Date: Tue, 06 Sep 2016 23:32:52 +0100
From: honey_im_back@hushmail.com
Subject: Dirk Part 2

Dirk Part 2

by Peter Pumpkin Eater

This is the story of a number of relationships. The main one is between a
20 year old man, and a 12 year old boy. There are also other relationships
mentioned, Man/Girl, Boy/Girl(incestuous) and Girl/Girl. Some of the events
took place, many didn't but it is not intended to be anything other than
Fiction. References to people with specific positions in Society are ALL
fiction. I do know that someone will pick up on a couple of 'Historical
errors' these were intentional, to help throw the scent off anyone who
might otherwise be implicated in some sort of wrong doing! There is not hot
and steamy sex on every page, because life, or at least MY life was not
like that! You will note that every encounter between Adults and Children
in this story is initiated by the younger person, and only continues as
long as the younger person is happy and safe (except maybe where the
younger person is being tickled in fun!) The adult characters all believe
in stopping the libido of their young friends before things get out of
hand.

As I said, this is FICTION, that means it is not true, do not copy any of
the actions in this story. Abuse of kids is pretty much the world over
illegal, what constitutes abuse does vary from land to land. You know what
the law is where you are, adhere to it or face the consequences! If it is
illegal to be reading this type of story where you are, either because of
general law, or because of your age, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL HERE FOR?

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Because of a very shirt moment

The story takes place in Germany and rather than putting all conversations
in German, as they were spoken I have simply written it all in English,
except where the German is important to the story, in which case I have
added a translation afterwards.


From part 1;

Wilhelm looked for a second and said "That's not where you left the trailer
before, who moved it?"

"That was Peter" Stephan said, "For an 'Insel Affe' he drives really well!"

I hitched up the trailer again and dirk climbed up sitting on the mudguard
of the tractor. As I pulled away there was a loud crash and the sound of
glass breaking, I stopped in utter panic.


Part 2.

Dirk and I jumped from the tractor and ran to the back of the trailer where
Wilhelm and Stephan were creased up laughing.

"I'm so sorry," I said shaking, "I'll pay for any damage!"

They laughed even more at this and even Dirk joined in; "Peter they smashed
their empty beer bottles into the trash and kicked over that empty oil
drum!"

I smiled and then looked very serious "I will get you for that, mark my
words!"

I climbed back onto the tractor and Dirk joined me and just before I pulled
away Stephan also jumped onto the rear hydraulics of the tractor and
holding on to the seat hitched a ride home too.

When we got back to the farm Stephan asked me to back the trailer into the
Diele to the sump where the corn would be tipped. Dirk opened the huge
doors, which were big enough to allow a fully loaded trailer of straw to be
driven in, and I backed up to the sump. Stephan told me to stop just as my
back wheel was next to the second bay of the cow stalls.

"To tip the trailer you need to pull this hydraulic lever" he told me
pointing to a yellow painted one. He nodded for me to try and as I pulled
it the trailer started to tip."You would of course need to loosen the
catches so the trailer opens to let the corn out, but I think you'll do
fine"

"Thanks. So which field are you harvesting tomorrow, and when do you
start?" I asked.

"Dirk can show you the field when we have had a cup of coffee, and we'll
start right after church. So you can have a lie in, unless you would like
to join us?"

"Well I'm not much of a church person, but I'd like to see your church, and
see how different it is to ours!"

Just then the phone rang, making me jump as there was an enormous bell in
the hallway, so they could hear the phone anywhere on the farm. I lowered
the trailer and was about to drive it out when Dirk came rushing out;

"Peter can you really play trumpet?" he asked looking very excited.

"Well yes, why?"

"Do you read music?"

"Of course, but why?"

"That was our Posaunen Chor director, 4 of the trumpeters have had to call
in sick and that only leaves me, and I'm only a second trumpet! Would you
play first trumpet for us tomorrow please?"

"Perhaps I could talk to your Director? I'd need to see the music, and it
would be better if I could practice at least once with them all?"

"You go inside, I'll put the tractor to bed!" Stephan told me.

Dirk dragged me inside and asked his mother for the band Directors
number. He dialed and then handed the phone to me. "Here is Herr Blobaum,
the band director"

"Herr Blobaum? I am Peter, Peter Carling, Dirk tells me you need a
trumpeter tomorrow?"

"Yes can you play a C trumpet?"

"Well mine is B flat but I can transpose on the fly."

"I have a C trumpet here, and am happy to lend it to you if you would like
to join us tomorrow?"

"Would it be possible to pick it up this afternoon, so I can at least get a
little practice in?"

"Of course, or I can bring it to you, then we could have a quick practice
together with Dirk and Anka too"

"Oh I didn't know Anka played as well?"

"Yes she plays tenor horn. I'll be there in about 15 minutes, if that is OK
with you all?"

I turned to Lena and said "Herr Blobaum would like to pop round to practice
quickly, is that OK?"

"Of course, I'll put the kettle on!" she replied.

"That's fine" I said to the Band master, "Lena is putting the kettle on!"

He laughed and said, "It's a farm, the kettle is ALWAYS on!"

Anka came into the room and Dirk explained what was going on. She smiled
and said "I didn't realize you were a musician too?"

"Yes he plays trumpet AND Bagpipes!" Dirk enthused.

"That I must see!" was Ankas reply, looking to my nether regions and
obviously thinking about me in a Kilt!

"I think I need a quick wash, if that is OK?" I asked turning to Lena, "I'm
sweaty and dirty from moving that wood around at Wilhelm's"

Before she could answer dirk grabbed my arm and dragged me to the bathroom.

"Please may I shower with you, to save water and time?" He asked me.

Lena who had followed us laughed "Be careful Peter, if Dirk has a say in it
you'll be a lot longer under the shower than you planned!"

I blushed at her double entendre as she passed us a couple of warm
towels. We went into the bathroom and started to strip as there was a knock
at the door. before I could answer, or cover up, Lena walked in with my
clothes from the bedroom; "You might need these, Herr Blobaum might not be
able to concentrate if you practiced in the nude!"

"Muuuum!" Dirk called out, "you're embarrassing.!"

"Sorry, I'll leave you 2 to S H O W E R!" she said using her fingers to
emphasize the word shower.

The shower was big enough for 4 or 5 people, but Dirk insisted on crowding
me, touching 'accidentally' at every opportunity.

"No Dirk, we have no time we don't want to keep Herr Blobaum waiting!"

Dirk pouted and made a final grab for my rock hard dick, stroking it just 3
times before I unloaded a months supply of baby batter! "Dirk, we really
shouldn't do that you know, the bathroom door is not locked and anyone
could walk in!"

"I know but it was fun, at least you'll be soft now when we are playing" he
whispered.

I lent into him and kissed his forehead "I could go to prison for a very
very long time for letting you do that"

"I'm not telling, so how would anyone know?"

We got out of the shower and dried ourselves, Dirk asking me to help him,
which of course got me hard again.

Dressed we went to one of the other rooms off the hallway and there Anka
was already setting up music stands and her Tenor Horn. There was also a
piano in the corner of the room and while waiting for Dirk to set his
trumpet up I grabbed one of the music books from the stand, opened it and
found a simple version of 'Nun Danket', Now thank we all our God. I looked
at it and started to play on the piano. Dirk and Anka joined me and we
played it through.

As we finished there was applause from behind us and Herr Blobaum was
standing at the door.

"Hans, Hans Blobaum." he said offering his hand.

"Peter Carling" I replied taking his rather limp grip and shaking it
firmly.

He smiled and said "Well at least you can read our music OK, and you get
the tempo about right too."

"Thanks, music is of course the one true international language!" I
replied.

Hans passed me a leather covered trumpet case with a very old silver rotary
valve trumpet."I hope you can cope with the German rotary valves?" he asked

"Well I have played a little French Horn, and that had rotary valves, so I
should be OK with a little practice!"

"Good then let us start with 'Nun Danket'!" he said.

"May I just tune it first please?"

"Yes of course, here!" Hans moved over to the piano and gave me a C, which
I played, adjusting the slides and then he played some other chords, and I
trimmed the slides to match the piano.

Hans took out a trumpet too and counted us in. We played 2 verses and then
at the start of the 3rd he said to me; "you take the descant!"

I did, only missing playing 2 notes in all. At each mistake I raised my
left hand to acknowledge my mistake and we played through.

"Peter, why were you putting your hand up?" Dirk asked puzzled.

"When we are in practice if someone makes a mistake and realizes it he, or
she, raises a hand to tell the bandmaster that they know what they did
wrong, it saves stopping at every mistake and wasting time! It is also less
embarrassing to admit to a mistake than have someone tell you that you made
one!"

"That's a very good idea!" Hans agreed, "Maybe we should try that at
practice in future?"

"It takes a bit for people to get used to it, but it saves so much time!" I
warned.

We then went on to practice the other hymns for the service and we were all
happy that it was going to work out OK. I noticed another book of trumpet
music on the shelf and flipped through it. A simplified version of Jeremiah
Clarke's Trumpet Voluntary. I picked up the trumpet and started, the others
joining in and Lena walked in and picked up some of the organ part on the
piano. I found the German rotary valve more responsive and the quick
changes were much crisper.

"I'll ask the organist if she will play that for the prelude, that is what
it was originally written for." Hans said and asked if he might make a
call.

He returned moments later and smiled as we were all playing some ragtime
from the same book. Dirk was playing the first trumpet and I was
improvising on the solo's. Hans also joined us and as we finished, all a
little out of breath I was surprised that not only was Stephan there but
also a number of other adults and kids most of them with various instrument
cases. One older lady had a portable electronic organ with her. We quickly
set up in the hall, as there were too many of us for the practice room.

"OK Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Peter, he is a soldier from the camp down
the road and he has offered to make up numbers in the trumpets for
tomorrow. He also has told me how the soldiers deal with mistakes in
practice!"

"They take them out the back and shoot them?" one little cutie with a tuba
asked.

"No Andreas, if we did that you would not last a week with us!" Hans
laughed. Turning to me he added "Andreas does so much kissing that his lips
are no good for a trumpet mouth piece, that's why he plays tuba! Anyway, in
practice if you make a mistake, don't stop playing, simply raise a hand so
the conductor knows that YOU know of the mistake. It saves a lot of time
having to repeat the same thing over and over. I will only stop if someone
makes a mistake and does not acknowledge it."

We went through the music for the service, including the Trumpet Voluntary,
and it seemed that most of the players, kids and adults, got the idea and
we only had to stop a couple of times to correct mistakes. After an hour of
practice we broke up for refreshments, Lena had just baked several trays of
cookies and the kids all dived into chocolate drinks while the adults all
had coffee.

Dirk was at my side all the time, but Anka got her fair share of me too,
causing some raised eye brows and whispered comments from some of the kids
her age. Anka asked me if I had ever tasted milk fresh from the cow. When I
replied no she got me a glass of ice cold full cream milk, not the crap
that they sell in the shops, this was as it came from the cow, just
filtered and chilled. I was hooked and all the time I was there, and when I
later came back to Germany to visit, it was my drink of choice!

The band broke up and I said "If we are going to the cinema we need to get
ready!"

One of Anka's friends asked, "Oh could you give Phillip and me a lift,
we're going to see Jaws too!"

Anka looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders so she hissed "Yes but you
sit somewhere else, we need some privacy there!"

When Stephan heard I was taking an extra couple he threw me a set of keys;
"Here that pick up of yours is too small for 4, take my Mercedes!"

"Well thank you sir!" I stuttered in reply and Anka gave her father a big
kiss

"Not so much of the Sir please, you make me feel old enough taking my
little girl on a date!"

He drew Anka and myself in a hug, pushing a 20 D Mark note in my hand "Look
after them son!" he whispered loud enough for all to hear. I, of course,
blushed but was very honored to have him call me son.

As it turned out the cinema was packed and we only just managed to snag the
last 4 seats together. There were a number of soldiers in there too, one
came over and said; "Aren't you going to introduce us then?" looking at
Anka.

"Hi Dave, this is Anka her friend Heidi and her boyfriend Phillip."

"Pleased to meet you" he said, offering his hand. "Where did you get the
Merc from?" he asked.

"It belongs to my dad" Anka replied in good English, "he thought Peters
pick up was too small for the 4 of us!"

"Wow he must trust you, his daughter AND his Merc!"

We all laughed and he returned to his mates, explaining to them about us,
and they looked over several times, some with a look of envy at the cute
bird I had snagged.

The film was great, the bit where the shark appeared from no where making
everyone jump, it ended up with Anka on my lap and Heidi on Phillips,
though I think he was more scared than the girls!

After the film I offered to buy Pizza but the other two had to be back on
time because of Church in the morning. As we got in the car the soldiers
walked past and I called out to Dave to book me out for the whole weekend
as I was staying the night on the farm. that comment got some ribald
comments from the squaddys and giggles from Heidi.

On the way back Heidi and Phillip were eating each others faces, so,
looking in the mirror I said "try not to dribble on the seats, I'll have to
clean this tomorrow!"

Both sprang apart and Phillips blush was just so hot, pity he seems to be
straight! Back at the farm we said our goodbyes and the 2 lovers cycled
home while I parked the Merc. Once in the house Dirk led me to the sitting
room where Wilhelm and his wife along with 2 other couples were sitting,
drinking and chatting. I was directed to a sofa and Anka sat next to me,
Dirk sat in front of me, between my legs. Beers appeared in front of us,
even the boy had one, and I was told I had to have that second Appel Korn,
which I did.

"Man cannot stand on just one leg" Wilhelm slurred pouring a second glass
for me.

Anka went to the kitchen and produced a second Appel Korn bottle,"To save
anyone falling over when pouring drinks!" she said, winking at me. As soon
as she refilled my glass I realized it was just plain apple juice.

Lena winked at me; "Not too much Peter, or you won't be able to play
tomorrow"

One of the women asked "Play tomorrow?"

"Yes Peter is going to help out the Posaunen Chor because we are short of a
couple of players" Anka explained.

Talk moved on to how I learned German so well, and then on to what I do in
the Army.

"I'm sorry, please don't take offense but I'm not even allowed to tell my
own mother what I do."

Everyone except Wilhelm understood, but he got a little agitated asking if
I didn't trust him.

"Wilhelm, of course I trust you, but even telling you that I can't tell you
what I do could get me in trouble, and I don't want to lie and say 'I drive
Landrovers when that is not my actual job."

Dirk produced the model Landrover and pointed out the aerials on it,"This
is a model of Peters Landrover, looks like a communications one to me!"

Then the penny dropped, and everyone moved on to other matters. It was
almost midnight when I asked to be excused as I needed to be fresh in the
morning for Church. Anka and I walked out to my car, where I had a small
toiletries bag with tooth brush and so on. "Before we go to Church I will
need to go into camp to get a change of clothes, so we need to be up early
enough!" I told her.

"Well just make sure Dirk doesn't keep you awake all night, he really has
the hots for you, but it's OK mum and dad know what he is like and mum has
already said that you will be good for both of us! Thank you for taking me
to the pictures, at least now the girls at school will stop asking me. I
have to tell you though I think I'm like Dirk, I prefer girls, just as he
prefers men!"

I drew her to me and hugged her tightly; "Well we can be each others cover
story then, but I do really like you. If I HAD to get married to a girl,
you would be number one on my list!"

She pulled me closer and kissed me open mouthed, swapping tongues and spit.

We went back into the house and slipped unnoticed into the hall, with one
last kiss she went to her room and I to Dirks. He was already in bed,
reading, topless. He had a good sized double bed, but I couldn't see
anywhere else for me to sleep.

"Umm where should I.." I started to ask but Dirk grinned, pulled back the
covers and patted his bed,

"Here, next to me" he said.

"Are you sure? you have nothing on" I gulped but he gave me a cheesy grin
and slowly fondled his rapidly growing penis.

"I guess we did shower together, so what the heck!"

Dirk turned his bedside light towards me as I put out the room light. he
then started to hum the classic stripper song and I bumped and ground as I
dropped my clothes to the floor, he grinned, I thought at me, but I had not
heard his mum come into the room. It was only as I dived onto the bed next
to him that I realized we had an audience.

"I just wanted to check that you both have all you need, I see you do now"
she said placing a bottle of hand cream on the bedside table.

My blushes must have almost set off the fire alarms as she lent across my
still uncovered naked body and gave first Dirk and then me a goodnight
kiss. "Maybe you had better cover up before Stephan comes in to say good
night, then you'll have a night of peace and quiet"

"Or not" Dirk added giggling.

I pulled a sheet over my excited body just as Stephan came in and repeated
the goodnight kisses for us both. "Goodnight boys, try not to make too much
noise, remember you both have Church in the morning!"

"If I'm not awake early please could you give me a shout, I need to pop
into camp for a change of clothes!"

"Church is at 9 for 9.30, but I'll be milking the cows at 5.30!"

"Oh I'd love to see that sometime, but not tomorrow!" I enthused.

"Sleep well!" he told us.

As soon as the door closed Dirk was all over me and I had to get him to
slow down.

"Dirk have you ever been sucked?"

He looked puzzled and said "No I don't think so"

I kicked off the covers and slid down and took his little spike in my
mouth. His 3 inches fit well in my mouth and I sucked his pea sized balls
in too.

He gasped and started to hump my face, but I slowed him down. Edging a
horny teen is not easy but I kept him close for several minutes before
pushing his legs apart and licking up his perineum and up to his tight
musky pucker. He grabbed a pillow and bit on it as he let out a primeval
scream as his rod of iron pumped his juice of life out, the first shots
hitting his chin and the pillow.

I slid up and licked him clean savoring the sweet, weak juices. Dirk was
out of it, exhausted from the passion. I spooned up to him and soon sleep
took over. I woke with a start, hearing Wilhelm, very drunk, saying he
wanted to say good night to me but his wife told him no, he was not to
disturb us,"Anka and Peter have to be up early for Church" she said, making
the assumption that I was spending the night with my girlfriend, not my
boyfriend!

6am came round far too soon and Stephan knocked softly on our door.

"Peter, are you decent? May I come in?" Without thinking I told him yes.

Dirk and I were spooned naked on the bed, with no covers.

"Just don't hurt either of my baby's" he whispered to me, drawing the sheet
over us. "You mean a lot to them both, and to Lena and I. I know that Anka
will not ever take a man, but please don't do anything to make me regret my
trust in you."

"I won't Sir, I do love them both, and am just worried that I may hurt Dirk
when I set borders as to how far I will allow him to go."

"Peter, I know that if you say no, then it means no, but I do want to learn
more from you, OK?" Dirk said, "What you did for me last night was
unbelievable, I never knew that I could shoot without someone touching it!"

"Too much information" Stephan cried as he left the room laughing. I was
about to get up and close the door, so I could dress, when Anka walked
right in, wearing just a flimsy nighty which hid nothing.

"Morning Anka!" I said as she lent in to give me a peck on the cheek and
the lent across me to kiss her brother on the forehead. In doing so her
nighty ruffled up and I got an eyeful of her hot body. Despite my
preferences I boned up at the sight and smell of this hot girl.

"Anka, do you have a passport or an ID card?" I asked.

"Yes, why?"

"Well if so you can come with me to camp when I collect my change of
clothes"

"May I come too?" Dirk asked.

"Sorry Dirk, there's not enough room, and what would they say if they saw
you come in with me? You know they must never know about us."

"I'll find an excuse to take you in there next time, OK?"

He pouted and turned from me but I kissed his head and then grabbed his
junk and gave it a slight squeeze.

"Time for me to go" Anka said. "Oh and Dirk, your ID card is out of date,
remember? They would arrest us all at the gate if you tried to get in with
that!"

Dirk and I had a little fun and then I went to the bathroom to relieve
morning wood. I had a quick wash and told Dirk I would shower as soon as I
was back with clean clothes. In the kitchen Lena had a typical German
breakfast waiting, fresh home baked rolls, home made butter, ham (also home
cured) and jams and so on. There was a mug of coffee at my place but Lena
also asked if I would like a glass of milk. The milk was soooo nice,
perfect. I enjoyed the breakfast, a change from the greasy fry up that I
would have had in camp. Finished and the table cleared I started the
washing up. Lena tried to stop me but I insisted, so Anka and Dirk helped
dry up.

Anka picked up her ID card and we drove to camp. I took her to the Guard
room and booked her in, the guys giving admiring glances and sly, 'I know
what you were up to last night' winks.

We got to my barrack block and I opened the door, calling down the
corridor, "Lady in the house, watch the language and the exposure!"

She asked me what I meant and I explained, "the guys swear a lot and many
would walk naked to the showers at this time on a Sunday!" Just then a door
opened and one of the guys walked out into the corridor naked as the day he
was born. Anka gave a low whistle and he turned, blushed and tried to cover
himself with a towel!

"I did shout a warning as we came in! Anka, this is Alex, Alex, Anka" I
introduced. instinctively he held out his hand to shake, and promptly
dropped his towel. His blush would have put a perfect sunset to shame as he
grabbed the towel and ran for the showers.

I unlocked my room and we went in. I asked her to leave the door open as
I'm not allowed to close the door when there is a female visitor. She
laughed and I got my suit from the wardrobe, along with a change of
underwear and socks and a pair of nice smart black shoes.

"You don't need to dress up for Church, most men wear jeans and a
comfortable shirt." she chuckled.

"Sorry but it's how I was brought up, Sunday Best is for Church!" I
explained to her.

"Your going to CHURCH?" one of the guys asked as he passed the door. I
introduced Anka and explained why I was going. He was also a bandsman and
said it was cool, asking if he might come some time.

"Sure, sometime, OK?" I said, a little annoyed that he was trying to invite
himself.

We loaded my bits into the car and booked out at the gate.

Back at the farm Dirk was waiting nervously for our return, as if he were
worried I might not come back. "That's one reason I don't want the others
to get involved, you would have to be blind not to see what Dirk has for
me!"

In the kitchen yet another coffee was waiting for me and I asked "How much
time is there before we need to go?"

"Oh about an hour I think," Lena assured me, "plenty of time for you to
freshen up and change!" I brought my things to the bedroom and by the time
I opened the bathroom door Dirk was already in the shower, stroking himself
in anticipation. I stripped and Dirk said his mum had said to put my things
in the washing basket, so I would always have a change of clothes at the
house.

Dirk tried to suck me off, but he could not get more than just the head of
my slightly more than average dick in his mouth. he ended up jacking me
with his mouth near the head, licking the precum that flowed out.

"Dirk, it's coming!" I warned and he took the head in his mouth, pushing
the foreskin back to behind the glans and bit down ever so slightly. I have
always loved to feel teeth when getting blown and Dirk pushed me full over
the edge as I pumped one of my biggest ever loads into his waiting
mouth. He tried gamely to swallow as much as he could, but still some
escaped and I slipped to the floor, spent. I pulled him to me and cleaned
up his face before sharing my semen with this oh so hot boy.

Lena knocked on the door, but did not enter, "Boys, we need to go in a
quarter of an hour, you need to hurry now!"

"Coming!" I shouted,

"I thought I heard you do that just now?" she laughed, adding "You two are
so cute when you blush like that!" How could she know, the door was closed?

We quickly dried off and had to dash naked to Dirks room to dress. I put on
my suit and my regimental tie, and of course my highly polished Oxford
shoes.

Dirk was going to wear jeans and a T shirt but said "If you're dressing
like that then I will too!" as he pulled his suit out of the wardrobe and
put on a shirt. I helped with the tie and he held up his shoes which had
not see a brush in a while. I took them to the kitchen and asked if I could
have brushes, polish and an old cloth. Dirk, Anka and I got into the Merc
while Lena climbed into Wilhelm's car. I quickly gave the shoes an instant
shine, though both Dirk and Anka said "Ewww!" when I spat on the shoes to
shine them. I explained that an enzyme in spit breaks down the polish and
makes it easier to shine. By the time we got to Church the shoes were
'presentable' and Dirk pulled them on. I adjusted his tie and we got out.

Hans came across to us looking Dirk up and down, "Wow THAT is smart! Peter
may I introduce Pastor Jacobs, Pastor Jacobs, this is Peter Carling, the
man who is helping us out today!"

"Herr Pastor" I said, offering my hand.

He replied in perfect English, "Please call me Thomas, so kind of you to
help out!"

"My pleasure Sir!" I replied in English, and I heard one of the young band
members say to another, "See I told you he is English!"

Before I could comment Dirk turned and said, "Oh no, you are wrong, he is
Scottish!"

Pastor Jacob looked at me "I didn't detect an accent there Peter?"

"No Sir I was born in Scotland, but have lived most of my life moving
around, mainly in England!"

"OK Band we need to take our places and warm up!" Hans called as he led me
up to the gallery beside the organ and showed me to a seat. He quickly
explained that for Trumpet Voluntary and any descant solo's I should stand
to the side next to the Organist. We quickly did some warm ups and then
tuned our instruments to the Organ. Once we were done Hans indicated to
someone below to start the bell and we then went into the prelude. I could
see a lot of the congregation turning to look up at the band as we played.

After that the Pastor blessed us and then said "many of you may have
noticed a new face up in the Posaunen, we are very lucky to have Peter
Carling a soldier from Camp has kindly agreed to help as we were short of
trumpets! Having heard that prelude I do hope that Peter will consider
coming more often?" he added lifting an arm towards me.

I, of course, blushed but nodded.

The service then continued and to be honest we had a blast! At the end of
the service Hans sprang a piece on us that although the others knew well, I
had neither heard nor played. An Irish Blessing, may the road rise up to
meet you.

I have to say it is one of the most beautiful pieces of music I have ever
heard, and one that I shall treasure for all my days!

As we packed our stuff together I went to hand Hans back the trumpet, but
he told me to hang on to it, if I was going to play with them again!

Back at the farm Lena had prepared a slow roast, which was ready for us, so
we quickly changed and sat for an early lunch. After we all went out to the
field and watched as Stephan cut the first swathe. Once he had done a
complete circuit and started on the second lane Dirk told me to drive next
to the combine and Stephan unloaded into the trailer on the move. It was
about half full so we waited for him to complete the second lap, which
filled the trailer to the top. We set off back to the farm and I backed
into the Diele, though it was easier with a full load than with an empty
trailer. I unloaded and Dirk set the Archimedes screw going to pump the
corn up to the drying room. Lena came out with a cool bag with 4 beers, one
each for us and 2 for Stephan. I never realized just how dusty you get
harvesting!

The field was soon cleared and the last of that corn unloaded. Stephan said
"That went a lot quicker than I expected, I think we can do the long field
today too! Stephan and I went up to the corn dryer and re routed the pipes
to the next section before we set off to start the second field. It was
long but very narrow and we only got 1 1/2 trailer loads out of it. When we
were done, and Stephan and I opened yet another beer, I asked who owned the
huge area of woodland bordering the fields.

"That is mine, why?" he asked.

"Well I ride motorcycle trials and would love to use the woods to train
in. I'd be careful to keep damage to a minimum!"

"I ride too, just a little, maybe you can give me some pointers?" he
asked. Once the harvest is over we could make a day of it in the woods,
then have a picnic and swim in the lake!" he offered.

"Has Dirk tried biking yet?" I asked.

"No he was not interested lat time I asked, but if his hero is doing it
then maybe he would give it a go!" Stephan thought.

"I have my 350 Bultaco and also a 50cc Montesa that I bought for the son of
one of my Sergeants. First ride out he fell and grazed his arm, that was
that, he never wanted to ride again! I'll bring both bikes up next time and
he can see if he likes it."

We went back to the farm and after a long drawn out shower with Dirk I said
that I would soon need to be getting back. Both Anka and Dirk pulled faces
but Stephan wrote a letter asking my CO to allow me to help during the
harvest as he was a man short, and I had already helped so much over the
weekend.

Dirk and Anka were both in tears as I left; "Hey, no tears OK? I'll be back
tomorrow after work and we can have some fun then, OK?"

Both gave me a sloppy kiss and with a tear in my eye I set off back to
camp. They had gotten deep under my skin, and I knew this was going to be a
long haul. I parked up and went to check over my bikes. One of the other
guys, Danny, who used to ride with me was down there at the garage cleaning
his 250 Ossa.

"What's with the soap and water, you'll make it rain" I joked.

"I've been posted to NI (Northern Ireland) at short notice. I can get my
car home but the bike is going to be sold. Harry from 3 troop has offered
me £250 for it, way under what it is worth, but I need to sell
now. He'll most likely sell it on for a stupid profit once I am gone!"

"Would £350 be a fair price for it?" I asked.

"Peter, if you want it you can have it for £300!" he offered, "and I
know it'll be way too small for you but I'll throw in all of my gear too,
helmets waterproofs and so on"

"Is a cheque OK?" I asked.

"Sure why do you want a 3rd bike then?"

I told him about Anka, and that I was helping on the farm, and also that
Anka had a 'pesky' little brother who might like to ride too.

"Yeah I bet he's not THAT pesky, blond blue eyes and a tight butt to die
for? Don't worry I saw you trying to get that stuck up little shit going on
the 50cc back then. I really felt sorry for you, he was cute to look at,
but his attitude was ugly as fuck!"

I must have had a look of panic in my eyes but he laughed; "Look we almost
bumped into each other about a month ago in the Blue Oyster in Bielefeld. I
could not imagine that you had not understood what the gay bar was there
for. Did you score, or were they all too old for you too?"

"Shit man, you just came out to me, are you mad? One word of this and we'd
both be up for Courts Martial, if we even lived that long!"

"You'd be amazed how many of us there are here, I can hook you up with some
of the other guys like us if you want?"

"Hell no, the less people that know the safer I feel. Anyway, when do you
go?"

"My flight is on Tuesday morning, so I'm busy tomorrow handing over my
shit, and then getting rat arsed in the mess."

I ran back to my room, and wrote a cheque for £350 and brought it back
down to him.

"Peter, I said £300 not £350!"

Oh well it's my last cheque and I'm not changing it now" I told him. "Shame
you don't have more time, I'd have loved to introduce you to my German
friends"

"Maybe when I get back from Belfast?" he asked.

"OK Danny I'll see you when you get back then. Oh can you do the paperwork
for the bike so I can register it in my name and take it out of camp?"

"Sure lets go up to my room and I'll give you all of the gear too"

With the gear sorted and the paperwork in hand for the bike I quickly
prepared my uniform for the next day, before settling down to a troubled
nights sleep. Monday morning dawned like every other day in the Army,
breakfast, parade admin and then time wasting! One day I'll write my Army
memoirs, the title I have, 'Hurry Up, and Wait'

Once all the routine shit was over I asked to see my OC, who thought the
idea of me helping local farmers was brilliant. He phoned down to the Admin
Officer, who booked me in to see the CO at 11.30. I just had time to change
into my best uniform and march down to RHQ. When I arrived I was marched in
to the CO's office, but as soon as he saw me he told me to relax and pull
up a chair. I had been helping his kids, boys aged 14 and 16 to learn
German in the last summer break, but this year they were staying with
Grandparents, so my teaching services would not be required.

"Where would you stay if you helped out on the farm?" he asked me.

"I slept over on Saturday night as it was too late to come back to camp
Sir. They have a room for me, and the food is fantastic!"

"Well as long as you are back in time for the Autumn Exercises mid
September I'm fine with it, just as long as you are being useful, and not
simply getting paid holiday with your pretty German girlfriend?"

"Of course Sir, and thank you. Would you like to come down one day next
week, to see what I am doing there, and join us for a coffee. Lena, the
farmers wife puts on a fantastic spread!"

"Hmm what about next Sunday?" He asked.

"Well if they are harvesting on Sunday next sure, but it would have to be
in the afternoon as I am going to church with them in the morning!"

"I didn't realize you were a church goer Carling"

"Nor did I sir, but they asked me to help out, they were missing 4
trumpeters for the church brass band, and I sort of offered! I hope that
was OK, I would not have been able to ask permission in time?"

"I'm impressed, I wonder would it be OK for my wife and I to come to that
church?"

"I wouldn't be there to translate as I'd be up next to the organ to play
the trumpet Sir."

"That's no problem we have a new officer here, Lt Markham, she speaks
German, not as well as you, but enough to take the translating strain away
from you for a while. Just so you know, I have put you forward for a
promotion, the work you do for the Regiment is so important, I feel that
you should be rewarded."

"Thank you Sir! If I am out of camp, how will I know when the promotion
comes through?"

"I think you should report in once a week, on a Friday afternoon, to read
orders, that way you'll know, and be able to get your uniforms to the
tailors for the new insignia!"

"Thank you Sir. I can drop off details of the church and service times next
Friday when I come to check Sir."

"Good idea, don't worry about making an appointment, I'll tell the front
office to expect you, oh and don't worry about uniform, no point in wasting
hours getting ready to come in, salute and have a chat. Now do you think
that there is anything I could bring your hosts when I visit?"

"When I went over on Saturday for coffee I took a bottle of Malt for him,
flowers for her and chocolates for Anka and a model Land Rover for the
boy!"

"That sounds like a plan! now off you go and get back to farming!" he
chivied.

I marched out of his office about 3 feet off the ground, I had effectively
5 weeks holiday pass in my hand, and permission to live off camp too! I
quickly changed and sorted my room, locking everything away before taking
all my bike gear, the stuff I had bought and the stuff from the Sergeants
kid who didn't like t get hurt. I placed it with a suitcase of casual
clothes in the front of the car, before driving down and picking up the
bikes, I just squeezed all 3 onto the back of the truck. I called in at the
Vehicle Registrations office and got the Ossa signed over to me, and then I
was off! I drove up to the farm, and could see that the combine and the
tractor were both out, so I knocked on the kitchen door. Lena opened and
hugged me tight.

"I have until the end of the second week in September to help you guys! May
I stay here, to save me keep driving back to camp?" I asked.

"I would be offended if you did not stay!" she told me.

"I have to report in every Friday afternoon, oh and may I invite my boss to
church and then coffee on Sunday? He wants to see the church and where I am
"working"" I explained.

"Of course he is most welcome!" she smiled.

"It will be 3 people, the Colonel, his wife and a junior officer who will
be his translator while I am away."

"That's fine, and at least you won't need to sit with him in Church" she
laughed.

"Now I'll get changed and ride down to the field and help bring the corn
home." I said. "Oh if Dirk and or Anka would like to try to ride a
motorbike I have one each here to try out. I have all the safety gear for
them too."

"Well they have just 3 days of school left, so maybe you could go and pick
up Dirk now and then Anka an hour later?"

I changed into bike gear and took the spare small helmet for Dirk, and
after getting directions made my way to Dirks School. I waited outside the
gate, getting some funny looks from other parents waiting. One must have
gone into the school and the head teacher came out to ask why I was waiting
there. I took my helmet off and he recognized me right away. "Mr Carling,
are you here to collect Dirk?"

"Yes Sir, Lena asked me to pick him up, we thought the bike would be a bit
of fun for him"

"I bet" the teacher said. "I'll make sure he knows to come to you when he
comes out"

I almost made the mistake of saying that he had 'Come Out' to me at the
weekend, but I thought better of it.

When the bell went a tidal wave of kids rushed out of the school, Dirk was
one of the first. He jumped up into my arms and hugged me tight; "Peter you
came to pick me up? on THAT?"

"Yeah, but if you don't want to ride I can push it home!"

He almost snatched the small helmet out of my hand and barely gave me
enough time to climb on before he was sitting very very close behind me,
grinding his 3 inches of pure German Boy into my ass. Loads of other kids
looked on with a tinge of jealousy, as we drove off, slowly near the school
and then as soon as the speed limit lifted I opened it up and gave him a
top thrill ride. Back at the farm he noticed the other 2 bikes on my pick
up and asked "Why do you have 3 bikes?"

"Because" was all I would tell him.

I asked him to put his helmet on the truck, as I needed to go and collect
Anka too.

"Bah, she won't get on that, she's too scared" he scoffed.

"Then she'll have to get the bus!" I taunted.

"I bet she won't get on it!" he maintained.

"OK what do I get if she does?" I asked, knowing where this was going to
go.

"If I win you have to do all the sex things I want, whenever I want for the
next week" he said.

"And if I win?"

"Then I'll do anything you want for the rest of the summer holidays!" he
boldly offered.

"Anything?" I asked, "So if I told you not to touch your dick for a week,
would you do it?"

"I'd have to, but no worries, SHE wont get on the bike!"

I grabbed the other helmet and raced off to the Grammar School in town. As
the school was that much bigger Lena had given me a note to take to the
office. This I did and the secretary told me that she had heard from her
Sister about me, and was coming next Sunday to hear me play!

I waited outside the school gate and again got some funny looks, but I was
not worried as I had 'booked in' so to speak. A bell went and the older
kids were a little more restrained as they exited the school. Anka came
over to me and gave the bike a bit of a funny look as I took off my helmet,
and gave her a goodly kiss. I whispered that unless she wanted to loose
face she would have to get on for the ride home! She agreed and put on the
helmet, to cheers from some of the other seniors. We went off slowly in the
school area, before I opened the gas once we were allowed to. She hung on
tightly and soon we were at the lane leading to the farm.

"Do you want to ride it in, I'll sit behind you and help if needed. It's
just like driving a tractor, just a bit smaller!"

"Go on then, let's do it!"

We swapped seats and I started the bike again as she rode it home, much to
the consternation of Dirk, who was afraid he might not be allowed to touch
his pecker for the whole holidays! "Is there a way to your dads field
without going on the road?" I asked

"Yes this field you don't need the road at all! I sometimes drive the
tractor up and down from here!"

Would you two like to drive down there on your bikes and give me a lift, so
I can drive the tractor back for Stephan?"

"Our bikes?" they asked in unison.

"Yes, for the summer you two can use these bikes, but NOT ON THE
ROAD.... NEVER EVER ON THE ROAD!"

Both rushed in to change and I followed with the motorcycle suits, which I
hoped would fit.

I knocked on Anka's door, "Come in" she called and I was treated to her
ever so cute butt hardly covered by a pair of sexy knickers, if she keeps
this up I might just go straight!

"Here put this on, you NEVER ride without protective gear on OK?"

"Thanks" she almost panted, without turning round. so I then went to Dirks
room.

Since we shared and I had seen and even tasted all there was to see and
taste I walked right in. Dirk was lying eyes closed and fisting his little
rod like mad.

"You haven't told me yet what I have to do for loosing the bet, so I
thought I'd get one off before you ban me from doing it!"

I watched him get closer and closer to his climax, and at the last moment I
splashed water from my drinking glass over him, killing the moment!

"You fucker, that was mean!"

Anka, who had been watching the whole time burst out laughing, "That was
like Dad does to the dogs when they are at it on the yard! And what bet did
you loose?"

"I bet this monster that you wouldn't get on the motorbike! Not only did
you get on it, you drove it too!" he whined.

I lent forward and blew on his cock and it sprang back to life, and then
took all of him into my mouth and placed a wet finger at his rosebud. As
soon as he felt me there he lost it and pumped his cum into my mouth.

"So do you make cum yet then Dirk?" his slightly aroused sister asked.

He blushed and I told him, "You must answer, the deal was everything I tell
you to do!"

"Yes, I do" he whispered.

"And you swallowed it all? Isn't that gross?" she asked.

"Yes I swallowed and no it is not gross!" I grinned. "If you want you may
watch next time I allow him to do something!"

"No, not her watching!" he protested, but his rod went back to full mast
the moment I said it.

"Dirk, that is one thing I will not make you do, but if you want to, and
Anka wants I'm happy to help! Now get this suit on, we need to ride down to
your dad!"

Dirk pulled on the suit, which was just a tiny bit big on him, and we went
out to the bikes. Lena was in the milking parlor and I told her the
plan. "Just make sure you both do your homework, I don't want a last minute
rush in the morning!" Lena told them. I let Anka ride round the yard a bit
and then helped Dirk with the 50cc automatic He soon had the idea and Anka
then let me ride on the back of her bike and we went down to the
field. Stephan was just about to drive the combine over to the half full
trailer, so I jumped on the tractor and brought it to him. While he
overloaded I told him how my meeting with the Colonel went, and that he was
coming to Church on Sunday, and then coffee after.

"Tell him I said to bring a change of clothes, he can help us with the
straw! No man sits idle here in Harvest time. Where did you get the other
bike from?"

I explained about the 50cc and that I had just bought the 250 with all the
gear, so I now had the 3 bikes!

"Wow, you did that so that Anka could ride with us?" he asked.

"Well I also did my mate a favor, as he needed to sell the bike quickly!" I
assured him.

The trailer was full and I set off back up to the farm, Dirk opened the
gate and Anka closed it as there were cattle in the field. I backed into
the Diele and emptied the trailer before Dirk and I set off back down, with
a cool bag of drinks, beer for Stephan and Juice for Dirk and I.

In no time we had the field cleared and Stephan asked me if I would like to
drive the combine back up,

"If you are here to help then you might as well learn to do all the jobs!"
he told me.

Once I was ready to drive it up, he took the tractor, Dirk opened the gate
and I followed with the combine. Dirk the closed the gate again and raced
past us to open the top gate to let us onto the yard.

Stephan tried to direct me back into the space in the barn where the
combine is stored, but I stopped and asked him to do it the NATO way; when
he wants me to steer left he raises the left fist, and right for the right
fist. After a couple of attempts he got it, and the combine was parked. We
let it cool off a while and in the mean time went to feed the pigs. The
heat, noise and stench was almost unbearable but we got it done without too
much drama, then on to check the feed for the cattle. By then the combine
had cooled off and we went back and checked all the belts for wear and
greased all the grease points. One flange with a grease nipple seemed far
too hot and I commented that it was hotter than the rest, and I could not
get grease into it. We took it off, and the bearing inside was falling
apart. Stephan went in and phoned the dealership, despite the fact that it
was 9.30 at night, and I said I would ride over to collect the part.

By the time I got back it had all been cleaned out and Dirk and I fitted
it, under the watchful eye of our 'Dad'. Stephan had also ordered some new
belts as a couple were getting frayed, but we deferred changing them until
they were nearly broken. Stephan then got his bike out, and the 4 of us
went for a ride in the late evening sun. When we got back Lena had dinner
ready, Jaeger Schnitzel, a pork steak coated in bread crumb and served with
a creamy mushroom sauce.

I fell into bed and both Dirk and I went straight off to sleep.


Please take a look at some of my other tales here on Nifty, the easiest way
is to search by my email address; honey_im_back (at) hushmail (dot) com and
my old email, which is no longer in use, nevermindwhoiam (at) hushmail
(dot) com A lot of them are half finished, following a bereavement, and
only now am I finding my inspiration again! Bear with me, and the half
finished tales will find completion, where possible!