Date: Fri, 7 Jul 2017

From: Moritz <moritz-stories@gmx.de>

Subject: Each End Is Also A New Beginning

- Chapter TWO

  

Hey guys,

 

This is chapter one. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter.

I should also like to thank John (UK) for his help in the preparation of this manuscript.

I would love to hear what you think about it! Please send

me an e-mail at moritz-stories@gmx.de and let me know what you think.

I am a German from Hamburg.

I have translated my work into English but some of the prose needs a finishing touch.

So, if you can spare a few minutes, I would appreciate your advice.

I always need a very good editor for new stories!!! 

 

Hope you enjoy!

Moritz

 

 

Each End Is Also A New Beginning

 

Edited by John (UK)

 

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

 

Dan did not have to wait long for Kevin. As Kevin approached him, Dan got a good view of the young man's figure. He was maybe a little chubby, but that would disappear quickly after two weeks of fitness training and even accelerate the construction of a muscular body.

The proportions of his body were perfect. He had broad shoulders, narrow hips, and strong legs. He estimated that Kevin was about 5'11 or 6'0 tall. His gait was free and natural.

 

The young man glanced at him with a questioning look.

"Kevin, I originally arranged with a friend to have lunch here. Unfortunately, he had to cancel at short notice. I don't like eating lunch alone, so I wanted to invite you to lunch."

"Without conditions?"

"Yes, without any conditions and without any evil motive. I hope you like Thai cuisine."

"I really like almost every food except the dishes with insects and other strange meat dishes (snakes, etc.)."

"Hmm, insects I haven't eaten, but I could imagine trying some."

"For heaven's sake, insects and snakes I'd never eat!"

"I think, if you can look behind the scenes in a food factory, you would despise much more than the traditional Asian or African cuisine. Nowadays, low-quality food is pounded with the aid of the chemical equipment box so that it tastes super delicious, even though it is only garbage."

"Only important for me is it tastes delicious and makes you full."

"Well, at your age I thought the same way. Do you accept my invitation to dinner?"

 

"Actually, I've got the next customer in the toilet in 10 minutes, but I can let him wait a bit and once again build my stamina before I start." Kevin grinned.

Dan looked at the young man with a very serious face and raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, that was just a joke. I don't have any fixed dates in the toilet. It's really nice of you to invite me. I'm dying of hunger."

"Okay, let's go."

While Dan had very quickly decided on a meal, Kevin found it hard to choose. Dan had chosen a very remote table, so he could talk undisturbed with the young man. Dan filled the time until the food was served with harmless small talk. He knew from experience that the problematic subjects were addressed only when one had a full stomach.

Dan was getting the impression that Kevin was a humorous, lifelike and intelligent young man.

Both liked the food very much. Kevin ate quite quickly, like many young men.

 

"Kevin, why are you talking to men on the toilet?"

"Because I have to make money!"

"We all have to make money .... well almost everyone. Okay, I can't stretch my lunch break indefinitely, so I'll get straight to the point. Have you run away from home? "

"No!"

"Hmm, you live with your parents?"

"No more."

"And where do you live then?"

Kevin didn't answer the question immediately. He concentrated even more on his food.

"Why don ´t you live with your parents?"

"My father wanted me to move out. I am now grown up and he is no longer obliged to look after me. "

"Was your mother of the same opinion."

"My mother has no opinion, she does what my father wants."

"You are very hard on your mother."

"I think I know my mother better than you."

"Yes of course."

 

"Kevin, I think there was more happening between your father and you than you want to say. It sometimes helps a little when talking to another person about problems. The easiest way is to talk with strangers. You never see them again, so you can talk to them much more openly."

"In return for the food, you expect me to tell you my messy life story. You said you would not ask for any conditions. Are you a psychiatrist or something like that?"

Dan did not get closer to the remark.

"I guess you're living on the street now without any fixed accommodation."

Kevin began to eat faster.

"You don ´t have to eat fast to get ready as quickly as possible to quickly disappear. If it is unpleasant for you to answer, I will stop it. I just wanted to help you."

"Why do you want to help me?"

"We all need help from time to time in life. You'd be amazed how often I've been helped by people who have been completely unknown to me in the course of my life."

"You're not that old, and you don't look like you're a man who couldn't solve his own problems." Kevin grinned at Dan.

"Oh thank you. The fact is that even I sometimes need help."

"Give me an example."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, tell me how strangers have helped you."


"You're smart, you want to change the subject. Okay, agreed. So you can eat your food in peace. The example is not very spectacular, but it deeply moved me somehow. I was four or five years old. My older brother had to take care of me in an afternoon. His friends and he moved pretty aimlessly through the city and I had to try to keep up with them. The others were much older than me, and they probably felt I was a burden for them. It was a very warm day. They all put their money together and bought each other an ice cream. The money was not enough to buy an ice cream for me too. I had no money at the time. My brother once let me lick his ice, but that was all."

 

"Your brother did not share his ice with you?"

"No. My brother was always hungry. He took care of me and he was a brother in many ways, but when he has to share food, he had a problem with it."

"Doesn't sound like you meant a lot to your brother."

"Well, my brother showed me very much later how much I meant to him, but that is another story. We all have our faults and weaknesses. At that time I probably began to cry, or at least arguing, because I was the only one with no ice. A couple who had also bought an ice cream had noticed everything. The woman gave me 50 cents, so I could also buy an ice cream. The ice vendor, who had also heard my whining, gave me a particularly large ice for the 50 cents. I now had a much larger ice cream than the other guys, which were all much bigger than me. My brother still scolded me because I had accepted something from strangers. Our parents have always forbidden us to accept anything from strangers. At that time, many children were victims of violent crimes. In any case, the couple gave me huge joy with the 50 cents, although they did not know me at all. I could tell you a lot of similar stories."

Kevin was visibly amused at the story Dan had told him and grinned at him.

When Kevin smiled or laughed, he was extremely attractive, Dan thought, expecting a funny or ironic remark from him. The young man had a pleasant charisma. He had wit and charm.

"Well, I could read it from your face, that you have some dirty thoughts. I think you can hardly control a funny comment on it. Am I right. So, tell me what amuses you so much."

 

But Kevin kept his thoughts to himself and only made a gesture that said my mouth is closed.
"Okay, another one. One day I walked through a shopping street and was in a very bad mood. When you are living in a big city, you go through the street and no one takes notice of you. There are hundreds of people around you but you are alone. A young man walked past me. He had recognized my face and noticed my bad mood, he looked directly into my eyes, then smiled at me very friendly and went past me. A very small, friendly gesture that was very important to me at this very moment, but suddenly I thought about the kind young man and not about my worries, and my mood was actually a bit better."

"Was he attractive?"

"He was good looking, but this wasn ´t the point."

 

Dan again expected an amused comment from Kevin, but instead the facial expression of the young man was very serious and he straightened his gaze.

"My father chased me out of the house and said he had no son anymore. Instead of having a faggot as son, he prefers to have no son at all. This happened exactly on my birthday a few days ago. He said I was now old enough to look after myself, and he was no longer legally obliged to look after me. It was a huge shock for me. I have never felt so miserable, as on that day.

 

But now I'm glad I've got it behind me. I knew my father had some kind of badness. He had made my life a hell a long time before. I was always afraid of what was coming next. Now that period of my life is finished. I no longer have to fear my parents. For the first time in my life, I feel free. Even before my classmates, I had always been frightened that they found out of that I'm gay. They have always suspected something, but they had no concrete things that they could pin on me. I've spent the past few years with people who hate me and let me feel it all the time. This is no longer important and has ended. The next few weeks may be hard, but then everything will be better."

Kevin gestured much with his hands when he spoke, some gays who were more feminine and less masculine, do so more often. What does it matter, Kevin was just not a tough guy.

 

Dan was deeply moved. He had often heard of parents violating their children when they find out that they were gay, but if you met such a young person, you are still shocked.

"Have your parents given you money so you can afford a place to stay for the first few weeks?"

"My father gave me money, but this was for a coach ticket. I should buy a ticket and go as far as possible from my hometown. I did this."

"And now you do not have a permanent shelter and you want to earn your subsistence with prostitution?"

"Maybe."

"There are relief organizations that help people like you. To live on the street and earn money with prostitution is a dead end from which it is extremely difficult to get out again and which ends very early for many."

"It's only for a few weeks. Then that will change. Somehow it will go upward again, if you work hard for it you can reach any goal."

 

"I know these phrases well enough. There are many books full of how to become rich and successful. The books sell themselves splendidly but they make only make the book authors money. If their advice doesn't work, then the bad advice is never their fault, it is always the failed one. Those who have not managed to ascend have simply not worked hard enough. So the book author is always right."

"There are many examples of people who have worked themselves out of bad circumstances. Do you deny it?"

"No, I don't want to, but I believe these people do not always tell the whole truth. Some only had luck, others had help and others were ruthless and brutal and lied to others and cheated to get on. Published biographies usually tell only half the truth. They rarely tell the true story. All I want is that you accept help in your present situation."

"I don't want to be dependent on others anymore. I want to do it on my own."

"Good, but not with prostitution. Look for any simple jobs. They may not be well paid and the people you have to work with maybe not treated you well, but they will not ruin your future. Prostitution is a dead end."

"What do you have against prostitution? Just a few minutes ago you accepted my offer."

"I have nothing against prostitution. I even think it is socially necessary. It is good that they exist for many reasons, but you have to be the right guy for it and you have to have an alternative to it.

"How do you know that?"

"Because a friend of mine worked for a few years as a prostitute. Three years ago, he took his own life because he could no longer work as a prostitute, but he completely lost all the hope of a change. He believed he was in a dead end. He felt an inner emptiness, which made it impossible for him to find pleasure in his life."

"Oh I'm sorry."

"And I'm sorry that I did not help him. I really miss him. He was a much better friend than I was aware of before. But that is a long story. Well, your plate is already empty. You can order a dessert. Unfortunately, I have to do without a dessert, I'll be too fat."

"A chocolate cake would be perfect and I would like to know more about your friend."

"Tomas was the exact opposite of me in many ways. I did not understand why he wanted to be a friend of mine. Why would a man like Tomas want to be friends with me? We met during our studies, but not at the university, in a factory. The company employed a lot of students, because they were cheap labor at that time. None of us were hired on a longtime basis. If they needed someone, they called one. On the next day or often even the same day you have to work in the factory a full shift. There were only one or two day jobs.

 

When I met Tomas, I was surprised to find someone like him in a factory. Tomas didn't just look like a model, he even was one. He had already made several TV commercials for local companies. Most of them, however, were never broadcast on national TV, but if at all they were the opening credits in the cinemas of the region or small local TV stations. Tomas told me later that many produced advertising films and also advertising posters later were never shown. They landed in the waste paper basket.

 

Tomas wanted to become rich and famous and the easiest way seemed to him to be the job as a model and actor there. Unfortunately, there were a lot of young men who had the same idea. The competition was much bigger than I imagined. For me Tomas was an exception. Such handsome men for me were rather a rarity, but there were a lot of extremely good looking guys but not in my circle of acquaintances. He never got really big and promising job offers.

 

He was the right size at 6 '1. He was dark blond and looked like a Greek god. His figure was that of a swimmer. He had fantastic blue eyes and was perfectly tanned. He had broad but not too wide shoulders. His upper arms and thighs were strong, his waist and hips were narrow. For me, he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Strangely enough, this Adonis was struggling for my friendship.

 

If Tomas and I had a shift together, then we spent as much time as possible together. After work, we sometimes went out to eat something together or drank a beer. I was something like a nerd at that time. Tomas was the exact opposite. While I tried to live with little money and was focused on my studies, Tomas gave out his money with both hands and was always looking for opportunities to make money. He even drove an expensive sports car. He had bought it used, but the car was most of the time out of order because Tomas had no money for the many repairs.

 

For Tomas the job in the factory was only second choice, more important for him was his model and acting career. One day the factory called him and wanted to know if he could take a shift the next day, they urgently needed someone. Tomas declined, because he wanted to participate in a casting for a top brand. If he had got the job, it would have been a breakthrough for him as a model. For the participation in a casting the models receive no money. But if they don't pay attention to what they sign, the photos will still be used in one form or another without the model receiving a return.

 

Some models are shamelessly exploited. They can't really resist. For this reason, many are withdrawing from the business after one or two photoshoots. Some photographers are using the many inexperienced models who believe the many false promises. Tomas told me a lot about the model business and the many dirty tricks. I was really shocked.

 

Tomas did not get a model contract and he landed on the blacklist in the factory. All students who had rejected job offers landed at the bottom of the list of candidates who were called when they needed a student. So Tomas could not make any money. For me that would not have been a problem, but Tomas was not willing to limit his lifestyle for a short time.

 

He wore, like almost all models, only clothes of the big fashion brands. He had told me that the models get them for free or at a greatly reduced price. They made advertising for these brands. Tomas looked stunning, in his always tightly fitting clothes. Why I was friends with Tomas, I knew, it flattered me and I was keen on Tomas. A bit exaggerated one could say that Tomas was somewhat exhibitionistic and I was voyeuristic. Tomas was extremely sexy and it was a lot of fun to watch him and Tomas was happy to be watched.

 

My lunch break is over, so I'll make it short. Your chocolate cake you have already eaten.

One evening I came home from my shift in the factory. Tomas was waiting for me at the front door when I arrived. I was so happy to see him. He was almost always wearing tight clothes, but this time his t-shirt and jeans were really skin-tight. He was physically in top shape. Every muscle that a man has possessed was defined. He was muscular, but not like a bodybuilder, but more like a swimmer.

 

We went to my apartment and drank a beer together. We talked about working in the factory. I told him that we were back with staff and he would surely get a call again for a work assignment. Tomas did not seem to believe it.

"Dan I need money. You know my lifestyle. I live in the present and not like you in the future. Your life will be started when you finished your study, I don ´t want to wait that long."

"Yes, we are very different in many things," I smiled at him humorously. "I can lend you money, how much do you need?"

"I know I can rely on you, but borrowed money does not help me any further. I already have more debt than I like."

"I can call in the factory and ask if you can take over my shift tomorrow. I have neglected my studies lately anyway. You do my shift and earn the money yourself."

"You're really a good friend, but you don't know if the factory will agree to the swap. We can try it, but I still have something else in mind."

"Okay, tell me."

 "We've known each other for more than a year now. We are good friends and I respect you very much. We've talked about everything except one thing."

 

Tomas paused.


"We're not talking about sex. I think you dare not tell me you're gay. I was aware of that from the start when we met for the first time."

I was shocked. "You knew from the beginning? How so? How did you notice?"

"I recognize how some men look at me. Somehow I have a sixth sense for it. I didn't talk about it, because I felt it would make you embarrassed. I'm not gay and maybe you're afraid that our friendship would end if you told me you are gay. Of course, I've noticed how you deliberately avoid looking at my body, although you have a dark desire to look at my body. Maybe you even have more than once jerk off with fantasies me as a sex object. I do not have a problem with that. I want to make a career as a model or better still as an actor and that belongs practically to the profession. I would hardly have a chance in the business if I couldn't win the sexual imagination of some women and men."

I was speechless.

 

"Well, I could help you fulfill one of your secret desires, and you could help me a bit with my financial problems."

"I hope you don't have in mind what I'm thinking. We're friends and I want to stay so. We should not cross borders."

"Why not? Why restrict yourself. Why follow rules that come from backward people. Nowadays these things are not a problem anymore. You're gay and would like to have sex with me and I am straight and would give you what you wanted for a long time for 100 dollars."

"Tomas that would destroy our friendship."

"Dan, you're making a big deal out of it, as always. You should begin to approach things less morally and more pragmatically."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Really? Then let me convince you."

Tomas stood up directly in front of me.

He pulled of his T-shirt very slowly. It was so tight, however, that he could not take it off quickly. He posed for me shirtless and let me look at his perfect upper body. With one hand he massaged his chest and alternately played with his nipple and the other hand stroked his face and ran through his hair. Whenever he went through his hair, one could admire his perfectly trained upper arm muscles.

His body was breathtaking.

I was a bit surprised at how professionally he took off his T shirt. That was my last clear thought.

When Tomas opened his jeans and pulled his underpants down so far that I could see his pubic hair, I only felt animal pleasure. I'm into pubic hair. With one hand, Tomas now cuddled his pubic hair and let his hand spread more and more down into his underpants.

"Well Dan, don ´t you want to see what's waiting for you in my underpants? Swallow your's pride and forget your bourgeois morality. We both benefit, what can be wrong?"

He turned around and pulled his jeans front and back so far down that I could see half of his butt. His back was as exciting as his front view. His back had the classic V shape. His butt was firm and round like two honey melons. His slow movements and his hands, now massaging his butt, made my resistance disappear.

"Do you want to see more, or should I get dressed again?"

"You won!"

 

"Nobody can resist this magnificent body," joked Tomas. "Well, then I get the main prize."
Tomas turned to me and I could see the base of his shaft. Tomas took my hands and led them to his divine body. I felt his chest and his muscular upper arms. Tomas's body gave off a pleasant smell, which fully satisfied my senses. He always used colognes very discreetly.

How often I had imagined this situation and masturbated. Now it was still happening, although Tomas was not gay. Like many models Tomas body was shaved except his pubic hair. He uses body lotion regular, which made his skin feel like silk.

I slowly pulled off his jeans. I wanted him to wear his underpants a little longer, so I could keep the best to the end. I wanted to concentrate on his perfect legs first. Tomas raised his legs alternately a little, so that he touched the floor with one leg only with the tip of his toes. As a model, he knew exactly how he had to put his trained and perfectly defined body on display.

 

If you want to look at all of the body of a man, then it is best to have him standing. Intimacy and closeness, on the other hand, are best achieved lying in the bed together.
Tomas was willing to fulfill all my wishes. Quietly, almost whispering, he encouraged me to explore and use his body. After I had touched his legs from the front, from the inside, from the side and the back extensively with my hands and with my face, his calves and his thighs, I move my hands between his legs. To my astonishment, Tomas had no erection. Well, he was heterosexual. For him, the situation was far less exciting than for me.

First I groped his genitals covered by his underpants then slowly I pulled down his underpants with both hands. My face was right in front of his genitals. Tomas flaccid dick was smaller than I imagined, but I was not disappointed. He seemed to have guessed my thoughts and said, "I'm a grower. If my dick is really hard, it has a very respectable size you'll see."


The size of his balls was about like my own. His ballsac was rather small. Somehow it all fit very well with the rest of his body. Tomas slowly peeled down his underpants. He first raised one leg and then the other. It was fantastic to see his thighs. I was very anxious to see Tomas member completely erect. Tomas, however, seemed to have a problem with that. Finally, he reached for his penis himself and worked hard. He closed his eyes and seemed to concentrate on something very specific and suddenly shot the blood into his shaft and the penis grew very quickly. In the end, I could admire a big 9" member waiting for me at a 45 degree angle upwards in front of my face. His dick was rock hard.

I worked Tomas splendor and his two balls alternately with my hands and with my mouth. Tomas quiet moans were very exciting. With one hand and with my mouth I worked alternately his penis and his balls, with the other hand I felt his thighs, his buttocks and his abs. I was in heaven. For a while I licked and sucked on his member as if it were a lollipop.

 

While I was giving Tomas a blow job he caressed my head tenderly. He ran his fingers through my hair and softly stroked my face and neck.

It didn't take long and Tomas had his orgasm. Four times shot sperm in almost equal amounts from his shaft. The quantity was quite impressive. It's great to feel the trembling of the body of a man who gets an orgasm while standing.
I continued working on Tomas Organ for some time until he shielded his penis with one hand. He was now hypersensitive in this area and his genitals needed a break. I felt of his muscular legs for a few more minutes and his butt.

 

Then Tomas said, "It's late, I must go home now. I hope you enjoyed it and it was what you wanted.

"It was great. Thank you so much."

 

Since Dan had start telling his story Kevin had touched Dans legs with his legs, now the young stud was so horny, that he felt the thighs of the older guy with his hands. Dan didn ´t say anything about that and continued with his story.

 

"That was nice. Can you give me the money now please?" Tomas said.

This sentence quickly took me back to reality and hit me hard.

"I'll just use the bathroom to clean up and have a pee," Tomas said and disappeared before I got up.

"Well, that was the beginning of a dramatic story that ended after many years with the suicide of my friend Tomas. Unfortunately I can't tell you the full story, because my lunch break is now far exceeded. I'll pay now. We can go then."


"Are you crazy. First you have to tell me the rest of your story and not only the beginning, and second you tell me an erotic story so I am getting a huge erection and then you want me to stand up from the table and leave the restaurant with it. That ´s not fair."

 

„Well you can ´t make me responsible for your erection. I haven ´t touched you the last half an hour, you have touched me." Dan joked.

 

„Very funny. I want to hear the rest of the story, you owe it to me."

 

„Well it is a long story and I have to go now. If you like, you can come with me, and I tell you the rest of the story. To make it clear, this is not a business agreement. I won ´t pay you for your company. But you can have a shower in my apartment while I have to do some important work. Just think about it."

 

„Do you have a photo of Tomas? Is it a real person or just your imagination?"

 

„Of course I have a photo of him and me together. It hangs in my hallway. I'll show it to you, if you follow me."

 

"Hm, okay, I'll go with you. But if your story isn ´t true you are in big trouble."

 

"Fine we can buy some underwear for you in this department store, because it makes no sense to have a shower and then put on your old underwear again. Let ´s go."

 

..... to be continued ....

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Overview of my erotic stories at nifty

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# 1 Dirty Tricks At The Photo Shoot

# 2 Nude Modeling For Money

# 3 The Naked Waiter

# 4 Young Athlete Looking For Sponsorship

# 5 Life Model At Biology Class

# 6 The Triathlete And His Photographer

# 7 The Naked Diver

# 8 The Tricky Birthday Present

# 9 The Pizza Boy

#10 The Young Energy Consultant

#11 The Hidden Camera And Unforseen Consequences

#12 Jerking Off For An Art Project?

#13 The Humiliated and Exposed Artist Model

#14 Each End Is Also A New Beginning

#15 The Nearly Naked Mile -> Cooming soon !!!

 

 

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