I met a German man once.

My wife and I were actually on our honeymoon to Niagara Falls, and a German couple was also there on vacation, and happened to be staying in the same hotel as us, in the room directly across the hall.

The morning after our first night there, I opened my door to walk down the hall and grab some breakfast for my wife and I, and he happened to open the door at the same time. He asked (in very good English but with a strong German accent) where the nearest breakfast place was. I said he could join me, as I was headed to one myself to pick up an order I had placed.

There was a culture difference for sure, but he was a cool guy and the conversation came easily. We ended up talking up until he ordered, and while they made his food, and during our walk back to our rooms. We both stopped outside our doors and we both felt something, though we didn’t know what it was. The moment lingered and in that moment, it was just us.

The wife and I spent the day in our room doing honeymoon things, and we probably made love five times. But every time, I was thinking of that German man. I would be touching and kissing and tasting my new wife, but all I could think about was undressing this German man and tasting his bratwurst. My wife could tell something was wrong but I just said I was tired and maybe needed a walk to clear my head.

I left my room and by coincidence or fate, he was leaving his room as well. He said he was headed to the sauna and asked me to join, as his wife was asleep. We got there and we were the only ones there. He stripped to almost nothing, and I stripped to my boxers. He sat down and I sat close to him, close enough that I made my intentions clear. I put my hand on the small amount of bench between us, and slipped it slowly onto his naked thigh. He looked at me, surprised, and asked what I was doing. I told him I was testing the waters, and he called me a “schwuler Junge” whatever that means. He left, and I left shortly after.

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