Date: Mon, 19 Apr 2010 12:55:08 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: German Boys Training (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, b/M, b/b...)

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acts of boy's discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of
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                       German Boy's Training
                                By
                               Wolf

	My story began with me discovering masturbation when I was
about eleven-years-old.  I enjoyed doing it whenever I could be sure not
to be discovered by my parents.  My formal sexual education was dismal.
I went to an all boys' school in Berlin before the wall came down.  One
of the teachers we had tried to scare us from having sex with boys and
girls by telling us, "Don't stick your "peewee" into the body holes of
your female and male friends.  Nature produces a kind of glue at a
certain age that would stick our "peewee" in their holes until our parents
would find us!!!"

	When I was twelve two of my female first cousins, Helga and
Elfriede, that were a little older than me, were in a dark room where
things happened.  They had told me about a young Russian soldier
stationed nearby that had deflowered them.  They assured me that it was
fun.  My two cousins told me, that they had a strong itch between their
legs and that they wanted me to fuck them.  They took hold of my hands
and had me stick my fingers in their pussies at the same time.  I felt how
slippery they were and could smell their pussies.  They eventually got me
on top of the older cousin and I started fucking her.

	Can you imagine what I thought would happen to me because I
was twelve-years-old and was producing cum when I ejaculated in
Helga.  I was scared to death that if I came in her that I would be glued
in her until my parents found us.  There was no stopping once we started.
There was that moment when I came and I thought I would be glued in
her.  When I pulled back my dick slipped out of her.  I was puzzled, was
I lucky or had the teacher lied to us?

	I was also fascinated by young men at the time.  I was drawn to
working men in their early twenties.  One time I happened to see a guy
pissing.  I saw that his prick was twice as big as mine.  I wanted to see
more, but not at that time.  In a short time I was to meet my hero.

	There was a futbol (football or soccer) field nearby.  I happened
to be there on a Saturday.  I really never had much interested in sports.  I
happened to see this fellow playing goalie.  I was fascinated by the sight
of the way his cock bulged out the front of his shorts.  The legs of the
shorts were large.  When he moved I could almost catch a glimpse of his
white athletic supporter.  I watched his every move as he dove to block a
kick on goal.  I hung around enough that he eventually noticed that I was
his biggest fan.  One day someone was making an attack on goal and as
he came out to defend the net the guy was so close that when he kicked
the ball not only did the ball hit the goalie, his foot kicked the goalie
right between the legs.

	He went down instantly, grabbing himself because he was in
excruciating pain.  It was all he could do to get off the playing field.  He
collapsed on the grass still clutching his crotch.  I ran to his aide.  He was
looking into his shorts to assess the damage when I arrived.  He was
upset and he showed me that his balls were swollen and turning blue.  He
asked me, "Does your parents have a first aid cabinet with anything like
"essigsaure Tonerde (acetate alumina) in it that could reduce the swelling
and cool his balls off."

	I made a mad dash for my bicycle and made a running start as
fast as I could in my rush to get home.  I bolted up the stars, as I asked
my mother for anything that could help a futbol player that had been
kicked down there.  She put some things in a paper bag for me.

	The guy was surprised how fast I returned, but thankful.  There
was no thought of modesty as he exposed himself for me to help treat
him.  I used cotton balls to apply the liquid to his balls.  I had to take
hold of his prick and lift it to swap his balls.  He smiled when he felt my
hand holding his prick.  He told me, "Harder! It's not made of glass!"
His cock got hard in my hand.  He liked it as much as I did.  He was
aware that I was fascinated with it too.

	This was our first personal contact.  He quickly changed from his
uniform to street clothes without regard to modesty.  When he was
dressed he said, "Thank you for helping me.  I have to find a way to
thank you for your assistance!"

	We had to wait for his balls to stop throbbing before he was
ready to walk to wherever he lived.  He suggested, "Why don't you meet
me at that empty barn used for the storage of farm machinery next
Sunday?"

	I was thrilled at the prospect.  At the appointed time the
following Sunday I was standing at the entrance of the barn.  I was
terrified that he would not keep his promise and not come.  I was thrilled
when I saw him approaching.  I was embarrassed that my feelings were
so obvious.  He led me into the barn and laid me down in the fresh hay.

	He told me he wanted to show me that his balls were doing just
fine as he pulled down his pants and underwear.  I was overwhelmed at
the sight of his prick.  It only took him a second to stroke it to full
erection.  His un-cut prick was at least 7-inches long.  At my age my
prick was only 3-inches long.  He let me play with it for awhile before he
placed his hand on the back of my neck and gentle pulled my head down
to his cock.  As my mouth got close to his meat I got a nose full of the
aroma of his crotch.  I was not afraid to take it into my mouth, even
though it tasted a little salty.  Meanwhile, he opened my own fly.  He
was pleased that I had a boner.  He played with my prick while he was
fucking my mouth.  Then he got a better idea.

	There was a broken table in the corner of the barn.  He gathered
me up in his arms and carried me to the table.  He put his cock back in
my mouth, before leaning over my body and spreading my legs.   He
moistened his finger in his mouth before gently tried to insert his finger
into my ass.  I disliked him doing that because I was not sure that what
he was doing in this filthy place was sanitary.  After a short time he
withdrew his finger from my ass and then pulling his cock out of my
mouth as he dismounted from the table.  He came around the table.
What surprised me was when he tried to insert his cock into my ass.  I
was sure that it would be impossible to enter me that way.  I asked him
to stop.

	I did understand his desire to use me the way I had used my
cousins.  I did want to please the handsome guy.  The problem was that
it was just too painful.  He cock could just get the tip in my hole.  Thank
GAWD his cock was tapered at the end.  I was sure if he had one of
those big mushroom heads like guy I had seen that were circumcised.  He
was not upset with me for begging him to take it out.  He bent down and
started sucking my little prick.  That was the most exciting feeling I had
ever had!

	He came up with another idea.  He knew that all kids liked
sweets!  He remembered that he had a 'Snickers' candy bar in the pocket
of his hooded field jacket.  He took out the candy bar and unwrapped, a
portion of it.  He had me sitting on the edge of the table with my legs
apart.  He was standing between them and as he held the candy bar close
to my lips he thrust his hips forward.  As I tasted the chocolate, his cock
entered my ass.  When I lifted my head for a second bite his cock went
all the way into me.  His pubic hair was pressed against my little nut
sack.  I grabbed his shoulders and caught the rest of the candy bar.  He
was very careful and tender as he managed to virtually lift me up off the
table by his hips with his cock buried deep into my ass.  He kept his cock
deep inside of me, while my sphincter grew accustom to the intruder.
There was just some slow pushes and he exploded in me.  At that same
moment my own prick squirted several drops of my own youthful cum
up to land on his bare chest.  I had never experienced anything like that
before.  My head was spinning as my heart returned to its normal rhythm.

	We met many more times after that.  I never enjoyed anything as
much as the time spent with his cock up my ass.  Eventually, we had to
part company when I was sent away to boarding school, in a nearby
town of Seelow.  That was the start of a new chapter of my life.

	For the next four years I shared a room with four or five other
horny guys.  My acquired sexual education turned out to be very fine
capital to keep me in good standing with my fellow school chums.

	The guy in the top bunk bed over me jerked off three or four
times a night before going off to sleep.  His vigorous efforts shook the
bed so much that I would get seasick!  We finally reached an agreement
where we would do it to each other in my bunk.  To avoid cum stains on
the sheets we made sure to deposit our cum loads in each other's mouth
or ass.  Those were happy times.

	I relished my school studies.  I became fascinated with history.
When we studied about the Roman Empire I pictured Casers' campaigns
here in Germany.  I dreamt about all of those men living in the rough,
without women.  I pictured them reliving each other and developing a
love relationship with their comrades.  That inspired me to become an
archeologist.

	I have been busy lately excavating an unexpected discovery of
the ruins of a former German town located in what is now Poland.  The
town was wiped from the face of the earth during the last days of World
War Two in 1945.  We had found unusual objects that need a lot of
research and explanation.




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