WARNING - THIS STORY INCLUDES MALE ON MALE ACTION
Copenhagen was alive when I walked up the Metro stairs. The plaza that was buzzing with people and the morning air was crisp but comfortable--the harsh winter had yet to arrive.
With only a day to spend in the is brand new city for me, I decided to head straight to my hostel so I could drop my bag off and take in as much of the city as possible.
The hostel was near the Tivoli Gardens and looked staged for an Ikea commercial with its modern Scandinavian design. The cute receptionist noticed me standing and staring dumbly around the lobby. "Checking in," She asked with a British accent.
I'd guess she was in her early 20s. She was short and petite with dark features. Her dimples flashed as she smiled at me.
I walked over to the desk, "Yeah, Quinn Edwards."
She quickly typed my name into the computer. "We got you staying for one night, is that right?"
"Yep."
She handed me a key card and said "Alright, here's your key. This will get you into your room and into the building after 10pm. You're in room 3 and bed 4. Theres a bar around the corner behind you. I'm Jess. I'll be here all night, so just let me know if you have any questions."
I thanked her and headed to my room. It was empty but two of the six beds in the room looked slept in. presumably occupied by guests out exploring the city.
I put my things down, and before leaving the hostel, I poked my head in the bar. There was a guy and girl--also both in their early 20s, I'd guess--sitting at the bar drinking wine. They saw me and waved me over.
"Hey there, I'm Quinn," I said.
"I'm Anna, and this is Stefan." I couldn't quite figure out her accent.
Stefan nodded. He was lean, and seemed tall, though I wasn't sure just how tall given he was seated. He was built like a tennis player, long and wiry.
Anna was blond with piercing blue eyes. She was definitely curvier than Jess the receptionist and didn't hide it. She was wearing a tight-fitting white long-sleeve t-shirt and I could see the rough outline of her nipples through it. She was wearing shorts that hugged her waist and had quite a short inseam.
In fact, they were both in shorts, and after a quick glance, I noticed Stefans white shorts weren't much longer than Annas. They'd be awfully revealing if worn without underwear.
"Good to meet you guys. What are you up to?" I asked.
"Oh, we just had a late night last night, so were having some hair of the dog. Weve got dinner plans later so trying to kick off the rust before then. Where are you from? America?" Anna asked.
"I guess my accent gave me away. Yeah, I'm from Oregon. What about you guys?"
Stefan jumped in, "Were both from Germany. I'm from Munich and she's from Frankfurt."
"Very nice. Are you two traveling together? You a couple?"
Anna laughed. "No, we met at university. And we're just friends traveling together. I think you're more Stefan's type, I'm missing one key appendage for him to consider me."
I couldn't help but look down at Stefans shorts again. I'm pretty sure they both saw me. "Sorry," I stuttered.
They both laughed. "You don't have to apologize. He's asking to be ogled wearing such short shorts."
I could feel myself turning red.
"You Americans are so rigid about sex," Anna said. "You won't turn gay just by glancing at his shorts."
