A letter from Chris
Dear David: I saw your e-mail address in Naked Magazine and thought you might like to correspond. I am a 40 years old, slim muscular man. I swim and run for fun and am a medical doctor by profession.
I have just returned from being in Germany for a week in order to write a manuscript that I have been trying to complete for six months.
I have a small cluster of relatives that live in Germany. Before I left, I wrote to my aunt, whom I intended to visit. Her grandson wrote back immediately and indicated that he was interested in meeting me. He hoped to go to medical school in the States and eagerly wanted to make contact with his American doctor relative. I gave him directions and told him to drop by any time since there is no telephone in the cabin.
When I arrived in Germany, I rented a car and happily found a beautiful secluded cabin in a snow-covered forest-peaceful and just right for the task ahead of me. Naturally, my first step was to strip my clothes off and feel the warm heat of the furnace flow around my chest and cock.
Around 4 pm the first day, when jet-lag was a problem, I lay down and quickly fell asleep. I awakened to find a very good-looking 18-year-old lad standing in the doorway staring at me as I lay nude on the soft comforter. He wore a lamb-skin coat and blue jeans, and had dark hair and blue eyes. He stood about 5'9", and was broad in the chest and slim in the waist. In a strong German accent, he asked, "Excuse me, I am disturbing you, Cousin Christopher?"
Having never met the lad before, I was pleased with his good looks and his comfortable manner. The warmth of his look over my body left me at ease in my nudity. I told him welcome, and explained that I had drifted off. He only smiled, asking if I were cold. I told him that indeed my plan was to relax all week and that clothes were a burden to me; whereupon he seemed to become just a bit quieter. Taking the lead, I told him I wanted him to be comfortable here, and there were two choices: I could dress, or he could remove his clothes. I said it would be silly for us to remain as we were. I suggested he strip and relax and get to know his American cousin.
His smile returned and Werner removed his coat, his shirt, and t-shirt, to reveal a muscled and moderately hairy chest with a fur-covered stomach. His jeans peeled off to reveal very small underpants. These slipped down to unveil a thick uncut dick with very large balls that were clearly shaved. His dick was partly erect, which stirred me, but I did not want to be too assertive, and so I welcomed him with a brotherly hug. I let our dicks gracefully touch as I embraced him strongly and patted his back.
We sat on the couch together and talked long without overtly sexual allusions. We covered many topics: family history, medicine in Germany and the States, and life for homosexual men in the two cultures. Erotic undertones were always accompanied by our natural tendency to touch our own cocks, rub our own hands across our chests, stroke our legs. Watching him do this to himself and feeling myself caress my own body was a relaxed and beautiful nude experience. Werner's half-hard dick-big and thick, but still with the foreskin covering his cock-head-was the sign I needed to know we were bonded.
Indeed we made love, indeed we spent most of the week together, indeed we rarely put our clothes on. We enjoyed many a relaxed talk in the nude-the best ambience for sincere and easy conversation.
I finished my manuscript without any hassle; I was relaxed with Werner beside me nude and free, and the ideas flowed effortlessly. I worked in the early mornings, then would awaken him with a blowjob. He'd never enjoyed morning fun before; only rushed sex at night.
We walked extensively through the woods (clothed of course, since it was cold), but always returned to the warmth and ease of nudity for the rest of the day.
I hope you enjoyed my story, and I look forward to hearing from you.
Chris.