Hans and Klaus had been straight as fence posts their whole lives. Both twenty-eight, both from small towns outside Innsbruck, both with girlfriends back home who sent them off on this weekend hike with packed lunches and warnings about the weather. They’d known each other since army service, two ordinary Austrian lads who liked beer, football, and pussy. Nothing more.
The rain hit hard on the second day. By the time they reached the empty mountain hut they were soaked through, boots heavy with mud. The place was basic—one room, a wood stove, two bunks, a table. They stripped off their wet clothes down to underwear and hung everything by the stove. Klaus was built thick, chest hair dark and wet, thick legs from years of skiing. Hans was leaner, blond, with a tight ass that showed when he bent to add wood to the fire.
“Fuck, that’s cold,” Klaus muttered, rubbing his arms. His briefs were clinging, outlining the heavy bulge of his cock and balls.
They drank the schnapps they’d carried. One shot, then another. Talk turned to the usual—girls, the last time they got laid, how their girlfriends sucked cock. After the third shot Klaus laughed and said, “Ever wonder what it’d be like with a guy? Just to try?”
Hans stared at him. “You serious?”
Klaus shrugged, but his face was flushed. “We’re alone. No one would know. Just hands. Maybe more.”
Hans’s cock twitched in his briefs. He was straight, had never touched another man, but the idea landed hot and heavy. “Fuck it. Show me your dick then.”
Klaus shoved his briefs down. His cock was thick, half-hard already, uncut, the head pink and shiny. Heavy balls hung low. Hans stared, then pulled his own briefs off. His cock was longer, thinner, already stiffening fast.
They stood there naked, two straight Austrian guys looking at each other’s cocks. Klaus reached first, wrapped a rough hand around Hans’s shaft and stroked. “Feels weird. Good weird.”
Hans groaned and grabbed Klaus’s cock in return. They jerked each other slow at first, then faster, breathing hard. Precum leaked from both heads, making the strokes slick. Klaus’s grip was firm, thumb rubbing over the slit. Hans’s balls tightened.
“Shit, I’m gonna come if you keep that up,” Hans warned.
Klaus dropped to his knees without another word. He opened his mouth and took Hans’s cock in. The wet heat was shocking. Klaus sucked like he’d been thinking about it for years—messy, eager, gagging a little when it hit the back of his throat. Hans grabbed his hair and fucked his mouth in short thrusts, watching his straight mate slobber on his dick.
“Fuck, Klaus. Suck it harder. Yeah, like that.”
Klaus pulled off, spit dripping down his chin. “My turn. Suck mine.”
Hans went down. Klaus’s cock tasted salty, the foreskin sliding under his tongue. He sucked the head, then took more, choking when it pressed deep. Klaus held his head and pumped his hips, using Hans’s mouth like a cunt. Both men were rock hard, breathing ragged.
They moved to the bottom bunk. Klaus pushed Hans onto his back and climbed over him in a sixty-nine. They sucked each other at the same time, sloppy and loud, balls slapping faces. Hans spread Klaus’s ass cheeks and stared at the tight pink hole between them. On impulse he licked it. Klaus jerked and moaned around his cock.
“Again,” Klaus growled.
Hans licked harder, tongue pushing at the hole. Klaus did the same to him, both straight guys eating ass for the first time, groaning into each other’s cracks. The room smelled like sweat and precum and wood smoke.
Klaus pulled away first. “I want to fuck you.”
Hans’s cock throbbed at the words. He rolled onto his stomach, ass up. Klaus spat on his hole, worked two thick fingers in, then lined up his cock. The push was slow and brutal. Hans grunted as the thick head stretched him open. It burned, then turned into a deep, filthy fullness when Klaus sank all the way in.
“Fuck, your ass is tight,” Klaus said, voice rough. He started thrusting, balls slapping Hans’s taint. Skin smacked skin. Hans pushed back, taking every inch like he’d been waiting for it. Klaus fucked him harder, one hand gripping Hans’s hip, the other reaching under to jerk his cock.
“Harder,” Hans demanded. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
Klaus pounded him, the bunk creaking. Sweat dripped onto Hans’s back. When Klaus pulled out, Hans flipped over and spread his legs. Klaus shoved back in, now face to face, cocks and balls rubbing together with every thrust. They kissed—messy, teeth clashing, tongues fighting. Two straight guys making out while one bred the other’s ass.
Hans came first, shooting thick ropes across his own stomach without touching himself. His hole clenched around Klaus’s cock. Klaus groaned, buried deep, and unloaded, pumping cum into Hans’s guts in heavy pulses. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, cum leaking out around Klaus’s still-hard dick.
They didn’t talk much after. Just cleaned up with a towel, drank more schnapps, and lay there naked. Before morning they did it again—Hans on top this time, riding Klaus’s cock slow and deep until both came a second time.
By the time the rain stopped they were just two Austrian guys again, pulling on dry clothes. But the way they looked at each other had changed. They both knew they’d be back in the mountains soon.
