to my friend, I thought as I listened to his portrayals of an oversexed youth so similar to myself, and I could effortlessly picture the scenarios he laid out for me.

He then probed me about my own adventures, asking me whether the girls at the conservatory were as sex mad as he'd known them to be during his own studies. I blushed slightly at the bluntness of his question. It instantly summoned back images of my own hours with those very girls and I felt a stirring in my stomach. I uttered a hushed reply that I did not know.

"Ah, you are a dark horse, Gustav!" he replied with a broad smile. I was struck by an intense look of tenderness in his eyes I'd never seen before. Not knowing what to say, I simply smiled back and had another drink, which he did as well.

It all happened so suddenly I barely had time to react.

His drink still in his right hand, his free left hand fell to his crotch and he began rubbing himself as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

It was only then that I became aware of his aroused state, of the clear outline of his erection straining against the material of his trousers. I felt a sort of subdued awe at his shamelessness regarding his arousal, and I felt my own body swiftly responding in turn.

It was unreal. My cock automatically stiffened in response to the anticipation of sex.

Fuelled by a mix of curiosity, lust and intoxication, Franz grew bolder.

"Come here."

He said it softly, but the tone of his voice rather urged more than asked me to comply.

I was confused and flustered, my pulse quickening. I couldn't believe this was really happening. It was more like a strange dream in which the dreamer knows he is dreaming. Feeling hot and uncomfortable I obediently moved closer to my friend, averting his gaze.

There was a moment of silence. Franz nipped at his drink and set it down on the table. Then, taking mine from my hands, he set it down next to his.

Our eyes met briefly.

"Touch me," he said, lowering his gaze to indicate where he meant (as though it were necessary).

His voice was quite calm.

Not believing I had understood him correctly, my puzzled expression must have betrayed my bewilderment.

"Christ, Gustav, don't be so uptight," he countered, slightly impatient.

He sounded a bit tipsy but was still his lucid self.

His eyes fell on mine, a slight grin adorning his face as he slowly undid his trousers, freeing up his rigid erection.

"Here. Touch me," he repeated.

Hesitantly I reached out my hand and brought it to his proud erection. It was incredibly hard. And hot.

It responded immediately to my touch.

It was the first time I had touched another man's cock. Strange sensation though it was, it was not at all repulsive to me.

I heard his breath escape his throat in a quiet moan of pleasure. Though my focus was fixed on what I was holding in my hand, I could feel his eyes upon me.

My mind was spinning slightly now from the