SUMMER 2012 | DAVID:
Although my husband wasn't technically estranged from his family like I was, we still hardly got to see any of them. Sven's parents were both dead, and his only brother lived in a small town in Eastern Germany and minded his own business. He didn't speak English, which ruled out communication with me. Although he and Sven never hated each other, they were also never close in any meaningful way. Whenever Sven and I went to Germany, we usually spent time with his old friends in Berlin rather than family members in rural areas.
Of course, with our son Eric now being 15, we didn't get to travel as much as we would've wanted. Traveling as a threesome was more expensive, and we had Eric's college tuition to worry about. Thankfully, both Sven and I were decent earners, so we still got to get away a couple of times a year. Most of the time they were family-friendly vacations, but of course my husband and I always found a way to have some kinky fun on the side.
In the summer of 2012, Sven's and my 20th anniversary was approaching. Since he and I had met on the Fourth of July, I preferred to travel abroad whenever possible. In the States, Independence Day stole our thunder. Internationally, no one cared about that and we got to feel like the day was only special because of us.
When my husband suggested we go to Berlin for our 20th anniversary, it seemed like the logical decision. After all, not only was it one of our favorite cities, but it was also the place where we met. Plus, because we had so many friends there, we never had to worry about a place to stay.
"Do you wanna get a hotel or ask around and see if someone can host us?" I asked my husband as we lounged in our pool one weekend while our son was upstairs doing homework.
"Actually," my hot hubby said while tugging on his giant schlong under the water, "I already found us a place to stay: with my nephew."
"WHAT?!" Although I knew Sven had two nephews, I never heard mention of them. I didn't even know one of them was living in Berlin now.
"Yes. My nephew Axel is 19 and he just finished school. He basically did exactly what I did when I was his age: he packed his stuff and decided to fuck off to Berlin on his own."
"Wow. I remember meeting your nephews, but I think the last time I saw him he was like six," I said.
"Sounds about right. Well anyway, he got a two-bedroom apartment but he doesn't have a roommate yet and I told him not to get one, so we could go and stay there next month for our anniversary."
"I don't know about this," I hesitated. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'd like to spend more time with Axel and show him around the city. I was all on my own when I first moved there; he doesn't need to go through the same thing."
I guess that made sense. To me, staying in a two-bedroom apartment meant that we would probably be sharing a bedroom with our son: a major cock block! Plus, even though he was technically my nephew as well, Axel was a complete stranger to me. As if he could read my mind, my husband pressed me up against the edge of the pool and said,
"Don't worry. You'll still get plenty of Daddy's dick," he promised, shoving his tongue in my mouth and grinding his growing cock against my leg.
"Mmm, that's what I like to hear," I cooed.
"As a matter of fact," Sven spun me around, "you'll get Daddy's dick right now."
"Fuck," I moaned, feeling horny as well. I grabbed my cock with my right hand and merely a couple of strokes later it was almost as hard as my husband's boner, which was now pressing between my cheeks.
"What if Eric sees?" I asked Sven while turning my head around my shoulder and exchanging a passionate kiss with him.
"We'll just tell him I was giving you CPR," he breathed in my mouth, and then he shoved his daddy dick deep in my asshole. "Giving you CPR while fucking this slutty ass of yours!"
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We flew out on a Sunday night but because of the time difference we didn't land in Berlin until Monday at noon. A friend of Sven's picked us up at the airport and drove us to Schöneberg, where we would be staying.
"Your nephew lives in the gayborhood?" I asked my husband. This was the part of Berlin I was most familiar with, and admittedly a lot of young newcomers – both gay and straight – tried to land an apartment here or in one of the surrounding hip areas. No matter how many times I came here, I was always taken aback by the brazen public display of pornography in shops' windows, something that would never fly back home.
The weather was uncharacteristically warm for Germany, even for July. As soon as I got out of the car I pulled on my short shorts in an attempt to adjust them. I was going commando and for the first time I was kinda regretting it. The shorts were even shorter than I'd thought, meaning my meat kept popping out during the entire flight. Thankfully Eric was asleep for most of it, so he didn't see his father and me getting frisky with each other's junk on the plane.
Going up the steps of an unfamiliar building, I braced myself for reintroduction to the German nephew I barely knew. Since Sven was walking behind me with the largest of the suitcases, he told me which door to knock on.
"Hallo," a bubbly blond teen answered the door just seconds later. He was barefoot, wearing a T-shirt and shorts, as well as a large smile on his face. I was surprised: Axel was supposed to be 19, but this kid didn't look a day over 16.
"Tobi! Was machst du denn hier?" my husband spoke to the youth.
"I thought I would surprise you," the kid answered in an English that was accented but nonetheless very good for someone his age. "I'll be spending the week here as well."
"Oh wow, that is a surprise," Sven put down the suitcases at the threshold and then he looked at me and explained, "This is my younger nephew, Tobi. Axel's brother. You've met him before, but of course–"
"You were very little. Yes, hi," I said to Tobi, who reached to shake my hand with all the formality of greeting the American ambassador.
"And this is your cousin, Eric," Sven introduced the teen boys. Eric stepped forward kind of bashfully, but his cousin quickly pulled him in for a friendly hug.
We all made our way into the apartment and shut the door behind us. As soon as we did that, Sven's other nephew appeared.
Unlike his brother, 19-year-old Axel wore nothing but a pair of shorts in the swelteringly hot apartment. (I bit my tongue so as not to criticize the lack of A/C in Europe, something that I won't understand until the day I die.) Axel's shorts looked more like boxers, and they were especially baggy on his skinny frame. It was funny: from Axel's and Tobi's faces, you would think they were Sven's sons; but both teens' bodies were so lanky that they were the polar opposite of their bulky uncle.
Axel greeted us in an English that was worse than his younger brother's. I used the bathroom and then I went to the room we'd be sleeping in to unpack our most necessary items, while the rest of the gang chatted in the living room. After a while, Sven joined me in the room, and now he was shirtless just like his elder nephew.
"So, two nephews for the price of one," I said while taking out our toiletries.
"Yeah, apparently so," my husband chuckled. "Tobi spent a year studying abroad in London a couple of years ago, and he's in love with the city. He just told me he wants to go there for university, so he wanted to come to Berlin while we're here to practice his English with us."
"That's nice," I said, looking out the small window of the room which was open.
"And hey, he's only a few months older than Eric," Sven said while pulling me into a bear hug from behind. "So the two of them can go out together, leaving us to get up to… whatever we want."
With that, my husband pushed my upper body over the ledge of the window and he pulled my shorts down, rimming my ass while I looked down at the passers-by in the street, walking their dogs and heading into restaurants for their lunch break. Just a few minutes later, Sven's dick was up my ass once again, dumping a load inside of me while I enjoyed the view of the German capital.
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Before going out for dinner that evening, it was finally my turn to take a shower after Eric and Sven were done with theirs. I didn't enjoy the narrow, constrictive bathtub-with-a-shower-curtain setup, but I'd lived in worse apartments when I was Axel's age in New York, and at least the water was nice and warm.
After my shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and started to shave. Since I couldn't see my reflection because of how fogged up the mirror was, I opened the bathroom door to let some of the steam out. A few moments after I did that, Axel came into the bathroom.
"Oh, hey," I said, expecting him to pick something up.
"Hi," he smiled, and then surprised me by taking out his dick and pissing into the toilet which was right next to the sink. I knew that generally speaking Germans were much less uptight about stuff like this, but it still struck me as quite a ballsy thing to do.
"I don't know if my uncle told you, but I work at a bar," Axel said while hitting the toilet with a loud stream of piss, which made it hard to focus on his words. "I don't work tonight but I work tomorrow. You should come."
"Oh, cool," I said, fighting the temptation to look down at our nephew's dick… and failing. Just like I'd expected, he was uncircumcised. And he may be skinny, but he sure had one thick tool! Long too, just like his uncle's. "Which bar do you work at?"
"Dom's Bar," Axel replied coolly.
"The… gay leather bar?" I asked. Dom's Bar was right around the corner and one of the most famous venues in gay Berlin. But more importantly: that was where Sven and I met 20 years ago!!
"Yes," Axel answered my question, looking me dead in the eyes with a smirk on his face and piss still streaming out of his big dick.
"Uhh, and how do you like it so far?" I asked, unsure where to go from here.
"Eh, it's better than a job at a supermarket," Axel shrugged, and started to swing his dick up and down, shaking the last drops of piss off. "I know you and Sven met there. He told me today."
"Yes… Yes, we did," I said, looking at Axel's eyes and then glancing back down at his dick. He was still shaking it way more than necessary, and from what I could tell his teen tool looked even thicker now than a few moments ago.
I licked my lips, eyeing the semi-open bathroom door behind Axel's back. I could hear everyone else talking in the rest of the apartment. Here in the bathroom, I felt both trapped and majorly turned on.
"Is this little fucker doing what I think he's doing?" I wondered, looking at Axel as he went from shaking to stroking his dick. He was a little shit-stirrer, just like his uncle! He looked at me and grinned, noting the growing bulge in the front of my towel. Then, he turned around and closed and locked the door.
"Do you like what you see?" he said in his accent which made him sound that much sexier, all the while stroking his cock in front of me to full hardness.
I'd expected a sexy time in Berlin – like always. What I DID NOT expect was for it to begin with Sven's and my very own nephew.
I licked my lips one last time and I did what I do best: get down on my knees. First thing I felt was the faint smell of piss which still lingered on Axel's dick. I took a whiff and then I slowly pulled his foreskin until it was all the way back. Then, I delicately licked my nephew's cockhead, tasting the salty taste of urine mixed with the precum the teen was producing.
I lapped up the teenage prejizz, feeling high thanks to the jet lag and Axel's intoxicating pheromones. Except for the absence of a Prince Albert, the boy's dick was almost identical to my husband's. Big, thick, uncut, and fully smooth-shaved. I slid one hand over his ball sack while my other hand glided over his shaved pubic area. It must've been freshly shaved, probably this morning, since there wasn't even a stubble there. I had nothing against a nice bush, but this made Axel's cock look even bigger, which sure as hell was a turn-on.
Foreskin was always fun to play with, and I enjoyed myself sliding Axel's back and forth. The friction made the teen even hornier and harder, so I started to slide my lips up his shaft, feeling his cockhead sliding up my palate and leaking more precum down my throat.
"Fuck yeah!" Axel let out an affected porn-like grunt. When it came to sex I didn't know if he had a lot of real-life experience or if he took most of his lessons from porn, but as he began to fuck my throat he sure as hell didn't do it like a beginner. Sven's nephew put his hands in my hair and gripped it firmly, going to town and fucking my face until the tip of his cock was hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.
"Yeah, take it!" he commanded, filling my eyes with tears as he fucked my face. I did my best to get my breathing under control, wanting to give this boy the best blowjob he's ever had. My throat relaxed, and Axel's rod prodded deeper down my gullet.
On the other side of the door, I could hear my husband, my son, and Axel's little brother laughing loudly. We were all hungry and ready for dinner, but I was hungry for something else first: teenage cum, straight from the source.
I let go of Axel's ball sack and placed my hands on his butt cheeks, holding on for balance as he started to thrust faster and harder. I moved from a kneeling to a squat position, spreading my legs wide and grabbing hold of my own boner in the towel around my waist. I started pumping up and down, bringing myself incredibly close to an orgasm. By Axel's body language and the way that he fucked my face, I could tell he was close as well. Any second now…
"I cum," he suddenly panted and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I was upset – I wanted to swallow his nut! – but he shot it all over my face instead. Thankfully, there was also a second (and a third, and fourth) blast. I kept my mouth open and my nephew's jizz landed right in it, sliding down my tongue and into my stomach. Then, after marking my mug, Axel reinserted his prick in my mouth and shot out a few more wads.
"Mmmmm!" I moaned and swallowed, blowing my own load all over the bathroom room and Axel's bare feet.
A few moments later, his cumshot finally subsided. I made sure to suck out every last drop of it before ceremoniously taking the dick out of my mouth and pulling its foreskin forward. Then, in the spur of the moment, I went down and licked my own cum from the teen's feet. He wiggled his toes as I did so, and I made sure to run my tongue in between all ten of them.
"That was quite the appetizer," I said with a smile.
"What?" the teen asked, probably unfamiliar with the last word. Meanwhile, he helped me get back up on my feet like a gentleman.
"Nevermind. Let's go have dinner," I patted his back. My nephew tucked his dick away and I re-wrapped my towel so we could leave the bathroom and join the rest of our family.
