#3025: Tyrol, Austria
Original photo: @chiaralikiart
Finn reluctantly joins his friends on a trip to a Renaissance fair near Tyrol, hoping only to enjoy the scenery. But when a charming stranger named Hugo steals more than just a kiss, Finn is swept into an unexpected, intoxicating encounter—one that turns the fair into a memory he’ll never forget.
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Finn hadn’t really wanted to go. His friends—lovers of all things magical and nostalgic—had heard about the Renaissance fair from a friend of a friend, and insisted they all attend together to avoid the awkwardness of dressing up alone. Finn, always the shy one, someone who preferred not to draw attention to himself, finally gave in after enough persuasion and agreed to be part of the outing.
Tyrol, nestled closer to the Alps than his hometown, offered the peaceful mountain views he longed for. All he really wanted was a quiet day in nature, but that wasn’t in the group’s plans. Costumes were mandatory, and the fairgrounds awaited deep in the forest. While his friends dressed as knights, princesses, and mages, Finn chose the most inconspicuous option: peasant. Not because he particularly wanted to play the part, but because it promised the least attention.
Upon entering the fair, the crowds and noise overwhelmed him more than expected. He tried to stay close to his group, but they quickly scattered to explore. Faced with unappealing options like oversized turkey legs and medieval trinkets, Finn wandered aimlessly, mildly envious of how dedicated everyone else seemed to be. Their enthusiasm was genuine, even admirable.
That was when it happened. A light touch grazed his back.
He turned quickly, catching only the glimpse of a black cape vanishing into the crowd.
It wasn’t until he reached a drink stall and reached for his wallet that panic surged. It was gone. He patted his pockets and scanned the ground, the brief touch suddenly making chilling sense. He had been robbed. Anger surged—at the thief, at himself for being careless, at the whole idea of coming to the fair in the first place.
Then he saw it again: the same black cape. He marched straight toward the tall figure, grabbed his elbow, and spun him around. The man wore a smirk that only infuriated Finn more. Without evidence, Finn accused him—and the man, unfazed, casually produced the missing wallet, holding it just out of reach.
Instead of returning it, he made a bold proposition. The price? A kiss.
Finn froze. Heat flooded his cheeks. He hadn't expected that. The man introduced himself—Hugo—and didn't bother to hide behind a character name. Finn hesitated, thinking it had to be a joke. But when he agreed, Hugo leaned in and kissed him.
The kiss was firm, confident. Hugo’s tongue parted Finn’s lips, catching him off-guard. Around them, cheers and laughter erupted, but Finn heard nothing but the pulse pounding in his ears. It felt unexpectedly good—better than it should have. When Hugo finally pulled away, he didn’t gloat or tease. He offered a gentle smile and left space for Finn to walk away if he wanted to.
But Finn didn’t want to.
Hugo returned the wallet and offered to show him around. Still processing what had just happened, Finn agreed. As they wandered the fairgrounds, Hugo shared stories about previous events, his self-made character, and the joy of immersing himself in fantasy. When Finn asked, half-playfully, if he was the first man Hugo had ever stolen a kiss from, Hugo said yes. Whether true or not, it made Finn feel something warm and unfamiliar.
As the day faded into evening, Finn realized he wasn’t ready for it to end. Something about Hugo’s charm, his spontaneity, and the strange intimacy between them left him wanting more. Hugo invited him back to his house near the mountains, and Finn accepted without hesitation.
After letting his friends know, they left together. Watching Hugo drive in full costume felt surreal, but it also made everything feel more vivid, more dreamlike. Once inside Hugo’s home, the mood shifted. Their bodies gravitated to each other instinctively. The next kiss was deeper, hungrier.
They moved through the space barely aware of their surroundings, focused only on each other. Finn trembled in Hugo’s arms, craving more.
Undressing from their elaborate costumes was a challenge, but Hugo helped, slowly peeling away the layers. Beneath the faux leather, his body was as striking as Finn had imagined. Hugo’s cock was already hard, thick, and needy. Whatever nerves Finn might’ve had earlier had vanished. He wanted to taste him—desperately.
Finn dropped to his knees, driven by need. He took Hugo into his mouth, lips tight, tongue eager, hands exploring. Hugo moaned above him, encouraging every motion, making Finn want to please him even more. He sucked with focused intensity, determined to push Hugo past the edge. It didn’t take long. Hot streams of cum filled Finn’s mouth, and he swallowed with a satisfied smile, gazing up to find Hugo breathless and dazed.
Then it was Finn’s turn.
Hugo told him to get on all fours. When Finn asked about protection, Hugo said they’d get to that later—this part came first.
Finn felt Hugo’s hands spreading his cheeks, then the warm, slick pressure of a tongue at his entrance. A gasp escaped him as one hand wrapped around his cock and began to stroke him. Hugo rimmed him with skill, every flick and push of his tongue more intense than the last. Finn’s body responded violently—moaning, shivering, tightening—until the tension inside him snapped and he came hard, collapsing forward into the sheets.
Before he could fully recover, Hugo slipped on a condom, spread him open once more, and pushed inside. Finn welcomed him with a low moan, body still loose and sensitive from the orgasm. Hugo moved with confidence, hitting just the right spots. Finn laughed breathlessly between gasps, marveling at how he’d ended up in bed with the man who had robbed him just hours ago.
Their rhythm built quickly, bodies slapping together in time. Sweat and desire filled the room. Finn pushed back against Hugo, cock untouched but already throbbing. The pleasure consumed him. When he came again, untouched, it was as though his body had surrendered completely to Hugo’s presence, his dominance, his warmth.
They collapsed together on the bed, tangled and gasping. Hugo smiled and said he was glad he stole that kiss.
And Finn—still dizzy with sensation—realized he might actually enjoy Renaissance fairs after all. Or at least, the unexpected magic found in charming, rule-breaking strangers.