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“Is that right?” I cooed as I gazed into his eyes. I was ready to show him how hot and bothered we could get! I reached out, gripping the nape of his neck, and pulled him in to crush our mouths together. As soon as we touched it was game on. Jack gasped in surprise at my bold move, and then moaned appreciatively, our tongues duelling as again, as we ate at one another like starving men, just like in Paris. This time I was sober and officially single. Neither of us had shaved and so our stubble grated against the sensitive skin of our lips, and the sighs it pulled from Jack brought out a need and possessiveness I hadn’t experienced before. I dragged Jack on top of me, desperate to feel the weight of him. I opened my thighs and let him ease between them. He fit perfectly, the bulge of his hard-on sitting neatly beside mine. My hips bucked up involuntarily, crushing our groins together.

“GOD!” Jack wriggled, his eyes blazing with a challenge as he rubbed his dick against mine. “You’ve trapped me right where I want to be!” His movements were making me crazy. I gripped his gorgeous firm ass to still him.

“Ditto,” I gasped. “If we start this now, we’re not leaving this bed for the next three days.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, babe!” he countered, and then he began kissing a slow flaming trail from the nape of my neck to my collar bone.

“You wanna take the edge off? We’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?” Jack suggested and god damn yes, I really needed to do something with the very healthy, happy dick in my pants.

“Yeah, I need to feel your skin on mine,” I admitted, making my needs clear. Jack slid off me, kicked off his trainers, then unbuttoned his chino shorts and wriggled out of them, watching me all the while with amusement and lust burning in his eyes. He pulled the tee over his head to be standing naked in front of me, his beautiful uncut dick bobbing. I growled as I bucked up, unbuttoned my jeans; and pushed them down my thighs. Jack helped remove my trainers and socks, and then pulled the jeans off me. My shirt was on the floor before he retook his place on top of me, but this time, he was straddling my thighs. His soft hairy legs brushing against my skin made my body fizz with sensation. We shared an incendiary look. Jack and I had seen one another naked before, it’s a given when you share a trailer on a movie shoot and play a couple. This time I wasn’t dealing with a silicone dong sheath from the props department, it was the real deal, and thank you lord, Jack’s dick was glorious!

“My, my! Look at that pretty uncut cock,” I said in a low, sultry voice as it faced me proud and enticing. I reached out and did what I’d wanted to do from the moment I’d seen Jack was uncut. I wrapped my fingers over the head and eased the silky foreskin back, revealing his crown. Jack moaned, “Fuck, yes,” I worked him slow, marvelling at the sight of his cock head playing peek-a-boo, the skin covering and revealing with each slow stroke. “Can I suck it?”

“All in good time, babe. Fuck, I’ve been desperate to get my hands on you!” Jack admitted. With my other hand reached up and gripped the back of Jack’s head, and pulled him down for another drugging kiss. He groaned into my mouth, and then he eased back, spat into his hand, batted my hand away, and gathered our dicks to begin pumping them together. “Fhuuuck!” we groaned in unison. His grip was just right, the silken skin of his uncut cock sliding against my cut cock. I fucking loved his uncut dick. I continued to be mesmerized watching the show, as Jack’s foreskin slipped back, revealing the meaty pink head. I gave myself to pleasure groaning and bucking, telling Jack just how good he made me feel.

“Jesus! You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met, Nate. You’re the star of all my filthy thoughts,” Jack panted as he jerked us.

Hearing Jack’s British accented voice did something to me that I couldn’t fathom. From the boiling ache in my balls, I realized that this was going to be the quickest orgasm! Jack was as sensual as I’d envisioned, his lusty stare, teeth biting his plump lower lip in concentration as he pumped and drove us to our peaks together.

“God damn, Jack, squeeze harder, yeah, baby, that’s it!”

“I’ve got you Nate, let go!” He pumped us faster and then with a cry of “Fhuuck!” Jack surrendered, dramatically tossing his head back. With the taut column of his throat, his Adams apple prominent and corded muscles stretched, he looked like a religious sculpture in a rictus of agony and ecstasy. I followed him, spilling in thick pulsing spurts over his hand and my chest. When he came down, Jack chuckled, seeming a little embarrassed by the intensity of our first real-life climax together. But then he licked our jizz from his hand, and it was a sight so hot my softening dick gave a rallying twitch. Jack shocked me then. He eased down to lay on top of me and wrapped me in an embrace. Afterglow kisses and cuddles were a pleasant surprise. Erik wasn’t a big cuddler, with me anyway. But I concluded that, yeah, this was lovely. It was the reassurance I’d needed after making myself so vulnerable to a new lover. Jack finally rested his cheek on my shoulder and inhaled. Minutes of silence passed as our racing hearts settled and the post-orgasm wave of wellbeing dragged me into a boneless doze.

“Hmmm. Do you have any idea how fucking delicious you smell? I could feast on you for breakfast!” Jack groaned low against my skin. At the mention of the word breakfast a loud gurgle erupted from my stomach. It made Jack pause, prop himself up, and stare at me.

“When did you last eat?” he asked a little concerned.

“Ehh. Yesterday. I slept for most of the flight.”

“Nate!” Jack scolded and moved off me, flopping onto his back beside me, his kiss swollen lips held in a dejected pout. “You should have said.”

“If I’m honest, I was more horny than hungry,” I admitted.

“Well, now one appetite’s sated, let’s get cleaned up and go down for breakfast,” Jack suggested. He rolled over and watched me for a long moment before pressing his lips to mine one more time. “I want to take you out on a proper date tonight. This was just the starter; the main course is going to be epic!”

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Jack

I must admit, as soon as Nate agreed to come to Berlin with me, I’d started making plans about what I wanted to show him in my favourite European city. The city’s so diverse, full of history, art, and fashion, and we didn’t have long.

It was great to be young in the twenty-tens when, in Europe, budget airlines were competing to offer the lowest prices. I could buy a return flight from London to Berlin for twenty quid, it was a steal! For the first couple of years at drama school I was in a relationship with Saskia and was closeted. I didn’t want to reveal my sexuality to classmates or at auditions, as for some producers my orientation would be an automatic mark against me. And so, after I came out to Sassy and we returned to being platonic friends. I’d fly to Berlin with a couple of queer mates for lost weekends of hedonism. In Berlin I could be myself, dance, drink, and explore my slutty side. It was an ‘anything goes’ few years, and as long as I made it to the airport on a Monday morning for the six-a.m. flight home, life was peachy. Ten years later and I’m a different man. I cringe when I get hazy memories of some of the sketchy situations I got mixed up in. I’d danced myself dizzy, ending up in bed with countless men or groups of men whose names and faces I couldn’t remember. My wakeup call came when a guy slipped something into my drink. Getting roofied scared the hell out of me. I’d stopped the party lifestyle completely when I got a call-back for Harmon Hall. It may sound over dramatic, but getting cast as Lord Bertie probably saved my life!

We showered separately, dressed, and took the elevator down to the lobby, and then found the breakfast room, which had a continental style breakfast buffet. Nate’s eyes widened with delight, as if the mouse was let into a cheese factory! He piled his plate with breads, fruit, and slices of Gouda, Emmentale, Gruyère, Bergkäse, Brie, and Cambozola. I was the one with the sweet tooth, a devil for German pastries, and so along with my healthy yoghurt, granola, and fruit salad, I added a couple of still warm pastries to my plate. We chose a table beside lovely arched windows overlooking the wide piazza of Pariser Platz which was already filling with groups of tourists desperate for a selfie in front of the Brandenburg Gate. Nate was in cheese heaven, moaning in a far-too-sensual way, as he tasted each one.

“The weather forecast said the temperature would be over 30 degrees this afternoon. So, as your trusted tour guide, I’ve decided we’ll do our walking this morning and aim for an air-conditioned museum, gallery or maybe a shopping mall on Ku’damm for the afternoon. And for the evening, I want to take you dancing. How does that sound for day one?” I asked.

Nate inhaled another bite of his breakfast, chewed, swallowed, and then said. “Yeah, cool. I’ll leave everything in your capable hands. I’m just happy to be here. No notes!” I stared at him and chuckled. “What?” he asked, a little offended. “I was just thinking…I’ve never seen anyone cheese-drunk before.” He childishly poked his tongue out and I got a swooping feeling in my belly.

“Do you, eh, want to go to galleries, or museums? Are you interested in the history or the art, music and fashion?” I quizzed to pull myself from the tractor beams of his gorgeous blue eyes.

He hummed thoughtfully, that twinkle of humour still there. “Europe has so much history, don’t you think? It’s fascinating. I want to get a taste of everything,” he winked.

I need to admit, I was kind of bewildered that Nate was just as much of a horn-dog as I was. He’d been so buttoned up before and I’d never seen this side of him. My dreams were coming true, and the date tonight was going to be amazing!

“Yeah, you can’t walk ten paces without stumbling over a famous building, the scene of a massacre, a bombing, or a medieval battle ground!” I scoffed. “We can fit in a little bit of everything in three days,” I said returning his ardour. From his choked response, Nate knew exactly what I meant!