Dylan's Europe
The train pulled out of the harbour station heading for the heart of Europe, Berlin. The adventure was beginning for real now.
The young lad, Dylan, was due to go up to University in a couple of months time but before that he intended to use some of his hard earned money to travel. It was the days of a Europewide rail pass - travel anywhere in the 'zone', any distance you wanted for £100 for 30 days travel. That should be enough he'd thought.
He was just turned 18, 6' tall, fit and tanned from working outdoors as a landscape gardener for 3 months, his brown hair lightened in the sun accentuating his brown eyes. He had already attracted admiring looks on the boat - from females and males alike. He guessed he'd have no problems in having some 'fun' along the way. After all he was that classic 'horny teenager'. Not that he'd ever done much about it.
He was still a virgin.
He had managed to book a two berth sleeper for the overnight trip through Brussels and onto Cologne - meaning he'd save on the cost of room for the night and still arrive fresh and ready to start his exploration.
As he prepared for bed - stripping off to his briefs, slipping under the blankets - the door to the carriage slid open and a head popped around it. "Carriage 259?" "Yes" "Seems I'm sharing with you then". The door opened fully and a young man, in his early 20's maybe, entered, his rucksack now thrown onto the other bunk bed opposite.
"The name's Todd, doing Europe before college in the Fall" Dylan immediately knew that his companion was American and younger than he looked. He also 'knew' he was rather a sexy looking guy, Dylan's interest being aroused.
"Hi, I'm Dylan. Doing the same" he laughed, letting his eyes travel up and down Todd's body. He looked 'well fit' in his jeans and hoodie and Dylan could detect a nice, rounded bulge. The sight of the dark haired hunk had an immediate effect as Dylan sprang a boner, inadvertently causing the blanket to 'jump'. Whether Todd noticed he wasn't sure but he sort of wriggled 'to get comfortable' and hide his, increasingly hard, dick.
As Todd settled in they they shared their details - Todd was in fact 19 and had taken a year out before College. He'd worked on the family farm in the Mid-West and then started to travel. He'd basically started off with New York and then did London. Now he was on his way to Berlin. Someone he met in London owned a place there and invited him to visit.
Todd finally prepared for bed, the hoodie and t-shirt cast off, the jeans dropped. Todd wore a jockstrp which certainly displayed his 'package'. Dylan thought he could see a small damp patch. As Todd clambered into the bunk Dylan was presented with a full-on view of two hairy globes leading towards a hirsute, inviting, cleft. Dylan had to work hard to suppress the groan he wanted to let out.
Todd pulled the blanket over him and then started to wriggle about. He was removing his jockstrap, whch he casually dropped on the carriage floor. "Sorry, hope you don't mind. I've always slept naked" ".No, fine by me" Dylan managed to say as his mind was now conjuring up visions of Todd's naked body "Cool" Todd said as he flicked his light off.
By now Dylan was aching stiff and he knew there was only one way to end it - wank out his load.
He waited until he thought Todd was asleep then eased his briefs down and off, dumping them next to Todd's jock. He started to pleasure his reasonable 7" dick, his eyes closed, trying to visualize Todds cock, balls and, he hoped, the wild untamed brown bush. He had always lusted after hairy guys - from the first time he caught sight of his Physical Eduction teacher, a short stocky man covered in hair. He'd often jerked off at the thought of his bush and cock.
His imagination was running riot when he detected sounds coming from Todd’s bunk. It sounded as if Todd was dreaming, talking in his sleep. "Oh yes...suck that dick. Let me eat your ass. God, I wanna fuck you. Damn Dylan that’s one tight ass...." Todd was dreaming of fucking Dylan! Dylan was more than turned on now and quietly responded knowing Todd was fast asleep - "Fuck me Todd! Get your big American prick inside me! Open my virgin ass! Pump me full of US Jizz!".
Dylan’s legs were now spread wide. As he wanked himself he pleasured his hole with the other hand, fingers slowly pushing in. It always felt soo good when he did that and always brought him off to a spectacular fountain of cum. He could feel himself starting to climb towards orgasm.
Suddenly the one person bunk was occupied by two. Dylan felt the blankets tossed away, Todd in between his legs, their dicks colliding, Todd’s mouth on his, the tongue pushing in. "Fuck Dylan! You're fucking hot man!" Dylan responded by greedily feeding on Todd's mouth, curling his legs around him, dragging his body in tighter. There was no stopping the urgency of their lust.
All Dylan could say was "Fuck me" over and over again. He felt that "American Prick" slipping over his hole, searching for entry. It came to rest on the sweaty lips and Todd launched himself into Dylan. Dylan’s first fuck wasn't easy. The pain ripped though his body and he cried out, soon smothered in Todd’s kisses. It was no gentle deflowering of his virgin hole as Todd immediately started thrusting in and out, fucking Dylan deep.
The pain suddenly disappeared and Dylan luxuriated in the feeling of Todd’s cock gliding in and out, silky, wet with precum. There was a moment of horror as Dylan thought "Oh shit he's fucking me raw!" he always swore he'd play 'safe' "I'll get him to pull out before he cums" . The thought was banished immediately as Todd' prick slid over his prostate. The sensations that tore through Dylan’s bofy were intense and that suspended orgasm built and built. He knew that Todd too was close. Al thought of Todd pulling out flew out the window and the American Prick blasted his guts with rich US spunk!
Dylan’s dick erupted, showering them both with thick creamy Brit cum.
Todd was no 'lover', more the "wham, bam, thank you" type. As soon as Dylan sprayed his cum Todd pulled his glazed prick from Dylan’s ass and scooted back to his bunk. Dylan heard a "That was Hot Dylan, Thanks, Guess we both needed that" then almost seconds later, snoring.
Dylan lay there - unsatisfied but fulfilled He'd wanted more from his first fuck but at least he had been fucked and 'filled'.
Dylan awoke to the sight of Todd firing off three or four long ropes of American Jizz.
They were an hour out of Cologne now as they showered, dressed and packed. Todd was immediately heading south to Frankfurt, Munchen and then The Schwarzwald, while Dylan was off to Berlin. His plan was Berlin, Frankfurt, Switzerland, Rome, Nice and Paris. Todd gave him the name of his German 'friend' in Berlin and told Dylan he'd be welcomed 'with open arms' he smirked. As they parted at the station Todd told him to have 'fun' in Berlin.
Dylan never met his 'first' ever again but heard about him. He had been 'caught' in a hotel 'orgy' with a number of leading right-wing senators. The senators somehow survived - Todd was sent to prison for being engaged in "Male Prostitution".
Dylan certainly had 'fun' in Berlin. Todd’s 'friend' did indeed welcome him with open arms - and legs. Hans had shown Dylan the high life, and the sleazier side, of Berlin’s gay scene. He had been fucked on the street at Berlin Folsom, cruised in the Tiergarten, watched and participated in uninhibited sex in bars and indulged in hard group sex. All of it bare sex.
Dylan never asked, in detail, how Hans earned his money but he thought he must be successful and that he has lots of 'friends' that came visit. Hans had once told him vaguely he was in the "hospitality business".
Dylan realised his ticket was running out so he managed to arrange an extension and set off on his adventure once again. Hans gave him the name of a friend of his in Frankfurt who would put him up. That was how he came to meet Philip.
Philip met him at the train station as he arrived. Tall, slim, almost slender, dark haired, Dylan recognised him immediately from Hans's description. What really stood out about him was the very pronounced bulge in his tight jeans. Dylan couldn't take his eyes off it.
As they walked back to Philips place they passed through the red-light district and it appeared Phili was quite well known.
Philip had obviously sussed Dylan out and offered to take him on a 'tour' of the city - showing him the sights. Their brief tour ended up back around the station and in the sleazier parts of the city. For Dylan it seemed like every street contained some sex palace, cinema, club. Every street lined by lads roughly his own age, fresh faced and seemingly innocent, searching for something or someone.
Philip took him into a bar, "for a quick drink". There were a number of guys milling around - young lads off the street, office workers, business guys. There was the odd 'manual' worker clad in his jeans, boots and Hi-viz jackets. Dylan didn't know which way to turn - the 'view' was definitely having an effect on his own dick.
As they stood at the bar Dylan noticed that young lads would wander off to the back of the bar, followed discretely by one or other of the men. Dylan wondered what was back there and when Philip said toilets and another 'bar' he had the sudden 'need' to pee and headed for the toilets! "See you later!" Philip had grinned as he meandered across to the darkened part - followed by one of the manual workers!
The corridor had recesses, alcoves, either side and as Dylan moved along it he glanced from side to side. A couple were occupied. A lad had his jeans around his knees, braced against the wall, a businessman’s dick stuffed up him. Another a lad was on his knees giving a guy a deep blowjob!
As he passed one he felt a hand on his back firmly, but gently, pushing him inside. It was the manual guy. The guys hands were soon all over Dylan - clutching at his, hard, dick, slipping a hand down the back of his jeans, slobbering all over his neck. Dylan may have been taken by surprise initally but when his own hand found the guys package he shuddered in lust. It felt like one beefy dick and he knew he wanted it.
He was rapidly unbuckling the guys jeans, sliding down the zip, slipping his hand inside to encounter the hard wet dick he now desperately wanted. Dylan’s pants were soon round his ankles and his face turned to the wall. He felt the dick on his ass and a few words muttered in German he didn’t understand. The next thing he felt was the dick being pushed hard into his very willing asshole. The guy grabbed his hips and started to pump the dick in him, guttural german in his ears.
The guy was definitely 'on heat' as he slammed into his hole, the sleaziness of it all meaning he didn’t last long. Dylan was almost slammed against the wall as the guy gave one almighty shove and Dylan felt the cum - and there was a lot of it. As the guy withdrew Dylan heard the pop and the spent spunk dribble down his thighs and heard the words "Geile Ficken" - Horny Fuck!
The guy gave his ass a slap as he pulled his jeans up and delved into his pockets, thrusting 70 marks in his hand, before leaving the recess. Dylan was surprised - he'd just been fucked for money! He hoisted up his pants and went in search of Philip - who was still at the bar talking to some older guy.
As Dylan approached, Philip said something to the guy who wandered off a short distance, waiting. Dylan related what had happened to an unfazed Philip. "70? and you took him bareback AND took his load? He must have thought it was his birthday! Normally 100 for bareback 150 for breeding." Dylan just gawped at him as Philip said "Didn't you realise what type of place this is? Basically a fuck-bar for guys to pick up lads like us - rent".
The man Philip had been talking to was his 'client' - "a regular over at the hotel". Dylan now found out that the apparently 'normal' hotel rented rooms out by the hour. The 'client' beckoned Philip over, obviously eager to get to the room. After some discussion Philip came back - "Asking if you are up for a three-some, paying 300". Dylan looked at Philip and then at the guy.
The guys dick wasn’t very big at all but he was athletic! Philip was as Dylan had hoped - a good 8" or more of solid dick. One hour after entering the hotel Dylan had taken both their dicks and loads.
It was the beginning of a new adventure for Dylan.
Dylan 'spent' the rest of his ticket travelling local trains and earning money. It appeared that the locals liked young British Lads.
As his ticket ran out he made a life changing decision. He wasn’t going back to The UK. No University for him. He was lying under guys, taking their dicks and spunk, getting paid for doing something he loved. He stayed.
Dylans European Adventure had paid off.