We went to Oktoberfest with my friends on the first day it opened. Somehow we managed to get places on the balkony in Augustiner tent. The atmosphere was crazy as always with Bavarian music and all the people dancing on the benches with traditional one-litre beer mug in their hands — maß.
After half a maß I had to go downstairs and make some room for more beer. Being 5’7” I felt like a dwarf squeezing through the crowd of tall German men. Tall fit blond guys with chiselled forearms, tall massive men with dark beards and hairy chests visible from beneath their shirts with few top buttons undone, bulky guys with muscular frames and barrel-like bellies. My cock was getting harder in my trousers everytime I had to squeeze between massive frames.
Suddenly I bumped into a tall massive man in front of me. He didn’t even budge under my weight but still he’d noticed me and turned around. Towering in front of me was standing a massive hunk of a man. Shirtless he was holding two beer mugs in his hands.
The man handed one beer his friend that was standing hearby and hugged me with his free arm. His massive bicep encircled my head pressing my cheek into his ripe sweaty armpit. The music band in the centre of the tent started the usual song calling to drink “Ein Pro-o-osit, ein Pro-o-o-osit der Gemü-ü-ütli-i-ichkeit!”. The big bear hunk hugged me tighter and clinked the mugs with his friends with a loud “Pro-ost!!!”.
He gulped half a mug of beer in a few seconds and looked down at me. He leaned closer to me and yelled “Wie gefällt’s dir hier?!” trying to outvoice the music.
“Sorry… I don’t speak German” I yelled in reaponse, still being hold in a tight hug with my face pressed against the giants hairy pec.
“Vear are you from?!” he asked with a thick German accent.
“England!”
“Haf you like it here?!”
“It’s nice here! Very authentic!”
His wet hair was rubbing against my cheek and my hard cock was squeezed between my body and his firm thigh. I was ready to come every moment.
“I can feel it” he whispered into my ear and looked down at my crotch with a big smile. His hand moved down my back. His large palm covered my whole butt cheek and he squeezed it, making me squeak a bit.
I was scared a bit but also very excited. I had never never had a similae expirience before.
The giant’s midde finger found the way to my hole. He pressed and rubbed on it through the fabric of my shorts. I let out a moan and at the same time my dicklet burst with a few shots.
The big guy chuckled looking at the small stain at my crotch, “Somebody’s got too excited”. He clinked the mugs with his friends that all looked down at me with a smirk. “Prost!” and he gulped the rest of the beer.
He handed me a card with an address and a phone number, “Be there at the midnight, boy”. He slapped my ass and let me go.
Fanfiction Idee fürn Münchner Tatort oder eher oneshot:
Nachdem meine fyp voll mit Polizisten ist die aufm Oktoberfest Stimmung auf der Hackerbrücke machen, stell ich mir da natürlich Franz, Ivo und auch Carlo vor.
Ich seh da Franz schon voll genervt da sitzen während Ivo sich irgendwen aufreißt mit dem er Discofox tanzen kann. Und Carlo mach DJ mit den Klassiker 'Ohne dich' oder 'Angst vor der Liebe'
Und irgendwann lässt sich Franz von Ivo doch noch zu einem Tanz verführen und dann findet er es garnicht so schlecht.
Me Cindy Cross crossdressing - this weekend visiting the Oktoberfest - in my new Dirndl - vintage pink, pink ribbon and aubergine apron - and my golden high heel strap sandals. Just loved it.