Tristan could feel Damon’s pelvis pressing into his butt cheeks, his hands gripping his hips, holding him tight against him, his thighs holding him ...n place. He was impaled in a way he could have never imagined possible, his muscles easing around Damon just enough to send hard, fiery arcs of agonizing pleasure straight to his whole body.“Are you okay?” Damon asked in a strained voice above him. Damon had never known such intense pleasure. Fuck! He wished he could feel Tristan without any. My name is Jacob, I'm 28 years old and I just moved to Berlin with my girlfriend Jessica. We decided to rent a flat in the fourth floor of a nice old house in "Prenzlauer Berg" a really nice quarter with a lot of young people who are either students or are already working. Opposite of our house lives another friendly couple, called David and Stephanie who we see occasionally when we come home from work always with a nice greeting. Before I forget it, I want to describe Jess and me so that. He never deviated from his set schedule. And now I saw how this was going to end.The night before I left for Boston, as I laid in bed, the Monster, and the Voice didn’t war with each other. Instead they seemed to spur me on. Each in their own way, the Monster with strategy, and planning, the Voice with my reasons for going. For the first time in my life, I felt centered. I had read many eastern philosophers, and finally understood what they meant when they said if you know yourself, and your. .. I just sat there on the edge of my bed while he arranged the silverware. The TV was on, but my eyes were on his ass... He looked over his shoulder at me briefly and I quickly looked away. Not quick enough, I guess. I saw him smile to himself.With my dinner laid out he stood and turned. His glance went over to the bedside table and I realised he must have seen the big dildo sitting there... He came over with the tab for me to sign. I calculated the tip while he waited. He stood close to me.