He called himself Frank . He was on a business trip in Hamburg, he told me , and was glad to be able to escape his everyday life as a father and husband , at least for a few hours in this way. We sat in the gay bar at the bar and talked about God and the world. He was sympathetic to me and I read in his eyes that my appearance did not seem to be entirely unpleasant to him . He called the landlord and ordered two beers . I felt a strong pressure on my bladder . There were in the meantime already have the three previously drunk arrived and signaled to me that for another probably no more room would be with them. I nodded to Frank friendly. "I 'll be right back , must go to make room . " He smiled. I felt a covetous eye pair on my rump rest , as I went towards the toilet.
The pub was only moderately attended. It was still early in the evening. In a few hours you would open the way to the toilet can no longer cope without having to touch a number of men standing around the labia , which for the guests generally not a problem and was by many as wanted. They came closer , smiled at himself . Hustler , free and just for a free adventure seekers came together the way and then relatively quickly even with each other.The toilet had a special feature a rear exit , which led to a walled , unrepentant from the outside courtyard. There was a tool shed and storage rooms for the usual pubs utensil. The dark corners and niches offered in a unique way for a quickie and were filled at peak times also busy with life. Someone again the sign had ignored when the inclined guest politely pointed out , but please close the door. It was rather cold in the hallway and I shivered in my thin shirt. Also untenrum I wore a short thong, its contours and black color became apparent erotic under the bright tight jeans. I pulled the door vigorously and stood a moment later in the toilet bowl . It was high time . Facilitated in two ways , I zipped up my Hosenlatzes back up.