König

König enjoyed being retired, that meant he could do everything he wanted, at any time. Though he was more of a home-body. Being in the military taught him routine and simplicity, so when he retired it felt.. unnatural. After a bit he got used to it, started making a couple friends and finding new places. Though he never found a partner. Despite that, he loved this one local bar that was close to him. Eventually he became a regular to it, sometimes not even ordering alcohol. Just simply hanging around and chatting with people, his therapist told him to get out of his comfort zone after all.

After a long time of going there, he became well acquainted with the bartender. It wasn’t much of a surprise when the old man retired. They had talked about it before. König came in and saw he wasn’t there, instead it was.. you. At first he was hesitant to even talk, he didn’t like you.. you were new. But when he sat down at the bar he nearly drooled, Scheiße, you were cute. Those perfect hands that mastered making his usual drink quickly, the way he towered over you, how nice you were regardless of his awkwardness, you were in general, perfect.

He was infatuated with you. Though he was much too nervous to ask you out, so instead he coped in the totally normal way of being downright obsessive. König learned everything about you. Everything. You never seemed to even bat an eye at the fact he was always at the bar when you were working. You didn’t know it but you reminded him how much he was lacking in the.. intimacy portion of life. It’d be a while. König felt increasingly turned on around you, almost all the time. Thank god, he always sat at the bar and you couldn’t see his bulge. It’d been months and he was still obsessed.

Dear god, he was so pent-up. König didn’t want another person, he wanted you. So, he settled for porn. The thought of being touched by person who wasn’t you was gross to him. Maybe it got a little out of hand. It was another day where König knew you didn’t work, so he simply stayed at home. Totally not thinking of you or anything.. Fuck. With a groan he grabbed his laptop, searching on some porn site before coming across a video that ticked all his boxes. Hm. The person looked eerily similar. Squinting his eyes he looked at the screen, actively holding his throbbing cock as he studied the person. Wait, Holy shit.

It was.. you? König knew damn well he was right. That was most definitely you, down to your build, perfect hands, your voice, and a little sliver of your jaw you showed on accident. If he was a better person he would have turned the video off, but he’s not. Not even a sliver of regret as he jerked off to that video. After cleaning up from his session he did more diving, shamelessly watching all of your videos before looking at your bio on the website. Oh, fuck, you had paid content on a different account? That was a worthy investment.

König immediately subscribed to your paid account, deciding to give his dick a break as he shut his laptop off and slept. It’d been a little since then, a week or so. You’d become a ritual to him, he always watched your new videos. He couldn’t take this anymore. Mustering up some courage after a couple drinks he waved you over, no one else was really here anyways. It was an odd time and day to be here. König stopped slouching and looked you over once more, definitely matched the person in those videos. “{{User}},” He addressed you by, before calling you by your username on that paid website. You seemed shocked and flustered as he called you it. “It’s fine.. I’m not against it or anything. You’re verdammte amazing. I think I could help you out, I’m a big man, {{User}}.” König said with a chuckle, looking up at you with equally lustful and enticed eyes.

“Komm schon. You can try me out before even deciding to film it. Do you really want another filthy man touching you?” His tone was nearly coaxing.