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“Look at you!” Nate groaned as he stared lust drunk into the camera. He’d removed his sweats and laid on his front. I’d made him feel so horny that he couldn’t help but frot against the duvet as he watched me.

“Look at that beautiful uncut dick. I’ve never sucked an uncut dick before,” he admitted. I stroked, pulling the silken sheath of my foreskin over the plump head of my cock, up and down, up and down, giving him a show. “Oh Jack…I’m gonna die if I don’t taste you!” Nate groaned as he humped the mattress. “Show me your ass,” he directed in a low growl.

“You like my ass?”

“Are you serious? Your ass is…perfect! I’ve thought about how good it would feel to part your cheeks and slide my tongue in there. Run my stubble over the sensitive skin. I’d eat you out for hours, make you crazy, wreck you, and still want more.”

“Oh, fuck yeah!” I was so turned-on!

“Yeah. I wonder about the kinds of sounds I could draw out of you. In my fantasy you’re on your knees presenting your ass to me…like a gift.”

I followed the cues, turning and getting on my hands and knees, ass to the camera.

“Like this?”

“Oh yeah, yeah, that’s it, look at that pretty pink hole,” Nate groaned, “Wait, I’ve gotta get some lube.” I couldn’t see him now, but I heard him get up, open a drawer, then the click of a lube bottle cap, the squirt, and then the snick-snick sound of him covering his length. I wiggled my ass.

“Come and take it if you want it!” I said.

“Oh man, I want it so bad,” he ground out before adding “Berlin, we’ll do it right, yeah. I want to open you up, rim you, and take you to the edge.”

“Oh god!” This man was driving me crazy! My dick was rigid and aching. “Deal. Will you let me fuck you too?” I turned back to the camera as I eased my hand down between my thighs, fisted my dick, and began stroking in earnest.

“Anything, you can do anything you want. I just want to feel your body against me, I wanna inhale you, kiss and lick your skin, make you moan. Fuck Jack; let me see what you’re doing with your cock. Show me.”

Burning with arousal I followed Nate’s command and sat up on my knees facing my phone camera. I watched Nate; his eye’s blazing as his hand moved, stroking up and down, and his heavy balls jumped with the jerking motion. Nate’s erection was cut, thick and veiny, clear pre-cum leaking from the delicious tip.

“Jack,” Nate said in a pleading breathy moan, “Looking at you fucking your fist…I think I’ve got a foreskin fetish,” he chuckled, “I’m not gonna…last long.” His eyes were half-lidded, and his bottom lip was puffy where he’d bitten it. The sounds he made ignited me like a firework.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Jack,” he sighed.

“I love the way you say my name…Say it again…” I demanded roughly as pleasure twisted and throbbed along every nerve, every vein. We were racing to climax. “Jack,” he whispered, “Oh Jack.” This was more than getting off together. This was an erotic bomb.

“Fuuhk—” Nate grimaced, before detonating, and spilling over his hand. Watching the eruption and finally seeing the ecstasy of his cum face, hearing his cries of release, it all burned through me and pushed me over the edge.

When I returned from my orgasm haze, I blearily looked at the phone screen to see Nate flushed his bright wide smile a little dopey. His jizz covered hand was still lazily stroking as if he could go again. The orgasm had blown my damn head off…I’d need a minute!

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CHAPTER TWELVE

Nate

Maybe I’m weird, but hook-ups are an alien premise to me. I’m an emotional guy, and I don’t understand how strangers can go from hello to fucking in the blink of an eye. Sex is more than physical for me; it always has been. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a prude, I’ve had a few no-strings hook-ups a when I was in college. My friends were doing it and I’d wanted to know what the fuss was about. But they left me feeling hollow, dirty and a little used. Being a monogamous married man suited me. For ten years, I’d taken my vows seriously. It never crossed my mind to go looking for sex outside of my marriage. Maybe I let fear mask my desire for sex, or maybe I wasn’t as mindlessly horny as my husband! My boyfriends before Erik were dudes I’d known through sports, and at college. I’d been friends with each of them for months, years sometimes before anything sexual happened between us. After the orgasms, relationship stuff was too much of a distraction. I was focused on my career, and relationships never lasted.

Jack and I decided on a no-strings fling, and I’d agreed because I trusted him and I wanted him so damn much. But the reality is there’s no such thing as no-strings sex, not for me, there are always strings. I had deeper feelings for Jack Boyd than I’d dared admit to myself before Erik’s betrayal. But who the hell was I fooling now? I’d never have done what I did with Jack on the video call unless I’d felt a deep connection with him, trusted him. The jerk-off session was intense, erotic, and not nearly enough to quench the desire that Jack made me feel. I wanted to see Jack in the flesh and pick up where we left off. Fulfil all of those dirty fantasies we’d talked about.

Something was changing inside me. The walls in my vast empty penthouse were closing in and everything reminded me of my mistakes, my losses, and Erik. New York City didn’t feel like home. I needed to be somewhere new, somewhere that Erik and I had never travelled together, so that I didn’t have to be reminded of the failure of my marriage. The video call with Jack convinced me to get out of my comfort zone, live a little. He’d made me feel seen, feel sexy, made me laugh, and for a few heady, hot, and horny minutes I’d forgotten that my personal life was a burning dumpster. His suggestion that we should go to Berlin ahead of the entourage was the perfect distraction.

I was excited about my first trip to Berlin, and of course, the magnetic lure was that I’d be spending time with Jack as my personal tour guide. After the stress of being home and dealing with my lawyer, shrink, agent and my family’s dismay at the divorce, I now felt removed from my old self, as if by leaving New York I’d put on a new skin and I could be a different person, and this Nate Linden was a single, sexually adventurous person.

I don’t like to flaunt my wealth, but my one outrageous luxury, now that Erik’s jet was no longer available to me, would be in travelling by private charter jet so that I didn’t have to deal with looky-loo’s and paparazzi desperate for a candid shot of me in public. I arrived at Westchester airport, drove in, and passed my keys to the valet at the VIP entrance. I was taken to a private suite, my luggage tagged and taken to my charter, and my passport checked. Then I relaxed in the lounge until the jet was ready for departure. A VIP attendant collected me and I was driven across the tarmac in a black SUV, and then I boarded. It was a seamless, stress-free way of travelling, although I’d had my fair share of slumming it in Economy before I married up!

The flight was uneventful and on arrival at Berlin Brandenburg, the time was coming up to eight a.m. on Monday. I adjusted the dial on my Rolex to reflect Berlin time as the jet taxied to a separate terminal that provided an exclusive service, separate from the main passenger terminal. I exited the aircraft and was again collected by an SUV and taken to a suite to await my luggage and receive my documents. At this juncture a VIP client travelling alone would generally be collected by their security entourage, or taken by car to collect their vehicle or a rental. I didn’t want Jack to think me extravagant, pulling up at arrivals with a bullet-proof SUV for a simple city break. No, here I wanted to be anonymous and ordinary, just for a few days, and so I asked to be taken through to the public terminal arrivals so I could exit with the regular travellers.

Ten minutes later I hopped off the golf buggy that had driven me through the back corridors of the airport terminal to arrivals. I pulled-down the baseball cap I wore, a poor attempt at a disguise! I collected my suitcase from the VIP attendant and passed her a tip. Then I joined the stream of people moving through the arrival’s doors and into the vast concourse. I scanned the faces of the people waiting at the barricade, and there, like the sun on a balmy day was Jack Boyd. When our eyes met, I knew things had irrevocably changed between us. I was kinda winded, like I’d been hit on the chest by a football. Jack wore a cheeky grin, his whiskey brown eyes blazed with desire, and as I gazed at him and caught my breath, I decided, yes, whatever he had to give I was so ready for it! We didn’t take our eyes off one another as I rounded the barrier. When I reached him, Jack stepped up, slid his hands around my waist, and drew me in. His embrace was a homecoming. I let go of the handle of my suitcase and melted into him, my arms twining around his neck. I breathed in the familiarity of his bay leaf scent and just held on. I’d left the US filled with nervous anticipation and uncertainty. It had settled, to be replaced by a feeling of rightness, deep contentment, and excitement. Jack pulled out of the hug. He cupped my face tenderly and said,

“Your mouth, my god, I’ve dreamed about your mouth,” before he placed a soft kiss on my lips. It was like a burst of golden sunlight in my chest and I was stunned by how romantic he was.