alcohol and the rush of blood forced to my head from my racing heart. Some distant but present part of me found this undeniably arousing and I was struggling to come to terms with that.

His hand closed around mine and began slowly moving it up and down the length of his shaft. I silently consented and he left me to it.

I carefully began pleasuring him as I would myself, my fingers wrapped tightly around his foreskin, moving my hand steadily up and down and hoping he was finding it pleasurable.

Franz breathed deeply and sat back, seemingly enjoying it.

I recall thinking this is a lot more difficult than it looks.

I'd instructed girls in the proper way to pleasure me manually on several occasions, guided their movements in such a way as to insure the utmost pleasure for myself. Finding myself now in a position where I had to give pleasure to another man was, however, a different matter altogether. As uncomfortable as my position was, Franz was my mentor and I had wanted to please him.

After some time he stopped me and told me to have another drink. He pressed the glass into my hand and took over where I had left off, steadily stroking himself. Feeling somewhat affronted, I emptied the contents of my glass in one go, praying the liquid courage would hit me soon.

Franz finished off his drink as well and poured me and himself a new one before settling back into the corner of the sofa. His hand was resting between his legs again, idly running his fingertips along the length of his cock, all the while looking at me but not saying a word. His erection had subsided a bit and so had mine. For a second I wondered if he had noticed I'd been aroused too, then realised I didn't really care if he had.

"You ever had a girl play with you like that, Gustav?" Franz asked, a little smile gracing his handsome face.

The sexual tension returned again in a heartbeat, only this time I didn't feel as uncomfortable.

I found it was actually pleasant…..arousing.

The last shot of schnapps had gone straight to my head and was doing its work brilliantly.

I merely smiled and lowered my gaze in reply.

"I'll bet you have," he purred, his eyes studying me… analysing me.

"And? How was it?" he coaxed, genially.

"Did you like it?"

I could feel his eyes on me, challenging me to meet his gaze.

Summoning up my strength, I met his glance and held it.

I felt a sudden lurch of desire as I realised how attractive Franz was. It was not entirely dissimilar to the feeling of falling for a girl, I remember thinking with amazement.

"The best is when a beautiful girl takes you with her mouth," Franz continued as if talking to himself, lost in his own thoughts.

His eyes held mine firmly, as if he were trying to see through to my soul.

He'd resumed absent-mindedly running his fingertips up and down the length of his cock, which was now fully engorged and an angry shade of purple.

His words were audibly breathy now.

"Have you ever had a girl suck your