Chapter 2: Caleb’s Passionate Night

Caleb stepped out of the sleek black taxi onto the cobblestone streets of Berlin, the crisp autumn air nipping at his skin through his fitted leather jacket. At 26, with his tousled dark hair, sharp green eyes, and a jawline that could cut glass, Caleb turned heads wherever he went. His body was a testament to disciplined workouts—broad chest straining against his shirt, powerful arms, and legs that spoke of strength and endurance. The business trip had been grueling: endless meetings in glass-walled conference rooms overlooking the Spree River, negotiating deals for his tech firm. But now, with the contracts signed and a free evening before his flight back tomorrow, Caleb was ready to unwind. Germany had always held a certain allure for him, a mix of history, culture, and that undercurrent of liberated sensuality that pulsed through cities like Berlin.

He checked into his upscale hotel in Mitte, the lobby a blend of modern minimalism and old-world charm with crystal chandeliers and marble floors. His suite was on the top floor, expansive with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the Brandenburg Gate illuminated against the night sky. Caleb tossed his suitcase onto the king-sized bed, the soft white linens inviting after days of corporate stiffness. He stripped off his clothes methodically—first the jacket, then unbuttoning his crisp white shirt to reveal his toned torso, dusted with a light trail of dark hair leading down from his pecs to his navel. His pants followed, sliding down muscular thighs, leaving him in just his black boxer briefs that hugged his ample bulge. Finally, those came off too, his semi-hard cock springing free, already thickening at the thought of release. At 8 inches even when soft, it hung heavy between his legs, uncut with a foreskin that begged to be peeled back, balls full and pendulous after a week of celibacy.