Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2000 14:03:13 BST
From: John Stevens <ashkey37@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dieter

D I E T E R

by John Stevens


Story Code/s: M/b


WARNING:

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a boy and
a man: if this is not to your tastes, or if you're under age, or
such material is illegal wherever you live, please read no further,
unless you wish to be educated and/or have an open mind.

No animals were mistreated in the writing of this story, no
rain-forests were devastated nor any harm done to the biosphere.
In particular, no boy was hurt in any way - my curses on all those
who hurt boys in any way.a

This story is pure and total fiction - designed to be read with one hand -
it's for entertainment purposes only!

Any resemblance to any individual, alive, dead or yet to be born,
is purely coincidental ... so there!

This story tells you nothing about me or my tastes: except whether
or not I can write an arousing story! Like writers of murder
stories, I do not necessarily approve of any of the acts
described here - delightful though some of them may be!

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Holiday pick-ups are quite rare but I never go abroad without the
distant hope that something interesting might happen. One such
success happened on my last holiday whilst staying in Koblenz, a useful
place as base for my vineyard tours and always bursting to the seams I
felt with beautiful boys. That could be very frustrating in the summer
heat for they all seemed to be wearing nothing but brief shirts and
briefer still shorts!

Thursday was late opening night for the shops so I decided to spend
an hour or so seeing what was about in the way of talent before having
a meal and several glasses of wine. Wandering into the main shopping
centre, I ended up in a bookshop although my German is really quite
minimal. Near the back were a few chairs for customers' use and on
one, quite intent on a book, sat an amazingly attractive boy. And when I
say attractive, he was really quite staggering! Aged about 13 or 14, he
had dark hair, skilfully cut short on top but long at the back and sides.
His long bare legs ended in white trainers, no socks: otherwise, he was
dressed in a white casual shirt but on his lap, he had a sports-bag so I
had no way of discovering any indication just what he might have inside
his brief multi-coloured shorts.

Quite stunned by his beauty, I wandered round the shop, eventually
coming back to him again as he now stood by some shelves. Standing
as near as I dared, I pretended to be looking at the books but was really
inspecting him, now discovering that his shorts were in fact very brief
but despite being very tight, they gave no indication what he might have
to play with inside!

I walked round the centre for a while and although there were many
delightful boys about, he was easily the best! A little later, I came across
him once more so I discretely followed: either he didn't notice me, or he
didn't care what I was doing. Eventually, he left the Lohr centre using
the underground passage back to the older part of town. I was following
closely and lucky managed to stand directly behind him as he got onto
the escalator. Looking up, his curvy bum was just inches from my face -
most lust provoking and it would have oh so easy to kiss him! I was
already hard at the idea, but wisely contented myself with the
spectacular view. After that though, I lost him - pity for he was most
desirable!
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The next Sunday, in the late afternoon, I took the ferry across the Rhine,
intending to walk along the river-bank and see Koblenz from a different
angle. Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly found myself being spoken to and
turning, I was surprised to see that boy again, this time, wheeling a
bike along the riverside walk. In the extreme afternoon heat, his clothing
was a pair of blue satin shorts and a skimpy sleeveless shirt. Wonderful!

He seemed to recognise me and wanted to chat, but I managed to
explain that I couldn't really understand him! Nevertheless, he kept on
asking me where I was going and what I had in my camera bag. That
was easy to deal with and I showed him, quickly taking a few pictures
but after a while, he realised that we couldn't really converse and after
flashing me a devastating smile, rode off. I followed, rather dazed for I
was almost sure he had been after something! Or, was he just being
friendly? I could hardly think but as I walked along I cursed myself for
my inability to speak decent conversational German!

I soon came to the main river bridge and as it crossed the pathway I
discovered that there were several workshops built into the base, the
way through being rather complicated. Although dark down there, I
could easily see the outline of a bike leaning against the wall and its
owner standing by it! Approaching him, I smiled, "Hello!" He smiled
back, "Was heiss du?" I asked, discovering that his name was Dieter. So
far, so good so I added, "Wie alt bist du Dieter?"

"Vierzehn Jahr!" Came the reply - he was tall enough but his voice
was unbroken and his face was more pubescent than adolescent -
either way, time for the crunch! Not knowing if I had the right words
or enough grammar to use them properly, I asked, "Willst du wichsen mit
mir?" Right or wrong, that produced a knowing grin on his pretty
face. I didn't catch his muttered words of acceptance so I asked, "Wo?"

"Komm!" Dieter indicated that I should follow.

So, although feeling nervous, I did so, he leading the way over the
main road and then round the back of a small block of flats. Resting his
bike against the wall, he lead me through the back-door and along to
what was his own front-door. Producing a key he went in but as I tried to
follow, he stopped me: his explanation was incomprehensible but I was
content to wait - probably he was checking to see if his parents were
home. However, he quickly reappeared with another key in his hand
and, going over to another door, he unlocked it and beckoned me to
follow. It was the way down to the cellars - I already knew of the
splendid German custom in such buildings of having a cellar for each
family and that was clearly where he was taking me.

As expected, at the bottom, he opened another door, then standing
back to let me in. I was surprised by what I saw for it had been
decorated properly and set up as some sort of den for Dieter: there was
a small sofa, a TV on a low table and lots of toys & games scattered
around. Behind us, Dieter bolted the door and was now standing
leaning against it, looking even more come-hither than ever before.

However, I didn't know how to get things started, after all, it was he
who had picked me up! Sitting on his sofa, I indicated that he should
join me and with a shy grin, he did so, nodding when I placed a hand on
his bare knee. My German is not enough for me to have muttered
whatever inanity I would have used back home so I simply squeezed
him, pleased as he allowed me to do so, spreading his legs widely as a
sign I could do whatever I liked! Slipping my left arm round him, I started
to move my other hand up his warm leg towards his shorts and as I did
so, I saw a movement inside them - he was getting aroused.

So, I placed my hand directly on the blue satin and, pressing down
gently, I was pleased to discover quite a handful at the top of his
muscular legs, Dieter almost instantly went as fully stiff as he could
within the tight confines of his clothes his 14 year-old cock obviously
quite respectable for a boy his age and build.

"Sehr gut!" I told him, receiving a shy smile in return. His erection was
now clearly outlined in his shorts & pants so holding it through the two
layers of material I started to massage him, pleased with what I was
playing with but even more keen to see just what he had!

So, moving my hand up to his waist, I stared to slip my fingers into
his shorts, Dieter grunting in approval and obviously keen for me to do
so, lifted his body slightly so that I could do what I wanted. Edging my
fingers under the hem of his shorts then into his pants, I moved it down
so that I was finally able to hold him directly. His cock felt simply
wonderful, quite fat really but much more importantly, very hard indeed.
Equally important was the sight of pleasure coming from Dieter's lips he
clearly in much need of relief!

As ever in such a sitting position it was going to be difficult to get his
things down so removing my hand, I indicated that he should stand up.
He didn't understand at first but then did as asked, playfully wiggling his
almost obscenely bulging shorts in front of my face. Reaching up I
grasped the waist-band and very slowly started to pull them down, but
making sure that I wasn't pulling his pants down with them. Under them,
his white under-pants looked even more inviting and I wanted to nuzzle
them before pulling them down, but I felt that Dieter was not ready for
that, the boy now giggling at me as I slowly undressed him, although
still making sexy gyrations of his hips as he showed off to me.

With his shorts round his knees, I reached up and started to tickle
the front of his pants with my fingertips. Hearing his whimpers of delight,
I carried on doing so before deciding that it was time to get that last item
of clothing down out of the way! So, grasping them, I pulled them down
even more slowly than I had his shorts, pulling his dick downwards with
them. I had of course expected to see some hair first but when his pants
were down enough to reveal what he had, I found that Dieter had
virtually no pubic-hair, just a few blond wisps. Looking up, I smiled once
more but his expression showed that he was becoming rather impatient
to get down to serious matters so I tugged his pants right down, finally
freeing his erection.

It was quite a magnificent sight as it bobbed about in front of my
eyes. Perhaps some 12cm long and quite fat really. His foreskin was
drawn back slightly exposing a circle of purple glans, a sensitive part of
his body I wanted to kiss! Below, hung a fair sized pair of balls nestling
in his silky soft scrotum: I was sure that despite various signs that he
wasn't yet very mature, his eventual orgasm would be suitably damp.

Whilst taking in the sheer beauty of his genitals, I pulled his pants
and shorts further down, a wiggle of his hips sending them down to his
ankles. As he did that, my hands almost automatically moved round to
the back of his legs, pulling him towards me so that, as I stuck out my
tongue I was able to kiss the tip of cock. Dieter shuddered, clearly
enjoying the way I was soon licking all round his young genitals, up &
down his hard cock and down over his balls - he smelt wonderful as well
and I was very aroused at what I was doing to so wonderful a boy.

Then, taking one hand from his bum, I grasped his cock and
carefully retracted his foreskin, now able to play my tongue all round his
glans before finally taking his cock into my mouth. It was amazingly
sexy but what is more important, I knew he was really enjoying himself.

With both hands back on his well-rounded bottom, I started moving
him to & fro in my mouth sucking him hungrily, overwhelmed at being
able to be doing so to such a desirable boy.

Dieter was still making distant noises of sheer delight, so I stayed
there a bit longer. But, as much as I love sucking sexy boys, with a boy
clearly post-pubescent, the very first orgasm I give him I prefer to be by
wanking - I love to see them covering their bodies with hot white sperm!
Of course, most boys his age and maturity are well able to spunk up
twice in a short space of time, and if Dieter wanted it, after I had wanked
him off, I would give him a blow-job as well

So after a while, I released him and sat back. Looking up, I saw that
he was now quite lost in the pleasure I had been giving him - Dieter had
clearly enjoyed being sucked, but not as much as I had enjoyed doing it
I was sure! Looking down at me, he grinned happily before stepping
back as he took his shirt off. Then, he kicked off his shorts and pants
before falling back onto the sofa by me, now stark naked apart from his
trainers.

I cuddled him close, perhaps a bit surprised when he now groped
the front of my trousers, exploring at first but soon rubbing my erection
quite seriously. He seemed keen to wank me as well, so I released him
and, lifting my hips, pulled my trousers wide open for him. He didn't
hesitate and as I lay back, his hand closed over the front of my pants,
fondling me sexily for a brief while before pulling them out and then
down under my balls. He certainly appreciated the sight of my cock
sticking out from my body, grinning sexily before closing his hand round
me, that simple act sending shivers of delight through my body. All I
could do was to groan in delight as he started to masturbate me: Dieter
was a very skilled wanker!

Exciting as that was, I wasn't going to ignore him but first, I removed
his hand and moved so that I could pull my trousers and pants down to
my ankles. That done, I pulled his hand back to my cock before I
grasped his once more, Dieter keen to do so, grinning at me as we sat
back wanking each other. I knew he was in great need of an orgasm so
we were soon doing each other quite seriously, both of us getting lost in
the pleasure we were getting but, I'm sure for him as well as me, also
very much enjoying what we were doing. His smile had disappeared, his
face soon showing that wonderful lost expression of a boy getting close
to his orgasm.

Seeing that, I pushed his hand from my cock and moved him into a
better position for me to wank him, keen now to finish him off. My left
arm was round his warm body as my fingers moved faster & faster up &
down his hot fat shaft - his penis seemed to have grown even bigger as
I worked on it and I knew it was soon going to spit at me!

Very soon, he was there and his body suddenly quivered in my arms
as he climaxed, his cock kicking strongly in my fingers. As he yelped
loudly, there came a spray of rather watery sperm from the tip of his
cock, shooting strongly out all over his tensed up body. I continued to
wank him, using all the skill I posses, slower now but firmly as I milked
out all he had, trying very hard to make it as exciting as I could - I know
I succeeded at that!

Further spurts of warm white sperm shot out, creamier stuff now,
landing lower down his body, the final droplets just oozing from his cock
and sliding warmly over my hand to fall to his almost glabrous belly. It
all smelt wonderful and in a way I was sorry I hadn't in fact sucked him
off! A final thrust from his hips produced a final dribble of sperm, even
thicker stuff now, it too oozing hotly down over my fingers to where his
pubic hair should have been growing! I was even keener to fellate him
after he had wanked me, but for the moment, he was simply lost in his
orgasm, my pleasure increased by his response to what I had done for
him. He had made a hell of a noise really, had shot more than I had
thought - all in all, a terrific boy-orgasm!

"There, you sexy boy Dieter ... all nice an' spunky ... you sexy boy!" I
had been whispering at him all the time he was quivering in his orgasm
- it didn't matter that he couldn't have understood me, he certainly
understood my meaning. He tried to smile at me, his screwed up face
still showing how lost he was in his own private orgasm, content with
me to continue to work on this delightful cock of a boy who less than
half an hour ago had picked me up!

Far too quickly really he was still so I released him and pressed his
cock against his wet belly, an act I always find boys enjoy. Dieter gave a
very satisfied smile as he muttered something I couldn't catch, he then
laughing as he remembered our inability to communicate verbally. But
the way he said it, the way he looked at me and the way he relaxed
against me showed quite clearly how much he had enjoyed his orgasm:
I was content with that.

Releasing him, I watched as his foreskin slid slowly up over his
glans as it rested on a pool of his sperm. It all looked amazingly sexy to
me but when Dieter saw the mess he had produced, he giggled before
rubbing his cock about in the pools of cooling boy-sperm. Although his
orgasm had passed, he was showing that he was still in the mood and I
knew that when he had done me I would certainly be allowed to suck
him for his second orgasm of the afternoon.

Before that though, I reached down to my trouser pocket and pulled
out my hankie. Dieter lay back, still half giggling as I wiped him clean.
Then slipping the hankie back into my pocket, I looked up at him and
asked, "Mich?" It may not have been the correct word but that didn't
matter as he was already moving into a better position to wank me.
Closing his fingers round my waiting cock, Dieter once more showed
that he knew just what to do and as he smirked wickedly at me, he
started to move his fist up & down. Good at his task, he was soon
wanking me as skilfully as any boy I've ever met and all that I could do
(after unbuttoning my shirt so that I didn't make it messy when I came)
was to lie back and enjoy it.

He was quite fantastic and the tension in my body rose very quickly
as his fist pounded up & down my cock. Dieter was trying hard to make
it as exciting as possible for me, the sexy boy staring down at my cock
as he worked away on it, fascinated I'm sure by my hairiness compared
with his own lack that way!

Very rapidly, all this skilled masturbation took effect and my cock
suddenly throbbed powerfully in his fingers as a thick jet of my sperm
shot from it. Much of it landed on my chest, but quite a bit splashed out
onto his naked body. That didn't worry him and he carried on rubbing
me, a bit slower now, squeezing out the rest of my sperm as, once
more, he showed that he really knew what to do. I wondered about how
many boys he'd learnt this skill on - or perhaps another man!

As I groaned loudly further spurts of my load shot out over us both:
although I had enjoyed a wank only the previous evening (thinking of
him!) my balls seemed to have been working overtime! It was really an
amazing orgasm and I was quite overwhelmed by it all, not just the
purely physical pleasure flooding my body but the fact that wanking me
was a beautiful boy whose own impressive orgasm I'd just enjoyed!

All too rapidly, I was still but Dieter knew just how to handle me,
merely playing with my cock as the throbs gradually died away. Several
short sharp jerks upwards from his skilled fingers milked out the last of
my load, his movements sending further shivers of delight through my
body. He seemed to be as pleased with it all as I was, like many boys,
happy that he had been able to do this to a man and impressed I'm
sure, by all the sperm his skilled wanking had produced!

Finally still, I relaxed back on his sofa - grinning up at him, I
muttered, "Wunderbar ... sehr sexy Dieter!"

Whether my German was right or wrong, he understood and grinned
impishly at me, laughing as he finally released my damp cock. To my
surprise, he placed his hand flat on my wet body so that he could play
with my sperm - great! However, he was obviously still very aroused
and I could hardly not notice that his delightful cock was slightly
throbbing - time to give him the blowjob he needed as much as I did!

First though, I reached over and grasped him, amazed as earlier at
just how hard he was. But as I gently fondled his fantastic dick, there
came a noise. Surprised, I soon discovered just what it was - a small
buzzer had sounded. As he showed it to me, I knew that it was a signal
that his parents were back home, this being their way of summoning
their son. Looking quite scared, Dieter moved away from me and
muttered something I easily understood! Neither of us wanted to be
caught naked by his mother or father so pulling the hankie out once
more, I rapidly cleaned us both up, Dieter already pulling his things back
on as fast as he could. It was easier for me to dress and I was soon as
decent as he was, both of us looking at each other rather nervously.
However I did manage to slip my arms round him for a brief hug,
pleased that he held me as tightly as I was squeezing him.

Through our clothes, I could feel that his cock was still very hard,
making me even more annoyed that our sex session had come to an
end - before I could suck him off! Reluctantly, I released him and
whispered, "Ich muss gehen!" But at the same time, I grasped the front
of his shorts and fondled his erection - it was great!

Dieter grinned but moved away from me, still looking rather nervous.
Dressed, it wouldn't be so bad if his parents came down to his cellar but
if I couldn't speak in German to them, suspicions would be raised!

Going to the door, he cautiously unbolted it, peered out to see if all
was safe then beckoned me to follow him back to the ground floor.
Once more, my face was almost pressed against his bum as we
climbed the stairs - at least this time, if I did kiss him, he probably
wouldn't have minded!

Opening the door to the main hall, he once more looked round and
satisfied that all was safe, he opened the front-door for me, once more
muttering his thanks for what had just happened, laughing when he
indicated his shorts that still showed how aroused he was.

I too managed to convey my thanks but he was too nervous for me
even to stay and arrange another date. I just left him - Dieter shyly
waving good-bye - my mind reeling from what had happened. How I got
back to my hotel I'll never know, nor how I passed the rest of that day.

He had been a great holiday pick-up and although I looked out for
him again, I wasn't lucky - all that remained were my memories and the
few photos I had taken on the river-bank when he had first tried to pick
me up!

              T H E   E N D


                                         17 April 1995


Remember .... it's just a story - but he was *so* beautiful!