Date: Wed, 4 Apr 2001 09:48:07 -0500
From: Jamie Anderson <JamieAnderson@compuserve.com>
Subject: The Breaking in of Kurt

                          The Breaking in of Kurt

          The usual disclaimer that normally goes unread.

          As you might expect this story contains graphic
          descriptions of male to male sex. If this is not
          your scene then now would be the absoulutely
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          If you are too young to read this, there is bugger all
          that I can do to stop you. But you may learn what
          happens when boys play silly games with grown men.

          Onwards and downwards!

It had been a very hard three months, but, by careful planning and
checking everything at least twice, we had the job completed two
weeks ahead of time. As a reward, our boss told us that we could have
the two weeks off. Well, not exactly off, but essentially on standby.
Provided we stayed reasonably close to the site, kept our mobile phones
with us at all times and phoned in once a day, then we could more or
less do as we liked.

Les had an old friend just across the border in Nuremberg, called Wolf,
whom apparently he hadn't seen for years and he decided that we should
visit him for the weekend. Les had an address - but no telephone
number, however he was "quite sure" that Wolf wouldn't mind us
dropping in on him right out of the blue; Les is like that.

So about lunchtime on an early spring Friday we drove to Wolf's
apartment. As it happened Les was quite correct. Wolf seemed happy to
see him, but there was a slight problem, he was going to a party that
night. This was quickly solved by a phone call to the host of the party
who assured us that two more bodies were neither here nor there.

"What kind of party will it be?" I asked.

"Ah, the usual German type of party, lots of beer and oompa music!"
replied Wolf.

I smiled happily, but I groaned inwardly. First off, it would be a straight
party and the chances of me finding another gay guy there would be
roughly midway between zero and zilch, and second was the nickname
that Les had earned over the years, "Legless Les." Let him do anything
more than sniff the barmaid's apron and he was plastered. Honestly, if I
had a quid for every time I've had to put the bugger to bed when he
couldn't stand up, I would be a rich man.

Not that I really minded, Les looked like one serious stud, his body was
to die for. The expression, "tall, dark and handsome" might have been
coined just for him. However apart from having no capacity to hold his
drink, he had several other strikes against him; most important, he was
straight and despite his looks and build, he had a willy on him that would
not have looked out of place on a fifteen-year-old boy. Having such a
small nail, he had an equally small hammer with which to drive it home,
no bum on him at all. So, sexually, Les was of no interest to me.

It was decided that we would drive to the party in our own car in case
Wolf scored and wanted to leave. We arrived a bit early and discovered
that we were the first guests. The house was a large one in what Estate
Agents would describe as "a leafy suburb." Our host was a guy named
Gunter, who, like Wolf, spoke quite good English.

Les is one of those very annoying types who seems to just listen to a
new language with his head cocked to one side, then starts speaking it.
I'm hopeless at learning other languages, but I compensate for this by
interpreting body language with an accuracy that annoys the Hell out of
Les.

Now Gunter was the typical Aryan type whose looks were so very
popular in the 1930s in Germany. Tall, blond, blue eyed, the lot. Gunter
positively oozed sex, but he was also a very dominant person, which
meant that if we should ever end up between the sheets together it
would most likely result in a fight to see who was going to be on top.
However, he also appeared to radiate heterosexual vibes, so it seemed
to be a moot point.

Not that I haven't made it with straight guys in the past. The thing is, as
I'm into domination I do tend to attract submissive males, quite a few of
which are supposedly heterosexuals. So there they are, a wife and kids
waiting at home, while I'm treating them like the spineless little bitches
that they really are. I mean, what sort of straight guy likes to be fucked,
quite roughly, by me while I whisper in his ear the whole time telling him
what a loser he is and how it would have been better if he had been born
a girl.

The only other person already at the party was Kurt, Gunter's kid
brother. Now Kurt had that slightly soft look to his body, his blond hair
was a bit too long and those little effeminate gestures of his made it
bloody obvious to me that he was gay. He didn't come across as being
very experienced. Oh yes, given the chance I could knock him into shape
in no time, real bitch material; eliminating his budding masculinity would
be lots of fun. Just give me a little while with him and he would be as
servile as they come.

The kid took one look at Les and fell head over heels in lust. Nothing
unusual about that, I had seen it happen dozens of times before. Les, as
usual, never noticed as the boy preened and posed for him. Hell, he
hardly even noticed when the girls did it. Which was a real pity as Kurt
was a ten- year younger version of Gunter, as far as looks went, and, as I
said, looked like he was needing the attentions of a man. In this matter I
would be a most willing volunteer. Now the first trick would be getting
the kid and me in the same bed.

The place soon filled up and I sat there quietly sipping my beer and
watching the kid try every trick in the book to catch Les' eye. I could
have told the poor boy that he didn't have a chance, but he didn't speak
any English and my German just about lets me order a beer. Anyway, it
was fun to watch him try.

I also filled in my time admiring Kurt's attributes; blond hair, smooth
body, small bulge at the front of his rather unfashionably tight jeans. But
his most outstanding feature was most definitely not at the front but
rather at the back. There the tight denim was moulded to a pair of the
most beautiful buns that I had ever laid eyes on. However, I wanted to
lay a lot more than just my eyes on those buns.

So there we were, the three of us alone in a crowd. Les, on his second
glass of a rather strong German lager, eyes already beginning to glaze
over, completely unaware of what was almost being thrust in his face.
Kurt, who didn't seem to notice that his efforts were a total waste of
time. He wasn't going to get any from Les and even if he did, there was
not a lot to be had. And last, but by no means least, me, deviously
calculating the various possible ways of getting Kurt out of those tight
jeans and getting my cock into his, hopefully, tight little arse.

As luck would have it the first stage was quite easy, getting Les out of
the picture. He was living up to his nickname and I soon found myself
apologising to our host saying that perhaps we should leave as my friend
was becoming a bit, er, tired.

"Nonsense," said Gunter, "Let him sleep it off in one of the spare
bedrooms. I'll get Kurt to show you the way."

He went over to his brother and said something in German. Kurt's face lit
up and he hurried over. The females present who noticed the state Les
was in muttered darkly about men always getting drunk. Well, that's
what they seemed to be saying, if I interpreted their expressions
correctly.

Now, about here, we should take a moment to consider the gentle art of
getting drunk. It goes through your lips, down your throat, and then there
is about a twenty-minute period before it gets into your bloodstream. So
if you are like Les, drinking steadily, you are going to be running about
twenty minutes behind how drunk you will be, even if you stopped
drinking right now. Given the fact that Les had been putting himself on
the outside of a half litre of strong beer every fifteen minutes, and as a
result could barely stand, I estimated we had about ten minutes before
we would have to carry him.

I sort of half supported Les and Kurt led the way upstairs. Once on the
second floor, Kurt, quite needlessly, supported Les on the other side.
Between us we manoeuvred him into a small single bedroom and onto
the bed. As usual I began stripping him and was most amused to hear a
gasp from Kurt, who then joined in. We had just  got Les down to his
pants when I caught Kurt having a crafty feel.

His face went bright red as he realised that I knew exactly what he was
doing and he began to look very worried indeed. To put him at his ease, I
grinned, reached over and ruffled his hair. Then we got the pants off Les,
leaving him in his jockey shorts. This is where I usually stop and put him
under the covers. However this time I took a careful look at him and
decided he was totally out of this world, not that it mattered, he never
remembers being put to bed, so I gently pulled his jockeys down
allowing Kurt to see their meagre contents. Now don't get me wrong,
Les has a nice little cock, but I'll bet Kurt had more in his own pants.

It was difficult to keep a straight face, the poor boy looked so eager
when it became obvious that he was going to get a peek, then got a look
of abject disappointment when all was revealed. I pulled them back up
and we covered the unconscious Les.

Young Kurt was now looking most despondent, his idol had turned out to
have feet of clay, well, let us say, he just was not as well equipped as
the kid had hoped. Now, of course, was the perfect moment to strike. I
took Kurt's hand, pressed it firmly into my crotch and grinned
lecherously  at him.

No, I'm not hung like a horse, not even the legendary twelve inches of
man meat. However, I am a good bit bigger than what I have found to be
average; anyway what I have between my legs certainly got Kurt's
attention! He began rubbing it in an attempt to find out what it was like
hard while I got my hands on those buns. God, it felt good. Ignoring Les,
we went onto a clinch and I went for his tonsils with my tongue. Kurt
seemed to have no hang-up about being kissed and groped by a man. The
only annoying bit was his jeans were too damned tight for me to slip my
hand down the back of them. I didn't want to open the waistband in case
we were disturbed, so I had to content myself with enjoying the feel of
his butt through the denim.

Now, I know that straight guys are into tits, they go on and on about a
girl's breasts, sometimes for hours. For me it is buns, they are
wonderful, so beautifully moulded, firm, sensuous, and best of all, you
can fuck them. They come in loads of shapes and sizes, some muscular,
some soft and gentle. Amongst the best are teenage buns, a perfect
mixture, soft and muscular. In the boy's butts department it looked like
Kurt could score a perfect ten.

This was the start of my attack on Kurt's masculinity, he got to play
with my cock and I got to feel his bum. If I got my way he would lose
any ideas of fucking anyone, man or woman, and develop an appetite
only for cock. Come to think of it, mine would be a good place for him to
start.

Eventually we had to rejoin the party but only after we had lost our
erections. Now Kurt began playing silly games with me. He kept very
subtly groping me and trying to make me hard. It didn't work until he got
the bright idea of shoving his butt into my groin. Wow, did that work! Ah,
the little innocent, he thought he was playing his little game and he was
in charge. Later he would find out whose game it was and who was
running it.

Mercifully his brother came over and the game was put on hold for a
while. It seems that Wolf was making very good progress with a young
lady and requested that I too be put up for the night. Gunter also said
that there was a second spare bedroom available, so I may continue
drinking without the worry of driving home.

While this was sounding good, I had a feeling that if I was to be  caught
creeping around in the dark, or found in the wrong bed in the morning, it
might well be frowned upon. So Kurt got back to his game and I resolved
that he would pay for it or I would die in the attempt. Finally I fought
down an erection long enough to go for a refill of beer. This, you may
note, was my second glass of beer and it would be my last, as my plans
for the night required me to be reasonably sober.

At the bar a rather large girl (no, not fat, just tall and well built) of about
twenty-five summers was demonstrating her ability to down a half litre
of rather fizzy German lager in a single draught. A little light went on
above my head as I had a very naughty idea.

"I've got five Marks that says you can't do that again!" I said.

Some kind person translated my bet and, with a contemptuous look at
me, she downed a second glass. Naturally I looked suitably impressed,
paid up and stepped back, just as another guy offered her ten Marks to
do it again. From here on it was automatic, the bets rose and the beer
sloshed down her throat.

Now, if you remember the twenty minute rule you will realise why the
young lady in question managed to put herself on the outside of no less
than six half litres of the stuff before she began to go all wobbly. As she
was escorted, rather hurriedly, away by some of the other girls the rest
of the females began to mutter darkly about men getting women drunk.
You will by now have noticed that if anyone gets drunk it is always the
fault of us males.

However my small investment of five Marks had paid off nicely. One
large, sodden female was now occupying the bed so kindly offered to
me. The bed Les was in was far too small for two guys, so where would I
sleep? Ho hum!

This point was soon resolved by Gunter, who looked rather put out by
the turn of events. He told me the sad news of the girl becoming totally
incapable, and in no condition to be put in a car, thus commandeering
my bed. He rather embarrassedly asked if I would mind sleeping in the
attic. I immediately said it would be OK, and then he seemed to be a bit
lost for words but finally confessed that I would have to share a bed with
his younger brother, Kurt.

Bingo!

I swear that if it had been a movie I would have got an Oscar for my
performance as I reluctantly accepted his offer. He then went and told
his brother the arrangements and I must admit the lad had enough sense
not to whoop for joy, jump in the air and click his heels. He just did the
stroppy teenager act, which went down perfectly.

Gunter returned to me and said, "Perhaps I should get you a taxi."

My heart hit my boots and bounced around down there for a moment.

"Why?" I asked, cursing myself for overacting the reluctance bit.

"Well, he's never had a girlfriend and I think I've seen him look at other
men..."

Ye gods! The lad had been positively drooling over Les, honest, he was
in grave danger of treading on his own tongue. Then he couldn't keep his
hands off me, not to mention the fact that he's as camp as a row of pink
frilly tents, and Gunter, who lives with him, is only slightly suspicious!
Hell's teeth, straight people are as blind as bats.

"Oh don't worry about that, I'm big enough to look after myself. I'll be
able to deal with him if he gets a bit too, er, frisky," I said.

I have a great love of telling the absolute truth, while making the person
listening to me believe that I've said the opposite. I had every intention
of dealing with Kurt, the instant we got through the door of his bedroom.

I was left with Kurt, surreptitiously grinding his ass into my groin, while
I concentrated on trying not to imagine what it would feel like when my
cock was in him. I also noticed that couples were slipping behind the
curtains, just one pair at a time. Kurt casually nodded in that direction
as one couple slipped out, but I shook my head. I had no wish to be
caught alone with Kurt while his underwear was being used to keep his
ankles warm.

Eventually people began to pair up and ship out. Gunter had been coming
on strong to one girl all evening and looked like he was scoring. Good,
that would stop him from getting too nosy in the night. Wolf had left with
a girl so he was out of the way. Les would be dead to the world for at
least ten hours, unless he was physically dragged out of bed, so I looked
at Kurt, winked and nodded in the direction of the stairs. The time for
the demise of Kurt's manhood was nigh.

It was a tad difficult to keep my hands to myself as I followed Kurt up
the stairs. His delicious buns were directly in front of my face, bobbing
tantalisingly. On the second set of stairs, leading to the attic, and out of
view of the others, I gave in to my lusts by grabbing him by the hips and
burying my face in his butt; he squealed delightfully.

It appeared that the complete attic had at some time been converted
into a self-contained flat, perhaps for some aging relative who wished
for some semblance of self-sufficiency. I made for the loo and shut the
door. It was quite a small room and I was able to go through the
bathroom cabinet while I took a piss. I was desperate for some form of
lubrication.

I found a box of corn plasters, a bottle of what I took to be a laxative, a
styptic pencil, a tube of Sterident, an old-fashioned open razor, a bowl of
shaving soap and a shaving brush. As Kurt didn't look like he needed to
shave yet, I assumed that it had once been Grandpa's part of the house.

Further raking around brought me to the conclusion that Grandpa had
suffered from several gastric complaints, slow bowel movements and a
fear of people knowing he was going grey. Luckily I also found a bottle
of baby oil, less than perfect, but it would have to do.

When I rejoined Kurt I found that the bedroom was quite large and
contained a double bed. Kurt turned to face me, no doubt intending to
snog for a while. I pushed hard on his chest and he landed flat on his
back on the bed. Quickly I had his socks and shoes off. I then pulled him
to his feet and pulled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it on the
floor. It was then the work of seconds to unclip the jeans and drag the
zip down. The jeans and underwear went in one swift pull then at last I
could get my hands on that ass! In passing I noticed that his body was
slim, quite smooth and apart from a small blond bush and a dusting in
his armpits, hairless. His cock was, as I had predicted, slightly larger
than what Les had, so a good size for his age. Like most European lads,
he was uncut.

About here I had better explain my views on gay guys. They come in
three sorts. The first is like me, a top. I fuck guys, I suck cock, I let
other guys suck my cock, I love butts, however nobody EVER fucks me.
The second kind is the more usual gay, he sucks and gets sucked, he
fucks and gets fucked. At the very the bottom of the heap is the third
kind, the bitch. A bitch is there to keep tops like me happy. A properly
drilled bitch is little more than a girl with no tits, a cock at the front and
effectively a pussy at the back. Now despite what you might think, the
cock on a bitch is most useful, it lets me decide when the bitch gets to
cum.

Normally I would discuss these points before the fun starts, but in this
case we had no common language, so I just had to demonstrate it.
Getting him buck-naked and leaving me fully dressed was as good a
place to start as any. A nice beginning to the erosion of any ideas of
manliness that might have accidentally formed in his mind.

I lifted Kurt up by his buns and held him in the air for a moment. Then I
slid a finger between his buns and rubbed his ring. He didn't seem
distressed by it so I wriggled my finger until it was inside him, at the
same time I again shoved my tongue into his mouth, thus attacking him
from both ends. He responded by wrapping his arms round my neck and
his legs round my waist. This not only made supporting him a bit easier,
it made finger fucking him a lot simpler, too. It also signalled his
acceptance of me as the top dog.

His ring was nice and tight, a virgin ring, not a well-ploughed furrow. I
also got the distinct impression that no one had finger fucked him
before. This last observation was caused by him trying to suck my
tongue out of my mouth every time I tickled his prostate. Now, I'm not
usually into virgins - they can get freaked out too easily - but in Kurt's
case I wouldn't mind, as breaking his will would be worth the extra
effort.

But it was time for another lesson in who was boss, so I recovered my
finger and dropped him back onto the floor. I then pushed him onto his
knees, grabbed his head and shoved his face into my crotch. I rubbed it
over my hard dick and then released him. Again he got the message and
began unzipping me. Within a few seconds my manhood was on display,
waving in front of his face, pointing to where the wall met the ceiling
just above the bed.

He admired his prize for a while, seemingly in awe of it. I suppose that it
was the first adult erection he had seen that close up. I gave him a few
moments to inspect his new toy then I wrapped my hand round the shaft
and offered the head of it to his mouth.

Nothing happened and I was unsure if he was genuinely unwilling to
suck cock, or just didn't understand my offer. With my other hand I got a
handful of his hair to hold him steady and then wiped the head of my
cock across his lips. Now he cottoned on and, to my mind, rather
reluctantly opened them. I pulled back my foreskin, exposing my glans
to the softness of his lips and thrust it between them before he realised
what was happening to him.

God, it looked lovely, his beautiful young face distorted by my hard cock.
I let go of his hair and my cock and used my hands to strip off. He just
stayed on his knees, gazing up in wonder as I undressed, unresistingly
holding my cock in his mouth. I gave a couple of thrusts with my hips
and he got the idea fairly fast and began to move his lips over the head
of it. Nice!

I couldn't get my shoes and socks off without bending down so I pulled
him off my cock and lifted him onto the bed. He lay on his back and
watched me get shot of my footwear. OK, Les I am not, but I do have a
fairly good body. If you like them compact and hairy that is. I was only
slightly taller than the kid, but he was still rather willowy and my upper
arms were more muscular than his thighs. I reckon that I had more hair
on my chest than he had on his entire body; yes, including his head.

I jumped onto the bed beside him and confused him by going head to toe.
I took hold of his nice stiff little cock, pulled back the foreskin and
began to lick the head of it. Judging by his gasps this was a novel
experience for him. I slid my hand round the back of him and slipped a
finger back in between his buns. Although he was tight, he made no
objection to me entering him. After a moment he noticed that my cock
was waving around in front of his face and worked out what a 69
involved.

Now I began to teach by example. Using my tongue and lips I did
something nice to his cock and he did the same thing to mine.
Everything was going beautifully until he tried to finger me. A quick slap
on the wrist knocked that idea right out of his head. Only one butt was in
for a workout tonight, and it wasn't going to be mine.

Now if I had tried to get my cock into his tight little ring, I would have
shot my load before I had even got the head into him. Well, it had been
an age since I had screwed anything but my right hand; we had been
working night and day. So I decided that I would start the evening with a
blowjob. Since we seemed to have settled the "Me Tarzan, you Jane"
bit, and what with me being a proper gentleman, it was ladies first.

He realised that he was getting near his climax and began to try to
escape. But, with one hand over his buns, the middle finger of which
being inside him and the cause of all his problems, and the other hand
having a firm grip on his dainty nuts, he had little hope of getting away.
The moment I felt him give in and go with the flow, the hand on his nuts
released them and went down to clamp his head on my cock.

Teenagers cum in a quite different way from men; they lose all control
and it positively shoots out. One moment you have a cock in your mouth,
then it bucks violently and you have a mouthful. Now either he had not
shot his bolt for a while, or I had really turned him on, because I got my
money's worth of nice, thick, gooey boy cream. I kept up my attack on
his prostate until there was nothing left. Ah, the delightful way his ring
went into spasms on my finger and his entire body was wracked with
convulsions. That would feel nice when he did it when I was inside him.
As I said, bitches have cocks for one good reason, allowing me to say
when they come.

But if ladies go first, then gentlemen come second, and I did. I could tell
by the fight he was putting up that he wasn't exactly at one with me on
the idea of me shooting in his mouth. Still, if you don't consider the
consequences of putting a dick in your mouth before you do it, then you
have no one to blame when things go awry later.

I slid my finger out of him as I now needed both hands to hold his head.
His long blond hair was coming in most useful here. When I stopped
shooting, his struggles died down a bit and I was able to free up one
hand. This I used to stroke his throat until he finally gave in and
swallowed, just like a good little bitch should.

I pulled out and turned him round until we were face to face. There were
tears running down his face and I could see the fear in his eyes. He had
got what he wanted, a man in his bed, but he now knew that he had
mounted a tiger, and while the ride was wild, dismounting might be a tad
tricky. However, he clung to me like a child, so he was still enjoying
things. If I had gone too far he would have been fighting to get free. Yup,
little Kurt was getting a taste for being submissive and a big high from
the fear of the unknown. This night held lots of promise. But, for the
moment, I became the kind and cuddly lover, while my balls recharged.

I now discovered that kissing and cuddling was Kurt's forte and a happy
half hour was spent before my hormones began demanding something a
bit raunchier. My cock was like a ramrod again so I slid it between his
legs and gave a few thrusts, just to see how he reacted. He wriggled
delightfully as I rolled on top of him and play-fucked him. I wonder when
he worked out that it was going to end up inside his ass. I would never
actually rape someone, as it's just too easy, but it's more difficult to
make him want me in there.

First, I rolled onto my back with him on top of me. Then I put my hands
under his armpits, lifted and manoeuvred him until his cute little bum
cheeks were above my face, and lowered away. Look, you are either into
butt or you aren't. I'm into it, fingers, cock and tongue. But whoops, I
realised he was having another first as he began making negative noises
and began to struggle to get away again. God knows why, it was my
tongue and his ass; if it had been the other way round I could have
understood it.

As they say, might is right, and I, being much stronger, got my way. Of
course as soon as my tongue got to work on his ring, he quickly changed
his tune. About fifteen seconds after the first contact he was wriggling
about happily on my face. I could feel the stubble on my face scratch his
tender little butt cheeks. I have a heavy beard growth and if I had
thought that I was going to score, I would have shaved earlier.

Alternating between my finger and tongue, I gave his ring a good going
over. I was careful not to stretch his ring too much as I prefer doing that
job with my cock. I just loosened him up enough to allow me entry,
without having him scream the house down. And since I was in there, I
made sure that his prostate got a good working over, which made him as
randy as a fiddler's bitch. All too soon he would be wanting something
more interesting than a tongue or finger in there. He was playing with
my cock; it seemed to hold a great fascination for him, any moment he
would work out where it should go.

It took slightly longer than I had thought to get him round to my way of
thinking but in the end it happened. I was lying there fingering him when
he suddenly rolled over on his face, opened his legs and pulled his buns
apart with both hands. Naturally I just smiled and carried on with my
finger. He caught hold of my cock and pulled it in the direction of his
ever so inviting bum.

I reached for the bottle of baby oil, then made a meal of greasing him up
and, by the time I was finished, he was begging for me to shaft him. To
his surprise I rolled him onto his back and knelt between his open
thighs. There I took my time lubricating my cock, watching his face as I
did it. The looks of fear and anticipation that flitted across it were
wonderful to see.

I encircled the shaft with the forefinger and thumb of my right hand and
ran them down to the base. I have quite large hands but I could just
touch the finger and thumb tips together at the base. I slid my hand off
my cock and showed him the girth of what would soon be inside him. He
whimpered most delightfully.

Before he could lose his nerve I reached back and grabbed his ankles. I
then put his legs over my shoulders. Leaning forwards I sort of curled
him up on the bed. This is my favourite position for a fuck as it is almost
impossible for the bitch to get away from you, the legs are held nicely
apart, the ring is in a perfect position for entry, but best of all, I can see
the bitch's face the whole time.

Putting on my best devilish grin, I guided my cock until the head was
nicely engaged with his ring. All I had to do now was relax slightly and
let gravity do the work. The head slid in, he stiffened, his eyes bugged
out and I could almost smell the fear. I stopped my slow fall into him,
pausing until he relaxed again. As soon as I felt the pressure ease off I
dropped a little further. God, his tight little ass was pure magic on my
cock, so warm and soft against my hardness. The look on his face also
gave me a big kick, he was realising just how far out of his depth he had
got.

I was about half way in before he seriously tried to stop me. Ah, this was
the fun bit, watching him figure out that he was trapped and there was
no way of avoiding his fate. The sensation of having your cock firmly
embedded in someone who is doing his damndest to escape is beyond
description. A real power trip.

But would he fall into the ultimate trap? Yup, after several minutes of
useless struggling, that, if anything, had the negative result of getting
me about three-quarters of the way up him, he fell for it. Unused to the
sensation of his bowels running in reverse he tried to use them to force
me out, not realising how weak a force they can exert. However, what
he didn't realise was, this movement automatically relaxes his ring
almost totally. With a happy sigh I slid the full length of my cock into his
perfect, tight ring.

I had spiked the bitch! Now I kept still for quite a while until Kurt
stopped shaking. Just for fun I held my right hand in front of his face,
making a circle with my forefinger and thumb, showing him how wide
his ring was stretched. He shivered and it felt good on my cock. I
wanted him to stay fearful, but I didn't want to terrorise him. It was the
sort of kick that you get on a roller coaster that I wanted him to
experience, fear running right along the very edge of panic, but no pain
or real danger. Then gradually he would realise that I was an expert and
let me have my way.

As soon as he settled down again I made my dick twitch. It was obvious
from the expression on his face that he had never felt anything like that
move inside his guts before. He made a slight moaning noise and his ring
gripped me tighter. I pushed my groin into those buns and shivered with
delight. Now it was time to pork the bitch!

I started very gently, just rocking my hips, hardly moving my cock at all.
It was a joy to behold; slowly he gave up his body to me and a faraway
look came into his eyes. Gradually I increased my stroke length and
began to really enjoy myself. Ah, the exquisite feeling of running the
entire length of my weapon back and forth through his once-virgin ring is
one that I shall remember for the rest of my life.

Judging from the blissful expression on his face, Kurt had found a new
forte, getting fucked. After a while he began to gently play with my
chest hair. I leant forwards and kissed him. He sucked my tongue out of
my mouth and into his. Now he was really out of this world and it was
time for me to get my jollies.

I broke the kiss long enough to spit on my right hand then resumed my
caressing of his back teeth with my tongue. I reached down between us
and gently retracted his foreskin. Now I cupped the naked head of his
nice little cock in my wet palm and began to rub it all over. This
instantly caused an over stimulation of all the sensory nerves in his
glans. It is so far over the top that it is almost painful. But as I said, he
was in no position to stop me.

Now came the fun bit, Kurt had my tongue in his mouth, my cock deep in
his butt rubbing itself over his prostate and his own cock on overload, all
he could do was, let it happen. His body began to shudder, and that ring
that had been giving me so much pleasure started to tighten up on my
thrusting cock! Over the edge he went and I really had to fight it or I
would have been pulled over with him. I just managed to control myself
and got to enjoy the spasms that wracked his young body as wave after
wave of pure pleasure swept over him. Before he could come down I
really stuck it to him. Five hard strokes and my own orgasm hit. I had to
suppress a whoop of triumph as I dumped my load as deep inside him as
I could get it.

One, once-virgin ass, now perfectly fucked!

Exhausted, we lay in a sweaty heap, still connected at both ends. I
slowly recovered my tongue and pushed myself up on my arms to look at
him. Dishevelled is not quite strong enough to cover his description, but
"thoroughly fucked" would do nicely. Mind you with all my chest hair
matted with sweat and gasping for breath, I was in less than peak
condition myself. I rolled sideways, keeping my cock still in him.

I made it twitch and his ass responded by gently squeezing on it. It was
a reflex action and Kurt seemed to be slightly disturbed by the idea that
I was still running his ass. However he made no move to separate from
me and we lay next to each other in a weird tangle of limbs as the sweat
went cold on our bodies. He whimpered again as I slowly withdrew from
him.

We disentangled and I stood up, pulling him up after me. I led the way
into the small loo and sat him on the toilet while I washed my dick in the
basin. I could hear the intermittent plopping as my spent cum dropped
from his well- rogered ring. Yes, I know that I'm a pervert, but I get a
kick from that sound.

Eventually he stood up and turned round to pee. Whoops! That's a no-no!
In my book, bitches who just get fucked also have to sit down to pee,
and only real men are allowed to stand. OK, I know that real men fuck
girls and not guys, but it is my pet peeve, not yours.

"Setzen!" I barked, using up a fair percentage of my German.

Kurt looked confused.

I grinned maliciously, adding, "Fraulein."

This time he understood me all too well. My, my, don't blonds blush
beautifully. However he complied with the order and sat down to pee. In
the corner of his eyes I could see the tears of shame forming. When he
had finished I opened my arms, he stood up and rushed into them. He
was adapting to role-playing a female most satisfactorily. So we hugged
and kissed while I plotted his next humiliation. After several minutes we
broke apart and I looked at myself in the mirror. Yup, I could use a
shave. I got out the shaving gear, stropped the razor until I was
convinced I couldn't get it sharper. Then I ran the brush under the tap,
whipped up a lather in the soap bowl and applied it to my face.

Now for some reason all teenagers who do not yet shave are fascinated
just watching a man shave and Kurt was no exception. He stood behind
me with his arms round my waist, holding my cock and balls in his hands
and watching my face in the mirror. When I had finished I wiped off my
face, closed the lid on the toilet and helped a very bemused Kurt up onto
it.

I got a firm but gentle grip on him by encircling his cock and balls with
the forefinger and thumb of my left hand. This didn't seem to worry him
too much, but when I grabbed the shaving brush in my right hand, a
distinct look of alarm crossed his young face. Yes, Kurt was going to
have his very first shave, but it wouldn't mark the passage from boyhood
to manhood, it was intended move him in quite another direction
altogether.

I daubed the lather onto his cute little bush and ignored the whinging.
However, when I exchanged the brush for the cutthroat razor he began
snivelling, something I cannot stand, so I growled at him. That did the
trick and he actually stood perfectly still as the blade came into contact
with his skin.

With great care I gently drew the blade across his pubic bush, severing it
from its roots and allowing it to fall, encased in blobs of shaving cream,
onto the floor. Normally this job only takes me a minute or two, even
less if I only have to take off a nominal bush like Kurt's. But I dragged
the job out for quite a while as he stood, looking down, expecting to see
blood at any moment. By the time I was finished his crotch was totally
hairless and as smooth as a baby's bum. Honestly it took about five
years off him. Of course, he would later have a bit of trouble from the
guys in the changing room at school, and in a couple of days it would
itch maddeningly, but these were not my problems, were they?

Finally, satisfied with my handiwork, I released him and cleaned up the
mess with a damp facecloth. Now while he might have been making
some fearful noises, this did not mean that he wasn't getting a kick out
of it, too. Why his little cock was as hard as could be, and as mine was
in a similar condition, I reckoned it was time for another fuck.

Back in the bedroom, I got him onto the bed on his hands and knees. I
turned him until he was across the bed with his adorable butt facing me,
conveniently at groin height. I got some more oil into him and onto me,
then I slipped my cock between those two luscious orbs. This time I
didn't stick him right away, I just enjoyed the way his buns caressed my
weapon as I slithered it around between them. Eventually I rubbed it
against his weakened ring; there was no surprise on my part when the
head glided right in without a fight.

Kurt sighed and I reached for his hips, slowly but steadily, pulling his
soft young body back onto my raging erection. Ah, the joy of feeling his
ass swallow me up. His warm, clinging wetness was divine. I kept on
pulling until I once more had the bitch totally impaled on my cock. This
time he was the one who twitched, naturally my cock responded by
bucking deep in his guts. The feeling must have given him pleasure
because he kept on doing it until I started to fuck him properly.

This time, as he was more used to having a man in him, I used longer
strokes, in to the hilt, then back until only the head was left inside. From
where I stood I could see my cock disappear up him. It always amazes
me how bitches can take me so easily. Now watching your manhood
running in and out the ass of a seriously cute young German tends to
make you really hot. If you have not tried this yet, then I can really
recommend it. But, if I was getting hot, then my bitch had to be hotter.

With that in mind, I reached down, took his right hand and placed it on
his bald crotch. The message was quite clear, "jack yourself off,
darling." It seems that Kurt was one of those German lads who likes
following orders because he was soon pounding his pud like the best of
them. As his orgasm hit, it caused his ring to do a lot more than a few
playful twitches on my now pistoning cock, it was positively trying to
milk my load out of me. Actually there was no way I could have stopped
myself filling him for a second time. There is something very animalistic
about pumping your load into a bitch. I love doing it, but I can't fully
describe how it feels.

I shuddered to a stop and left my cock, in to the hilt, swimming around
in its own juices, as the last of my load leaked out and dripped into his
guts. For some reason, a lot of bitches like you to stay in them until you
go soft. One once explained to me that it feels like they have finally
conquered your erection. I don't mind leaving it up them until they are
happy as I have had my pleasure out of the thrash and it seems such a
little thing for me to do to feed their perversion.

Kurt appeared to be one of them and I had  a job getting my own cock
back. I had a feeling that he would have happily gone to sleep with me
still blocking his back passage. Eventually I did pull out, but I made it as
agonisingly slow as possible, with the occasional little thrust back in,
just to keep his hopes up.

This time in the bathroom he was the perfect little bitch, never even
thought of standing up, but went a bit red when he let go sitting down.
Mind you, I think it was me watching him like a hawk that did it. Once
more I got my kick out of hearing him strain to get my cum out of him.

Back in the bedroom it was time for a bit of shuteye, out went the light
and once more I became the big kissy-cuddly daddy as we dosed off in
each other's arms.

I was awakened from a rather erotic dream (no, I will not bore you with
it as I hate being told other people's dreams) to find that my cock was in
someone's mouth. It took me a moment to figure out where I was and
where my cock was. Yup, sweet innocent, little Kurt was trying for a
crafty blowjob in the middle of the night. For a while I lay back and let
him get on with it, then I reached out and fingered him.

He gave a small groan of defeat that made me smile. I was quite
surprised at how much I had slackened his ring and decided to see if he
could take me on spit. This involved pulling him off my cock and sitting
him on my face. My tongue could now get a respectable distance
through his ring and while he was enjoying it I was getting as much
saliva inside him as I could. While I was doing this, I could hear raised
voices from somewhere below, then a door slammed. No one seemed to
be coming upstairs, so I ignored it.

I lifted him off my face, spat on my hand and transferred it to my cock,
which was already quite wet from his mouth. I then moved him down my
body and lowered him onto my waiting member. He was learning, he
guided the head of my cock until it was just nestling in his ring.

Once locked on target I let go and he was free to spike himself on it. He
took me by surprise with the savageness of his downward movement,
what we call in the business a "hole in one." No gentle prodding, no
subtle slipping in, just in up to my short hairs in one sudden thrust.
Judging by the groan that he emitted, he overestimated his capacity, but
as I instantly had him by the hips, there was no backing off. However, I
didn't move until I could feel him relax.

Just before I released his hips, I made an up and down motion with my
hands. If a bitch wants to be fucked in the middle of the night, then I'm
not going to do all the work, but I'm happy to provide the hard cock.
Soon I was lying on my back, hands behind my head with Kurt bouncing
up and down on my meat. Man, that is wonderful, his lithe young body
being used to jack me off. Not to mention the buns being ground into my
crotch on every down stroke.

I was getting near the edge when an unusual thing happened. Without
any prompting from me, he grabbed his own cock and began furiously
jacking himself off. He must have been fairly hot because it was only a
few seconds before I felt his body convulse on my cock and the warm
splatter of boy cum on my chest and face. One gob landed on my lips and
I quickly licked it into my mouth. That did the trick for me and I started
some very urgent thrusting motions from my hips, all of which
culminated in me spraying his innards with my seed again.

Most males temporarily lose all interest in sex directly after an orgasm,
that is half the fun of making the bitch come first, but I'm different. The
only thing that I lose is my erection; my sex drive just lowers slightly. I
reached over and turned on the bed light. Now I could see the wads of
Kurt's cum on my body. Slowly and with relish, one by one, I wiped them
onto my finger and then licked them off again. Kurt went a little bug
eyed. Poor baby, he hadn't seen anything yet.

When I was clean, I lifted him off my now limp cock and to his horror
lowered him onto my face. I snuggled my face between his buns and,
taking my time about it, licked my load back out of him. Unfortunately I
couldn't see his face, but if the noises he was making were anything to
go on, he thought it was revolting. Not that it mattered one way or
another, I always make sure that I keep a firm grip on a bitch under such
circumstances.

After he was cleaned out, it didn't take a lot of effort to make him lick
my cock clean. Finally I put out the light and cuddled him again. I hope
he learned the rule; bitches can initiate sex in the middle of the night if
they wish, but there is a price attached.

Now, the trouble with attic rooms is they tend to have a window in the
roof. Kurt's bedroom was no exception, and to make matters worse, it
faced east, so dawn woke me. Thank God it was early spring and not
midsummer or I would have got no sleep at all.

My own bedroom back home has thick curtains because once the sun
has awakened me there is no getting back to sleep. Kurt did not seem to
suffer from the same problem and was a bit reluctant to wake. It took
little effort to roll him over on his face. He made mewling noises as my
tongue entered him and began to prepare him to be fucked. I don't think
he was fully conscious even when I rode my cock through his ring.

I have heard that some guys actually get a kick out of fucking someone
who is totally unconscious and I suddenly realised why. It is the total
lack of any resistance and complete mastery of your partner's body that
fuels that particular depravity.

But unfortunately my partner was coming round very fast, not that being
awake altered the fact that he was getting fucked. It was fun to watch
him realise his situation; at first there was a mild panic, then the
memories of the previous night must have flooded back and he relaxed.

This time as I reamed him out I reached round and began to play with his
nipples. Now if you are a guy, you either hate someone tweaking on
them, or you love it. He loved it, so I happily obliged him, rolling them
between my fingers.

His next move caught me completely off guard. His fingers closed over
mine and pressed them quite tightly on his nipple. No words were
needed to tell me he wanted a bit rougher stimulation. Experimentally, I
nipped both of them simultaneously and he thrashed about beneath me
in a most satisfactory manner.

Now I am not seriously into pain. I do not like being hurt, and I don't like
really hurting people. However, if Kurt liked to have his tits tweaked, I
could manage that. I soon discovered that Kurt's reactions were directly
in proportion to the amount of pressure I applied. So I squeezed and held
on tight as he bucked like a horse trying to unseat its rider. Fair enough.
If he wanted to do all the work again it was fine by me. He must have
been jacking himself off at the same time because I recognised the now
familiar feeling of his ring going into spasms as his orgasm struck.

I eased off the tit play after his nuts emptied and just concentrated on
my own pleasure. He was now totally relaxed beneath me and for the
first time I really let rip. He just lay there and let me pound into his butt,
and as I came, he deliberately squeezed on my cock; it was magic.

This time he didn't need to be held as I rimmed him, nor did he have to
be told to clean my cock. Later in the miniscule shower I hugged him,
caressed his buns and ran a couple of fingers in and out of him while he
played with my chest hair. Actually I think he was as totally taken by my
body hair as I was with his bum.

We got dressed and descended into the still sleeping house. Of course
we ran into the mess from the night before. I'm not a tidy freak, but the
chaos that was the remains of the party was too much for me and I
started cleaning up. Kurt reluctantly joined in, but only after he
discovered that there was no occasional kiss or cuddle if he didn't.
Thank goodness he was not wearing the tight jeans today, so I could
easily slip a hand down the back of his pants and into his naked butt as
the mood took me.

Actually, if two of you work at it the mess soon gets cleared. All the
plastic glasses and other disposables were soon in the bin; the reusable
stuff in the dishwasher and the place was looking more presentable,
when Kurt opened the curtains behind the settee.

Now, as I said, the previous night there had been a bit of a shenanigans
going on behind the curtains, couples covertly slipping behind them and
later equally covertly slipping out again, now all was revealed. Behind
the curtains was a bay window. Each of the three windows was covered
with a Venetian blind. So there was a nice quiet spot for a couple to get
together, as it were.

Kurt was just about to open the blinds when something on the floor
caught his eye. He bent down and retrieved the object and burst out
laughing as he held it up for me to see. It was a pair of knickers, the
kind you would buy in a sex shop. They were made of a really bright
scarlet silk trimmed with black fun fur. At the back and front,
conveniently placed holes were also trimmed with the same black fur.
Kurt playfully held them across his waist and made mock, fucking
motions with his hips. Silly bitch, giving me ideas.

I grinned and nodded, Kurt's smile vanished and his mouth dropped open.
Then he shook his head, but I nodded again, not smiling. Slowly and very
reluctantly he took off his pants. I went over and took the kinky knickers
out of his hand and pulled his Y-fronts down to his ankles. He stepped
out of them and I held the knickers open for him to step into. When he
had done that, I slid them up to his waist. Again it was most obvious
that, although he might protest, he found it sexy as I had to stretch the
waistband wide to get it over his erect cock.

I stood back to view my creation. A stunningly beautiful blond teenager,
wearing the most outrageous pair of kinky knickers, with a throbbing
cock and balls sticking through the fur at the front. He did a pirouette for
me; he was getting more girlish by the minute. I move closer to him and
slid a finger through the other hole and into him. Slowly our lips met and
he tried to deep throat my tongue. However we suddenly heard someone
moving above, so he quickly put his pants back on, while I picked up his
Y-fronts and stuffed them into my pocket.

As it turned out it was a false alarm, most likely someone going to the
loo for a pee. We retired to the kitchen looking for breakfast. Kurt
started the coffee pot and I got myself a bowl of cereal and some milk.

I was still eating the cereal, in fact I had just put a spoonful in my
mouth, when Gunter walked in. It took a heroic effort on my part not to
spray milk and cornflakes all over the table, he was wearing only a
rather skimpy pair of ice blue scants!

He had been wearing rather baggy clothes the night before, and they had
done a most effective job of hiding their contents. His hairless chest
was magnificent and his body trimmed down, over a flat belly, to a
narrow waist. From his navel. a line of blond hair led my eye down to the
top of his scants, where it tantalisingly widened just as it disappeared
beneath the thin fabric. The scants in no way hid the fact he was male
as they had a bit of difficulty holding their contents. His legs were
muscular and covered in blond hair. If he had oozed sex the night before,
while fully clothed, now almost naked, he positively radiated it. I was
rather surprised the paint on the wall didn't begin to blister and peel.

I was fully aware that Kurt was just about wetting his kinky knickers
watching me drink in the masculine sexuality of his older brother.

"You have tidied up! You really should not have done that, you are my
guest, " he said.

Actually he sounded dead pissed off about something. He turned to the
fridge, so I looked at Kurt and raised an eyebrow. Kurt made a circle
with his forefinger and thumb then worked his other forefinger through
the hole making the universal sign for a fuck, at the same time he shook
his head violently. Obviously he recognised the symptoms, his brother
had failed to get his leg over the previous night, and was a bit grumpy. It
also explained the raised voices and the slammed door in the middle of
the night.

"Oh it didn't take any time at all as Kurt helped..."

I sort of dribbled out at the end as my attention was somewhere else.
The back view of Gunter was as outstanding as the front and his ass
could only be described as magnificent. Unlike Kurt's soft boyish one,
his was muscular and hard. Such a pity that I would never get to sample
its delights, then he bent over to get a yoghurt from the fridge! Ye gods
watching his scants strain to contain his buns was making my heart
race and there was no way I could leave my seat as I now had a
thumping great hard on.

"Kurt? Clear up? You are making a joke with me?" said Gunter, as he
straighten up, closed the fridge door and got himself a spoon out of a
drawer.

"Oh, it took a bit of coaxing, but eventually he did his share," I said, not
really telling a lie.

"You must show me how you did it, I usually have to pay him," said
Gunter, as he sat down opposite me and tore the top off his yoghurt.

Oh, my gorgeous Gunter how I would love to show you how to get your
beautiful little brother to cooperate, but I suspect it would freak you out.

So I just smiled, hopefully enigmatically.

"He did not try anything on, did he?" asked Gunter, carefully not looking
at his brother as he spoke.

"Well he did, but I dealt with it," I said.

Again I told the truth, but I'll bet Gunter got the wrong end of the stick.
Before Gunter could react, Kurt asked him something in German. All I
could tell from the exchange was Kurt wanted something and whatever
he wanted was causing Gunter some confusion.

Eventually Gunter said, "He has asked me if you can stay another day."

"Not a problem," I replied.

"But you had to slap him down to keep him off you."

Oops, the truth was just about to surface and Gunter was between me
and the front door.

"No, I said that I dealt with it."

"Meaning?"

"He made a pass at me, obviously wanting to have sex with me, I
granted his wish," I said, getting ready to run.

"But you are not a gay," Gunter said.

Now this is a thing that really gets right up my left nostril. Some
straights have got the idea firmly fixed in their heads that all gay guys
are nelly queens with limp wrists who can't talk without lisping. But I
was a guest and I must be polite to my host. Anyway his insult was
totally unintentional.

"Actually, I am gay," I said, not quite through clenched teeth, but close.

"But you work with Les, and he said he was an engineer."

Oh Gunter, didn't anyone ever tell you that; if you find yourself in a hole,
for pity's sake stop digging!

"I had to take up electronic engineering, other gay guys had got all the
good jobs in ladies hairdressing, fashion design and airline cabin staff," I
said, giving in and resorting to sarcasm.

"You are having fun with me?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Good, because I cannot believe that you are a gay."

I sighed.

"If you would care to step into your bedroom with me and let me take off
your sexy scants, I'm sure that I could remove all doubt from your mind,"
I said. This time my teeth were clenched.

There was a long silence in which all three of us looked at each other.
Kurt had not been following the conversation and had his head cocked,
quizzically, to one side. Gunter rapidly brought him up to date in a volley
of German, during which Kurt went quite red, then nodded.

Gunter turned to me and said, "So you were telling the truth, you did
fuck my brother?"

I nodded.

"You do know that he has only fifteen years?"

I was about to make my usual remark that, "if there is hair round it, then
he is old enough" but I remembered just in time that there wasn't any
more.

"He started it," I said, failing to point out that this was just a
technicality as I would have got things going even if he hadn't.

Gunter was silent for a while then asked Kurt something. Kurt replied
sounding very positive. A brief smile flitted across Gunter's face at
something his brother said.

"He says he did start it, and that you are very good."

At that point I was literally saved by the bell, the doorbell to be precise.
We all looked at each other, Gunter nodded to Kurt to get the door and
rushed off upstairs. Kurt and I answered the door. There we found a
young lady, whom I recognised from the previous evening. She had that
slightly dishevelled look of someone who has woken up, pulled on some
clothes and dashed out. She said something to Kurt who ushered her in.

Gunter, now wearing a dressing gown, came down the stairs and joined
in the conversation. The girl moved behind the settee and began looking
for something.

"What has she lost?" I enquired, innocently.

"I am not sure, she only described it as an article of clothing," answered
Gunter. "Did you find anything when you were cleaning up?"

Hmm yes, but currently your brother is wearing them and I'd rather not
discuss that just now as it would be a wee bit too embarrassing for
everyone.

Thinking fast, I pulled Kurt's Y-fronts out of my pocket and held them up.

"I found these on the floor," I said, once more avoiding a lie.

Kurt had to turn his face away as his control was slipping. The girl
looked up, did a double take on the Y-fronts, almost laughed and
resumed her search. Gunter's eyebrows made a dash for his hairline.
Eventually she gave up her search and left.

"You have Kurt's underpants, so what is he wearing?" asked Gunter,
when the three of us were safely alone.

"Tell him to show you," I said, sidestepping the question.

There was a brief, sharp, exchange between the brothers, culminating in
a barked order from the elder one.

A very shamefaced Kurt slowly took his pants off. The reason for his
reluctance was soon exposed for all to see, he was as hard as a rock.
His brother growled something and he pulled his T-shirt over his head
and dropped it beside his pants.

Gunter signalled to his brother to turn round and Kurt obeyed. Very
slowly Gunter began to shake; it got slightly more violent before he
exploded into laughter. Kurt and I waited on him subsiding.

"Well, now I do believe that you are gay," Gunter managed to gasp, "and
you have also convinced me that my suspicions about him were well
founded, but I wonder why she took them off  since they are more or less
designed to be worn for sex"

"If my memory serves me correctly, she went behind the curtain with a
gentleman who looked distinctly Arabic," I said.

"So?"

"Er, from my personal experience, Arab males can be quite large and she
may have been afraid he would, hmm, damage them."

"An Arab? Good God, she is getting married in a month, her husband-to-be
is out of town on business, and she is getting herself fucked by other
men!"

"Well, I only saw her go in there with one," I said, in mitigation.

Gunter stepped closer to his brother and looked perplexed for a moment,
then he pulled at the waistband of the knickers and peered down, then
said, "But what happened to his hairs?"

"I shaved them off."

"Why?"

"I'm kinky that way. I think it makes him look younger. Don't you think
so, too? Want me to shave yours?"

"No, thanks. I did that once myself when I was his age. It itched like
crazy for days when they grew back."

"You can spare him that discomfort by shaving him regularly," I pointed
out.

"I do not think he would let me," mused Gunter.

"Just tell him you're going to shave him and he'll let you."

"What else did you do to him?"

"Just the usual stuff, anal and oral sex."

"He sucked your cock?" asked Gunter.

Careful, Gunter, you let a little bit of excitement creep into your voice
there. I think you're a bit too randy after not getting it last night.

"Yes, after I showed him how to do it."

"You sucked his cock!" said Gunter, in total disbelief.

"It is one of the things that us gay guys are good at doing."

Gunter looked at me and made eye contact. There was a long pause and
I swear that I could see his brain working. Eventually I was the one who
broke the silence.

"Ever have a guy suck you off?"

Oh dear, Gunter, you don't have to answer as your red face has just done
it for you.

"Well, when I was at school there was this other kid..."

The silence came back, Gunter teetered, and I decided to take charge.

"If you want me to do it to you, you'll have to ask him if he'll let me do
it."

Gunter looked at me in amazement, "What makes you think I would want
you to?"

"After a while, you get the ability to recognise the symptoms of a guy
who is hoping for a blow job. Besides, you didn't get it last night and I
suspect that you are just a bit jealous of Kurt."

"What makes you think that?"

"Your little brother told me that you failed to score, and I heard your girl
leave after an argument in the middle of the night. Besides, we both
know that you want it," I said.

That last bit seemed to open a chink in his armour. Obviously he was as
horny as hell and I suspect that he liked having his cock sucked. Strange
the way a straight mind works, having a guy suck you off is not actually
having sex; well at least it doesn't make you gay, does it?

"And why should I bother to ask my brother's permission?"

"Politeness," I volunteered, "you are borrowing something that he thinks
is his."

There was another exchange between them. This time Kurt was putting
up some resistance. He ended it by simply shrugging.

"Well?" I asked.

"He... he... he insists on watching," said Gunter, none too happy with the
idea.

"Fair enough, no doubt he'll learn from observing," I said and led the way
up to the attic before any minds could be changed.

Once there, I swung into action and removed Gunter's dressing gown
before he could protest. Kurt tried to suppress a snigger as we noticed
that Gunter's cock was now so erect that it was sticking out the top of
the scants. But not for long, as I was soon on my knees and pulling the
scants to the floor giving his manhood its freedom.

I was pleasantly surprised to see he was almost as big as me in that
department and, like his brother, uncut. The sizable balls were already
partially retracted against the base of his shaft and the line of hair from
his navel expanded into a lush bush of blond hair.

I eased his foreskin back, revealing a small, crystal clear bead of
precum glistening in the slit, giving a further indication of how horny he
was, and so I began my happy task. I've made quite a study of the art of
cocksucking and when I end up blowing a guy I usually get compliments.
This time the only difference was they were in German, and they kept
making Kurt giggle quietly.

Kurt now caught my eye, he was kneeling on the floor slightly behind his
brother. There was a pleading look on his face. I winked and nodded,
well as near to a nod as you can get when your face is full of man meat.

While Gunter was enjoying the job I was doing on his cock. I decided to
feel his buns. He had it clenched tightly and it felt wonderful. I tickled
him in the area just where the butt ends and the back of the leg starts.
Nearly everyone enjoys this and I felt his buns relax. I could now slide a
finger between them and just touch his ring.

In my native Scotland, we have a saying "Caw canny." The literal
translation means, "turn carefully" and was originally used when you
were winding the bucket up from a well and didn't want to spill any
water. However, it is now used to mean, "proceed with great caution."

So I began to caw canny and took the greatest care not to alarm Gunter.
Of course the easiest way do that is to seduce him with pleasure.
Having your ring rubbed gently is quite pleasurable. I carefully got some
saliva on a finger of my free hand and transferred it to his ring. If rubbing
a dry finger over your ring is nice, a wet one is nicer.

Now, with infinite care I gradually increased the pressure on his ring as I
rubbed my wet finger round and round it. Ever so slowly my finger
slipped into him. Still keeping him distracted with what I was doing at
the front, my invading finger slowly crept up on its unsuspecting target.
That oddly flat, smooth area right behind the base of his cock.

You see, gay guys are used to having things run across their prostate,
some of them quite outlandish things too I might add, but with straight
guys this tends to be virgin territory, so the reaction is always a little
extreme the first time you hit them there.

Of course, it would have been so easy to make him shoot, but I wanted
to give him a really good time. So it was up to the edge and back.
"Brinkmanship" it's called in politics, "lover's balls" is what we call it in
gay circles. He finally broke and began groaning and I knew that the end
was near. I removed all pretence of a subtle attack on his prostate and
began to massage it properly. Almost instantly his hips began to buck
and his load jetted into my mouth.

Kurt moved quickly and I felt his cheek touch mine. On the next back
stroke, I came right off Gunter's cock and I moved immediately to one
side. Kurt was in position for the next forward stroke and he got his big
brother's cock in his mouth well in time to catch the next shot.

I ran Gunter's seed round my tongue and I appreciated its stronger, more
masculine flavour. My finger was still working his prostate and I could
feel every time he jetted into his little brother's mouth. I was happily
swallowing my share when I looked up at his face. His eyes were
screwed up, but as the orgasm passed he slowly opened them and
looked down. Seeing Kurt sucking furiously on his cock very nearly
freaked him out, so I discreetly removed my finger.

Gunter stood swaying and I think he was swearing in German. Eventually
Kurt let go of his brother's cock and sat back on his haunches and
grinned up at him.

Gunter ignored his brother and addressed me, "When did you change
over?"

"Just after you started shooting."

"But why?"

"He asked me if he could have a taste and I agreed."

"I never heard him ask."

"You weren't watching closely," I said, grinning mischievously.

"How the Hell did you get a finger inside me and what the fuck did you
do in there?"

I ignored the first part and carefully brought Gunter's knowledge of his
anatomy up to speed on the second part.

"So that is why gays like getting fucked?" he asked.

"Apparently," I replied.

"Apparently? You are not sure?" he asked, sounding slightly amazed.

"Well, no one has ever managed to fuck me, so I wouldn't know. I'm into
asses, but they are always other guy's asses," I explained.

"Right, show me where his 'hotspot' is," he said nodding to his brother.

I got to my feet and dragged Kurt to his, then I bent him over and slid my
middle finger into his ass. My, that fun fur did tickle, but I hit the mark
and Kurt began to squirm around on my finger. Gunter hunkered down to
get a closer look. I pulled out and invited him to have a go. I expected
some reluctance on his part but there was none; he just slid his finger in.
If Kurt's reactions were anything to go by, big brother hit the spot
directly.

"Can you show me how to butt fuck him?" Gunter asked, removing his
finger.

"You don't know?"

"I have only tried it with girls, but never with success," he confessed.

Yeah, I'll bet. You would just try to ram it up her the same way you took
her from the front. No wonder the poor girl screamed.

I quickly stripped off and noticed that Gunter had a good look at what
lived between my legs.

"OK, first you must be sure that he is not too tight. Now at present, he is
quite slack from all the action last night," I said.

I moved Kurt to the bed and got him onto his hands and knees. I spat on
my hand and wet my dick with it. I then demonstrated a very slow entry.
Oh yes, kinky knickers definitely add to the fun of a fuck. Gunter's jaw
dropped as he watched my dick slide in and out of the back hole of the
panties.

"You are not hurting him?" he asked.

"Ask him what it feels like?" I parried.

There was a prolonged conversation between them as I ploughed my
furrow happily.

"He says that it is the greatest sensation in the world,"  said a slightly
awed Gunter.

"And I suppose that you'll want sloppy seconds?"

"What?"

"Fuck him after I have finished with him."

"Fuck my own brother?"

"He just sucked your cock."

"But he's my brother, I have the responsibility for him."

"He will be very convenient when there is no girl around and you feel
like some fun, or like last night when you ended up frustrated," I said,
with a grin as my eyes took in Gunter's rising cock.

All this talk was making me hot and I just managed to stop Kurt from
jacking himself off.

"Right, now I'm going to give him one," I said, grabbing the teenager's
hips and lengthening my stroke. Kurt began wriggling and soon I was
dumping my load in his, now not-so-tight, little ass.

"You know, that is the first time I ever saw another guy orgasm," said
Gunter, as I recovered my cock from the depths of his brother.

I then carefully took the kinky knickers off the lad; they might just spoil
my view. Gunter copied my actions, wetting his cock and slowly shoving
it up his younger brother's ass. When he was fully home, I got on the bed
and under Kurt, who was still on his hands and knees, into a 69 position.
Here I had an unrestricted view of the large shaft moving in and out of
his ass. Gunter was taking it slowly and it was a joy to watch as he had
a nice hip action.

I felt my cock being licked clean and I could now see Gunter was also
watching his cock at work. Now to make things exciting.

"Hold on tightly to his hips," I said, "the show is about to start."

I slid back a bit and took his cock in my mouth. Then I got hold of his
nipples. He started groaning as soon as I touched them, most likely in
anticipation of the stimulation that was definitely coming his way. In a
fully controlled manner, I increased the pressure on his tits. Gunter had
taken my advice and was now holding the hips firmly. The teenager was
being assaulted from every direction; he had a cock in both ends of him
and a continuously increasing arousal from his tits. He began to really
writhe about. His cum was soon in my belly and his brother's was in his
ass only seconds later. I let the small cock slide from my mouth and it
hung above, dripping warm boy cum onto my face.

After a while Gunter tried to pull out but Kurt said something that
stopped him.

"He will not let me have my cock back," Gunter complained.

"Leave it in him until it goes soft, then make him lick it clean for you," I
advised.

"That is filthy, why would I want that?"

"I've taught him to enjoy it. He gets a kick out of being humiliated," I
said, lying on my back watching Gunter's balls slowly slacken and droop.

"That was wild at the end, what did you do to him?"

"I tweaked on his tits and made him cum in my mouth. So you enjoyed
being inside him when he came?"

Gunter grunted his agreement.

After a while, he pulled slowly out and I pulled Kurt onto my face. He
had two loads inside him and I wanted the lot. Again, his widened ring
could not resist my tongue as I licked him out. Gunter was making some
funny noises when he figured out what I was doing.

"I do not believe you did that," he said, as I released Kurt.

"Hey, it's fun and the kid enjoys it. Besides I'll bet you've eaten out a girl
before," I said, getting off the bed.

"Yes, but not after I fucked her, and certainly not after she had been
fucked by two different guys," he protested.

"Sex is dirty, if it's not dirty then you're not doing it right." I said, as I
caught Kurt playfully by the neck and forced him to his knees before
Gunter.

Kurt required no real pressure from me to clean up the cock that now
dangled before his face.

"How do you do that?" Gunter inquired. "I have got to plead with him or
pay him to do anything, even clean the house."

"I don't plead with him, but he knows that if he wants to have fun with
me, he just has to do as he is told," I explained.

Gunter sort of nodded in a distracted manner and said, "I have never
thought of him in any sexual manner before, somehow I have a deep
down feeling that it is wrong."

"Now don't try to tell me that you are not enjoying what he is doing to
you," I said, slyly.

"Yes, I am most definitely enjoying it and that is what is worrying me,"
Gunter said.

"In what way?"

"I might get to like it. Also the way you control him attracts me in all the
wrong ways," Gunter said.

"Ah, you fancy having a sex toy," I asked.

Gunter blushed and sort of nodded.

"He has excellent potential, he craves affection, I've brought his
feminine side to the surface, he now likes being used for sex, and he is
into being humiliated," I said.

Kurt had now finished his task and stood up, turning to me with an
expectant look on his face. I took him in my arms and kissed him, my
hands naturally went between his buns, caressing him before I began
finger fucking him.

When we came up for air, Gunter asked, "You like kissing boys?"

"Yup," I replied, "wanna try?"

This got a rather reluctant nod from Gunter. I released Kurt and grabbed
Gunter, planting my lips on his. Ah ha! He was expecting to kiss Kurt,
not me.

Again, I was careful to caw canny, covering my intentions with a thick
coating of pleasure. Once more, I tickled the base of his buns, but
getting him to open his lips was less of a problem than I had imagined. I
guess he liked French kissing because we were soon fighting with our
tongues. Now, as I had suspected, Gunter was a dominant type. When a
boy kisses a girl, he is naturally in charge, but when it is two boys,
either one gives in, or there is a fight. Gunter was, of course, surprised
to find he was meeting resistance and tried to take over. I wouldn't let
him and we reached a stalemate. Now was the moment to strike, I
emptied my lungs by breathing out through my nose and refilled them by
sucking all the air out of his lungs. I don't think anyone had ever done
that to him before and while he was off balance, I took over.

I don't think he even noticed my finger was in him until we parted our
lips.

"You like my butt?" he asked.

"Oh yes, it is stunningly attractive."

"You are not thinking of trying to fuck me, are you?"

I just grinned.

"I know I would not like it," he assured me.

"Can't I even kiss you there?" I asked coyly.

"God, you really are disgusting," he said.

Oh well, he didn't say no, so I dropped to my knees and turned him
round. He did not resist. My entire field of view was filled with the
heavenly image of his manly ass. Two spheres of muscle and, if I played
my cards right, all mine. Using only my face, I nuzzled my way into his
crack. Ah, the musky smell of an adult male, then my lips found their
target and he moaned.

After my tongue had done just a few moments work, he was actually
holding the cheeks of his ass apart so I could get further in. Gradually I
introduced my finger as well and, while my tongue kept him happy on
the outside, my finger found its mark on the inside.

By now he was ranting in his own language and I just kept up the
invasion of his ass. I suddenly stopped and withdrew, causing him to cry
out in disappointment. He got on the bed without any problem and lay
face down. I think he was expecting to be mounted directly, but I went
back to using my tongue and finger on him. I felt something being put
into my free hand. It was the baby oil bottle; Kurt had handed it to me. I
pulled my face out of his ass and began lubing him up.

As long as I kept the finger moving inside him, he was letting me do
what I wanted. I handed the bottle back to Kurt then pointed to my cock.
He now oiled my manhood, ready for the assault on his brother's
gorgeous bum . I got the head of it against Gunter's ring without
problem, then I withdrew my finger and slid the head in. He stiffened!

"Relax, trust me and you'll enjoy it," I said, in his ear.

"Do you know how many girls I've used that line on?" he said, ruefully.

But he relaxed and I made the slowest penetration of my life.

Eventually he said, "How much is left? I can not take much more."

"Oh, come now, are you telling me your little brother can take more than
you? Anyway, I'm almost there."

Shamed, he let me sink in until the muscular buns were pushed firmly
against me. Here I had to stop. First he needed to get used to me and
second I would shoot my load if I wasn't careful. No callow youth was
now between me and the bed, it was a full-grown hairy-assed male, and I
was up him to my short hairs. It is a completely different sensation from
being inside a bitch as you can't relax your guard. After all, he could
have tried to fuck me and that added some spice to it.

"Tell me when you are ready," I said.

"What would happen if I asked you to stop and take it out?" he asked.

"This would happen," I said, slipping my arms up in between his chest
and the mattress, then looping my hands over his shoulders locking our
bodies together and beginning a thrusting motion with my hips.

"Rape?" he asked.

"No, you willingly let me in, but you have just passed the point of no
return, try to get away and see what happens."

I'll give him this, he did try and he almost succeeded. But my grip was
the perfect one for the job, and it is not the first time a guy has tried to
buck me off him. So my experience let me win the day and gradually he
subsided. Then it took him to Heaven with a slow gentle fuck. I got a
perverse satisfaction in knowing I had dumped my seed in both brothers.

"And now you know what it feels like to have a guy cum inside you," I
said, as I squirted the last drops into him.

He made no protest as I got him to sit on my face; I suspect he enjoyed
the feeling. Anyway, he got a good view of his little brother licking my
dick.

After that, we got cleaned up properly in the tiny loo. Kurt forgot himself
and had to be told to sit down if he wanted to pee.

"God in Heaven, what you do to the German language is terrible. But why
make him sit down like a girl?" asked a bemused Gunter.

"It stops him getting ideas and reminds him that he is the one who gets
fucked," I explained.

"You have only known him a few hours, yet you control him completely."

"Some guys just love having their lives run for them. I can sense it and
naturally I take advantage of it."

"I do not see what they get out of it."

"I took you over when we were kissing and again when I fucked you, and
you seemed to be getting a kick out of it."

Gunter went red and didn't reply, but I noticed his cock started to rise at
the memory. Given time, I could take him, but it would be a continuous
battle he would never totally surrender his masculinity to me; I could tell
he wasn't good bitch material.

Gunter departed for his bedroom and got dressed. I also put my clothes
back on. I handed the kinky knickers back to Kurt who put them on
without a protest, earning him a kiss and a groped butt. Kurt recovered
his clothes from the lounge and put them on again. Then we all met up in
the kitchen and resumed our interrupted breakfast.

Les finally descended and joined us. As usual after drinking, he was
hung over. Gunter got some cheeses, sliced cold meats from the
fridge and a selection of bread. I got a cup of coffee for myself and
another for Les. I ate a hearty breakfast; Les nursed a cup of black
coffee. If only he would treat his beer the same way.

Eventually there was some sort of commotion upstairs. Gunter said
something to Kurt and they both hurried out.

"What happened last night?" asked Les, as usual.

"Let me see, would you believe, you got drunk and had to be put to bed?"

Les groaned.

"Then a rather large lady did a passable imitation of your party trick and
also had to be put to bed."

"What happened to you?" he asked.

"Well, what with all the spare beds being full of snoring drunks, I had to
share."

"You managed to sleep a night with Gunter and not make a pass at him?"

I gave him a wolfish grin and said, "Gunter was entertaining a young
lady last night."

There was a pause; I think the coffee hadn't kicked in yet.

"You slept with the kid?"

"Eventually."

"Oh my God, are you trying to tell me you screwed the ass off Gunter's
kid brother?"

"Oh, I wasn't his first choice as a bed mate, but you were, er,
indisposed."

"He was after me? I don't believe you!"

"Well, I caught him having a quiet grope around in your crotch area while
the pair of us were putting you to bed."

"Hell's teeth!"

"Oh, he lost all interest as soon as I showed him what you've got."

"Bloody Hell! You flashed me to a teenager?"

"Hmm, if you stayed sober and put yourself to bed, such things wouldn't
happen. It is a good job I don't fancy you. God alone knows how many
times you would have woke up the next morning with a sore bum."

He glared at me and muttered about me having all the luck.

"Oh very little luck was involved, all I had to do was to let you get
sloshed."

"What about the fat broad getting drunk, that was just a coincidence?"

"She wasn't fat, just large and it was no coincidence."

"OK what happened?" he asked.

I told him the details of my five Mark bet and its results.

"Is there no depth you will not sink to just to have sex?" he asked.

"The lad was willing and the spare bed was getting in the way of my
plans. Anyway, I had an excellent night, how was yours?"

He ignored me then asked, "What happens if Gunter finds out you have
been having it off with his brother?"

"Nothing!"

The coffee must have been working as I could see the penny rolling in
his mind. It dropped with an almost audible clunk.

"Don't tell me you had Gunter too?"

"OK, I won't tell you."

"But you said he had a girl in his bed."

"Ah yes, but he never actually screwed her, she left in high dudgeon in
the middle of the night."

"And you took advantage of his excessively randy state?"

"Oh come, come, I relieved his sexual tensions."

"You're despicable!"

"You sounded just like Daffy Duck when you said that."

From the "noises off" it sounded like the brothers were getting the large
lady out of the house. Good, the sight of me might just jolt her memory
of the night before, and, as I said, she was a big girl.

Les seemed very uncomfortable, now that he knew what I had been up
to and soon made his excuses and left, having made arrangements to
collect me about noon the next day.

Gunter, Kurt and I then went out for a walk. I was amazed at the beauty
of the medieval architecture and I must say that the St. Sebald Kirche
was absolutely stunning. We stopped off for lunch at my expense and
didn't return until early evening.

All foreign programmes on German TV seemed to be dubbed but they
could get CNN in English. So as Gunter and I sat on the settee watching
the news, Kurt amused himself by sitting between us, a cock in each
hand, trying to keep us both hard.

After a while Gunter said, "My little brother is begging for it, shall we
fuck him?"

By way of an answer, I killed the TV, stood up, closed the curtains,
pulled Kurt to his feet and stripped him down to his kinky knickers. I
then faced him and lifted him off his feet. He responded by wrapping his
legs round my waist and his arms round my neck.

"Let's do him standing up," I said to Gunter. "You'll need quite a bit of
spit as you're going first. Don't strip off, just pull your cock out and fuck
him."

"Why?" asked Gunter.

"Bitches like to be naked and fucked by a fully dressed guy."

"What exactly is a bitch?" he asked.

"A bitch is a guy, who only gets fucked by other men but never fucks
anyone. And, provided you keep them in their place, they are very useful,"
I explained, "Just make sure you never let Kurt get the upper hand.
You must always treat him like a girl, kiss and cuddle him but make sure
he doesn't get a taste for fucking."

My fingers were lubing Kurt up with my spit until I felt the wet head of
Gunter's cock push against them. I guided him through the furry knickers
until he targeted on his brother's ring. I felt him push his way in and the
shaft now ran through my fingers. This way I would get to feel every
movement of the fuck.

Kurt and I kissed while his brother fucked. When I detected Gunter was
getting close to the end, I told him to tweak some tit. This caused Kurt
to writhe in my arms most satisfactorily. I could feel his little cock being
pushed up and down my belly. Presently I felt Gunter's cock buck
between my fingers as his load rushed up it to fill Kurt's guts.

As Gunter's wilting manhood slid out through my fingers. I lowered his
brother to the ground. Unbidden. he went onto his knees and began to
lick his brother's cock. When it was clean, he stood up and was lifted
into Gunter's arms.

I unzipped my fly and pulled out a painfully stiff cock. I didn't need much
spit as Gunter had left him in a very sloppy state. Playfully, Gunter lifted
him up onto my cock and lowered him again, most effectively spiking
him on it.

This is a rather good way to fuck a bitch. The other guy is carrying the
weight and all you have to do is move your hips. As I slid my weapon in
and out the slushy ass ring, I could feel Gunter's strong fingers touching
the shaft. Sloppy seconds I always find to be fun, my dick riding on
another guy's cum. The fact that it was incestuous cum made it that
little bit more exciting. There was no rush so I took it slowly and gave
the bitch a really good time. When I was ready, I reached round with a
wet hand and began doing far too nice things to the very hard cock I
found there. I wrapped my free arm round Kurt's belly and really began to
hump. As usual, I won and the bitch's hot load was soon going all over
the place. A little later mine was going in a very specific direction, up
into Kurt's now well-irrigated interior.

I stood there, cock in bitch, until I was soft, then I slid it out. Gunter
held his brother while I got down and cleaned him out, then he was
kneeling in front of me doing his duty.

Kurt now grabbed the TV remote and began watching some programme.
I put my cock away and went into the kitchen. After raking around in the
fridge I found what I needed. Crisco it wasn't, but I didn't intend to fist
the kid, just slacken him up a lot.

After the programme was over, I got the knickers off Kurt and laid him
across my knee. He seemed amused that I was using cooking fat as a
lubricant but made no complaint as I fingered it into him. His brother
watched with interest but made no query. When I had packed his ass to
my satisfaction, I stopped and waited. Well, the stuff was straight from
the fridge and I wanted it a good bit softer.

After a suitable interval, I began with one finger. Ah, he was nice and
greasy in there. I wound my finger in circles. The second finger soon
joined in and with two in his ring the slackening moved a pace as I was
able to spread the fingers apart inside him, then pull them back out.
Gunter said nothing until I slid a third finger in.

"How many fingers are you going to put in him?"

"The lot. I'm going to get the palm of my hand in, only my thumb will be
left on the outside," I replied.

"But why?"

"He'll need to be that wide for what we are going to do to him next," I
said, wearing my best dirty grin.

"And what is that?"

"Wait and see, I guarantee it'll be fun and we'll scare the living daylights
out of him."

There was a question from Kurt, a reply from Gunter, then they seemed
to argue for a while.

"He wants to know what you have in store for him," said the elder
brother.

"I'll just bet he does," I said, allowing the fourth finger to join its mates
inside Kurt's back passage, "but the waiting without knowing will add to
his tension. You must never let a bitch become too complacent, they
bore easily."

It took ages, but when I finally had the teenager slack enough to let the
palm of my hand run in and out of him without protest, I was satisfied.
The thought crossed my mind how this had been a tight little pucker, all
virginal and cute, less than 24 hours ago and I nearly creamed my pants.

I lifted him off me and told Gunter to strip. I also shucked off my clothes
and, when Gunter was naked, I had him lie on his back on the floor. He
looked beautiful there, buck naked, muscular, with a very stiff cock. I
lifted Kurt and impaled him on his brother's rigid member. His legs were
astride Gunter's waist and they were facing each other.

"Pull him down on top of you and kiss him," I said, moving in behind
Kurt.

From this position, I had a nice view of the older brother's cock going
through the younger one's ring. Experimentally, I slipped my finger into
the youth along side the cock, no problem. A second finger was just as
easy but the third one caused Kurt to groan. A bit on the tight side, but it
was too late now. I pulled out, transferred some grease to my cock and
knelt behind Kurt. Now I put the head of my cock where my fingers had
been and pushed gently, letting only the head slip into him.

"God Almighty! Not both of us at the same time?" cried Gunter.

"He's still a bit tight, but I'll be very careful," I said, slithering just a
little more into the now groaning Kurt.

The next five minutes were spent getting a second cock into the
youngster. Then, following my directions, we slowly and carefully began
to fuck him. It was quite surprising how fast he got used to us being in
him and soon we were both doing our own thing, each screwing the
bitch at our individual pace.

I have been told by bitches that having two guys inside you at once is
something else again, their guts being pulled and pushed every which
way, and I'm quite prepared to believe them. From my side, it is also
quite different from an ordinary fuck. As well as having the walls of the
bitch's ass grip you tightly on the top and sides of your weapon, the
underside has a hard cock moving up and down it, while your balls keep
brushing the other guy's balls.

Gunter lasted a surprisingly long time, however when he did blow, it was
fun. The first indication I had was he gripped Kurt firmly and
strengthened his stroke. Then things got really wild as I felt his cock
piston his load in. In no time at all my cock was swimming in his cum
and it was lubing things up nicely for me.

I could feel mine coming on and Kurt sensed it too as he jacked himself
off spewing out his load over his brother's belly. All too soon his back
passage was home for another load of man cum, mine.

As I don't like eating ass that is that well greased, we cleaned up in the
main bathroom, Kurt sitting on the toilet squeezing to get all the cum
and grease out of himself. Of course by now the bitch was so slack back
there that it almost ran out all on its own. When he was empty his
brother and I shared a shower. Gunter made no objection when I slid a
finger between his meaty buns, so I kissed him and began to finger fuck
him. But we were only playing around as we were both sexually sated,
at least for the moment. Gunter and I dressed, but Kurt was left naked
on Gunter's orders. Gunter was catching on fast.

As Gunter was preparing dinner, he began to quiz me again on how I had
such a hold on Kurt. My domination of the kid seemed to fascinate him.

"It is fairly simple, you just set the ground rules," I said.

"Ground rules?"

"Yup! Rule 1, any girl that you are having sex with comes before Kurt, he
only gets her leavings. Then he always feels he is inferior."

"Hmm," said Gunter, sounding interested.

"Rule 2, if he pulls his weight doing work around the house, he gets to
give you a blow job."

"A reward?"

"Yup, he has got to work for it. Rule 3, if he does something extra, he
can get fucked."

Gunter nodded approvingly.

"Rule 4, on very special occasions, his birthday, or if he passes his
exams, he gets to spend the night with you."

"And what if he is a bad boy?" asked Gunter.

"Well, you have sex without him. The easiest way is to jack off in front
of him, but not let him get any."

"Yes, I can see the sense in that," said Gunter. "There is also another
way?"

Here I used my most evil grin and answered, "You let him watch you
screw your girl."

"Hmm, and I think that I know one girl who would actually enjoy doing
that," said Gunter, grinning thoughtfully.

He then translated the rules for Kurt, who didn't look too happy at all. In
fact, he looked miserable right through the meal. However at the end of
it, he cleared the table and put all the crockery and cutlery in the
dishwasher without being told to do it. This caused Gunter to wink at
me.

By bedtime, I was feeling hot and horny again. I suspect some of this
came from having a naked teenager squirming around on my lap kissing
and cuddling. The rest most likely came from having an arm round the
shoulders of his brother.

"How about a daisy chain?" I asked, as we entered Kurt's bedroom.

"What?" asked a baffled Gunter.

"OK, get him on the bed ready to be fucked doggie style, then you stand
on the floor behind him and fuck him and I stand behind you and fuck
you. Then you get the best of both worlds.

"Are you trying to turn me into a bitch, too?" asked Gunter.

I laughed and said, "It would be fun to try, but I don't think it would be
possible. You like using your cock too much."

I grabbed the baby oil, greased Gunter's hole, giving him a good fingering
in the process, then slapped a load on my cock. While I was doing this,
Gunter had the easy job of slipping his brother a length. He was nicely
embedded in the boy when I began to enter him. I didn't go all the way
in, just a little less than halfway. Gunter now started to fuck Kurt. As he
drew his shaft out of the lad's ring he pushed back and drove my shaft
through his own ring.

So with Gunter doing all the work, fucking his brother and himself, Kurt
and I had an easy ride. It must have been rather stimulating for Gunter
as I heard him say something to Kurt, who promptly began to beat his
meat. As far as I could tell the brothers made it together. I held on until
the last minute before spraying my seed up the still twitching muscular
bum of Gunter. Kurt insisted his brother stayed up him while I licked
Gunter out, next I emptied the younger brother. Kurt then had two cocks
to clean.

Just before we went to bed, I showed Gunter how to use a cutthroat
razor on his little brother. If they get used to not having a bush, after a
few months most bitches keep it shaved for life. So poor little Kurt didn't
sport pubic hair for very long.

That night Kurt must have thought he was in paradise, in bed with two
randy men. By the time Les arrived to collect me the next day, I was
totally shagged out. Judging by the look of Les as I drove back to the
border, he had got drunk again.

About 6 months passed, and I had all but forgotten the happy weekend,
when I got an Email from Gunter. By following my advice, Gunter now
had a nice, effeminate, little bitch for a brother, whom he put to good
use both inside and outside the bedroom. Gunter had made him take a
course in domestic science and the kid was now doing all the cooking
and most of the housework. Every morning Gunter had to shave Kurt's
groin and armpits. To please his brother, Kurt was spending all his
pocket money on steadily more bizarre, erotic, female knickers and
Gunter had to make sure that he didn't leave the house wearing them.

But apparently my suggestion of the punishment of letting him watch
while Gunter was on the job with a female had gone badly wrong. It
seems that Gunter had gone a little too far by making Kurt eat out the
girl after the fuck and Kurt had loved it. The girl in question was
obviously a bit of an exhibitionist and had really got her rocks off from
the whole scene. So now it was no longer a punishment, more of a three-
way treat.

Aren't some people strange?

The end.

As usual my thanks to RH for editing my scribbles into something that
passes for English.

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