An American In Berlin

        It had been a whole month already. Today was the one month anniversary of my moving in with Iain.

It was mid-July, mom was back home in the Maryland suburbs of DC, and I was living with twenty year old Iain MacGregor in his apartment on Oranienburgerstrasse near the Ku-damm in Berlin. I was queer as hell and proud of it in the most open city on earth. I was in love with Iain who was just the most beautiful man in the world. My head was still swimming at how fast my life had changed since I met him - and how completely.

I still couldn't believe it. The logistics of it and the reality of it. Me, an American, meeting a Scotsman in the capital city of re-united Germany. Me turning out gay.

Only, I did meet him and I was in bed with him that first night, fucking his ass, sucking his cock, and wanting more. Two days later we were again in bed and he was doing the honours. The scales just slid off my eyes and I was seeing myself clearly for the first time in my nineteen years.

It took some real convincing for mom to accept that her baby boy was grown-up and had tastes she hadn't expected. It took a lot more convincing for her to agree to give Iain and me the summer to learn if what we felt was lust or love. But she'd finally handed me my return ticket, cried, kissed me, and got on her plane back to the States - leaving me where I wanted to be.

A whole month of Iain and I still couldn't get enough of him. In bed or exploring the twisting little streets of gay Berlin. I knew every inch of my lover. How long his dick was and how thick around - even how long his foreskin was. I chuckled to myself whenever I thought about that - I'd never seen an uncut guy until I saw Iain naked; and, now, I couldn't get enough of that extra skin.

I knew him but I didn't. He'd told me he was a model but I never saw a bunch of his photos around the apartment. I sort of figured he wasn't all that egotistical and let it go at that.

I threw the covers back and sat up in bed. And stretched. Iain had already left for downtown to discuss a new modelling assignment and I had the apartment to myself for the morning. Sitting on the edge of the bed naked, I tried to decide if I should take a shower or grab a breakfast of cereal and juice. My stomach growled and I figured my decision had been made for me.

Moments later, I walked into the living room with a glass of oj in one hand and a bowl of some weird concoction I couldn't pronounce but was beginning to get used to. I looked around with a proprietary glance for the first time - accepting that I finally belonged here. There was the television but I didn't know enough German to follow a program. There was a Bose sound system I already knew was awesome. I saw the video tape player then.

I was kind of bored. I had all morning of just hanging around the apartment - alone. I hadn't been alone this much since I moved in with Iain. And I was kind of curious. We hadn't watched one video this past month. Not one. And I was beginning to think that was sort of strange. Mom sure had a lot of home movie stuff with me in a starring role. She also had an extensive collection of musicals.

I wondered what kind of movies Iain watched. I figured I might learn something about him other than he had almost eight inches of cock that was a little more than five inches around, real tight abs, and the cutest freckles. And that I couldn't get enough of him. I put the bowl of cereal and juice on the coffee table and returned to the entertainment system.

I couldn't read any of the vid titles Iain had; like everything else around, they were in German too. I picked one and plopped it in the player before heading back to the couch and my breakfast.

I knew it was a porn vid before I had my bare ass planted on the cushion. This blond hunk lying on a bed motioned the camera toward him and he was wearing nothing but the smile on his face. I sat forward and grabbed the glass of oj, my cock getting interested in the show beginning to start in front of me. His pole had Iain's beat by at least three inches; I wondered how anybody could take that monster.

The hunk's playmate took his monster in his hand as I brought the bowl of cereal to my face. My meat was hard as hell and demanding attention. The hunk stroked his pole a couple of times, sliding his foreskin over the widest looking head I could imagine.

His playmate's body came into view as the new guy moved to straddle the hunk. He didn't even hesitate as that monster impaled him. The camera moved around to the playmate's front, zeroing in on his hard cock and moving up over tight abs and wide chest to capture the look of complete rapture on Iain's face.

The bowl of cereal slipped from my hands and hit the floor as I stared at the screen. It was Iain sitting on that dick of death. My lover was happily beating his meat as he began to ride the hunk to glory. I was in shock.

* * *

I was staring at the blank TV screen, the vid played out, when Iain sat down beside me. I realised he was there when his fingers touched my shoulder and began to move to my neck.

"So, you know now, do you?" he asked, his voice soft and hesitant.

I turned to look into the blue eyes searching mine. "You get fucked in front of-" I turned back to the screen and pointed, suddenly incapable of more words.

"It's my job, Jody. Besides, most of these lads are good mates of mine - the ones with Global Entertainment here in Berlin are." He sighed and stood, still watching me, though now his eyes were hooded. "Is this going to make a difference between us?"

I stared at Iain MacGregor for the longest time, my thoughts like a kaleidoscope. I knew where my bags were and my return ticket to Dulles in the US of A. I also knew I didn't want to go back to mom. My home was here with Iain, no matter what he did for a living. Those were the only two things I really understood; everything else was just going to have to work itself out.

I rose and took a step toward him. His face was still blank but his hands reached for me. "You'd better really be in love with me!" I groaned as he pulled me to him.

"I am," he mumbled against my ear. "Do you love me enough to trust me, Jody?" His fingers worked their way between us and found my cock as his lips found mine. It didn't take long before I was hard as a rock.

Iain broke our kiss and smiled for the first time. "I like what I've found, love. Care to join me in bed?" I smiled back and nodded. "It's your turn to shag me, you know?"

He was unbuttoned and unzipped by the time we reached the bed. He slipped his shoes off while I pulled his shirt over his head. We both worked his jeans and boxers down his legs. While he pulled them over his feet I got condoms and lube from the night table.

My Scotsman took the condom from me and wasted no time in tearing the packet open and rolled the latex over my cock.

"Want me to lube and stretch you some?" I asked as he lay back and hoisted his legs in invitation. "It's been a couple of weeks since you had me in you."

"I want you now, love," he chuckled, reaching with both hands between his legs for me. "Just take it slow putting it in."

I crawled across the bed and got beneath him, guiding my cock to his arsehole. Situated, I leaned into him, hiking his butt for my entry. "Kiss me, mate," he demanded. I leaned further into him and pressed my lips against his, his hole opening up for my cock as our tongues began to duel.

His butt melted around my slab of meat like butter as I pushed into him. His arsemuscles clenched on me as my pubes rubbed the bottom of his ball sack. His hands found my arsecheeks and pulled me harder against him. "I want it hard and fast this time, Jody," he announced as he broke our kiss.

He got what he'd asked for. It fit my mood too. I fucked Iain the way he wanted me to, I pounded the pornstar with everything I had in me.

Quickly, I was gulping air, my chest heaving, and leaned against the back of Iain's thighs, my cock still buried deep in his ass. Creamy smooth butt-muscles still spasmed against my meat. Soft, gentle fingers spread across my back, holding me to him. I lifted my head from his chest to look down at him smiling up at me.

"I don't think I'll ever get enough of your butt," I told him.

"You seem to fancy a Scottish prick in your bum," he chuckled, his fingers sliding quickly down my spine to my arsecheeks and beginning to knead them.

I ground my hips slowly under his manipulation, pushing my still hard cock in and out of his hole. "Yeah, that's real good."

"Shag me again, Jody," Iain moaned and his fingers grabbed my ass hard and pulled me all the way back into him. "That feels so fucking good!" he groaned as I slowly began to work his lovechute to keep my cock hard in it.

* * *

I lay propped up on the pillows on my side of our bed feeling more than just sated. In four weeks, I'd come to love Iain MacGregor. Really love him - the hearts and flowers thing even - the kind of shit I hadn't thought possible when Mom put her and me on that Lufthansa flight to Berlin five weeks ago. Within forty-eight hours, I'd met Iain, fucked him, and accepted I was gay while he fucked me. The five weeks in between, including the four weeks I'd lived with him, had just cemented how I felt about him, about us; they had also confirmed me as mostly a bottom. Iain's lover.

Only, I still didn't know what to make of my lover letting hot studs hump his ass. His doing it so the whole fucking world could see it. And all of them seeming to enjoy the hell out of it. I didn't know how I felt about that. Or what it said about us. Especially that. I couldn't bear it if I was just a momentary fling between orgies with those studs in the vids.

Iain was propped up on the pillows beside me. I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his soft thick pole, pulling the skin off the helmet. I wasn't acting on a rush of lust; I just wanted to touch him - to feel him grow hard and know it was me doing it for him. Because I couldn't get enough of him. And I didn't want him ever getting enough of me.

"They want me to do another bloody picture, Jody."

I'd got to where my lips were just touching his exposed helmet; I hadn't even opened my mouth to take him in. He hadn't got hard. "Yeah?" I asked carefully, turning to look up at him.

"I told them I needed to talk to you, love."

"So, you were going to get around to telling me about this job of yours?"

His face flamed slightly with embarrassment. "Yeah. It's not something that's easy to chat about, you know? The money's good, but people think you're nothing but dick and arse. I was getting around to it."

I waited; I knew he was holding something back. "There's even a role for you, if you want it - a big one," he said finally. "It could make you a bloody star."

"Me?"

"You, love."

I stared at him, his dick and me sucking it forgotten. Ego was taking over like a hurricane and I wasn't thinking anything except making money. Very easy money.

Well - that and the fact I'd be right there with Iain when those hunks got their things out of their trousers. "When are they shooting this thing?"

"Next week."

"What would I have to do?" I asked, throwing caution to the wind.

He sighed. "They've already got Paulik, Kys, Strauss, Ridgestone, and Valko lined up for it."

"Who're they?"

"They're the biggest studs in Europe."

"They've all got big dicks?"

He chuckled. "Paulik and Strauss are versatile and Kys and I are bottoms," he answered. "Ridgestone and Valko are tops - they've got really large equipment, mate. Global's going for three more lads with the heaviest equipment they can find."

I glanced down my front at my cock trying to pretend it was bigger than its six inches. "Do they know what I've got?" I asked doubtfully.

"It doesn't matter, Jody. You're everybody's fucking bottom in this picture. We all shag you, including me."

"Oh." I reached down with my free hand to feel my hole. The moment my finger touched my pucker, an itch flared deep in my ass. I looked over at Iain's cock and grinned. "I think I need to get in some stretching exercises - you available to start loosening me up for this?"

* * *

"You're this nineteen year old American nerdy virgin visiting his German cousin," Iain read to me from the script synopsis as we waited at the busstop. "You're doing a European summer between secondary school and college." He grinned over at me. "I'm your cousin and show you around central Europe." He chuckled. "And you quickly learn I'm a real slut."

"Of course, I've got Alexander Strauss down my throat before the train is even out of Berlin-"

"Train? Why're we on a train?"

"Bloody hell if I know." He quickly skimmed through several pages. "Looks like we take on Strauss and five more guys on the train before we get to Prague. You get the other four there."

"Shit!" I groaned. "I'm going to be sore as hell."

"We both are, mate." He grinned back at me as we started down the steps to the platform. "It's the price we pay for making a decent living."

Iain sat beside me in the nearly empty bus. He opened the synopsis again and took up briefing me where he'd left off. "You walk in on us in the compartment you and I share as Strauss dives into my arse. After that beefed-up German blows his load over my arse and leaves, you come back in and I talk you into stripping. Needless to say, we're quickly 69-ing with me fingering your bum.

You shoot and I swing around to plug you. Paulik walks by, sees us, comes in, and you have him down your throat. After I've shot all over your arse, you take him in your bum. After that, you're as big a slut as your German cousin is."

I glanced from Iain to the floor to the swinging handstraps of the bus. I liked to get fucked. It just made my day. But Iain MacGregor had shown he knew how to fill me up as good as I ever imagined wanting to be. His eight incher fit my butt to a tee. Now, I was looking at taking eight more of the things over a couple of days - big ones - starting next Monday. I wondered how I'd got my ass into this.

I spent the week before the shoot running hot and cold. Global Entertainment was going to pay me damned good money to do something I enjoyed doing for free now that I had Iain and knew what life was really all about. I might be gay but I sure didn't need any of my friends back home in Maryland seeing my naked ass with one dick after another filling it up.

Or mom. She was the kind of mother who wanted to know everything about her baby - even if it wasn't something he wanted her knowing about. Shit! She'd be the first to buy the vid if anybody ever told her. I sure as shit didn't want my mom seeing me with it all hanging out and taking it at both ends. She'd had a full-grown cow when she learnt I had a boyfriend. She'd probably try birthing an elephant if she ever saw me up close and personal in a vid. Besides, I'd like her to think I was bigger than I was.

I'd signed up for this thing while ego, the itch up my butt, and keeping Iain mine combined to make putty of my brains. I sure didn't want my lover riding dick all over central Europe for the couple of days it'd take to shoot this thing - he might find one he liked better than mine. Every guy in this upcoming fuckfest was serious stud material.

Only, now, I was faced with tomorrow I was going to be naked as a jaybird and riding those cocks too - all over Europe.

* * *

"Iain, I don't know if I can go through with this," I groaned as we entered the apartment. He quietly shut the door while I collapsed on the couch.

"What's up, love?" he asked coming to stand before me. I didn't look up.

"I don't think I want everybody fucking me. I don't want everybody seeing me taking it up the ass-"

"Butterflies?" His hand found my shoulder and its fingers began to knead a tight bunch of muscles there.

"A whole nest-ful of the mothers," I admitted, "all in my stomach."

"Is it the idea of doing it with the lads or is it making the picture?"

I studied him while I forced myself to consider his question. I really got into Iain fucking me and it didn't take a stretch of my imagination to understand that my ass and any dick could do the same thing for me. If I was comfortable with the guy sliding his cock into me, the cameras weren't even going to be a thought - no more than the fuck would be. "I think it's the idea of having these guys do me and I don't even know them," I told him and wished I was making sense.

Iain kissed my cheek and turned my face to his. He smiled as he rubbed the tip of my nose with his. "These lads may be randy wankers but they're gents - everyone of them is. I can't imagine a nicer group of mates. They're fun with their clothes on - a bit naughty at times, but fun. The kind of lads you want to relax with." His lips moved across my cheek to my ear.

"Do you remember the picture you were watching - the one that started this?" I nodded. "Did you notice that we were enjoying ourselves?"

"Enjoying yourselves?"

"Yeah. They're fun guys, love. Lads you just relax with. That carries over to the picture. Paulik just lets go with that little boy grin of his and you know you're going to have a good time. You forget the cameras and get into having fun with your mates."

I gazed into his eyes and felt myself surrendering all over again. "Just don't forget me while you're having all this fun," I mumbled.

"Jody, I don't mind an orgy were it to happen - if you let it happen," he said as he took me into his arms. "It'd be a bit of fun. You know - variety and all that. But I want to know it's you who's going to be holding me and making love to me all the time."

His fingers began to unbutton my shirt. His lips descended along my neck onto my chest, heading for the nearest nipple. "I just want you tonight, Iain," I mumbled as I began to stroke his hair. "I want you fucking me," I told him, forcing myself to relax and accepting what I was going to do tomorrow. "I'll be all right - so long as I know I've got you right there beside me."

His fingers spread my shirt open across my abdomen, his lips finding first one and then the other of my nipples. He loosened my belt and unbuttoned the waist of my jeans. He looked up at me and grinned as his cheek pressed against my chest and his fingers pulled down my zipper.

I smiled back and nodded, hiking my ass up off the couch as his hands began to slip both jeans and boxers over my arseglobes. The cloth bunched at my knees and his fingers were travelling across the tops of my thighs toward my hard tool. Iain's face moved back up my chest. I pulled him to me, my lips opening as his reached mine. "I love you," I breathed against their softness before his tongue could find mine.

We were making love. It wasn't just the quick gropes followed immediately by sex that had been our format since I first met the twenty year old Scotsman. We'd got horny fast and often the past five weeks but now our lead-up to sex was different.

Way different. We kissed. We touched just to feel each other's body. We were making love to each other. Slow, touchy-feely love. The kind of shit those slow, soapy songs are about. And it felt as good as those songwriters try to make it sound.

He licked my adam's apple while his fingers stroked my flanks. He nipped at my buds but spent time licking and sucking them while his fingers massaged my shoulders and arms. His tongue dug into my arm pits while his fingers tweaked my nips. I was climbing out of my skin before he even got to my belly button and I was so hard I was sure I'd gained another inch of dick.

I jerked. I writhed. I bucked. The couch became my torture rack as much as it was my bed of pleasure. I tried to escape Iain's fingers and tongue and I couldn't get enough of them. I lay on the couch gasping and groaning for release after the Scotsman had kept me just at the point I needed to blow for thirty of the longest, most pleasurable minutes of my nineteen years. With him finally arrived within range, I didn't know which I wanted more - his throat muscles massaging my cockhead or his tool massaging my button.

He decided that by rolling a condom down his pole. I grinned. Yeah, I could go along with that.

The tip of Iain's tongue stopped as it reached my pubes. After a moment's hesitation it began to skirt left along the top of the pubic triangle until it reached my leg joint. I bent my right leg above him and my foot settled firmly on his back. His fingers pushed my cock from his tongue's path and his mouth dove for my balls.

I cried out when that hot slippery eel encircled my eggs. I groaned as it pulled first one and then the other into his mouth. I shuddered as he seemed to try to swallow them and moaned like a whore as his first finger shot through my flexing, hungry sphincter and plunged home.

He stretched me as he sucked my balls. First one finger, then two, and finally three buried themselves up to the palm. My cock leaked precome like a faucet as his fingers massaged my prostate and his throat sucked and squeezed my balls. I rolled the rubber down his dickshaft.

"Can I put it in now, Jody?" he asked from between my legs after he spit out the omelette he'd made of my eggs. Runny yolk was close to spraying everywhere, all he had to do was touch me in the right place. Iain placed his cock in my puckered crevice.

I just stared up at him - ready, willing, and able.

"Can I?" he asked again, waiting patiently for confirmation.

"Damn it, put it in me!" I yelled impatiently.

He smiled down at me and slowly pushed his hips forward. I groaned and pushed my ass onto him to speed things up.

His cockhead massaged my joy button as it passed over it, then his shaft, and I was right back to the edge. My fingers gripped his arsecheeks, pulling him all the way into me. I ground my butt against him, his pubes tickling the bottom of my balls and his balls spread across my cheeks.

Iain's body pressed against the back of my thighs, my knees were buried in my pits, my ankles were crossed behind his neck. He kissed me and his hips began their ballet on my hiked butt. My cock rode my Scotsman's tight abs.

In and out. I thrust my butt up when he fell into me. I erupted as he ploughed me and stayed hard, my balls still tight against my shaft in anticipation of my second release. I lost track of everything but our union and wanted it never to end.

He broke our kiss and pushed off my legs to sit on his knees beneath me. My ankles were still behind his neck, his thick pole buried in my ass. "You feel good," he told me as he smiled down at me.

"Don't quit now," I groaned, flexing my arsemuscles on his dick. "I want to feel you come inside me."

"That's what you're getting all night long, mate," he answered and began to hump me with long, gentle strokes. I grabbed my slong and began to pump it in time with his slow, easy thrusts into me.

I smiled. A lot of guys out there would watch one of my Scotsman's vids and dream of having his cock or ass. I had both in reality - and a whole lot more. I had all of Iain MacGregor in the flesh.

* * *

He watched as I made sure the door was locked the next morning. "Are you okay about this, Jody?"

"You're going to be nearby when these guys fuck my ass?" He nodded. "And you aren't going to be doing them except on camera?"

"Not on the carriage," he answered slowly. "But we'll probably be invited to party with everybody once we're in Prague."

"Do you want that?"

"Only if you do. These lads are fun but you're love, Jody." He shrugged. "I want to love you for a very long time."

I smiled as I pulled his face to mine. "We're going to have fun, Iain - lots of it. But I'm going to love you the rest of my life."