Date: Thu, 16 Jun 2005 23:02:46 +0100
From: Story Teller <storymeister@gmail.com>
Subject: Caught Betwen East And West

This is my first (and possibly only) submission to the athletics folder.,
so I hope you will enjoy it.

The usual copyright rules do apply and all comments are welcome.

CAUGHT BETWEEN EAST AND WEST

It was a truly exciting prospect; I had been picked as part of the team
to represent Great Britain at an international university athletics
meeting in Germany and I couldn't wait.   My specialty was 100m, it was
1974, I was 20 years old and I loved to run.

The meeting was to take place in Munich during July, so we met as a team
and had some extensive training in June before setting off for Germany a
week before the games began.

We were accommodated within the campus, and a policy decision was made
that, as much as possible, to intermix students from different countries
in order to encourage a spirit of friendship. I looked at my room, basic
but comfortable then took a look around the facilities.   There was a
small kitchen on each floor, although we were to be fed in canteens,
either at the university or the track, and a bathroom with 4 shower heads
for each 6 rooms.   I went back to my room, stripped and put my bathrobe
on and returned to the shower room, but by the time I got there someone
else was there, a black guy was standing with his back to me soaping his
body under a shower head:   I coughed slightly and he turned and smiled
the biggest, whitest smile I have ever seen.

"Hi, my name is Dean", he said in a deep American Accent, "what's your
name?"

"Hello, I'm Bobby", I said, "I'm with the UK team.  I was trying not to
stare, because Dean was happily washing his crotch as he spoke.   I am
6'exactly, and like most sprinters I am muscular but lean.  I estimated
that Dean was 2-3" shorter than me but much more stocky.

By this time I was under the shower and trying to wash myself without
getting any harder than the semi-erect I already was.

"What's your event?" he asked.  "100 metres and 100 metres relay, I said,
"Yours?"   "200 and 400 metre" he said, "so we won't clash.  It's a pity;
I wouldn't mind grabbing that baton"

I looked down horrified; I had been playing with my cock while looking at
him without realising what I was doing.   I looked again and Dean was
sporting a solid wood.  I could only stare; it was a good 8" long and
thicker than I had seen in my life.  It was a deep purple colour but,
being cut, I could see a big pink head.  I started to pull on my 6½" but
Dean said, "Don't waste it, come back to my room".

We rinsed off, threw on our robes and almost ran to Dean's room, opposite
mine.  He grabbed me from behind and started kissing my neck while
pushing himself against my butt.  He adjusted his cock so that it slid
between my legs and I clenched my thighs to clasp him.   He reached round
and took my cock in one hand and tweaked my left nipple with the other
while I felt his knob buffer against my balls.

I turned, again allowing his cock between my legs and we kissed long and
passionately while I ran my hands over his big tight black body,
caressing his pecs, much bigger than mine, and gripping his large nipples
between my thumb and forefinger then allowing my hands to wander to his
balls, smaller than my danglers but a beautiful handful.   Dean pushed me
on to the bed and I automatically lifted my legs.  "Are you sure?" he
asked.  "No, but I want to try", I said, because I had never even seen
anything as big as him before, never mind tried to take it.   He pushed,
I relaxed, but when the head went in, I knew I couldn't continue.  I
pulled back, disappointed, but Dean just kissed me harder then mumbled in
my ear "It's OK, don't worry, I love the fact you were willing to try".
He slid his mouth down my body and gorged himself on my cock, rubbing the
underside with his tongue while opening his throat to let my head slide
down.   I manoeuvred myself round for a sixty-nine and took my first
close look at that magnificent piece of manhood.  Tentatively, I licked
the head of pre-cum then put his head into my mouth.   Oh, the glorious
silk-soft skin on his rock-hard meat.  I couldn't get much more in but I
savoured every millimetre that I had between my lips.   Eventually I
released him so that I could lick the rest of his cock, while at the same
time he had both my balls in his mouth rolling them with that talented
tongue he had.   Eventually we were licking and tonguing each other's
sphincter getting more and more excited until we both prepared for
climax, grasping each other's cock between our lips and sucking
voraciously until we both spewed our spunk into each other's mouth.   I
swallowed, dribbled, licked up and relished every drop Dean gave, and he
was matching me drop for drop.

We lay in each other's arms snoozing for about an hour before slowly
rousing and stimulating each other.   This time the passion was less
intense, more romantic, but the end result was the same.  Gradually the
noise within the house increased and we knew we would have to go meet our
fellow athletes, After one long final kiss, I put my robe on and slipped
out of Dean's room, after promising each other that this would be
continued at a later date.



Although Dean and I saw each other regularly over the next few days, we
always seemed to be doing different things, each team had it's own
practice time at the track, so either I was there or he was, or at other
times we were at different social functions, so we never had an
opportunity to get time together again before the games started.   I had
heats on the first day, first round in the morning and (hopefully, if I
got in the first three) a second round in the afternoon.  The first round
went pretty easily, with me doing just enough to coast home in third
place, securing my place into the next round.   After a light lunch, we
went out on track for the second round.  I took a quick look at my
co-runners and as soon as my eyes fell on the Russian contestant that old
gaydar locked in, we looked at each other just that half second too long
and we knew.

We lined up for the race and I cleared my mind and concentrated on what
the next 12 seconds had in store.   This time only the first 2 would go
into the final in 3 days time.  The gun went off and I gave it my best,
coming home second 3/100's of a second behind the Russian.   We hugged
each other from exuberance, but maybe we held each other too long.  As we
walked off the track, he turned to me and said "Hello, my name is Nikolai
and I am pleased to meet you".   I told him my name was Bobby and we
shook hands.

Later, back at the campus, I was in my room writing some postcards and
listening to music when someone knocked on my door.   I was excited,
hoping it was Dean, but I was only slightly disappointed to see Nikolai
standing in my doorway.  "Hello, I would like to get to know you", he
said, and I invited him in.

Now, I am not slow at coming forward, but while I was thinking "This
could be interesting if I play things right and lead him on", he pulled
down his track suit bottoms showing a very healthy cock and a cheeky
grin.   I just laughed, kicked off my shorts (strangely, neither of us
was wearing underwear) and laughed out loud.  I grabbed his meat and
dragged him (without resistance) to my bed.

Nikolai was about 6'2" and slim, his cock was about the same size as
mine, but a little thicker, but it was so beautifully shaped, so
perfectly proportioned, I fell in love with it (but not with it's owner)
immediately.   I have never seen a more perfect cock in my life.  Like me
he was uncut with a beautiful loose foreskin.  We kissed and rolled over
on each other several times, threshing around, then Nikolai turned over
showing me his very white arse.  I went down and ate his hole, feeling it
open and close against my mouth.   When I had him wet and relaxed, I
moved up his body with my tongue until I was standing to attention
outside his gate.  I pushed forward, and without too much resistance I
entered him.   Almost before I could do any work, Nikolai bucked against
me, raising his hips off the bed.  I got my knees between his legs and
was able to hold him steady as I took control, withdrawing and pushing at
a slow steady rate until I felt myself getting near a climax.   I
withdrew, flipped him onto his back and re-entered with one hard lunge.
With his legs raised I was able to pile drive into him bringing us home
together.   As I rammed into him he writhed and moaned until we both shot
our load.  I collapsed against him and we fell into a deep sleep.

Two hours later, I awoke to find that we had moved so that Nikolai was
snuggled into my back, and I was being prodded with something hard.

I turned round and found he was still asleep, so I swung around and took
his cock into my mouth.   It tasted dry and musty, but I knew the taste
was of my body and I carried on.  Soon Nikolai opened his eyes and
smiled, before grabbing my cock and moving me into a position for him to
get my cock in his mouth.   We sucked on each other, but I felt his wet
fingers tickling around my hole and pushing inwards. One of his fingers
pushed into me and a great shiver ran through my body.   Nikolai pulled
his finger out of me and stuck his tongue in, causing me to moan and sigh
with expectation. Before I could prepare myself, he flicked me on my side
and had his cock inside me to the hilt.   I had never taken a cock so
quickly in my life and he made it seem so easy, somehow he had opened me
right up.  He grabbed my cock and pulled on me while jamming his solid
cock into my arse.   Again we climaxed together, this time with him
emptying himself inside me and me spraying the bed, my chest and even my
chin.

It was time to go eat, so reluctantly we had to bring the fun to a
close.  Nikolai got dressed and left, I went and had a shower.   I had
had two experiences, one with an American, one with a Russian.  Which was
best?  I couldn't decide.

I had a plan.



I buckled down over the next two days, preparing myself for the coming
final.  When it came I gave it my best, but I managed only second place,
behind, yes, you guessed, Nikolai.   I chased after him telling myself if
I caught him I could have sex with him again, the 10 seconds or so seemed
like 10 minutes, but I just couldn't pull that few inches back.   I
congratulated him and we hugged then we both headed for the practice
track, we were both taking part in the 4 X 100m heats that afternoon.  We
both won our heats and were destined to meet again in the final, both
running anchor and this time I got my revenge, we beat the Russians by a
good margin.   As there were 2 days left of the games, but we were both
finished competing, I invited him to my room that night for a celebratory
drink and he quickly accepted, agreeing to be there at 7 o'clock.

I went back to the campus, showered, ate dinner, then showered again (I
wanted to be sure) then I knocked on Dean's room and told him I was
having a farewell drink with another competitor and invited him to join
us.   I didn't tell him the other guest was a Russian because I wasn't
sure how he would feel about that, I had already formed the impression
that Nikolai didn't like Americans, I just hoped I could change his mind,
at least as far as one American was concerned.

Just before 7 o'clock, Nikolai appeared at my door and I welcomed him
with a glass of wine.   We each drank half a glass before we were rolling
around on the bed.  I had just managed to get his trousers off when my
door was knocked again.   Before Nikolai could cover himself, I called
"Come in", and Dean entered.  Dean was surprised, he didn't know he was
invited to an orgy, and Nikolai was totally shocked: he didn't know
anyone else was expected, least of all a beautiful American Negro.   I
jumped off the bed, kissed Dean passionately and opened his trousers
quickly enough for Nikolai to see what was on offer before he decided to
leave.   Nikolai's eyes were a picture to behold; I swear he actually
licked his lips.  I introduced my two handsome men to each other,
grabbing each cock and pulling them together to kiss like long time
lovers.   I dropped down and put as much of Dean's cock into my mouth as
I could, sucking him and at the same time aiming my arse at Nikolai.
Thankfully he took the hint and mounted me without benefit of spit or
grease.   As he pummelled into me he forced me further onto Dean.  I took
as much as I could then I backed off.  Dean moved round behind Nikolai
and rammed that massive cock right up his arse.  I swear I felt Nikolai
push an extra inch into me as he was hammered by Dean.   I braced myself
against the bed with both hands and I was still the first to shoot,
without even touching myself.

I practically pulled Nikolai off Dean's dick, sat him on the bed and
wrapped my mouth around his angry cock and swallowed until his head was
firmly in my throat.   I was counting on Dean being tempted by my swaying
arse, I knew Nikolai had me well opened up and if I couldn't get Dean in
now, I never would.

I wasn't disappointed; I felt that massive, pink-headed black cock push
against me.  I braced myself against the bed either side of Nikolai's
body, spread my legs and groaned.  Dean smeared a load of lubricant on
himself, then pushed a fingerful into my hole.   I felt him enter slowly;
stretching my ring like it had never been stretched before.  I thought
the head would never make it, it felt twice as big as it looked in my
hand but eventually I felt my arse close around it.   Dean waited before
slowly force his entry of my tight arse.  It felt tighter than the first
time I ever got fucked and I didn't know if I could continue.   It felt
as if he was further in than anyone had been before and I still couldn't
feel his balls.  He withdrew a couple of inches then pushed again, no
further than before, just to get me used to the feeling.   He kept that
up until that wonderful feeling I had been waiting for started to seep
into me.  The burning pain became a great warmth and I started to enjoy.
  Dean felt me push back slightly and took that as encouragement to
continue and pushed even hard.  At the same time I began to concentrate
again on Nikolai's cock in my mouth, sliding my mouth to the end of his
pole then gorging again.   Finally I felt Dean's balls press against my
arse and I knew he had succeeded in opening me right up.  He was able
then to work my arse properly, ramming his meat right into my hole while
I gobbled on that beautiful Russian sausage.   Nikolai stood up so that
he could better control his thrusts and I was speared at both ends.  They
fucked in unison, hammering my body from opposite sides and I lost
control completely, moaning, groaning, bucking, if Dean hadn't been
holding my hips and Nikolai holing my armpits I would have collapsed on
the floor, but they held on to me as they used my writhing body.   I
could hear them kiss each other's face as they pumped my two holes.  By
this time I was ready to climax again, and neither of them had shot once
yet and I just couldn't hold back.   I was screaming with ecstasy, only
Nikolai's cock in my mouth stopped the noise being heard throughout the
building.  Then I felt Nikolai's cock swell in my throat and I knew he
was cumming.   Somehow Dean must have realised by the look on Nikolai's
face and that cock in my arse, bigger, thicker than anything that had
ever been there before, got even bigger as I felt their juice fill me at
the same time, causing my own cock to spew a second load.

We collapsed on the bed in a heap and licked and cleaned each other,
Nikolai sucking Dean's spunk from my arse, Dean licking from my face the
cream that I hadn't been able to swallow from Nikolai and me feasting on
their sweaty armpits, pecs and crotches.

After a shower we went out and had a meal and a few drinks together and
promised to keep in touch no matter what, and even arrange to meet again
some day.

We never did hear from Nikolai after he returned to Russia although I did
see him a few times on TV at international athletics meetings.   Dean and
I wrote a few times to each other but we were both busy with our studies
and the letters soon dried up.

I had a lot more experiences before meeting someone I wanted to settle
down with but I have never forgotten that amazing threesome with the
Youth of Russia in my mouth and the Flower of America in my arse.   In
later years when the question on east-west relations came up, if anyone
asked the questions whether the two super powers could ever be friends I
would express the opinion, "It depends, if they can find the right person
to bring them together, I think they might get on OK, might even enjoy
each other's company".