A married man explores his homosexual side in the darkrooms and gay bars of Berlin

Kevin Peterson was a happily married man with a family
of two and a wife on nineteen years. Stephanie was his
wife and Jeremy his eighteen year old son, with fifteen
year old Natalie his daughter.

Their family life had been a slightly disrupted over
the last few years. The family originated from
Manchester in the UK but Kevin had been asked by his
bank, to move to Berlin for a substantial increase in
salary some four years ago. He spoke fluent German and,
at the time, his daughter and son were also learning
the language a throw back to some of Kevin’s family on
his mother’s side who hailed from Munich.

When the move was announced, Jeremy was doing well at a
private school in Cheshire and Natalie was just
finishing primary school. After much debate, it was
decided, and agreed by Jeremy, that he move to being a
boarder at his school, staying in Cheshire and Natalie
would move to an international school in Berlin with
the family. Jeremy would then come out to Germany for
holidays, Christmas and New Year.

This worked well and Jeremy rather liked his
independence, positively flowering with the lack of
parental involvement on a day to day basis. The family
had a great life in Berlin, living in an attractive
apartment almost within walking distance on the city
centre. Their circle of friends tended to be part of
the British/German banking community but they were a
close knit group and life was good.

Kevin was a well built man, attractive for his age if
quite staid in his dress. He prided himself in his
shape with a well defined body (courtesy of the bank’s
membership of a local gym) and short dark hair without
a grey one showing despite his thirty-nine years
(thanks to a local hairdresser). He was clean-shaven
with a crisp business-like look and every bit the
successful businessman.

Kevin however had a secret. It had happened
accidentally one evening after having a drink with a
couple of guys from work one. Stephanie and Natalie
were occupied so for once he was in no rush to get home
and for a laugh the three guys had ended up in a
transvestite show in the city. Kevin was fascinated by
the girlyboys who performed onstage and flirted with
the punters. One of the “girls” even sat on his knee
and while singing, had stroked the front of his
trousers unseen by the others, giving him an erection.
He was highly embarrassed and it led to a lot of
thinking in the ensuing days.

It was that event when on his next free night he
stumbled into a known gay bar part way from his office
in the general direction of home. It was still early in
the evening so, apart from the lack of women, it was
not any more intimidating than a regular bar. A younger
guy of around twenty-five spoke to him, sensing his
“virginity.” Karl was quite camp but a good looking
blonde guy who knew the score and loved the idea of
flirting with this heterosexual. That evening Kevin
ended up in Karl’s flat with his suit trousers at his
ankles getting the blow job of a lifetime.

There began a relationship which taught Kevin about gay
sex. Within three months Kevin was fucking Karl and
Karl was even fucking Kevin. He loved his versatility,
being able to take a “female” or “male” role in sex at
the drop of a hat. Karl was well endowed and easily
matched Kevin’s seven and a half inch uncircumcised
cock. Karl had even introduced his “virgin” to some of
his friends and Kevin had made it to small orgies where
he had been fucked by three men on one session. It was
all so seedy and he loved it. What he loved most is
that his sex life with Stephanie had actually improved
as his sex drive had increased so much, in his head it
was a “win-win” situation.

However much Kevin thought his relationship with Karl
was like having a “woman on the side,” Karl just
enjoyed having sex with this “straight” guy once a
week. When Karl started to suggest they start visiting
the gay bars, Kevin was slightly apprehensive should he
be spotted. The makeover had been Karl’s idea and,
after a very camp shopping trip Kevin stood before Karl
on an evening when he had told Stephanie he was
entertaining a business client and might not be back
until the small hours. The person in front of Karl did
not look like someone going to a business meeting.

Starting from the outside in, Karl was wearing a
leather cap, white t-shirt, heavy leather jacket,
leather trousers and boots. Underneath, he had a cock
ring and jock strap (white cotton rather than leather).
To finish the new look, Karl had gummed a small
moustache on to Kevin so he looked like someone out of
a “Tom of Finland” cartoon drawing and stretched a
studded leather wrist band on him too.

“Excellent,” said Karl, looking at his handiwork and
off they went.

Bar one and two were quiet as it was midweek, but the
third bar had a bit of a buzz and Karl was extremely
popular if eye contact was anything to go by. Karl
pointed to a dark entrance in the corner and suggested
he take a walk through it. Kevin did as told and after
some disorientation and apologies, found himself in a
darkroom. This was something new to this poor “near
heterosexual” as hands groped his crotch and his own
hands kept brushing against erect flesh prodding from
all directions.

The evening ended with Kevin’s leathers at his ankles
being blown by two guys at once. He rewarded them with
a face full of pent-up semen.

“Bloody Hell,” he said to Karl and his sidekicks when
he returned breathless to the bar, “I didn’t expect
anything like that in a public place.”

So, as time went by, Karl worked out that Sunday was
the night he went out with “his friends” as Stephanie
had a girl’s night out that night. She was late and he
was later. He rarely stayed over as he usually got what
he wanted before the night was too old. He would walk
around to Karl’s around 8 o’clock, they would share a
glass or two of wine and he would change from his jeans
and jacket into his “costume” and become the leather
queen everyone thought he was. Actually Kevin couldn’t
see the fetish-attraction of leather but it was very
popular with the others in the bar so who was he to
disagree.

They would then all head out and after a few more
drinks Kevin would disappear into the dark. The layout
in the darkroom was quite simple. The entry was up a
smaller corridor had the toilets off to the left but on
continuing into the murk it opened into a larger room.
Around the right hand side were cubicles with half
doors where some semblance of privacy could be had if
you found someone you wanted to keep to yourself.
However each cubicle had a large glory hold cut in the
wall so privacy was definitely not 100%. To the rear
was another room with no door. Inside was pitch black
with just a little ultra violet light finding its way
inside.

This room held about ten or so when full and was fun
for a little group therapy. There was then a few more
door-less cubicles which would take around four or more
then Kevin’s favourite space which was again a larger
area. The wall between it and the main room was sparred
allowing anyone inside to see out but the darkness
within prevented anyone outside from seeing in.

In the middle was a rarely used hammock, presumably for
anyone wanting multiply-fucked though in real terms, it
would have been bloody difficult to lie in it and be
fucked in the dark by strangers. The advantage of this
hammock was to make anyone entering go around the edges
and not walk straight across the room.

If Kevin slunk into the dark corner, he could be
invisible while being able not only to see anyone
coming into the room in the limited light, but also
anyone actually entering down the corridor from the
main bar. That way he could accept or reject any suitor
he wished.

This cosy lifestyle had now been going for almost a
year and had kept Kevin sexually happy as Hell with a
wife for his hetero side and the darkroom for his more
immediate and carnal needs. He had a key to Karl’s flat
so could just go and change when he had had enough
before heading back to his wife.

Jeremy, his son was due to finish boarding school in
the Summer so had decided to take a three week break
over Easter at his parents and the house was buzzing
with both the impending stay and the fact that they
were to discuss his plans for when he went to
university. Kevin was a bit pissed off as he could see
there was a possibility it might interfere with his
Sunday ritual but then again it might not. It was his
son’s visit home after all.

When he arrived on the Monday afternoon he picked him
up at the airport and the hugged as father and son do.
Jeremy had turned into a fine young man, if a bit
“studenty” already. His mass of blonde hair was unruly
and obviously a great deal of time had been spent
making it look like he hadn’t spent a great deal of
time on it. He had loose cotton pants (Chinos in a
earlier era), and a rugby top hanging loose which
showed the top of his Armani shorts when he bent down
to pick up his rucksack. Kevin had to admit, he had
made a good job of this stunning young lad who still
looked every bit a virgin.

After all the pleasantries they drove back to the flat
where Kevin parked in the underground car park and the
whole excitable reunion kissing started again with wife
and daughter. Kevin had to be back at work on Tuesday.
He had taken the day of to meet Jeremy but since he
usually worked from home on Monday (hence the late
Sunday nights), no one really knew.

All that week they bonded as a family, went out for
dinner, and generally caught up. It was when Stephanie
announced that she was still going out on Sunday with
her cronies, that Kevin saw an opportunity to continue
his usual routine, suggesting that it might be good for
the kids to have some quality time alone. Natalie threw
a fit as she said she normally met up with her friends
on Sunday as she was usually alone so Jeremy shrugged
his shoulders and said not to worry as he had some
friends also staying in Berlin for Easter so he would
look them up. Everyone was happy!

Kevin was very happy. Not only had he been denied his
conjugal right with Stephanie (“Ssh the kids might
hear”), but he thought he wasn’t going to get fucked in
the darkroom either and now, he was!! He was horny as
Hell getting ready at Karl’s. Even Karl said he would
have trouble getting his zip up, such was his
troublesome erection. Tonight he was going to make it
last.

After having his first few beers, he stood at the bar
with Karl keeping one eye on the darkroom entrance
watching to see what came or went. It was surprising
over the last ten months, just how many people from his
outside world he had seen in here, mainly from the
bank. Not one had seen past his disguise so he felt
confident in the semi-dark of the bar. Though he hadn’t
seen anyone of particular interest enter he had to get
going and went in hearing Karl’s comments about the
“bitch on heat” echoing in his ears.

It wasn’t too busy, Sunday’s never were but he liked it
as it didn’t get too sticky and hot and he could stay
in control, able to see all the comings and goings from
his corner. A few regulars knew him and within a few
moments he was on his knees sucking one of them, a
fifty year old guy with a cock like an elephant who
rewarded Kevin with a mouthful of cum.

He managed another few gropes and another blow job and
was about to have his half-time break when there was a
change in the atmosphere outside. He looked up and saw
a very pretty little thing between the slats. He
couldn’t quite make him out but he looked almost too
young to be in there. Kevin wasn’t really into twinks
but his heart started pounding as he watched the young
thing fumble round, obviously not used to the layout.
He brushed aside all advances and eventually he could
just make him out standing against the entrance to one
of the cubicles without doors, watching.

Kevin went over to the slatted wall to take a better
look and got the shock of his life when he saw Jeremy,
his son. He pressed back against the wall, his heart
now really thumping.

“Fuck, shit,” he said inwardly, “How the fuck do I get
out of here?”

The thought of why Jeremy was there hadn’t yet hit his
psyche.

Jeremy continued to fight off the advances. He had a
pair of tight jeans on and a figure hugging t-shirt and
canvas jacket. His blonde hair, while not picking up
the ultra violet showed as a dirty cream colour.

Jeremy started moving again and headed to the side of
the room where Kevin was.

“Good,” thought Kevin,” I’ll wait until he’s back in
the bar and then I’ll slink out and head home.”

Jeremy came into the room. Kevin pressed himself
against the wall. He was the only person in the room
and only about six or seven were outside, all having
been rejected by him.

He stood still praying, Jeremy would leave but Jeremy
knew someone was in the room and slowly felt his way
towards him. Kevin was getting hard. He couldn’t
understand why, but perhaps it was just sexual
autopilot. Jeremy was next to him. Kevin stood stock
still until he felt Jeremy’s hand feel his side then
move up his body as if to check him out. His hand then
dropped and moved to Kevin’s crotch where he felt
Kevin’s bulge. He then moved in front of Kevin and his
hand moved to feel Kevin’s face, resting on his
moustache. From the way he felt it, Kevin wondered if
he knew it was a fake but then realised he seemed to
like it. Jeremy reached up and kissed Kevin.

Kevin was shaking but realised Jeremy was not. Jeremy
knew what he was doing as far as sex with strangers was
concerned.

Kevin’s zip came down. He wanted to run but couldn’t.
His trousers were unclipped and dropped leaving him in
his jock strap, his hard cock straining for release. He
heard Jeremy unclip his own trousers and let them drop
and then Jeremy took Kevin’s hand and placed it on a
rigid uncut cock which felt about seven inches long. It
was so very hard but also seemed light in weight. His
balls were hanging loosely below and Kevin cupped them
in his hand. Jeremy dropped to his knees and took
Kevin’s cock in his mouth.

“God he’s good,” thought Kevin as his son’s warm mouth
expertly engulfed his rigid cock up to the pubic hair.
Jeremy was randy and his breathing exposed the fact.
His mouth went under to his father’s hairy balls and he
licked them. Jeremy’s hands lifted Kevin’s t-shirt up
to expose his chest and then he stood up and kissed
Kevin fully and deeply on the mouth. While doing it his
cock slid between Kevin’s legs and he started to
simulate fucking.

Jeremy slipped off his top and put it on the hammock so
that he was now effectively naked and he started to
kiss Kevin all over, his warm saliva leaving traces all
over Kevin’s body. Kevin was gone now he kissed Jeremy
deeply and dropped down to suck his cock. He not only
sucked it, he devoured it. He then bent Jeremy over the
hammock and stuck his tongue deep into his soap
flavoured arsehole.

As he did this the excitement of what he was doing,
having sex with his own son without him knowing, sent a
surge of sexual energy through him.

“Should I fuck him,” or “should he fuck me?” The
thoughts raced through Kevin’s head.

Matters were taken out of his control when Jeremy stood
up and whispered in his ear, “I love leather guys and
I’m going to fuck you right now!”

“Christ,” thought Kevin, my son is going to stick his
big cock inside me.

The management thoughtfully provided little essentials
in each of the cubicles such as condoms, lubricant and
kitchen towel so facilitate such pleasures and Kevin
was shocked at the dominance of his son who whirled him
round and bent him over the hammock. He applied his own
lube, and grabbed a condom, not sure if Jeremy would be
aware of their availability but heard Jeremy stretch a
condom over his cock, obviously from his own pocket.

Jeremy wasted no time and started to slide his cock
into Kevin. In no time he was fucking him like mad,
holding Kevin’s hips as he thrust into him. Kevin held
and stroked his own cock. He looked round to see a
small group of admirers watching. If only they knew. He
noticed one of the spectators was Karl.

Jeremy started to grunt and Kevin braced himself for
him cumming but he withdrew. He pulled the condom off
and pushed Kevin down sticking his cock in his mouth
and firing a copious quantity of thin cum into his
throat. The taste was sweet and Kevin was more than
happy to swallow all of it as his own orgasm sent
spurts on to the darkroom floor.

The audience scattered as the two people fumbled with
clothes and Jeremy stretched up to Kevin’s ear, “Same
time and place next week. I have plans for you.”

He left as Kevin finished and tentatively went to the
bar and noted he had left immediately. Jeremy went over
to Karl and his two friends.

“That was a real prize this week Kevin, eh?” said Karl.
“He was beautiful.”

“He should be,” said Kevin, “it was my son.”

The look on their faces said it all and it took some
telling before he was believed.

“I can’t possibly let him have sex with me next week,”
said Kevin.

The smile on their faces suggested they knew Kevin
better than he knew himself.

He changed at Karl’s apartment and walked the three
miles home, waves of guilt mixed with a strange
excitement washing over him. He has just been
splattered with his own son’s cum. This revelation made
the fact that he had just realised his son was gay,
fall into second place in his mental priority list. He
went through a range of emotions from disgust to
embarrassment to excitement on that walk home.

Entering the flat, Jeremy was sitting on the sofa
watching a movie, his sister already tucked up in bed.

“Have fun with the guys tonight then Dad?” called
Jeremy.

“Fun, what do you mean by that?” snapped Kevin.

“Whoa there, who rattled your cage?” said his son. I
just wondered if you had a good night with your mates.”

“Sorry son, yes I did, and you?”

“Yea, kinda low key but I did all I needed to,” he
said.

In Kevin’s head he heard, “Including fucking your dad
and cumming on his face?”

The next few days were a bit surreal. Every time he
looked at Jeremy, he saw a pretty young man and
remembered his stiff cock in his hand and then he
blushed. Jeremy, of course was oblivious. He went about
whatever he was going about. Kevin wondered if he was
partaking of the many daytime gay delights while he was
at work and felt slightly jealous.

As the weekend approached again he had already made up
his mind he wasn’t going to touch his son again, it was
just not right even to think about it. He argued with
himself that, after all, he hadn’t seduced his son, his
son had seduced him. He, of course completely omitted
in his argument that his son had no idea his father was
giving him the pleasure.

Sunday was a day in haze. Stephanie had already
announced she was going stir crazy and despite the fact
that Jeremy was heading back to the U.K. on the
Tuesday, she was heading out. Natalie, already used to
the Sunday routine, had made her plans.

“So what are you doing tonight Jeremy,” said Kevin.

“Oh my friends from last weekend said they would like a
repeat visit so I thought I would slip round there,” he
replied.

“Oh God, he wants to fuck me again,” thought Kevin.

He knew he was going to go back, and he did!

Karl was waiting and they set off a little earlier as
Kevin couldn’t afford the risk of being identified by
Jeremy. That would be too much to bear. He had been
drinking a little more than usual and felt quite good.
He had a little bottle of poppers which he hoped might
make Jeremy a little less caring and questioning if he
turned up.

The bar was even quieter than usual and the darkroom at
this earlier hour was quiet with just a few regulars
floating around. Kevin dismissed all of them when they
started to make a move on him and he slunk back into
his little corner, terrified that he might be
indentified. When he arrived, Jeremy entered the area
with a entourage of older guys behind him. He was like
a rose among thorns.

Jeremy made straight for Kevin’s little corner and
fumbled his way around in the dark. When he felt
Kevin’s leathers, Kevin was aware he was feeling for
identification in the dark. He felt for the wrist strap
and then his moustache before saying a quiet “Hi.”

“Fancy a private booth? ” He whispered.

“O.K.” said Kevin and followed Jeremy who had taken his
hand.

Once in the dark corner booth, they bolted the door and
Kevin was pleased that there was little light, just the
odd silhouette. Jeremy reached up and kissed Kevin full
on the lips, his tongue searching around in his mouth
and his breath coming in short pants. Kevin reached
down and felt Jeremy’s stiff cock. Jeremy started to
strip what few clothes he was wearing until all he had
on were his trainers. His clothes were hooked behind
the door. Within the limitations of his tight leather
gear, Kevin did likewise. He offered the poppers to
Jeremy and when he inhaled them he was like an
unleashed wild animal.

“Do whatever you want to me,” he said. “Fuck me.”

Standing with his pants at his ankles and his torso
naked, Kevin reached for a condom and the lube
dispenser. Jeremy turned to offer his rear as Kevin
applied the gel. His fingers entered easily and Kevin
realised his son was no virgin. Working with the gel,
he managed three fingers into Jeremy’s arsehole while
he whimpered with the finger fucking he was getting.
Kevin stretched the condom over his cock and started to
enter Jeremy. He enjoyed the way his hole enveloped his
cock as he slid inside his son and, as Jeremy sniffed
the poppers he started a merciless fuck of him.

He held Jeremy’s hips and hammered him. He could hear
knocking at the door. The audience wanted to see but
though Kevin decided this was his moment, Jeremy had
other ideas and unclipped the door allowing it to swing
inwards as he faced outwards. In the dull light, as
Kevin fucked, he could see cocks being offered to
Jeremy’s face and Jeremy readily accepted them, sucking
two guys in turn as his father fucked him. In the dark,
he heard one guy moan and realised he had just cum in
Jeremy’s mouth. Another quickly took his place. Kevin
was in heaven and had to keep slowing to prevent
himself from cumming inside Jeremy. It was difficult to
tell but he figured his son sucked off three guys
before things quietened slightly and he was able to
rebolt the door.

He slid his cock out and Jeremy then deliberately
unbolted the door again and stuck his arse out while
sucking Kevin’s now, unclad cock sniffing at the
poppers as between sucks. It didn’t take long before
Kevin saw Karl standing with his long cock in his hand
sliding it slowly into his son. Jeremy was like a wild
animal. Kevin had never seen such unbridled sexual
passion. One of Karl’s other friends replaced Karl once
it was obvious that Karl had just cum inside Jeremy and
the lad continued to suck Kevin until he was ready to
blast. Kevin stopped him from sucking as Karl’s friend
came in him and Kevin was then once more able to bolt
the door.

He stood Jeremy up and kissed him tasting the cum from
the three earlier guys as he did so. Jeremy was
everywhere at once, sucking Kevin’s cock, then sucking
his nipples, then kissing him, fingering his arse, then
pushing Kevin down to suck his cock. When he came, he
stopped Kevin sucking and held his mouth open. He then
slightly withdrew his cock and fired his load, like a
hosepipe into Kevin’s eager mouth. His son’s cum had a
thin texture and wonderful sweetness that Kevin gulped
down as though it were a rare delicacy, which in many
ways it was!

Jeremy did not forget his partner and surprised Kevin
by standing up immediately after cumming and
whispering, “Can I fuck you?”

“Can you manage?” said Kevin.

“Watch me,” replied his son.

Apart from a slight loss of hardness, his son’s cock
did not drop at all and when Kevin bent over, the hard
piece of meat that went inside him was back to full
power. The cabin walls were shaking with the intensity
of the fucking Jeremy received. Jeremy showed no mercy
as he hammered at Kevin’s hole.

“I’m going to cum,” said Kevin, and that was without
touching his cock.

“No, don’t, please,” pleaded the randy young man,
quickly pulling out and swinging Kevin around.

He engulfed Kevin’s cock with his mouth and with one
hand holding the stem, started to suck, sliding the
foreskin back and sucking the head eagerly. Kevin’s
knees buckled as he emptied a supply on cum that was
more than he thought he could produce. Jeremy gagged at
first and then kept sucking. He was a born cock sucker.
The sound and his groaning as he did so, suggested that
he was bringing himself off at the same time.

Jeremy stood after the sex and cuddled tight up to
Kevin, kissing him on the cheeks and nipples.

“Can I meet you again when I come back in Summer,” he
said in German.

“Yes,” said Kevin.

As they dressed, Jeremy slipped a pre-written piece of
paper into Kevin’s waistcoat pocket, “My e-mail
address,” he said.

Kevin already knew it but thanked him and told him he
would write.

“Want to meet in the bar for a drink?” said Jeremy.

“Can’t really,” said Kevin, “I’m married.

“Oh I see, incognito,” he said in acknowledgement. “Any
family?”

“Em, yes, a daughter and son.”

“Lucky son,” said Jeremy.

He left and Kevin stayed quietly in the darkroom until
Karl came looking form him to let him know the coast
was clear. His knees were weak but he knew, it wouldn’t
be long before six whole weeks of Summer holidays.