Recently in the café...
Recently in the café...
I love going to a café and reading. But secretly I always dream that I will have a sex experience. With a woman or a couple. So this time I left the book again and watched the people around me.
But what I didn't notice immediately was that a man of about 30 years old had taken a seat at two tables away from me and had already ordered. Because the waitress brought him a cappuccino. I watched him because he didn't seem to be in a particularly good mood. He looked sad. I plucked up the courage and went up to him and asked if I could help him. He smiled sheepishly and declined my offer. I went to the toilet and when I wanted to go back to my seat, I stopped and asked if everything was really okay. He didn't say anything at first and I wanted to go on when he said, ‘Not really.’ I asked him if I could help him, which he said no to, but then immediately added, ‘Maybe you could listen to me.’
So I sat down with him and he started to tell me his story. He was gay and his boyfriend had cheated on him and then left him. So it was as I had thought, a broken heart.
We started talking and he swallowed several times. I really wanted to take him in my arms, but I was too ashamed.
Suddenly he said that he had to leave. After a while, I felt that I should ask him if I could accompany him.
Again he said no at first, but then said, ‘Maybe I should.’ So I paid for my coffee and we went for a walk together. We went to a park and he immersed himself in his grief. Suddenly he couldn't hold it in anymore and he started crying. I took him in my arms and he cried more and more. My hands started to go through his hair and I stroked him. I did this to cheer him up....... It helped and he calmed down. But somehow we didn't let go of each other, but stayed standing, arms entwined.
I didn't know how long we stood like this and I noticed that my fingers kept going through his hair, and every now and then I stroked his back... He seemed to like it and I didn't even notice that his head was on my shoulders. Suddenly I felt his breath on my skin... he was breathing unevenly and his breath caressed my ears. I liked it and I noticed how my body longed for more. My cock moved and slowly became stiff. I felt so uncomfortable. He seemed to notice and said: ‘It's best if you let me go.’
I did it and regretted it in the blink of an eye. I liked feeling it up close.
But we continued walking and he spoke differently now, more relaxed and liberated.
He asked if I was gay, I said no and asked him why he thought that. His words embarrassed me, he said that he could feel my dick and how swollen it was.
He smiled gently and said that I had nothing to be ashamed of. We went for a walk and then said goodbye, but not without exchanging phone numbers.
When I arrived home, I couldn't wait and texted him that I had enjoyed the time with him. He replied and we wrote for a while, then he called me. Why don't we write and why don't we talk on the phone, it's easier and nicer.
Then I said something I wouldn't have expected of myself. I said it would be even nicer to see and touch you.
I was immediately ashamed of these words, but his answer shocked me even more: ‘I can come to you because I like your company.’
I gave him my address and in half an hour he was at my house.
When he came in the door, we hugged and he kissed me on the cheek. It triggered a wave of greed.......
I love going to a café and reading. But secretly I always dream that I will have a sex experience. With a woman or a couple. So this time I left the book again and watched the people around me.
But what I didn't notice immediately was that a man of about 30 years old had taken a seat at two tables away from me and had already ordered. Because the waitress brought him a cappuccino. I watched him because he didn't seem to be in a particularly good mood. He looked sad. I plucked up the courage and went up to him and asked if I could help him. He smiled sheepishly and declined my offer. I went to the toilet and when I wanted to go back to my seat, I stopped and asked if everything was really okay. He didn't say anything at first and I wanted to go on when he said, ‘Not really.’ I asked him if I could help him, which he said no to, but then immediately added, ‘Maybe you could listen to me.’
So I sat down with him and he started to tell me his story. He was gay and his boyfriend had cheated on him and then left him. So it was as I had thought, a broken heart.
We started talking and he swallowed several times. I really wanted to take him in my arms, but I was too ashamed.
Suddenly he said that he had to leave. After a while, I felt that I should ask him if I could accompany him.
Again he said no at first, but then said, ‘Maybe I should.’ So I paid for my coffee and we went for a walk together. We went to a park and he immersed himself in his grief. Suddenly he couldn't hold it in anymore and he started crying. I took him in my arms and he cried more and more. My hands started to go through his hair and I stroked him. I did this to cheer him up....... It helped and he calmed down. But somehow we didn't let go of each other, but stayed standing, arms entwined.
I didn't know how long we stood like this and I noticed that my fingers kept going through his hair, and every now and then I stroked his back... He seemed to like it and I didn't even notice that his head was on my shoulders. Suddenly I felt his breath on my skin... he was breathing unevenly and his breath caressed my ears. I liked it and I noticed how my body longed for more. My cock moved and slowly became stiff. I felt so uncomfortable. He seemed to notice and said: ‘It's best if you let me go.’
I did it and regretted it in the blink of an eye. I liked feeling it up close.
But we continued walking and he spoke differently now, more relaxed and liberated.
He asked if I was gay, I said no and asked him why he thought that. His words embarrassed me, he said that he could feel my dick and how swollen it was.
He smiled gently and said that I had nothing to be ashamed of. We went for a walk and then said goodbye, but not without exchanging phone numbers.
When I arrived home, I couldn't wait and texted him that I had enjoyed the time with him. He replied and we wrote for a while, then he called me. Why don't we write and why don't we talk on the phone, it's easier and nicer.
Then I said something I wouldn't have expected of myself. I said it would be even nicer to see and touch you.
I was immediately ashamed of these words, but his answer shocked me even more: ‘I can come to you because I like your company.’
I gave him my address and in half an hour he was at my house.
When he came in the door, we hugged and he kissed me on the cheek. It triggered a wave of greed.......
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