Date: Mon, 4 Jul 2005 23:51:44 -0700
From: Jim Cook <Jim_Cook7@msn.com>
Subject: My life story in as "FEW WORDS" as possible,
     chapter#3 Welcome to Frantfurt- part 1

     MY LIFE STORY, IN AS FEW WORDS AS POSSIBLE

     BY JIM COOK


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        Chapter 3

        Welcome to Frankfurt
              part 1


        "Here you are", a hand on my shoulder turned me around. I found
myself gazing into those beautiful azure blue eyes belonging to Hans. "I've
been waiting for you to come out of customs" he said, grabbing one of my
suitcases from me. "Come on follow me, I have a car and I'll take you into
town and help get you settled in a hotel room", he grinned. "Oh...Hans, am
I glad to see you, I think I'm already lost, I can't even seem to find a
taxi". I said with a bewildered smile. "You have to wait in line over
there", he said pointing to a small sign on a post by the curb, "Another
would have been along shortly".

        As we walked toward an employee parking lot, "Where in town would
you like to stay, any ideas?" he questioned. "Well.....I'd like a nice
hotel, but; not expensive.....Oh.. And,.... near the train station". I
replied with a chuckle, after stating my seemingly impossible
request. "Ahh...hummm... Well... SMART ASS, just so happens I know the
perfect place", he stated, with a smug look and a smack on my butt. "It's
just across the street from the HauptBahnhof, that's the main train station
here in Frankfurt, And.....it's Not...expensive either, also I think it's a
nice place". Han's said, very proud of himself. "Not to mention....It's
also very close to my apartment" he quipped, jabbing his elbow into my
side.

        Not only is Hans strikingly handsome, especially in his flight
uniform, but; he has turned out be a very nice guy. And right about now I
could use a friend who knows his way around. The car was in an employee
parking garage two floors up; with all the openness of it I was able to
have a good panoramic view around the airport. What a spread out place it
appeared to be. I later learned that the big complex on the other side of
the runways was the U S Air force's Rhine main airbase.

        A couple of blasts from his car horn snapped me back from my
thoughts. As I turned Hans was getting into a blue Porsche. Walking over to
the car, "Wow...Hans, this is fantastic, is it yours?" I asked a little
bewildered. "Soon....the bank owns it now" he laughed. "We don't make as
much as people think" he said shaking his head from side to side.

        The drive into town was very interesting. Germany looked just as
beautiful as I thought it would, only prettier. "Here's the Hotel, and
right over there across the street is the train station" he said pointing
out the window. "Would you like me to come and help you check in, if you do
I'll find a place to park?" Hans questioned. "Do they speak English?" I
asked. With a little laugh he nodded his head, and said "Oh...yes, I know
they do". "Well ok then, I'll be fine" I replied. "Thank you very much,
Hans, you've made my first day here, not only easier, but; very
enjoyable....Thanks so much" I added. Getting out of the car he helped me
retrieve my luggage from the back seat. "Call me after you get checked in"
he shouted out his window as he drove off. "How" I started to yell, but; he
was already too far down the street. Then remembering the envelope in my
coat pocket, I guessed he'd taken care of that.

        I took a deep breath, picked up my suitcases and went inside to the
front desk. "Guten tag mein Herr, kann ich helfe .... (good day sir, may I
help...)?" Before he could say another word. "Do you speak English?" I
asked. "Yes...yes sir, may I help you" he inquired. "I would like a room
for a few days, maybe even a week" I told him. "Is the room just for you,
and would you like one with or without a bathroom, sir?" A room without a
bathroom, strange I thought. "Yes it's just for me and with a bath please"
I answered, knowing I needed to take a shower after the long flight.

        Pushing a card and a pen across the desk toward me, "Do you know
just how many days you will be with us?" he smiled. "Well at least four,
maybe even a little longer, is that alright?" I questioned. "Yes sir that's
fine, I will leave the date open for now, just let us know when you
decide". Picking up the card after I had filled it out he asked to see my
passport. After jotting down the numbers off the passport, "Here you are
sir", he said handing my passport and a key to me. "Do you need help with
your luggage, sir" he asked. "No, I can manage" I told him with a
smile. "Take the lift to the second floor and go to the right, about four
doors down on the right is room #204", he said pointing to the elevator
behind me. As I turned to go to the elevator I was able to take a good look
at the lobby. Hans was right, this is a nice hotel.

        Once in my room, I was pleasantly surprised. The room was large,
with a queen-size bed in the corner.  The furniture in the room was all
made from what looked like black walnut. Heavy dark wood styled from the
fifties. The bathroom was also quite large, white porcelain tiles on the
floor with the old fashioned claw foot bathtub. The toilet and the bidet
looked almost new. Bidet ...well...well I had heard of them, but; had never
seen one up close and personal, so to speak. Suitcases open on the bed I
began to unpack, just the things that should be hung up. I left most of my
stuff in my suitcases.

        Oh yes, the envelope from Hans, I'd almost forgotten. Picking up my
coat, I pulled it out and opened it.  It was written on Lufthansa
stationary, Lufthansa is the parent company of Condor. The note read, Hans
Michael Franken...120 LEERBACH Strasse, Frankfurt am Main, telephone
22-48-74-01. Call me when you can, Hans. The phone was on the table next to
me. It looked quite different from the phones in the U S A, a larger base
than ours have, but; the receiver appeared just about the same. Now, how do
I work it? Well it has a dial...just dial I guess, I said to myself shaking
my head a little. I'll take a bath and give Hans time to get home and relax
a bit, before I try and call him.

        The nice hot bath felt good. Although I usually always took a
shower at home, this was very relaxing.  This tub was much different than
the one we had at home, much bigger and quite a bit deeper. After sinking
into the water all the way up to my neck, I leaned back, relaxed, and just
soaked. After drying off I tossed the towel back on the rack, and sat down
to give Hans a call.

        Picking up the paper with his number on it, I lifted the receiver
and dialed, 22-48-74-01. The ring was also different than back home. Two
quick little rings then a brief pause, two more quick rings and a pause;
this went on a few more rings, before someone answered. "Ja, Bitte"...came
a response. "Hello Hans? this is Jim...Jim Cook" I said into the
receiver. "Jim, how do you like the hotel,...have any problems at the desk
checking in?" he asked. "No...no none at all, and the room is really nice"
I told him. "Thanks for choosing this Hotel". "I thought you would like it,
...and... it's right across the street from the train station" as per your
request, he snickered. "How are you feeling, a bit tired I'll bet" Hans
inquired. "No...not really, I just had a nice relaxing bath, and I feel
pretty good, kinda perked me back up " I replied. "Good...would you like to
do something tonight, maybe...go have dinner, and then let me show some of
my favorite night spots?" he giggled.

        "Well...you know I'm only eighteen" I said
questioningly. "Oh...Yes, I remember, but; here in Germany that's old
enough" he said laughing. "What time would you like for me to meet you
there at the hotel, I'm free any time you are?" he queried. "How does two
hours sound?" I offered. "Fine, I'll meet you down in the bar in two hours
then, Ok...bis spater (Till later)" Hans said. "Ok Hans, till then" I
added, putting the receiver down. Good this will give me a little time to
dry my hair and get dressed, I thought. After drying my hair, I decided to
lie down and rest a while; I still had plenty of time before Hans was due
to arrive. After lying down I decided I was a bit tired, but; not
toooo... tired to go out on my first night here in Frankfurt. I was really
looking forward to seeing Hans again.

        Now what to wear... What does one wear for a night out on the town,
here in Germany I wondered?  Well...one is never wrong in a nice sport coat
and slacks, I hoped.

        The Hotel bar was very "Old World" furnished in dark woods,
crystal, and brass. It had an air of old fashioned classiness about
it. "Ja, Bitte" the bartender said leaning towards me. "A screwdriver,
please" I asked.  "A screwing driver?... A screwing driver?, how is it
made"?, he asked slowly shaking his head. "You tell me what is in it, and I
can make it for you" he said in almost perfect English, seeing I was an
American. A bit embarrassed, I told him orange juice and
vodka. "Oh.. Yes...yes I remember this" he said turning to the long row of
different bottles behind him.

        I was just starting on my second "Screwdriver" when I heard,
"Hallo, Jim", right behind me. I turned my head; there stood Hans in a pale
blue turtleneck, and grey slacks. With his blond hair and those blue, blue
eyes, not only did he look almost good enough to eat, he looked as if he
had just finished shooting an add for a "Welcome to Germany" travel
brochure. I had to be the luckiest American male, not only was the first
German I'd met very nice, but; he is...Sooo... handsome.

        "Hello Hans, what would you like to drink?" I offered. On seeing
Hans, the bartender moved down to our end of the bar. "Ja Bitte (Yes,
Please)", he asked Hans. "Oh, I'll have the same thing he's having", Hans
replied in English, sliding onto the barstool next to mine. "Well how do
you like Germany or at least Frankfurt" Hans asked. Nodding my head in the
affirmative, "Oh I do, I'm really enjoying myself". "What would you like
for dinner, maybe; some "Real" German cuisine" he suggested. "When In
Rome", or in this case Germany", I replied with a little grin. With a
pleased self assured look on his face, he said, "I know just the place, I'm
sure you'll like it". Then giving me a pat on the knee, he said "The food
is really good".

        We talked for awhile; Hans telling me of the places he was sure I
would want too visit while I was in Frankfurt. Asking where else in Europe
I planned go, he spoke of certain cities and countries that were a "Must
See". "Lots to see, and do, not to mention the "Night Life", he added with
a very sly wink.


          Dinner was a real treat for me, especially because German food
has always been a favorite of mine.  The Sauerbratten was fantastic, and
quite unlike any I've had in the States. As we were finishing our coffee,
Hans broke my train of thought by asking "How about going dancing"? "We
don't have any girls with us" I replied. "Well...we can do one of two
things.....One, I can call a couple of girls that I work with...Or..." (he
paused looking me in the eyes, and with a wiggle of his eyebrows) continued
saying "We have some every nice dance clubs, .....that... are just for
guys". "You know I was really glad that you came back to the galley, and
talked with me during the movie" he continued, "That's when I decided to
"Get to Know" this passenger". He flashed me those pearly whites. "Well in
that case....You needn't call....Anyone, I've never been to dance club just
for guys, and I would really like to see one", I chided him. "Ok...Gut,
Jim, then that is what you shall see..." he said, again smiling from ear to
ear.

        The evening was warm and clear. Even with the street lights, the
night sky sparkled with a thousand stars.

        From in front of the train station, we walked up one of the main
thru fairs. After about four blocks, we turned into a very narrow street
and walked another block. "CRAZY HORSE" written in large pink neon script
just above a doorway, made me think we had arrived. Sure enough, Hans
opened a large green door, and we entered, Hans leading the way into the
dimly lit hallway. It took a minute or so for my eyes to adjust to the
darkened corridor.

        Over the music, coming from the far side of the room, "Hallo Hans,"
came from an older woman, who smiling warmly, had grabbed Han's by the arm
planting a kiss on his cheek.

        After a little banter in German, Hans introduced me to Alice the
owner of the Crazy Horse. For an older woman, she seemed full of
life. There was even a little ginger in her step. With Alice's arms locked
in each of ours, she led us over to the bar. "Ok boys, your first two
drinks are on me", Alice said giving us a peck on the cheek. The bartender
nodded, smiled and waited for our order.

        Turning to me Hans, grinned asking "What would you like, Jim"? "I
think maybe just a beer, will do me nicely. I thoughtfully
answered. Leaning towards the bartender, "Zwei bier, Bitte (Two beers,
please)" Hans offered, holding up two fingers. A few moments later, two
tall fluted beer glasses, filled to the brim with almost no foam, were
placed in front of us. "Prost", Hans said with a clink of our glasses.

        Most of the guys in the place were just milling about, only a few
were either sitting at the bar or the tables around the dance floor. "Do
you want to stay here, or sit over there", he asked me, nodding towards an
empty table along the edge of the dance floor. Without waiting for an
answer, Hans left in the direction of the table, gesturing for me to
follow. "Better viewing from here" he winked, pulling out a chair for me.

        The dance floor was fairly well populated with some very handsome
guys. "Care to dance", Hans offered. Being the really shy guy that I am, I
answered "Maybe in a little while". Before I could say anything else, Alice
came over to our table. "Everything good?" she asked, in a heavy German
accent. "JA, alles gut liebe Frau (yes, everything is good, lovely woman"
Hans answered. With a glint in her eyes, she threw up her arms, saying
"Well then...Dance, Dance...you should be showing Jim a good time, don't
forget you're his host". Then she turned and disappeared back into the
group of guys. "Come on then, let's dance", holding out his hand to
me. Giving a shrug, I followed him onto the dance floor. Nervous as I was
about dancing in front of all these people, I decided to give it my best
shot. After four of five songs, "Need to rest a bit Hans" I grimiest,
wiping my forehead with the back of my hand.

        Hans went to get us another beer, as I went looking for the
bathroom. Thank God for pictures, making it almost impossible to enter the
wrong restroom.

        Inside I found an older gentleman in a white jacket, standing by
the sink holding a towel. Well...this was sure unexpected. He simply nodded
and smiled. After relieving my self, and washing my hands, I was handed a
towel by the gentleman. Noticing a saucer with change in it, I assumed a
tip was in order. Luckily I did have a few German coins in my pocket, left
over from the bar in the hotel. Trying to act like I knew what I was doing,
I dropped some change on the little plate.

        Making my way back to the table, I noticed Hans and the beer were
there waiting for me. I guess wondering where I'd gotten off to, Hans
beamed when he caught sight of me approaching.

        "You have an attendant in your restrooms?" I asked, with a look of
puzzlement on my face. "W ell, not everywhere", he said, "just in the more
formal places" "I think I'm going to like Germany", I replied, with a nod
of approval.

        After a little more dancing and a couple more beers, Hans asked
"Ready to try another club, I know of"?  "You're the guide", I quipped
back. As we were leaving Alice came up to us and told Hans, "Be sure and
bring him back now, you two look good together". "Oh...you think so,
Alice", Hans replied, putting his arm around my neck, "Maybe I will, just
maybe I will" he winked. "Watch out for him (pointing to Hans)", Alice said
jokingly. We laughed as we made our way out the door.

        Once outside, "I feel a bit tipsy" I told Hans. "But I've only had
four or so glasses of beer", I questioned him. "Well...Jim, One glass of
real German beer has almost as much alcohol in it, as six glasses of your
American beer" he informed me with a little snicker. Damn...no wonder I
felt tipsy, I thought. "You'll get use to it", he chided me. After a short
walk in the fresh air, I started to feel like my old self again.

        The second club was a horse of a different color. Bright lights,
louder music, a mirrored ball, and an atmosphere more like a Disco. The
place was full to overflowing. We had to elbow our way up to the bar. "Boy
this is really quite different from Alice's", I stated a little
bewildered. "Yes it is, I like dancing here more than at Alice's", Hans
almost had to yell over the loud music.

        "Go find us a table, and I'll get us a beer", Hans hollered as he
headed for the bar. Having to almost push my way through all these guys, I
sought out a table. Although the club seemed full, most were standing or
wandering about. I had no trouble locating an empty table next to the dance
floor.

        After what seemed like forever, Hans reappeared two glasses in
hand. Looking at my watch, I discovered I'd forgotten to reset it to
Frankfurt time. "What time is it Hans? I've neglected changing mine to
local time". Glancing up from his watch, he said "Two..., you getting
tired?" "No...no, not yet anyway" I said, lying just a bit. I really was
starting to feel the time difference, and some jet lag. "We can leave
anytime you like" Hans reassured me.

        About an hour later Hans caught me yawning. "Time to go" he said,
with a nudge to my side. "Can't have you all worn out, now can we? Besides
I hope the night is not completely over", he added, with a sly
smile. "Oh....I'm not that tired", returning his sly smile.

        After another dance together, he gave me a peck on the lips, saying
"Let's go before we're both too tired". A kiss on the lips, even as
fleeting as it was, brought a grin to my face. His kiss, our first kiss,
was the only sign aside from our little touchy feely on the plane that Hans
might really want to go to bed with me. I began thanking any and all of my
lucky stars.

        "Hey....Big Boy, wanna...come back to the hotel with me, I have a
bottle of Scotch from the duty free shop?" I pressed for a "yes" from
him. "Thought you'd never ask", wiggling his eyebrows. With that he slipped
his arm thru mine and headed us toward the door, almost knocking over
anyone in our path.

        The stroll back to the hotel in the cool night air refreshed both
of us. During our walk my mind wandered to that wonderful bulge in his
pants I'd played with on the plane. All the way up in the elevator, Hans
gently rubbed my ass through my slacks. Because of the late hour, we were
alone in the lift. Holding hands we made our way down the hall toward my
room. Oh...how romantic I thought.

        After opening the door, Hans went over and plopped himself down on
the bed, his hand patting the space next to him. Tossing my coat on a
chair, I scooped up the bottle of Scotch along with a couple of glasses,
and went over beside him. As I Placed the glasses and bottle on the
nightstand next to the phone, Hans began kissing and nibbling my neck. As I
turned our mouths met, his tongue slipping between my lips.

        The growing bulge in my own pants told me, "Wow...this guy knows
how to kiss". Slowly I lowered him back onto the bed. Now we were making
out began in earnest. His fingers roamed my body, as I nestled my hand over
his manhood. That bulge I'd eyed on so many occasions before was now in my
grasp.

        Unzipping his pants, I felt my own cock begin oozing
precum. Reaching inside I found his cock all bound up in his underwear,
making it impossible to judge its true size. My fingers found a very wet
spot, spreading with my touch.

        Sitting up, Hans gently pushed my hand away, "let me take these
off, I'm getting too hot" he panted, with a wink. Actually so was I, we
both began to undress. He watched me, and I him. Finally he stood naked; I
could only stare at beautiful body before me. "Now your turn" he blushed,
turning a bit red. "Oh sorry", I said embarrassed. "It's just...your, your
so handsomely built, and your cock" I stammered. I was staring and I knew
it. "Wow...your cock, Oh...that's...nice" I spoke, almost drooling. To
enamored to care anymore, I slid my fingers around it. My mouth dry, I
could only sigh. "You like?" he asked. Even at only three quarters hard it
was still a formidable weapon. I judged it to be about seven inches, and as
big round as a flashlight. The foreskin barely covered the crown of the
gland.

        Tugging my zipper down the rest of the way, I finished removing my
pants, and underwear. Now both naked, we stood for a moment just gazing at
each other. My cock, with a drop of precum hanging from the tip, began
rising. Smiling he went down on his knees in front of me. Holding out his
tongue, he slowly licked the drop of clear fluid from me. As he stood back
up, I was awe struck. His cock now fully blood engorged stood out proudly,
involuntarily I licked my lips. His completely hard manhood was amazing,
the foreskin had disappeared, and it looked circumcised like mine. I have
always been proud of my equipment, at a little over eight inches, but; his
put mine to shame.

        Now it's his cock with a drop of dew clinging to the dark red
mushroom cap. I'm the one now on my knees, licking the head to remove
it. Reaching out Hans pulled me to my feet, and led me over to the
bed. After pulling back the covers, he gently laid me across the bed.

        I turned my head as he stood next to me. I was able to take the
head of his cock into my mouth, stretching it to accommodate him. A slight
moan escaped him, as he reached for my hard meat. With my cock in his hand
he climbed over me and onto the bed, never once letting his manhood slip
from my mouth. This is going to be a night to remember, I thought, as I
kept sucking on his powerful tool. On his knees, he leaned forward and took
me deep into that beautiful mouth of his. Now it was my time to moan. As he
took my cock deeper, I placed my hands on his firm buttocks, pulling him
down into the recesses of my throat.

        His legs began quivering, as he eased the whole thing into my
throat. Deeper and deeper, ever so slowly he slid into me. I was so turned
on; my throat just relaxed and accepted him. Removing my dick from his
mouth only long enough to murmur "Ohhhh...Yes...Jim, yes", acknowledging
the depth of penetration he'd achieved.  As if to say "Thank You" he
swallowed me to the hilt, and held me there as he massaged my balls. As if
knowing I needed to take a breath he slowly began withdrawing, easing back
up until only the head remained.  As I swirled my tongue around the head,
he moaned and lowered himself back down into my throat. All the while he
continued to deep throat me.

        Reaching for my head with one hand he rolled over onto his side, I
followed his every movement. We were in a fast paced sixty-nine, and deep
throated each other relentlessly. We were moaning so loudly, I was sure
someone could hear. Releasing my cock from his warm mouth, Hans turned and
came up to lie beside me, whispering in my ear "You make me feel
Sooo...good, and I want you so badly". Then kissed me as deeply as he
could. Relaxing, I just let his tongue explore my mouth, then my neck, and
down to my nipples. One by one he licked them until they stood hard, a low
moan escaped my throat. Unable to move I lay motionless, enjoying the bath
his tongue was giving me. As he began licking my navel I started to shake,
and moan ever louder.  Reaching his manhood I slowly manipulated the head,
smearing the copious flow of fluid everywhere, covering even his hot
testicles with it.
        "No one...has ever made me feel this way before, Jim" he whispered,
coming up beside me. "I think...I...Love you", he giggled, kissing my
cheek. Then softly kissed my lips. Neither of us had cum, but yet; it was a
kind of climax anyway. We held each other, and drifted off into a pleasant
sleep.



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