Date: Wed, 11 Oct 2006 13:42:25 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: CUTE GERMAN BOYS

My name is Paul Bahn, I'm sixteen years old, have engaged in
a lot of sex -- with males, so you'll get the picture straight (if
straight is the right word for this story) and read on if
interested.  Also, to finish my introduction, I'm a size queen
and have a big-cocked, live-in boyfriend.

The boyfriend, twenty-two years old, is a guy that my
chauffer picked up in Berlin two years ago -- he has the
biggest fucking dick you can image and I love it.  That's right
-- I love it.  I absolutely love it.  His name is Jurgen Gephardt.
Among other reasons that I love him is that he's a top that
likes to fuck mouth and boy pussy, as well as suck cock (if
he's had enough to drink, which is not a rare occurrence).  All
he has to do is pull his big tool out of his pants and wiggle it
in my face and I'm his.  The only thing is that the bastard
knows it.

The best part though is I have him by the balls, too.
In addition to all his above described virtues/faults, Jurgen is
the male equivalent of a nymphomaniac. No one person,
myself included, could satisfy him but I have the financial
means to see that he is.

He knows the score and doesn't stray too far.  Among other
things (I wont exactly call it a fault) Jorgen is conceited. He
knows his fuck pole is God's gift to size queens and it's to my
advantage to let him keep thinking so.    He thinks he's the
only one that can satisfy me - little does he know I have
another side that I satisfy during his wanderings - one that
likes 9 or 10 year old, pale skinned, blonde haired boys with
either small, circumcised penises or ones with generous
foreskins on their little, virgin, playthings.  They can't
ejaculate but the ones that I engage like to have me play with
them and to play with me in return.  All of them are so cute
and most of them are so hot and so homosexually wise for
their age.

I'm beginning to sense doubts among my readers, guys
clicking their back buttons and looking for another story.  For
those of you who are still with me I'll tell you, in one word,
how all of this came to be - "Deutschmarks -- or Eurodollars,
as our money is now called."

I am the only surviving relative of Carl Bahn, of both the
WW1 and WW2 eras that made a fortune in heavy industries.
Of course, being a minor, I am under the thumb of the
attorney who is the administrator of the will -- luckily one that
is susceptible to taking a little under the table if it becomes
necessary for me to get my way.

One such occasion was a property in the southeastern corner
of Germany.  The area was not known for health spas but had
one, eventhough it had been unused for decades. It was in the
countryside outside Passau, near both the Austrian and Czech
borders, thus near Poland and Italy, but accessible from all of
Europe -- Scandinavia, Spain, France, Britain and even Russia.
Passau is a small village of unique beauty, for example, St.
Stephen's Cathedral that to just go inside and look around is
enough to convince you that there really is a God and also the
fact that the village is located at the confluence of three rivers,
the Danube, the Inn and the Ilz adds to its charm -- it's
uniqueness.

I considered the property ideal for my plans.  I'd always
fancied (for my own, selfish, sexual reasons) owning a sex spa
for men that had all the amenities of a cruise liner -- luxurious
rooms with stewards and a dining room with an extensive
choice of meals, bars, entertainment and no cash needed
during your stay (you were given a bill when you checked out,
just as cruise liners did).  You had only to sign your name and
give your room number for items from the gift shop, bar tabs
and sexual activities.   In brief, an ocean liner docked at an
island of homosexual pleasure - a place where you would be
met at the nearest airport, checked into a spacious room, then
given a complete massage by a handsome, hung, naked
masseur plus medications to cleanse your bowels and a
sleeping pill for a sound, relaxing sleep, from which you'd
awaken, eager to get some sex with another man of your
liking. In short a place where your every whim would be
catered to.

In the evening, or the next day, depending on your time of
arrival, when you woke up and browsed the picture book of
the boys available for sex -- some fifty of them, like Peter
from England, Michael from Ireland, Leopold from Poland,
Dominic from Italy, Dario from Germany and Boris from
Russia -- to name a few as well as the fact that all boys were
included in the room rates made all the guests happy, believe
me, and assured me that they'd come to Passau often, because
like all the guests, they'd pig out on sex.

Even Jurgen was in the picture book and a popular choice for
clients that, like me, were size queens. He made good money
in tips, too, as all the boys did.  The only tricks the guest had
to pay for were those instances when someone wanted more
than one boy at a time.  And, you'd be surprised, as I was at
first, how many men wanted another boy, even two.

In fact, it was through Jurgen, that I learned a fact about older
men -- it was difficult, beyond a certain age, for them to
climax and ejaculate even with one, well endowed, sex
partner like Jurgen. One man that Jurgen fucked needed
another cock to suck plus another to masturbate, all at the
same time.

Of course, the main point here is that the guy finally made it,
shot off in the cocksucker's mouth and got a face load from
the young guy he was jacking off, not to mention a load deep
up his ass from Jorgen's huge cock -- all of which assured that
he'd be back three or four times before a year passed because,
like so many guests told me, they loved the spa because of the
security and that the selection of sex partners was unequalled
so they were leaving, knowing for the first time in their life
what a wonderful, exciting world the gay community could
be, given the amenities of the Passau Spa.

Don't take me wrong.  Cruise liners have several thousand
people on board; I had only ninety-six rooms but quality was
not sacrificed for lack of quantity.

It required nine months to renovate the hotel of ninety-six
rooms and a separate building which contained a small pool
and the hot mineral water spa, plus constructing a third
building for the dining facilities, bar, theater and dance floor.
The architect recommended an interior designer that he
thought would do me a better job than a decorator.  I utilized
the time to find out where you could engage gay entertainers,
musicians, and schedule them for appearances.  I also hired an
advertising manager.

Even then, for some reason, we didn't have a rush hour when
we opened for business, but the lull didn't last for long.  At
first our clientele was loaded with elderly, wealthy men but
we soon corrected that with offerings of weeklong and
weekend packages that even included airfares via chartered
planes from selected cities and reduced rates for couples as
well as men under twenty-five.  Within six months, to my
delight and to my attorney's surprise, we were operating well
into the black.  I teasingly told him he should check in for a
weekend sometime.  His reply was "Don't hold your breath."
Little did he know that his twenty-two year-old nephew,
Wilhelm, was one of our wildest and most favorite young
boys among the picture book choices, not to mention one of
mine too.  The only reason he was with me was that
Universities, as yet, did not offer degrees in cocksucking.
When they do, Wilhelm will become a much sought after
professor. When he goes down on you, he can transport you to
a land of sensual, sexual pleasures beyond anything you'd
ever dreamed about, beyond anything you'd ever conceived
could be transmitted through your cock.

Early on, Jurgen became interested in the project and it was he
who suggested hiring young men from all the major countries
in Europe on the pretext that straight men liked a strange
piece of ass now and then and gay men probably would also
be intrigued with the possibility.  In fact, an unexpected
number of our clients were gays married to women and,
indeed, did like a strange piece of ass now and then -- not to
mention a strange piece of cock now and then, too.

It had taken me almost two years from time of purchase to
become fully operational and profitable. By now I was
eighteen.

Then one morning one of the workmen employed in
maintenance called from a warehouse under remodeling
saying the foreman was absent and he wondered if I could
come down and clarify the plans as all the workmen were
arguing as to what some aspects of them meant.  I walked
down, looked at the plans and settled their argument.  While
in the room, I noticed a young, blonde German boy of about
nine or ten, the most beautiful boy you could imagine,
standing in the room and he smiled at me when I looked at
him on the way back out, so I asked his name and who his
father was.  He told me his name was Julian and pointed to his
father.  His father spoke up and said he was raising the boy on
his own and had no alternative but to bring him to work.  I
sensed Julian would rather be someplace else at the moment,
so I asked if I could take care of the boy during workdays.
Both of them were eager to try it, and Julian walked back to
the hotel with me.

On the way I walked a few feet off the path and into the
woods to piss and Julian followed me.  When I took my dick
out, he took his out too and we pissed together.  I was cut but
he wasn't and he didn't skin back his foreskin.  It was the first
time I'd seen anyone, man or boy, piss out of a foreskin.  It
was a different stream entirely.  When finished, he pulled it
back and shook the few remaining drops from his cute little
penis.

I hurriedly stuffed mine back in my pants and zipped up
before it reached full erection.  I would have loved to play
with his but felt I shouldn't and that the first time I tried
would be the last of our new relationship.  His father would
probably have my hide first and then have me in court soon
thereafter.

The first day he was fascinated, first with the paper shredder
and how it worked then secondly feeding paper into it and
emptying the shredded paper into waste baskets.

The second day he asked what was behind the door in back of
my office.  I told him it was my apartment, he wanted to look
in there and when he came back out he asked me if I had a
play station and some games for the TV.  I told him I didn't
know what he was talking about but if he knew where to buy
them I'd get them.  He knew a bookstore in Passau that had
them so I drove him to town (I no longer needed a chauffer as
Passau was only around 50,000 population and I seldom used
the car). He came home with one play station and a shopping
bag full of games.  I never saw him the rest of the day except
at noon when I made him go to lunch with me.

When his dad came to pick him up, he asked if it would be an
imposition if I were to keep him sometimes over weekends, as
he was never able to go any place.  I didn't have time to
answer; Julian wrapped an arm around my waist and
answered for me. His dad looked at me for confirmation. I
said it wouldn't be an imposition at all, Julian and I got along
together just fine.

What I didn't tell him was that I only had one bed.

The weekends turned out to be from the dad's quitting time
Friday at 4PM until he came to pick Julian up at quitting time
Monday, or four days and three nights.  Jesus, it made me
hard just fantasizing as to scenarios that could occur if only I
had the guts.  I needn't have worried.

The very first Friday night he was staying over I didn't need
to explain we'd be sleeping together, or rather that he'd be
sleeping with me while I lay, wide awake with a huge boner,
not daring to even touch any part of his body.

I asked him if he wanted to shower. He replied his dad had
made him take a shower this morning so all he needed to do
was brush his teeth.  He used the bathroom first and after I'd
used it and opened the door to the bedroom, Julian looked at
me and smiled as he lay on the bed, no covers on him and
displaying his boy boner, foreskin back and locked behind his
little cockhead.

Hotter than hell, but still cagy, I asked "Don't you sleep in
pajamas?"

"I have some if you want me to put them on, but my dad told
me that since the spa is for men only and they come here to
have sex with some young men that they can pick from a book
of photos in their rooms, he told me you might like to fuck me
or have me suck your dick and that was all right and I should
do it."

I don't know what I did but I must have stared, open-mouth at
him before I was even able to answer.  When I did answer, I
asked, "Are you telling me the truth?"

Again he shocked the hell out of me with his answer.  "Sure I
am, look at my penis.  It can't lie and, as you can see, it's
ready. I even skinned it back so it would look like yours so
you'd like it."

"Julian, I do really want to.  But you're far too young to be
fucked.  Surely your dad didn't tell you to let me fuck you?"

"I added that. I want you to. I want you to love me."

Everything else is OK.  You aren't old enough to be fucked.
For that you'll have to wait.  I already love you, as you'll
know before tomorrow."

With that I lie down beside him and asked him what he'd
done in the way of sex.  He told me he liked to masturbate.

I asked if he'd done it with other boys.  He said no, the only
thing he'd ever done with another boy was with a boy that
lived in the apartment next door and they'd only showed their
cocks to eachother.

That made him a virgin in my book and upped my excitement
about a hundred degrees; I'd never dreamed something like
this would ever happen to me.  I told him to straddle me so his
penis was right in my face.  It was absolutely beautiful and
had that look of hardness than a penis can only achieve when
it's ready to shoot a load.  Of course, Julian was too young to
shoot.  I asked him if he could make his foreskin cover his
cockhead for me.  He replied that he couldn't, as he was too
hard so I slowly jacked myself while just looking at his
boyhood,

In front of my face, beautiful beyond description and on a boy
I had grown to love, I knew I was dangerously close so I took
his penis into my mouth and when I felt it begin to throb and
Julian begin to moan, I knew he was having a dry orgasm.  It
took me three strokes and I had an orgasm with him.

Sometime during the night I woke because he was sucking me
off.  In the morning we pissed together then masturbated
eachother. Breakfast was served for two hours so we went
early because a lot of new arrivals came in on Saturdays and
Sundays and headed straight for the dining room.

Part way through the meal, he asked me to look at the two
men sitting together at the table by the door.  I wasn't too
certain whom he was talking about, so he said, Jurgen and
Wilhelm, do you know them?

"Yes, do you?"

"Yes they come to our apartment every Sunday morning.
Jurgen fucks my dad while Wilhelm sucks him."

As you can imagine I was both astounded and more than a
little upset before I thought it out a little.  There was nothing
in our employment agreement that prevented them owning
automobiles or having sex off the premises. It would be
another month before I learned Julian's father was a small
time drug peddler and that was how he paid Jurgen and
Wilhelm for their services.

However, when I did find out I blackmailed them into joining
Julian and me once every weekend.  He watched me getting
fucked by Jurgen while he and Wilhelm 69nd.

This brings things up to October and I cannot for see the
future, so I must end this story.  I hope you enjoyed it.

Thanks for reading it and I feel compelled to add, because of
today's climate, that I have never been to Passau Germany,
have never inherited a lot of money, have never owned a spa
and have never engaged in sex, consensual, or otherwise, with
a child or teenager. The story is just a figment of a
storywriter's imagination.

If you were to type "Passau Germany" into your computer and
then "Search", you'd find one site has a wealth of interesting
photos Passau including the cathedral and the rivers.  It also
directs you to photos of other places all over the world -- all
spectacular photos. I think you'd enjoy them.

AGAIN, THANKS