After Adrian's return to the table he became more and more quiet and I sensed him snoozing a few times while I talked to two of his less drunken buddies. I was very tempted to follow him and help him to finish "his business" or have a good look at his equipment at least but my alcohol level was still too low and so my inhibitions to hit on that obviously perfectly straight guy far too strong. His beautiful grey eyes were kind of glassy and moist and I wondered what the hell was going on behind this flawless face?! Somehow he managed to stumble to the bathroom and back almost tripping over feet and chairs several times. Soon he wasn't able to articulate a single thought any more and had problems to stay upright on his chair. He seemed to be not as cheerful as I remembered him from the days before at the hospital and was definitely the one who ordered fastest - pint after pint vanished between his well formed lips and Adrian became really mellow. When I arrived at the pub Adrian and "the lads" - a bunch of class A rugby jocks and a few fellow students - already had a few pints each what left me at a slightly superior position in matters of controlling the chat and getting as much information about my "favourite topic" as possible. ! The rest of the afternoon at the hospital was torture - I tried to keep myself as busy as possible to distract me from counting minutes. You can imagine my excitement about going to see this stud and his fellow hunks in a much more relaxed environment - my dick was throbbing with anticipation of all the great views and who knows what else to come. He didn't seem to be very impressed though.Īfter the lunchtime tutorial we had to go to the same ward, which gave me the opportunity to continue our conversation and finally he invited me to meet him and "the lads" at the pub this evening. I told him that I used to play handball in high school and enjoy a match of badminton or squash from time to time and all these nice little details you think might interest a guy like him. not very surprising with his ideal physique. but gradually we got more and more towards a more personal chat and he told me about him being a rugby fanatic and much into almost every kind of sport.
I was hardly able to follow the tutorial and made a total fool of myself when asked about some pretty simple figures in a well known disease - I'm only human!! Things got worse/better when Adrian started to talk to me - typical small talk "Where from Germany are you?", "How do you like it here in Edinburgh?", etc. He walked towards me across the room said "Hey!" smiled and took the seat - leaving me in a state of trance my crotch tingling and swelling and my mind in turmoil! I kept more or less in the background and enjoyed the view trying to keep as many details as possible for my frequent lonely-night encounters with my fife fingered friend until 3 days later my luck got unbelievable good and the only remaining seat when he entered the seminar room (a bit late, as usual) was the one right next to me.
not much hope for my aching heart (and other more prominent parts of my body)!! I had quite a hard time (oh what a pun!) to conceal my unavoidable boner caused by the mere presence of this hotty! He appeared to me as the typical straight guy in his early 20's and his conversations I "overheard" were mainly about rugby, girls, music, drinking and the next exams. During the following days I enjoyed this tingling sensation in my loin every time my eyes got hold of Adrian - in lectures and tutorial, on the wards and at the canteen. I'm a 25 year old German guy with definite interest in my own gender - not that this is any news to you - 6.0 feet tall, 160lbs of athletic slim stature, brown curly hair, greyish blue eyes and much to my own regret still pretty much "in the closet". This remarkable event took place on my second day in Edinburgh where I spent 8 weeks at one of the University hospitals for an elective in my final year of medical studies.