d avoided talking about our time online. The morning sun glinted off his smooth skin. My gaze drifted to his circumcised penis, which was already standing hard and erect. Immediately, I, too, became hard as a rock. I stood up and walked over to him. Frantically, I pulled off my shirt while he unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down to the floor.

Now I was standing in front of him, my pink cock with its swollen glans towering over his much smaller penis. He took it in his hand for the first time, almost reverently. He’d seen it many times before, but only on a screen. He stroked it and pulled the foreskin over the glans. Slowly back and forth, over and over. He was completely fascinated by it. He’d never held an uncircumcised cock in his hand before. In fact, back in his small town, he hadn’t dared to get involved with another man at all. For me, too, it would be my first time with a man. I reached for his cock and examined it, equally fascinated. It was noticeably darker than the rest of Darius’s body. Only a hint of veins ran along the shaft that lay in my hand. No comparison to the distinct blue veins shimmering through the skin of my big cock.

He had come prepared and willingly bent over my desk. He spread his butt cheeks apart, and his little asshole opened up willingly for me. I generously applied lube to my cock and then pressed it against his hole. Very slowly, I pressed the tip of my cock against it. He clenched up reflexively. I kept up the pressure and waited until he opened up for me. Slowly, I pushed myself inside him. I didn’t hold back, but thrust all the way in. I left it there. One of my hands was on the back of his neck, the other held his hip. Then I began to thrust into him, cautiously at first, then faster and faster. He moaned and tried to meet my thrusts, but I held him firmly pressed against the desk. It was a wonderful five minutes. I couldn’t hold out any longer and came deep inside him. My balls contracted, and I shot out the biggest load of my life.

I stayed inside him and heard him continue to moan softly as he squirmed beneath my firm grip. Only when my cock was no longer hard did I let it slide out of his used hole. It closed up immediately, jealously holding every drop of my cum inside him.

It was only then that I realized he had come in the meantime. Beneath him, a surprisingly large puddle of his cum covered the wooden floor, and his hand was full of his hot semen.

After that day, a completely different life began for all of us. It would only get crazier and crazier as we gradually gave in to our desires.

This is the sequel to my first adventure, when, having just turned 18, I bumped into a friend while I was borrowing a porn film. https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/s/SmAsW7rJeV

There was a small bathroom right next to my room. Martin went in there to wash all the cum off his face and started undressing as he walked through the door. He simply let his clothes fall to the floor. In the summer heat, he’d only been wearing shorts and a T-shirt anyway. Whilst I was still gathering my thoughts, I heard the water start running in the shower. He’d left the door wide open.

At the same time, the porn was still playing and my cock didn’t even have a chance

to go soft, as I remained just as horny as before.

While I was still wondering what to do next, Martin came back from the bathroom. His cock was still hard as a rock. The water glistened on his summer-tanned skin and I had to admit to myself that he had a great body. He was pretty fit from playing ball sports regularly. He had no hair on his chest and from his pubic area, only a thin strip trailed towards his navel. Apparently, he had no intention of getting dressed again and, naked as he was, stood right in front of me. I didn’t really feel I owed him anything; after all, my orgasm and the load of cum on his face had just been an accident.

And he was to blame. But I just wanted to do it. I wanted to know what it would be like to touch another cock. I’d always wanted a wank buddy back in the day, but it never worked out. This was my chance. I wrapped my hand around his cock; it almost fit completely inside my closed fist. I started wanking him and Martin immediately began moaning. I pulled the foreskin all the way back and looked at the unassuming glans. Why not, I thought to myself, and took it into my mouth. I circled it briefly with my tongue as I could already taste the salty, bitter fluid. He moaned long and loud while his balls pumped vigorously and he emptied himself in powerful spurts.

I didn’t swallow it. I couldn’t bring myself to. I went into the bathroom and rinsed my mouth out. When I came back into my room, Martin was lying on the bed, grinning happily. His cock lay limply on his thigh. I, on the other hand, was even harder than before.

“Have you ever shoved anything up your arse whilst wanking?” he asked out of the blue.

I’d actually tried that before, but it hadn’t done me any good. Martin explained that he now pretty much always used a dildo and that he’d even come without even touching his cock. I didn’t believe a word he said. At the time, I simply didn’t know anything about any of this. But Martin insisted on proving it to me. I didn’t realise it at the time, but Martin knew far better than I did what was happening then and there.

He rummaged around in the bathroom cupboard and came back with some body lotion. The expensive sort for extra-sensitive skin, which had been gathering dust in the cupboard for ages. He squeezed some onto his hand and rubbed it onto my seven-inch dick. I flinched at the cold liquid on my hot, throbbing cock. He took a good deal more and, lying on his back, showed me how he spread it generously over his hole. Then, as if it were nothing, he slid two fingers inside. I stepped closer and my cock twitched with anticipation.

At his signal, I climbed into bed with him and he guided my cock against his hole. I felt my glans pressing against his anus and he slowly opened up to me. It was an incredible feeling. I hadn’t imagined losing my virginity like this, but it was perfect. At first slowly, held back by his hand on my chest, then faster and faster, I fucked his arse. What I lacked in skill, I more than made up for with enthusiasm. As I’d only come less than twenty minutes earlier, I had plenty of stamina to spare. It was Martin’s loud moaning that finally drove me wild. My body took control and I rammed myself relentlessly hard into him again and again. Then Martin’s arse suddenly clamped tightly around my cock, and I forced the cum out of him with the thrusts of my thick cock. That was what overwhelmed me. I pumped my load into his twitching arse and then collapsed on top of him.

His cum was sticky between our naked bodies, my cock, slowly going soft, was still inside him, and Martin ran his hand through my sweaty hair. He said nothing. He gave me all the time I needed to come round, for which I was very grateful to him.

Martin and I saw each other on and off after that. Especially during the three weeks I was home on my own. When I got a girlfriend, we lost touch for almost 15 years, but as life would have it, we met again. Which is also the reason I’m sharing this story.

It was the summer I turned 18. My parents had gone on holiday with my two younger brothers, and I was home alone for three weeks. On the very first day, I went to the video shop to get hold of a porn film. It was so long ago that we only had one computer in the house at the time, and porn wasn’t yet available everywhere on the internet. At least not for me.

The friendly man behind the counter gave me a card so I could rent videos, and I then walked through the corridor to the adult films section, pretending to be calm.

It was overwhelming. Hundreds of porn films were lined up there. On shelves reaching up to the ceiling, running along every wall, with additional shelves in between. No matter where you looked, you could see dozens of hardcore scenes on the covers of the various films all at once. I was so overwhelmed that, after a few moments of wandering aimlessly between the shelves, I simply grabbed the nearest porn film next to me. Looking back, ‘Samson in the Amazon’s land’ wasn’t the worst porn film I could have picked for my first time.

But just as I’d borrowed the film from that really laid-back guy, someone spoke to me from behind. It was a friend I’d lost touch with a bit over the years. We’d been in the same school class and had even been best mates for many years. He was the same age as me and I knew he lived not far from here with his parents.

We greeted each other and I was really glad to meet Martin, even though the porn was burning a hole in my pocket. Whilst we were chatting, his gaze kept wandering back to the aisle with the porn. When he heard I was home alone, he invited himself over without further ado. We walked the 15 minutes to my place, swapping stories about old schoolmates.

Once we got to my place, however, he didn’t beat about the bush and asked straight away if we can watch the film together. So I popped the video cassette into the VCR and started the film. We sat on the bed in my room, leaning against the wall with some big cushions behind our backs. It took less than two minutes for me to be as hard as steel. I hadn’t touched myself for two weeks, knowing that today I’d be watching my first hardcore porn. After another minute, I didn’t care anymore and pulled out my hard cock, which had already made a clear bulge in my shorts. As if he’d been waiting for just that, Martin followed suit.

I couldn’t help but take a good look at him. His cock was hard and of average size. Probably somewhere on the smaller site of five inches. It didn’t strike me as particularly thick either. The head tapered to a sharp point. Quite different from what I was used to with my own cock. My cock, on the other hand, was seven inches long and a massive piece of equipment. The shiny, hard, swollen glans stood out clearly. I realised immediately that Martin was now far more interested in my cock than in the film. He tried to move closer without drawing attention to himself. When I looked at him, he swallowed hard.

“Can I touch it?” he asked hesitantly.

I just nodded. He came closer and examined my cock. With just one finger, he stroked along the shaft, which gave me a completely new sensation. I’d never been with anyone before, and so no one else had ever touched my cock either. As the first drops of precum gathered at the tip of my cock, he leaned over it to get a better look and pulled it slightly towards him. The precum ran down, and he spread it with his thumb over the underside of my glans. I exploded in the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. I practically forced the first spurt of cum out. At first the hot fluid was clear, then with every subsequent spurt it grew whiter and thicker. Martin froze in shock as he triggered this overwhelming orgasm; not only did the first spurt hit his face as he leaned forward, but every one that followed did too. He stood completely still. He probably didn’t know what else to do.

In the background, you could hear the moaning and the slapping of bodies colliding from the porn film playing. I was breathing heavily and didn’t dare move.

“It tastes salty,” he said, breaking the tension. I had to laugh. The semen was running all over his face, from his forehead over his eyebrows and nose to his mouth and down to his chin. Apparently his mouth hadn’t been quite closed and he’d got a mouthful straight into it as well.

He desperately needed a shower, but what happened next is another story.