Julian LeMont

I have always had a liking for hot young Saxon boys – walking along the pedestrian zone in downtown Dresden, Germany, my eyes have always locked in on the local boys there, handsome as they are in uniting the best of slavic and germanic facial features and physical stature.

Most of them do not self-identify as gay, but are nonetheless a delight to look at and dream about – and many are not quite as straight as they may seem at first glance. As a local friend once observed, when they ask for possible bisexual adventures along the lines of “Would you be interested in screwing my girlfriend?” -what they are truly after is another guy to screw them. So although not officially gay, many hot young saxons happily go both ways and are notoriously repressed closet cases just waiting to explode with passion.

On a recent visit to central Dresden, staying right next to the famous Frauenkirche, I ran the risk of turning repressed and neurotic myself after seeing a parade of young saxon studs flaunting their shamefully good looks on the Neumarkt square and on nearby Weisse Gasse. So I decided to go on a date with a local boy, who turned out to be surprisingly assured in his gay sexuality for being a Saxon and knew all about the local scene or lack thereof. A studly guy in his mid-twenties with a slender toned look and blond hair along with slavic facial features, he instantly took a liking to me and vice versa. We went for food and drink on the Weisse Gasse restaurant lane, watching the other locals and basking in the relentless beauty of the Dresdeners. My date and I looked great together, and anyone with any sense of “gaydar” could easily spot the strong gay sexual energy radiating from our unity – and as we strolled from the Weisse Gasse towards the Altmarkt Gallerie Mall, that’s exactly what happened, as we walked past a handsome swimmer-type boy in his early twenties – and heads turned, glances were exchanged and laughs followed. We decided to stop to see what may ensue – and he stopped too to turn around and talk to us. We knew such attraction was rare on the streets of Dresden – and decided to follow up on it.

I had to return to my hotel through a secret back entrance in an adjacent restaurant to avoid bumping into unwanted elements in the hotel lobby – my 2 dates then met me near the elevator and we had to use my key card to go up to my floor – I still had a bottle of wine in my room- perfect prelude to what was to follow. We popped the cork and toasted to the enormous luck of having found such like-minded kin on the streets in Dresden – and such sexy Saxons they were – both toned, muscular yet slender and hung. Particularly our third party was a grower, and once he got hard, his huge throbbing cock was so beautiful we both had to take turns riding it. In the course of several hours, we were all three able to take turns being top and bottom with all of us equally eager to get pounded – just fascinated by our respective muscular bodies, sexual energies and tasty skin.

After hours of frolicky intercourse, my bed was spewed with our many cumshots and the floor was covered with condoms, lube and kleenex looking like a warzone from the Battle of the Nations. So in the shadow of Dresden’s famous landmark Our Lady’s Church – one of the greatest Saxon sex therapies of all time relentlessly unfolded – and with such graphic detail, it will be a memory for a lifetime. The sexual pleasure it gave us along with the assurance that Dresden CAN be gay and fulfilling all the way- has made me appreciate Saxony more than ever. Encounter, engagement and exchange – even at such basic sensual, sexual and interpersonal level, has a culturally enriching impact on us that is bound to mark us and become part of us forever.