The Club DT Collection: Gay Storys

By Dee Dee

1) In his arms

Sebastian feels lonely. For some time now he has been harbouring a desire for change, and he knows: he would have the opportunity to take his life in new, exciting directions. But is it really worth the risk? Then he receives a surprising text message whose content makes his heart beat faster. And when he is later approached by this unbelievably attractive man in his favourite club, he senses that this evening is the night of decision ...

 

2) Yes or no

Julian is a nice, friendly guy. Boring, he thinks so himself. No wonder the men he fancies are not interested in him. Men who know exactly what they want - and take it. But then, by chance, he meets Sascha, who seems to be exactly the man he has always been looking for.

 

3) Heart beats mind

Lars is new in Berlin - and for the first time he has found real friends in his flatmates Marc and Sven. When the two of them drag him to a trendy bar, he is not enthusiastic at first. But then he meets Andy. And he is completely different from the guys he usually goes for. He definitely doesn't have a dream body, but strangely Lars isn't bothered by that. He feels attracted to the other boy and can also imagine more with him. However, there are also Marc and Sven who look down on Andy. How will Lars decide - for his friends or for the boy who has quietly crept into his heart?

 

4) Mister DT

Theme party at Club DT! The search is on for "Mister DT" - Mike can hardly wait to attend this event. It's going to be a party! Of course, he has to go without his friend again, because Sören, fifteen years older than him, doesn't think much of such superficial things. Mike is annoyed by this. In the meantime he realises more and more often how boring Sören is. Do they still fit together at all?

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Aug 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9783755449393

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In his arms

Prologue

I sit on a bench in the park and watch a young couple who are just passing me. Arm in arm. A short kiss, an exuberant laugh ... the two seem so much in love that it involuntarily brings a smile to my lips. But at the same time it makes me think. And a little sad.

For some time now, I have felt a strange emptiness deep inside me, as if there was only a black hole where my heart should be. I feel lonely and wonder if my life is still on the right track. So much is missing. Things that used to mean something to me have become secondary. Everything seems static somehow, nothing is in motion anymore. I was never one of those guys looking for the big adventure. But that doesn't mean I like what's happening in my life at the moment. Everyday life has crept in ... Can it go on like this? Or do I have to change something to become happy again? There is one possibility, yes. A possibility I've been thinking about for a few days now. It's been keeping me awake and on my mind. If I were to take it, everything would change, right away. And I'll be honest - the idea scares me more than a little. Of course, it's also an opportunity. A new life would begin for me, but what would be the price? And am I willing to pay it?

I glance at my watch and am a little startled when I realise that I have been sitting here in the park for over an hour. I still have some shopping to do for my upcoming birthday party.

I get up and am about to leave when a text message reaches me. I open it quickly, skim the text and frown. It takes me a moment to really understand the content of the message, then I shake my head in disbelief.

Excitement grips me.

1.

The guy who has been looking over the counter at me all the time is a few years older than me and wears perfectly fitting suit trousers. The matching jacket is casually thrown over his shoulder, the top buttons of his slim-fitting shirt are undone, the sleeves are rolled up. He is holding a bottle of Budweiser in his hand. He takes a sip from it, stands up - and comes straight towards me.

I try not to stare at him too obviously, but I don't seem to be able to. There's something about this guy that attracts me. First I do the BBB check - beard, glasses, belly. He doesn't have any of that. Good. Not that I have anything against overweight people, people with glasses or beards. It's not like that. But when it comes to sex, it's simply out of the question for me.

And sex is exactly what I want tonight, as it always is when I'm in DT. And I'm not alone in that.

The club is quite popular with both Berliners and tourists. It doesn't matter if you're bi or gay - if you're looking for a quick and uncomplicated number with a man and don't act completely stupid or misbehave, you're guaranteed to find what you're looking for here.

At first glance, the club makes a rather harmless impression. There is a bar and lots of seating, some of which are small alcoves. Everything is furnished in a lounge style, modern with cosy lighting. Good music, cool drinks. Here you get to know each other, have a drink, look around ... As soon as you feel like more, you reach the heart of the club via a narrow spiral staircase.

To where the real action takes place.

Surely there will be men who are looking for more than a one-night stand here. Regular meetings, friendship, love ... I have nothing to do with that. Of course I have friends, mates, but they only play a role outside these clubs. And love? Well, to be honest, I can't do much with that word. But if there really is such a thing as love, I'm sure you won't find it in a club like this.

The guy reaches me and I swallow. He is tall and slim, but without looking gaunt. His angular face seems carved in stone, his dark hair cropped short at the sides. Already I feel a telltale throbbing in my loins. Suited guys like him are the ones I go for, always have. They radiate something that excites me. Power, superiority ... In their presence I feel small and worthless in my blue jeans and simple T-shirt, and that's exactly what turns me on. I like it when guys know what they want and simply dispose of me and my body. They take what they need. Taking out their frustrations on and in me. No talking, no feelings, just fast, hard action. Sex without start-up time, as it is often called in our circles.

Now that the guy is standing right in front of me, I immediately feel the desire to kneel down in front of him. To unzip his trousers, take out his cock and ...

I'm sure I won't hear a single word out of his mouth. He's the kind of guy where looks are enough. He will probably take a deep draught from his bottle, then nod at me and head for the stairs. I will follow him without a word and wait to see what he will do to me downstairs.

Just thinking about it makes me feel hot and I begin to shift restlessly back and forth on the bar stool. I lower my head, my gaze falls on his crotch. A considerable bulge is visible under the fabric of his trousers. I want to reach out and ...

Hello, I'm Frank.

I blink. A little surprised, I take my eyes off the part of his body that interests me most and look up. I am surprised that he simply introduces himself. After all, that's not quite the norm here. Most people are just looking for one thing here. They drink their beer up here, look for someone suitable, sit down next to him, approach him a bit and then at most ask: Well, Bock? But usually not even that. Glances are enough here. That's how I know it, and it's just fine with me. I'm not here to talk. I need the quick hard number, the thrill. Dirty sex without any exchange except that of bodily fluids.

I look up at him now and get the next surprise when I see that he is smiling. Not one of those crooked wide pick-up smiles, but an open, warm-hearted smile. And then those eyes ... Never before have I seen such interesting eyes. They are blue, but no, that's not quite it. The outer rings of the iris actually glow a clear ice blue, but around the pupils they go from a deep green to a reddish brown.

Fascinating, I think, and am surprised to realise that it is actually his eyes that captivate me. Normally, I never pay attention to my counterpart's eyes; on the contrary, I tend to avoid direct eye contact.

I swallow. I ... um ... hi, I finally reply, stammering. My name is Lukas. The name isn't right, of course. I never give my real name when I'm here or in other clubs. Too personal. But mostly no one asks anyway.

Lukas ... He seems to let my name literally melt on his tongue before he points to my almost empty Coke glass and asks me if I want another drink.

It may sound strange, but somehow I don't know how to answer. I clear my throat. Shouldn't we go straight downstairs? I ask hesitantly.

What's your hurry? He smiles again and pulls up a bar stool. After sitting down next to me, he drinks from his Budweiser and holds the bottle out to me. I hesitate for a moment, but then take the bottle and drink a sip too. The beer runs pleasantly down my dry throat.

Frank turns to me, looks at me, examines me. There is a glint in his eyes that I don't know how to interpret, and I find it difficult to withstand his gaze.

At some point he lifts a hand and strokes my cheek with his finger. Gently, almost tenderly. The next surprise. I wouldn't have thought of him like that. And somehow I don't know what to make of it. Such gestures are actually too intimate, too close, tenderness is not my cup of tea. To be honest, I don't really know what that's like.

I knew early on that I was gay. I was never really interested in girls. I did go on a few dates, mainly to keep up appearances, but none of that was for me. It also took me a long time to have my first real experiences with boys and men. That was probably because I didn't come out. My conservative parents were not supposed to know, nor were my classmates and other people around me. I'm sure it had a lot to do with the fact that I grew up in a village, where the clocks still tick differently, and normal things are unusual there and unfortunately not always welcome. In the meantime, I'm twenty-nine and no longer have a problem with it, especially since I've been living in Berlin for over five years, and here everyone can be who they want to be. Nevertheless, my gayness continues to take place only in secret: Sex cinemas, gay saunas, dark rooms - that's my world. No dating, no relationships, preferably never sex twice with the same man. That's how I am, that's how I like it, I can't imagine anything else.

Frank's finger wanders under my chin, lifts it. Once again I look him straight in the eye, his gaze draws me magically. I am still holding the bottle of Budweiser tightly as Frank now leans towards me. The distinctive scent of his aftershave rises to my nose, beguiling my senses even more than they already are, and as his face slowly approaches mine, I hold my breath. Normally, this would have been the end for me. Kissing is simply not my cup of tea. A short deep French kiss before the fuck, okay, but nothing more. But somehow everything is suddenly different, and I don't even know what it's really about. There's something about Frank that fascinates me and makes me eagerly wait to see what happens next.

I close my eyes and finally his slightly rough lips touch my mouth, which I already open expectantly because I can guess that he immediately wants to push his tongue down my throat. But once again he surprises me, because that's exactly what he doesn't do. Instead, he begins to kiss me very gently, to play with my lips ... and when his tongue finally enters my mouth, it is also not rough and demanding, but tender, almost careful.

A pleasant shiver runs down my spine. My stomach begins to tingle, a deep moan escapes from my chest. My trousers become tight, but it's not the kind of horniness I usually feel. Not for the first time this evening, I realise that it is different with Frank than with other men.

His tongue now explores mine while he embraces my face with both hands. At first I just let it happen, then I return his kiss.