There is a blanket agreement in this story for the main characters to 'comply' with all requests and actions between them. Does that mean that everything will be discussed in advance? What fun would that be?!
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This will be my first time visiting Germany. Gabe and I just spent a week in Paris; and it was amazing. We've been boyfriends for two years now, enjoying ourselves, each other, and life in general. After meeting online, we agreed to be open if we stayed together - and we did.
"I know. But my job needs me, too, Troy. Take a few days and get to Germany. Look up this guy I've been chatting with. His name is Hans. He's hot for an American to hook up with. Send me pictures. Love you." And off he went.
This trip to Germany is nice. I am taking the train because it relaxes me completely. Hans is excited to meet me; and he should be at the platform waiting when we pull into the station in Stuttgart. We have each others head shots, so it should go smoothly.
"Please watch the platform as you exit; and enjoy your stay with us." Not a good beginning - there's no one on the station platform except a married couple with kids, and me.
"Hier druben! Over here!" That's better, I recognize Hans as he's speed walking to meet me. Better still, our greeting includes a hug! "It is good to see you, Troy. Come. I have a car waiting." I wonder if Gabe knows more about Hans than he told me. For starters, his car is a Porsche Panamera GTS - not very fuel efficient, but hey - what ride! Stay with me. Hans and I are going to have a whirlwind time over the next 24 hours. You might say it will be the ride of my life!
"Does Gabe know you drive a Panamera, Hans?"
"Nein. I was hoping not to scare him away. Sometimes money can be intimidating. Are you comfortable, Troy?" I'm only here for 24 hours...better get started.
"With you? Absolutely! Oh...the car! Yeah...it's a real beauty." That produced a smile. Hans is a blond-haired blue-eyed six foot tall hunk of a man. For reference, I am five eleven, dark haired, and about twenty pounds past his weight. We are sharing some good talk on the way to his place. He isn't wasting time either - the talk is mostly about our bodies, relationships, preferences, turn ons and turn offs. Gabe must have primed him for my stay. "What did Gabe tell you about me?"
"That you are looking forward to being fucked by some German cock as much as I am interested in being with my first American." Well that's straightforward. We're pulling off the main road onto some sort of estate driveway.
"This is my home. As my guest, you may ask anything of me, and I will comply. I only ask the same of you. Do you agree?" Maybe I should say no.
"Sure, I agree."
Part 2 -
What a house! Mansion. Estate. Whatever you call it, it's got everything. We did the tour - Bauhaus style elegance to the max. There's a pool, a sauna, a hot tub...and a game room. No. Not that kind.
"This is my game room, Troy. Let's get naked, and I'll demonstrate the equipment for you...for us." There's 22 hours left for my visit here. No time to waste!
"What's that for, Hans?" It looks like a mini shower pan just big enough for one - but it's in the middle of the room, no walls around it and only a hose attached to a short pipe about two feet high.
"Good that you ask. The rest can wait. This is where the fun starts with my 'guests'. I am pleased that you are curious about it." He and I are disrobing; and I can clearly see that he is very pleased indeed - There's a rigid eight inch rod standing at attention between his hairless legs. In fact, his entire body is hairless - no pubes...no pit hair, just smoothness everywhere. I'm starting to feel like a barbarian sporting a full bush, lush pit hair, and hairy legs and arms. Heck, even my ass crack is hairy. Gabe has no complaints!
"Step in." Hans is wheeling over a small tray table brimming with all kinds of clippers, scissors, razors, soaps, body lotions, and there's towels on the bottom rack. I get it. This is a shaving station. "I like my guests to be smooth."
"Uh...I don't know, Hans. Gabe and I..."
"But this is Hans and Troy for another twenty two hours! We agreed to comply with each other." He's right. Let's see if some reasoning will work.
"Okay, but tell me why you do this. Is it something your countrymen enjoy? Do you all shave down?" He's laughing. I'm blushing.
"You are too cute, Troy." Hans has me in a bear hug. My six and a half inch cock is starting to rise, despite it being just a tad concerned with this shaving thing.
"No. Not all. In fact, most like their hairy parts. But they also find it a real turn-on once we get started. As for me, I like the look of smooth male skin. I like turning a hairy man into a shaved boy, all ripe and ready for my taking. Men only, mind you. No one under twenty one gets to play in this room with me!" Okay. That's better.
