Traditional dancers in Lederhosen twirled through the streets, their bells jingling in time with the brass bands. Zu mir!” A short bespectacled young man, hardly 18, turned and came up running. Gay sex I cracked the top carefully and dipped a strip of rye toast into the yolk. As soon as I finished with the egg and the sandwiches, the waiter returned with a selection of fresh bread—crusty Brötchen and a soft pretzel, both warm from the oven. I found myself being mercilessly fucked by Maxie in my room, after an innocent bathroom visit “before I go home,” he said, turned into what would become one of my craziest experiences as close to a rape as they come. … The foreplay started slow—he brushed my hand, then my knee, his touch light but sure, and I felt the warmth of him even through my jeans. “Sharpshooting is perhaps best left to those with steadier hands and more practice.”The evening led us into one of the legendary Oktoberfest beer tents.
