By the Isar in Munich, Pt Two

I tried to be nonchalant and look at his face a few times in between taking in his nipples and the tufts of hair in his pits and his pecs and stomach and navel and farther down. We were maybe two feet from each other and every detail of Niklas was clear in the high sun of the early afternoon. He had the tiniest blond hairs on his chest and biceps and stomach and even though he was pretty much pure blond on his head, his pubic hair was light tan and framed his cock in a pleasing puff. His dick hung big and heavy and rested where his thigh met his torso. When the breeze hit just right, I smelled a hint of his sweat and my dick started to swell. Niklas said he was going to get in the water again and stood up. 

“You coming?”

Great, I was thinking to myself, once again when I stand up I’m going to have to endure Niklas teasing me. But when I looked at Niklas he was in a similar situation. He looked down and shrugged and said, “Ha, now I’m the one who’s supposed to be embarrassed.”

“Don’t be. We’re surrounded by naked girls. What do you expect?”

Niklas laughed.

“Damn, that thing is a banana, a big banana,” Niklas said approvingly.

After we had dried off, I said, “Hey, you’re looking a little pink. We should probably vamoose.”

“What?”

It was easy to forget that Niklas wasn’t American because his English was flawless.

“I think we should get going unless we think pain feels good. We’re going to get sunburned.”

Niklas looked down at his naked body. His pale, smooth chest looked like it was wearing a dab of rouge.

“See?” I said.

“Jawohl, mein Herr,” he sternly joked. “Du hast recht.”

“Gehen wir?”

“Yeah, you’re right,” said Niklas, “Let’s go.” He pulled on his shorts and t-shirt and shook out his towel. I did the same.

On the U-Bahn, we squeezed side by side into the small seats and our hips and naked thighs touched, sending a tingle through my whole body. He didn’t pull away. Discreetly I looked at his bulge and could see that his tip was almost poking out and I had to use all my willpower to not place my hand on his thigh and say something inane like, “Today was great.” We talked about the girls we had seen, America vs. Europe, small stuff. 

When we got off the U-Bahn, it was late afternoon. I asked Niklas what he was going to do for the rest of the day and he said he had no plans, so I suggested we go to my flat, since both my girlfriend and roommate were out of town, and hang out a bit. 

My flat in Munich was in an old building with no air conditioning, but its thick stone walls were good insulation and when we entered the air was cooler than it was outside but thickish. My apartment, which was on the ground floor, was a little better, but not my room. I opened the window to let some outside air in, but there was no wind and it hardly made a difference. I drank the last of my water and started to lightly perspire. I only had one chair, so Niklas took that, while I sat facing him on the futon.

“So what did you think?” Niklas asked.

“I still can’t believe people just walk around naked in public like that. I can’t believe we got naked.”

“What’s the problem?” Niklas laughed and then said, “You Americans, it’s a wonder you guys ever have babies.”

“Ha, true.”

“I have to pee,” Niklas said. “Where’s the bathroom?”  When he came back he said, “Hey, I think you were right about the sun. My back feels almost hot. Here, have a look.”

He pulled off his shirt and turned his back toward me. I pressed a spot near his shoulder and his skin turned white around it. 

“Yup,” I said, “you’re a little burned.”

“What about you?” he asked.

“I’ve got kinda olive skin, so I feel okay but if you don’t mind, maybe have a look at my back?” 

I took off my shirt.

“Man, you’re lucky, you’re a little red but since you say it doesn’t hurt it’s probably no big deal. Do you have any lotion? I should put some on. If nothing else it’ll feel good.”

I grabbed some Nivea from the bathroom and handed it to him.

He rubbed it into his face and arms and chest and then asked if I could put some on his back.

He handed me the Nivea and turned around. I hesitated. I had put sunscreen on friends before, but this felt different. Looking at his back and taking in his scent and his shape and the smoothness of his skin, I felt a strong tingle below. I put a dollop of lotion on my hand.

“Ready?”

He flinched as the cool lotion met his skin and I started to rub from the center of his back and out. I put a hand on his warm shoulder to steady us and as I applied the lotion, his body heat and light sweat made him slick as I worked the lotion into his upper back and shoulders. I moved lower. I don’t know if I meant to or not but as I was finishing, my fingers slipped under his waistband and I felt the tops of his cheeks and the in-between.

“I think that’s good, I’m sure it will help,” I said.

“What about my butt? Is it burned? I think it might be.” 

With his back still turned toward me he pulled his shorts down to his knees and asked me how his ass looked. My tingle was now physical and I looked down to see how obvious my bulge was. Christ. If he turned around, this was going to be weird. Or was it? Sex was in the air just like it had been by the river. I was sure Niklas felt it, too. I couldn’t see but maybe he was every bit as hard as I was. I wanted to see; I think he wanted me to see. I wanted to place my hands on his hips and turn him around. My hands moved toward him… but I was uncertain enough that I just said, “Pretty pink. Here’s the lotion.”

He turned his head and said, “I’m cool with you doing it if you don’t mind.”

“You sure?”

He nodded.

“This feels weird. Doesn’t it feel weird to you, too?”

There was a pause.

“It’s fine.”

I hesitated. 

God, I wanted to rub lotion into his tight, plump cheeks, but fear and uncertainty still had their claws in me. I gazed at his back and followed his spine to where it resolved into a narrow canyon between two firm, reddish hills. What was I afraid of? He had asked me to rub lotion onto his ass. He wanted me to. I wanted to. We were alone in my room. No one was going to see us, no one was going to barge in. 

Breaking my reverie, Niklas asked what the holdup was.

I squeezed a thick puddle of creamy, cool, white lotion into my hand. 

“Here it comes.”

He nodded and joked, “Ausgezeichnet.”

I rubbed lotion into his warm right cheek and lingered and lingered some more. I attended to his left cheek and then set the lotion down and placed both my hands on him and gently massaged the lotion into his skin. His warmth flowed up through my hands and arms and down to my pelvis and I felt a level of desire I had never felt before. With girls, it was intense and wonderful, but this was all that and more. 

“Does that feel good?” I asked.

He nodded.

I squeezed a dab of lotion into my palm, dipped my middle finger into it and then… I hesitated again. Fear and doubt rose up in me. Should I do this? This is going to be very, very obvious, so I'm laying my cards on the table if I go through with it. What if he gets mad, rejects me, leaves? 

“Do you like this?” I said.

“Why are you stopping? Are you done?” Niklas asked.

“Almost,” I said.

I slowly pressed my lotioned finger into the top of his crack and pulled it all the way down and all the way back up. Very. Slowly. A small, almost silent moan came from Niklas.

“Do you like that?” I asked softly.

He slowly turned around. 

“Want to put some lotion on this, too?” 

We stared at each other.

“You sure?” I asked.

But of course he was sure. I touched his tip with my lotioned index finger and he guided my right hand so my fingers encircled him and I started to stroke his warmth slowly.

I had fantasized about a moment like this for so long, and even though it was new, it felt familiar and right. As I stroked him he pulled my shorts down and then my underwear. His right hand worked me, mine worked him and I leaned in to kiss and lick his nipples and stroked him faster and harder.

“Wait,” Niklas said, and gently pulled my hand away. He throbbed a few times and then relaxed and said, “That was close.” We waited briefly before he put his hands on my hips and pulled my pelvis against his, and his pubic hair tickled my tip and I placed my hands on his hips and we pulled into each other. I kissed him. He had full lips and just a hint of stubble and our tongues tangled and flitted as he pressed his pelvis against mine. He broke away from kissing me and pressed his chest against mine, sweat slickening us. He wrapped his arms around me and ground against me fast and hard. I cupped his ass and he did the same, and we pushed against each other and ground for a few minutes. Suddenly, Niklas stepped back.

“Oh man, sorry!”