Date: Fri, 7 Aug 2009 22:44:35 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: KIEL NAVAL COLLEGE, 1911

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.

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KIEL NAVAL COLLEGE, 1911



1 - Grandfather goes to College



by



G. Cutter



My family owns a sizeable farm just between Ravensburg and Lake Constance,
effectively the border between Switzerland and Germany. We, or my father I
should say, bought the near bankrupt farm in 1970 and with a dint of hard
work, family support and good luck had it up and running after a couple of
years of very hard times. Our grandfather lived with us then and although
seventy three chipped in with the family from what I've heard to make
things a go. Grandfather Karl Erich died in 1990 which brings me to the
point of this story. The old boy had gone through a pretty rough life he
was born into the old East Prussian aristocracy and things went downhill
from there on, like most Germans the earlier part of the twentieth century
was not so nice.

I remember him quite well from my teens, a very old fashioned and upright
man, a fine head of snowy white hair and very what we would call posh. He
seemed to spend his twighlight years writing memoirs although I don't think
any ever arrived at a publisher. He did correspond with old Naval pals as
he'd served through both World Wars first in the Kaiserliche Marine and
then in Hitler's Kriegsmarine and in his middle age was employed by the
Bundsmarine of the then West Germany. I take some pride in saying that
throughout the 1930s he appeared to have no great love for the Nazi Party
and did what many Germans did, he kept his head down and got on with
life.The letter writing finally ended as he reached the end of the road and
turned inwards as old people often do but to get to the whole point of my
story.

In 1995 I was unemployed and decided to return to the family farm which was
now being run by my brothers and and recharge my batteries. I had job
offers but it was a long and hot summer, I had money, why not chill as the
our modern kids say. Chill... no chance with my family. I was given my
grand father's old room and given the task by my parents of going through
his numerous documents and basically junking the lot.

The Vice Admiral as his old local mates called him was quite naturally
resting in the local graveyard with a very nice gravestone and had no need
for memoirs. Of course, I was told to keep anything of value or of
sentimental value but certainly not the reams and reams of official
documents he seemed to collect like a squirrel. So I set to work and learnt
something of my family history along the way.

Grandfather was born just outside Koenigsberg which was in the old East
Prussia, it is now called Kaliningrad and capital of the Kaliningrad Oblast
that curious lump of the new Russia which is detached from what they call
their Motherland. Grandfather was part of minor Prussian nobility and
actually on his documents I found he was a 'von', my father never used it
and neither did the rest of us. My grandfather was born Karl-Erich von
Raedar (no relation to the famous wartime Admiral I hasten to add). He was
born in 1897 which was a hell of a long time ago. There was no trace of his
early boyhood or about his family, he was a mystery man. I suppose the
earliest documentation I found were his enrollment papers to the Kiel Naval
College in May of 1911 at the age of thirteen, it was a start. I set out
two large carboard boxes and started to sort, stuff to burn and stuff to
read and maybe keep. I kept all his College stuff which miraculously
included faded black and white photographs of funny looking kids in sailor
suits with straw hats. Jeez, unbelievable, photographs nearly a hundred
years old. Funnily enough these kids put me in mind of that girly lad from
Death in Venice. Silly straw hats and long girly hair. Anyway, later in the
day I settled to read some of the stuff (or try to) as there was modern
stuff mixed up in with the Kiel stuff, probably something memoir
oriented. I plodded through it sitting in my room and it was hard going as
all the early stuff was in High German and seemed to wander from topic to
topic. The basics were that he had gone from the College as a
Kadet/Midshipman around 1914 at the outbreak of the First World War and
joined the High Seas Fleet, that would make him sixteen or seventeen. Some
more photographs and just as dire as the first. There were diaries but I
had such a struggle and it wasn't until two days later that I found the
mother load. The volume was clearly the start of something intended to be
bigger as it was titled 'Biography - The College'. To make matters even
better it was written in his quite neat longhand and in modern German. I'm
not going to attempt to transcribe the whole thing but I shall rattle the
lot up on my laptop and see if I can muster a decent story. There is one
there buried amongst the dross and I shall dedicate it to the old boy. May
he Rest in Peace. The following is dedicated to my grandfather Karl-Eric
von Raedar, 1897 - 1990.

..............................................................................................................................................

The Colllege Years


I joined the Kiel Naval College in 1911 with my long time friend and
neighbour, Dieter von Arnim. We were both East Prussian very minor
aristocracy and thirteen years of age. Probably ridiculously above
ourselves with our Prussian accents and airs and graces but we came down to
earth with a bang. The College was an untidy set of buildings and
outbuildings set in pleasant woodland liberally sprinkled with lakes and
rivers. In later years it was rebuilt twice and became the massive complex
it is today but then it was countrified for want of a word. To be perfectly
honest it looked nothing like an establishment for training the Kaiser's
naval officers or for training even lowly ordinary seamen.

We were met by a long and rather languid gentleman who from his accent
could have been from Berlin or thereabouts. He introduced himself as the
Deputy Head and told us a little about the place in his cramped office. We
were in the lower College by tradition called 'the School' and would remain
here for two full years learning 'the basics' as he put it before
transferring to the higher College to get down to the meat of the
matter. At seventeen or eighteen we would transfer to a fleet training ship
as Kadet/Midshipmen and learn further. Once we had passed our Midshipmen's
exams we would transfer to the High Seas Fleet proper and still continue
our naval education. After that our aim would be to mount the first step of
the ladder to Leutnant zur Zee, Oberleutnant and upwards.

'Seems simple enough,' Dieter whispered to me as the Deputy Head excused
himself for a moment.

'Starting as General Admiral and working downwards seems easier,' I
remarked which got Dieter giggling but he soon stopped as soon as we heard
footsteps in the passageway outside.

'You will be kitted up after this and your civilian clothing boxed up,' he
continued clearly getting bored with us. 'The Senior Cadet will accompany
you, show you your messdeck and then...' He tapped a pencil on the
desk. 'Your Class Leader will become your mentor, your guide, your
parent... you understand?'

'Yes sir.' We both snapped like good little Prussians.'

'Brabant,' he called out and this rather pleasant looking youth came into
the room and hustled us away. I knew very little at this stage of the
Kaiserliche Marine but this boy was dressed in what I would call a 'silly
sailor suit', blue top with a white collar with blue stripes, white 'duck'
bell bottomed trousers and to top the fancy dress off a straw hat. He
looked comical, belay that, he looked bloody ridiculous.

'Have we got to wear that lot?' I asked in dismay.

'Yes,' he said with a brief frown. 'You get used to it. The uniform is to
make you feel humble or somesuch twaddle,' he flashed us a brief grin. 'You
wear proper uniforms in the higher College with shirts and ties so you may
remember these clown's outfits with some fondness. Hush,' he smiled as
another boy walked into the room where we'd been taken and unlocked some
big cupboards.

'Just two, sir?' The second boy asked and got a nod from the
Senior. 'Undress. Undress completely,' he added for emphasis and both he
and the Senior stood and watched us with some interest. I would have called
it prurient interest if I'd have known the word at the time. Orders are
orders and both Dieter had been brought up to do as we were told and
stripped off to our underwear with two pairs of hot eyes watching our every
move.

I have to put in here that I was below the average height for my age but
had begun to sprout. Dieter had already gained his height and begun to fill
out. We were both blonds as befit our stock but the one thing where I score
top marks was my penis. It was long and heavy, it was also a permanent
embarassment as it seemed to harden up at a moment's notice without the
slightest provocation and this was one of those moments. As I stood there
in my white shorts I could feel myself hardening and becoming obvious.

'Don't worry,' the Senior, Brabant smiled. 'It happens... maybe you and
your friend need some time together.' I shrugged but Dieter didn't, he gave
me an odd look one that I had noticed before. The look farmers give cattle
before laying money down. I was thirteen and just an innocent, I stood
there getting redder and redder, my face felt as if it was on fire.

'Have pity, Brabant,' the other boy laughed and began to drag gear out from
his lockup. A red and white garment, a similar in blue and white and the
blue trousers. 'Strip,' he spoke to Dieter and myself.

'Naked?' Dieter's voice cracked.

'Naked,' the boy laughed.

We both removed our shorts and stood there naked. My penis stood out like a
pike and even Dieter's smaller one had bloated and hung out at a half
droop, my face was in flames but we were told to put on the red and white
garment which they called a union suit. The thing was a joke, it had a slit
at the front but nothing at the back and I wondered how you were supposed
to have a crap when the time came. Next came the white trousers until we
both had two pairs that fitted. The blue top was baggy and ill fitting but
that didn't seem to faze the outfitters. We dressed up and got our
stockings and boots and as a final humiliation our straw hat.

'May I ask a question?' Dieter looked at me but I had calmed down now I had
some clothing on.

'Ask,' Brabant inspected us.

'How do we go to the toilet, how do we dump?'

'Even you Prussians must know how to shit,' Brabant laughed and then
relented. 'You have to take the jerkin off and then drop the rest in the
normal maner.'

'I hope I don't get caught short,' I ventured and Brabant and crony
laughed.

'That is the standard line for newbies,' the other boy who was called
Christian laughed. After that we left Christian to look after our
belongings and followed Brabant up stairs and down corridors until we
reached a large room filled and I mean crammed with beds. The things were
virtually touching, one above the other in a two tier layout which must
have made actually making a bed or getting in and out a struggle.

'You only sleep here.' Brabant announced.' Your lounge and study room is
next door.' We were taken next door to a untidy common room and met our
class. Remarkably the class was only twelve and we made it upto
fourteen... my first thought was who needed all the beds. The Class Leader
who would be our immediate superior as they said in their strange language
was a dark skinned boy call Klaus Braun and wore a red armband on his blue
top.

Dieter said later the armband was probably to remind Braun he was in charge
as he seemed so vague and distant as if he was on another planet. All the
same, he introduced us around to the remainder of the class and they seemed
quite pleasant. A far call from the 'en brosse' cut squarehead military
types we were expecting. We went to tea after that and met the rest of the
'formation', that meant the school in plain language. I learnt in time
everything had a military of naval name which normally made no sense. Why
call eight classes of boys a 'formation'?

Our Navy, the Kaiserliche Marine had been controlled by the army unril 1888
when it was designated as an independent force within the Armed
Forces. Hence you had the curiosities of the most senior officer being
called a General Admiral and other such quirks.

After tea Braun and Christian from the clothing store took us around the
school, showers, toilets, bathrooms and gymn all the places we needed. I
did ask why a class of fourteen needed double that number in the way of
beds and were told that the class had been told to dismantle and store the
excess some weeks back but it was on Braun's 'to do' list. It seemed
discipline and carrying out orders in the lower College wasn't as
dictatorial as I'd imagined. With the woods and ponds I might even get to
like the place... and I had my Dieter.

I was happier when I learned that we did classes from nine in the morning
until midday, had half an hour for lunch and spent the afternoon
outdoors. The afternoons may be scheduled for boating, sports, or even
nature rambles most unmiltary but we also did rifle and sword drill at
least one of the afternoons. My head was buzzing with information and the
newness of it all when crunch time came. After supper we were told that an
evening shower was compulsory and not an option, the day's union suit was
dumped in a big hamper and a clean one was drawn at the same time. We had
red days and blue days which explained the two colours... well, it didn't
but Dieter and I both nodded as if we understood.

Around eight in the evening we noticed the boys stripping off and padding
down to the bathroom and after a hint from Christian tagged along. Everyone
dropped their clothing in the dormitory or messdeck as we had to call it
and took their soap and towels with them. In fact, we all looked quite
funny parading around in these one piece suits and I noticed when other
boys returned they just had damp towels around their waists and carried
their fresh one pieces with them.

'What about pyjamas,' I whispered to Christian. We had been issued with
bedding and had made up beds alongside each other but hadn't been issued
anything to sleep in, not even a nightshirt.

'You sleep in the union suit or naked,' he smiled back. 'Most of the boys
sleep in the raw.'

'Oh,' I replied and looked at Deiter. The thought of sleeping nude felt a
bit naughty and a bit adult but there was more to come. I was about to see
a group of boys naked for the first time. At home we occasionally saw the
village boys bare arsed in the local ponds but we told by our families to
keep clear, the more refined didn't bathe naked with villagers. I wouldn't
have minded as to my eyes I found a young naked boy quite attractive. I was
thirteen and knew that affection between boys wasn't approved of and
certainly not affection that may overstep certain limits. It seemed that
those rules weren't adhered to in our new school. I saw at least one pair
and maybe more wrestling semi naked on their beds and from the lumps in
their one pieces they were getting aroused.

I suppose I was half hoping or half dreading that someone would grab me and
play or skylark in the showers and it happened. Deiter and I were sticking
together like a pair of orphans when Christian and Klaus Braun
started. First of all it was a bit of crowding and then some soapy
splashing and then Christian began to really crowd me. The place was so
misted up and he managed to edge me into a corner and then it happened. He
reached out and grasped my penis which was already half hard.

'Christian,' I bleated and looked for Deiter but he was occupied with
Klaus, the pair had ganged up on us. I noticed that Deiter was taking to
being molested like a duck to water, he was totally hard and his five
inches of boy cock was in Klaus' soapy hands, seconds later I saw that he
was also grasping Klaus'.

'Don't you like it, Karl?' Christian whispered and massaged my cock which
had now reached it's ful length and that was around six inches, far more
that Deiter had to offer.

'Yes,' I croaked and took my first step to perdition. I held his wet flesh
and felt the life in it. I had another boy's cock in my hand for the very
first time in my young life. 'Won't anyone say anything,' I muttered
although the other boy's in the showers were all doing something or the
other with companions.

'Hardly,' he giggled. He moved in and I felt his stiffness slip between my
upper legs as his arms went around me and his hands rested on my wet
bottom. 'You're a virgin?' He looked at me and gently kissed my cheek.

'Yes,' I had to admit it. I knew exactly what he meant and there was no
point in lying, he was clearly experienced and I wasn't although I was
thirteen. I'd led a very sheltered life as far as other boys went. I
enjoyed his hardness gliding between my thighs and clamped on it, I even
liked my own erection moving up and down between our bellies as he held me
in a tight and soapy embrace.

'Klaus likes your friend,' he whispered.

'So it seems,' I giggled. Looking over his shoulder I could see that Klaus
and my Deiter were actually kissing.

'Your initiation to class 14C tonight,' he looked at me and smirked.

'Really?' I gulped. God knows what that meant but I was sure I was going to
find out.

'Can I claim you?'

'What do you mean?'

'To join our class you have to sleep with someone on your first night and
do it. If you don't claim someone or someone doesn't claim you, you have to
take pot luck.'

'Just sleep with someone?' I answered in complete innocence.

'To go all the way,' he grinned back. By now my mind was in tatters, I had
a vague idea what sleeping with someone actually meant but I don't think I
fully appreciated the depths to which this lot had sunk. The point was, I
liked Christian, he was about my height, build and had dark hair, he was a
good looking boy and I liked him a lot. If I was going to undergo some sort
of a trial I would rather it be Christian or maybe even Deiter rather than
any of the others. 'Can I claim you?' He repeated.

'Yes.' The next thing was that his lips were on mine and I submitted to a
kiss, better still his flickering tongue slipped past my teeth and we did
what I'd only dreamt about. We were doing what I later found out was called
frenching for some reason.

'I claim Karl-Eric von Raedar,' he suddenly called out. He was answered by
catcalls and I even heard someone call him a lucky bastard. I burried my
face his his neck as we embraced. I just hoped I was going to grow out of
blushing sooner rather than later.

'I claim Deiter von Arnim,' Klaus' voice sang out and that was it. We had
been claimed and we would have bed partners for our first night. what would
happen after lights out I awaited in my usual state, half in trepidation
and half in anticipation... and I was still hard.

The whole evening was unreal. We went back to our mess and sat around
awaiting the lights out, some cakes were produced and we ate with a group
of the others some wearing their 'stripeys' as I learned to call them and
others not. Some even had nightshirts on which they must have had sent from
home but others seemed to revel in rolling around naked and playing with
their friends. I suppose it was all very boyish but things got serious once
the lights went out.

A boy in full uniform who I didn't recognise just called in, 'Lights Out'
and flipped the switch. Once the room was in darkness there was a lot of
moving around and giggling and a hand clasped mine. It was Christian and he
drew me to the corner where Deiter and I had set up our beds. He tugged my
still damp towel from me and bore me down onto the bed. I immediatly sprang
one as I felt his wam body against mine and his own hardness pressing
against my belly. I could see the shapes of Deiter and Klaus in the next
bed and soon forgot about them. Christian was kissing my chest and started
nibbling and sucking on my nipples, at the same time he held my hardness
and slowly moved the loose skin up and down until I filled out completely,
rthen the skin was no longer loose. I was in my fully erect state and
Christian's head was dropping.

'Chris...' I protested but the impossible happened, I felt his wet tongue
slip the length of my shaft and swipe across my glans, this was followed by
a satisfied sigh.

'You taste nice,' his eyes gleamed as he made his next move. Holding my
cock upright he slowly and sensually sank his mouth over it and began to
suck. I nearly went berserk, I held his head and as if in a dream pushed my
hips upwards driving my hardness deep into his throat. He took it as well,
he did flat hand my belly but he kept going munching and slobbering at my
now rampant hardness as it jerked and twitched in his mouth. He had one
last trick up his sleeve, still sucking me he reversed on the bed and I
felt his smooth legs brush my ears as he positioned his own groin above my
face. I might have been an innocent but I wasn't stupid. I held his
swinging cock and without really thinking about it guided it down a little
just for a taste you understand.

Christian reached under me clasping my buttocks and dropped his hips. I was
trapped as his meaty boy cock speared into my mouth. I gagged and pushed at
his belly but gradually he began to move and I began to suck. It was one of
those things, we lay on our side and fondled each other's bottoms sucking
away at each other like a baby on a teat . I was the first to cum. I
couldn't hold back any lonmger and I couldn't even warn him as I felt my
hardness seem to swell and then pump gout after gout of my pent up spunk
into his eager gobbles. I thought he might have spat it our but he drank it
all down and even slurpred at the final dribbles as I kept on him now
knowing what was to come.

When he did I played my part, I swallowed his hot slime and he did cum a
lot. He eventually span around on the bed and we shared a spunky kiss. I
had done my first bit of training at the School and I was eager for
more. As we pressed and rubbed our deflated noodles together we came back
to earth. The room was alive with the sound of sex, gruntings, murmurs and
sweet whisperings... all of that and more. The sound of sweaty flesh
slapping against bodies. I began to harden again, I knew exactly what was
going on and I wanted to try it.

'Randy little bugger,' Christian whispered so quietly I hardly heard
him. He turned away from me and I snuggled up feeling my reawakening penis
slip up to press at the base of his sweaty crack. That was nice, so nice
that I actually dozed off pressed against his warm back but the night
wasn't over yet.

I was awoken by Christian rolling over and I felt his hot cock crush
against mine. I was fully erect again as he was and I could even feel the
smear of our juices mixed with the slight sweatiness generated by our
earlier activity.

'Do you want to go to Stage Two, my love?' He kissed me gently on the lips
and I snuggled into his warmth. I didn't know what he was talking about but
I had a need and that still had to be sated. As an aside, this was my first
joining with another boy, I was in love with it and I think I was in love
with the boy himself. Christian was so warm, so comforting... and so soft
but hard in the right place.

'What's Stage Two?' I asked in a whisper. It sounded like a naval maneuver
that I should know about but didn't.

'You've very big,' he squeezed my hardenss and I moaned. 'You need to put
lots of saliva on it and on me.' He shuffled around on the bed and and I
vaguely saw him lick his fingers and thrust them between his legs and then
he groaned. 'I'm nice and tight,' he giggled and then he whispered right
into my mouth. 'I'll get you slippery but you might need more.'

'Alright,' I muttered having no idea what he was talking about and then I
nearly cried out as his delicious mouth was around me again only this time
he was making me slippery, he was lubricating my cock and I suddenly
realised what was happening. He wanted me to use him like a girl. I should
have been shocked but after all the noise from earlier in the night I'd
guessed some forbidden joinings were going on and now I was going to be
used and abused.

But first, and I suspect this was planned, I got to have my go. Christian
moved around on the bed and shoved his bum against my hip. I almost blindly
rolled towards him, I knew what was expected and I was so hard and so
wanting I just guided my hardensss between his smooth and slippery cheeks.

'Slowly, Karl-Eric,' he whispered 'Slowly, slowly...' he pushed back and I
felt my saliva coated knob press against his hole and then I pushed. He
gave a low moan as my stiffness just opened him up and I entered his tight
and beautifully hot bottom. 'Aaaaaah...' He cried out and bit the pillow. I
kissed the back of his neck to stop myself crying out as well and as he
wriggled on me pushing back all the while I started to move. I didn't need
instruction on how to fuck, every boy has that in his nature. I wrapped my
arms around him, one around his chest and the other around his belly
grasping his hot cock with my hand. 'Yesssss, nice,' he mumbled into the
pillow as I sank deeper and deeper into his slick tightness. When I felt my
soft and sparse pubics press against his bottom I knew I was in. It was
then he rolled onto his belly taking me with him and parted his legs.

'God, you are beautiful, Christian,' I whispered in his ear as I lay on him
and made my first gentle moves.

He giggled into the pillow and pushed up against me tightening and relaxing
his bottom. 'Karl-Eric, you are a stallion.'

'You can call me Karl when we are making love,' I whispered and moved
harder and faster. He just replied with a half laugh and snuffle pushing
back up onto my thrusts harder. I moved faster and faster smothering his
neck and shoulders with kisses as I plundered his hot bottom as hard and as
deep as I could. Christian loved it and when I finally spunked my hot mess
into his gut he let out a wail like a wolf bringing a load of giggling from
the next bed and a general titter from around the room. We had an audience
but I didn't care. I'd never cum inside someone before and even the thought
that Christian was going to return the favour didn't worry me. I wanted him
so much and that was an end to it. My first fuck and my first love.

Later on when we had cleaned ourselves up we lay there satisfied and it
must have been deep in the night when he finally got around to me. I was
going to lose my virginity but my reasoning was that if he could swallow my
big dick into his little bottom then the very least I could do was allow
him his fun. He had a very different style, he lay me on my back and then
to my shock and horror lifted my legs and ducked his head licking at my
bottom. Not strictly my bottom, my hole and his tongue was driving me
wild. I think I was in some sort of rapture when I felt him move in and his
cum oozing cock pressed against my ring and he took me. I suppose any
proper man would said that he suffered the consequences and submitted to
being buggered,. I didn't, as soon as his hot cock was moving inside me I
loved it. I loved his hot breath on my face, his hotter kisses on my lips
and that hard lump of flesh of his moving in and out in my gut. I was a
converrt to boy sex and we were still on our first night.

'Slow down, Deiter.' I heard from the next bed but just grinned in the
dark. Deiter and I were both getting an education and when Christian came
his hot spunk inside me I just clung there enjoying the feel of his
slippery juices inside me and his erection still moving inside my belly.

'Alright,' Karl?' Christian whispered.

'Magnificent,' I whispered back and pressed my legs onto his sweaty
back. I'd entered a brand new world and as I lay there in the dark with
Christian still inside me and Deiter still doing his duty in the next bed,
I smiled. 'We've got to do this again, Christian.'

'We shall, my love. Many many times.'



			     To be continued.



THIS one is a three parter and most porn collectors will recognise the film
that inspired it.

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