Date: Wed, 27 Jul 2005 16:26:28 -0700
From: Jim Cook <Jim_Cook7@msn.com>
Subject: my life story in as "FEW WORDS" as possible/ Welcome to Frankfurt, part 2
MY LIFE STORY IN AS FEW WORDS AS POSSIBLE
BY JIM COOK
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CHAPTER 3
WELCOME TO FRANKFURT
part 2
Then he kissed me as deeply as he could. Relaxing, I let his tongue
explore my mouth, then my neck, and down to my nipples. One by one he
licked and gently sucked them until they were so hard; a moan escaped me,
making him suck even harder. Continuing to lie still, I enjoyed the bath
his tongue was giving me.
As he tongued my navel, I began to shake and moan even
louder. Reaching for that still hard cock of his, I slowly stroked him. "No
one.....has ever been able to make me feel like that before, I think I love
you", he whispered giggling.
Coming back up he kissed my cheek, then softly kissed my lips. Neither
of us had cum yet, but; it was a kind of climax anyway. We held each other,
and drifted off into a pleasant sleep.
I awoke later to a warm mouth on my cock, even though I was soft, it
felt wonderful. Reaching down I ran my fingers through his hair softly,
almost lovingly, as he sucked my now hardening cock. As I hardened, he took
me further into his throat.
One hand rubbing my balls, the other gliding gently over my stomach to
my nipples. I continued running my fingers through his hair, as he pinched
first one then the other. He noticed my arousal, as my cock leapt even
further into his throat.
He started softly moaning, as my hips began to fuck up into him. My
one hand held him tightly against me. My other now on his head, I fucked
his mouth harder and deeper with each thrust. Afraid I might cum, I held
him still. Guessing my nearing climax, he came up and off my cock.
Tugging gently at his shoulders, I forced him back up beside me. "Easy
Hans, I don't want to cum, just yet." I pleaded with him. I did like just
feeling him next to me.
Having never been one to become attached to anyone, I was
puzzled. Here I'd just met Hans, was I falling in love with him? For the
first time, sex, hot as it was, was not the most important thing? "Ok
Jimmy, let's keep our head", I said to myself. "You're just infatuated with
this beautiful guy, nothing more. And besides, you might scare him off, if
you come on too strong". I guess wondering why I was so quiet; he asked "Is
something wrong, Jim?"
"Oh, no Hans, I'm just enjoying being with you, that's all." I
sighed. Giving me a bit of a hug, he moved up and kissed me again. Then we
drifted back into sleep.
I awoke first. Looking over at Hans I knew I felt something I hadn't
felt, at least toward another guy. Although I've had some, but; not a lot
of sex with girls. I did not consider myself gay. Even though I've had
wanton sex with just about any and every guy I could, I only thought of
myself as being over sexed, not gay. I still found the female body
exciting. And often jacked off thinking about sex with a hot girl. Just
what was I feeling?
Trying to be as quiet as I could, I reached over and lit a
cigarette. Still lost in thought, I didn't realize Hans was awake, until he
kissed my stomach. Glancing down, I saw those big beautiful blue eyes
smiling up at me. "Good morning", I said softly.
"Gutten morgen" he whispered, giving me that wonderful smile of
his. "May I have a cigarette too; I think I am all out?" He asked. I lit
another one and put it to his lips. Grinning, he opened his mouth just
enough to accept the cigarette.
We sat quietly while we smoked, on occasion grinning at each
other. "You know Jim, I really care for you?" Hans spoke, breaking the
spell. Oh...my...foolish...heart... be still, I thought.
"I really like you too, Hans" I replied. "And I hope I'll get to know
you even better" I added, kissing him lightly on the lips.
"Would you like to drive up to Dsseldorf with me, you would be able
to experience a lot more of the real Germany"? He had a pleading look in
his eyes.
"Oh, you have to go and leave, just when I was getting to know you a
little," I said, with a pretended hurt look.
"No...no I don't have to go, I just wanted you to see my home and meet
my family, before you have to leave", saying it in a low voice, accompanied
by those puppy dog eyes of his. Now I was becoming a little nervous. Home
to meet the family, what am I getting into, if I go with him to meet his
folks?
"We don't have to; I just thought you might like it"? He offered,
reaching for another cigarette. "Just think about it, I know you are
probably still tired after your long flight. If you're not up to it, it's
alright", I understand. The "Oh... please, please" in his voice, made me
want to chuckle just a little.
Trying to adjust my perspective, I reasoned to myself, surely I'm not
the only American Hans has taken to bed? I did, however; realize I did feel
"something" for him. But; what, was my nagging thought? Just play it by
ear, I kept telling myself. "Ok, to take a bath?" Hans asked, getting out
of bed.
"Don't you want to finish what we started earlier?" I questioned.
"I think you are just a little bit too worn out, let's just wait until
tonight", he compromised. Watching Hans head for the bathroom, I couldn't
help but notice his beautiful form. From the bed I could observe him as he
adjusted the water. Sitting on the side of the tub, Hans turned and caught
me looking at him. Grinning he hopped in the water. What am I getting into,
I kept asking myself over and over? Oh well, "Let time take care of itself"
I decided.
Frankfurt was a wonderful surprise, what a beautiful city. The city
park extends all the way around the city. Hans explained, that the park is
where the old city walls were. Walking through the park, I stopped in one
of the public bathrooms. There were a lot of men inside. Most seemed young,
only a few looked older. Walking up to an open space at the urinal, I
couldn't help but notice a few heads turn to check me out. Smiling to my
self, "I'll have to remember this place" I thought. It seems that whether
in California or Germany, some public bathrooms just seem to have a
gathering of guys looking for a little action.
Our little tour of Frankfurt, came to an end at a small outdoor
restaurant located in the park. "Why don't we have an early dinner here?"
Hans inquired. "The food is not expensive, and is really quite good." He
added.
"Sounds fine to me, I'd like sitting here outside. It's a lovely warm
evening to be out here in the open." I smiled.
The meal was excellent, making me fall in love with German food all
the more, if that's possible. Stateside German restaurants, while still
being the some of the best. Don't hold a candle to the "Real" thing. I'm
not sure what the difference is, but; there defiantly is one.
After going out and dancing some, and saying hello to Alice at her
club, we returned to my hotel. Hans tried talking me into going over to his
apartment, but; because all my morning utensils, like my razor, toothbrush,
and hair products were all at the hotel. I was able to convince him to come
back to the hotel.
I think we both were looking forward to getting naked, and picking up
where we left off the night before, I know I was. I poured a little scotch,
adding a dash of seven-up into a glass for each of us. At first Hans
wrinkled up his nose, and said "What are you doing?" Just try it I
reassured him. After a sip, Hans gave me a thumbs up, and nodded his head
saying "Not bad...not bad at all".
"See I'm not crazy", I said laughingly. Hans came over and gave me a
deep wet kiss.
"Not crazy at all", he said putting his arms around me. This time the
kiss was very wet and deep, as his tongue found its way 'almost' down my
throat.
My hands were on his ass massaging those firm buttocks of his. I could
feel movement in the front of his pants as we kissed. As he held us closer
my manhood began to swell, as did his. The hand rubbing my now firming
cock, was very sensual with its long smooth strokes. The twitching of his
cock let me know he was as turned on as I was.
With slow gentle steps, he moved us toward the bed. After laying me
carefully on the bed, he began removing his clothes. My eyes never leaving
his body, I removed my jeans and shirt as well. Naked he leaned over and
softly licked my lips, before slipping his body down next to mine.
Our kissing and fondling grew more intense. His cock was slick with
pre-cum, and he kept oozing even more. My cock was wet with my own juice as
well.
Turning enough to fall into a sixty-nine position, we both began going
crazy on each others cocks. I worked mine deep into his throat, moaning, as
he let me slide into him. Taking a deep breath, I plunged my mouth down on
him. With my nose buried in the hair at the base of his cock, I started
swallowing. The mussels in my throat milking that hard cock, with all the
sensuality I could muster.
Flexing his hips he rammed my throat, fucking that cock into me
repeatedly balls deep. I began moaning, as he fucked my throat. Ramming my
cock into Hans's throat, he grabbed my ass and pulled me tightly to him,
milking my rod with his throat.
Coming up off his cock I took hold of his balls, gently fondling
them. His hips began to buck, begging me to swallow him down again. Letting
my cock slip from his lips, he panted, "Oh, Jim....please, swallow me
again,....please"?
"Hans...Hans, slow down, I don't want you cuming yet. Easy....guy, I
want my dick in your ass. I need to fuck that cute butt of yours" adding "I
also want to put that monster of yours' in me...well at least I want to
try".
With a light slap on my rump, Hans took a sip of his scotch. Giving me
that big smile of his, "yes, yes.. I want that too" he replied, giving me a
lecherous grin.
Lighting two cigarettes and giving one to Hans, "Let me get some K Y",
I said, heading for the bathroom. I bounced the tube on the bed next to
Hans.
"Yes, I use this too", Hans smiled, adding "Jim you may fuck me
first". "I've wanted to feel you in me, from the time I saw you on the
plane".
I started chuckling, saying "I've wanted to fuck that cute little butt
of yours, from the moment I saw you going down the isle of the plane with
the bar cart." We both grinned. By the time we had finished our cigarettes,
our cocks had gone soft. I looked at my shrunken soldier. Eight and a
quarter inches of prime circumcised cock, now only a shadow of it's former
self, was beginning to harden again at the thought of entering Hans's ass.
Pushing Hans back onto the bed I crawled between his legs. My tongue
licking those sweet balls of his, as my hand massaged his cock back to
life. The foreskin, little as he had, began to disappear, as his cock rose
to its full former glory. His dick now looked circumcised, and was stiff as
a board.
My delicate tongue work between his legs, had Hans quivering. With my
hands under his knees, I eased his legs up into the air. I licked further
down, under his balls. My tongue wandered to his flexing rosebud. Around
and around his puckered hole my tongue lathered, wetting as much of him as
I could. My tongue entered slowly, teasing the puckered hole. Probing in
further and deeper my tongue snaked.
I love being rimmed, and I love rimming. By the sounds Hans was
making, I knew he too enjoyed it. By reaching back and pulling his cheeks
open, he allowed me to really tongue fuck him. With my lips locked on his
hole, I sucked and fucked that ass as hard and deep as my wiggling tongue
would allow.
Sucking his ass and jacking that beautiful dick of his, had Hans's
clear nectar flowing everywhere. Over his balls, even down between his legs
to my mouth. Tasting his pre-cum as I sucked on his ass, made my cock all
that much harder.
With my tongue still lapping at his hole, I rose to my knees. Taking
my mouth from his puckered rosebud, I plunged his cock into my throat. His
dick down my throat, I lifted and spread his legs holding his ankles. My
cock now at the entrance, I rubbed on and around the lips of his moist
hole. His hips began to rock back toward me. Pulling my mouth up to the
leaking head of his meaty dick, I swirled my tongue faster and sucked
harder as I eased my cock into him.
Reaching for my ass, Hans forced me all the way into him in one quick
thrust. Holding my head, he pulled me up to lie on his chest. Panting and
moaning Hans jammed his tongue into my mouth as far as it would go. I
sucked his tongue for all I was worth, as my dick plowed in and out of his
tight ass.
With my hands on either side of his head, I raised up just enough to
be able to ram my cock into him as deep as I could. I fucked poor Hans, as
hard and fast as my body could move. Hans pumped his tool in rhythm to my
fucking.
Our mouths locked together, Hans groaned as his balls tightened and
his sperm blasted out drenching both of us. As Hans started cuming, the
mussels in his ass contracted around my cock, milking the cum from my
balls. As my climax came over me, I rammed him hard and deep. My hips
jerked uncontrollably as I released my cum into him. His little butt still
contracting, kept milking me, squeezing every ounce of cum from me.
Exhausted and panting I fell onto his cum soaked chest. My cock
remained buried in him as our mouths came together, our tongues exploring
each other. Time seemed to stand still.... for a long while.
As we regained our composure, Hans's hands slipped slowly down to my
still quivering buttocks, gently squeezing and massaging first one then the
other. "My turn" Hans whispered, a lecherous snicker in his voice.
"Ah, but...do you give....as well as you receive?" I bantered back.
In a gestured gruffness, Hans pushed me off and onto my back. "We
shall see,....we shall see..." he winked, handing me a cigarette.
Moving over to the table and pouring us both a little scotch, I handed
Hans a glass. "You know I might not be able to handle that tool of yours?"
I said, taking a sip from my glass.
Flopping his semi-erect cock in my direction, "Not afraid are we?" He
chuckled, adding "The fun may be in the trying".
"Ok, just let me have a little more of this scotch first, to kill the
pain", I joked. But; I suppose if you can fuck one end of me.......then the
other end should be able to handle you as well" I chuckled, raising one
eyebrow and cocking my head a little to one side. Finishing my drink and
placing my glass back on the table. I picked up the tube of k y and waved
it at Hans, as I flopped back down on the bed. After putting his glass
down, Hans began massaging my flaccid member.
His lips on mine, I took hold of his now hardening cock, and jacked it
slowly up and down. As his juice started flowing again, my cock hardened
quickly. Putting my mouth on the head of his dick, my tongue delved into
the oozing slit. Hans quickly followed suit and swallowed me to the balls.
Working my hips, I ground my cock into his throat. His cock oozing
even more, Hans moaned, "Oh ja Jim, just like that". Our sixty-nine was
heating up all over again. Rolling onto our sides, we jack-hammered into
each others mouths. This position allowed Han's meat fuck my throat, as
fast and deep as he liked. I was enjoying every inch of him, as that hard
piece of meat rammed my throat. The scent emanating off his balls was
exciting me all the more; the aroma of raw sex permeated the room.
I became so worked up, I began to quiver and moan. Aware of my state
of shear lust, Hans began probing my hole with his finger. I responded by
puckering my hole, as I felt the coolness of the K Y lube me. His probing
finger sent my cock deeper into his throat.
My moaning grew louder as his finger found new depths inside me,
striking my love button several times. His finger and my ass found a rhythm
that had us both moaning and thrashing about in pure lust. The more his
finger probed into me, the deeper my cock explored his throat. Ohhhh...now
two fingers found their mark. Hans was really pounding me with his
fingers. My breathing was becoming almost labored. Panting with a cock
lodged in your throat, only added to my state of pure bliss.
Both ends of me were being assaulted at once. Even Hans was getting
worked up more and more. He groaned and twisted as if ready to cum. His
hand came down behind my head, forcing himself into me. Sure he would cum,
I pulled my mouth up and off his throbbing dick. Whew,...a moment longer
and I would have been swallowing his nectar. Hans's whimpering begged me
not to stop.
I turned quickly, and pushed him onto his back. Crawling up to
straddle his cock, my ass was more than ready for that meat of his. On my
knees, my ass hovering just above the head of his dick, slowly...ever so
slowly I began to lower myself to meet his cock. Between the juices oozing
from Hans's cock, and the k y around my asshole. I had trouble holding on
to him, as I guided his member toward my waiting pucker.
I was so turned on. I shuddered when I felt the lips of my ass touch
his cock's slick mushroom head. I lowered myself a little at a time,
Feeling myself stretch as he entered me. Holding very still, I tried to
completely relax my ass. Little by little I could feel the head of his cock
reaching up into me. I froze for just a moment, allowing my stretched
rectum to become acclimated to his manhood.
As I relaxed, I found myself settling slowly down on all that Hans had
to offer. I felt the hair at the base of his cock tickle me, as I settled
down on him. I was completely filled, like never before. It felt as though
his cock had gone in my ass and up into my throat. The moaning escaping
Hans, told me how much he was enjoying himself.
Pulling my rump cheeks apart, Ohhhh....ah.. Ouch..., his cock bottomed
out in me. The big mushroom head of his cock, was stretching my insides to
the limit. It's a good thing Hans was no larger, there was no room left
inside me.
Fearful to move, do to the discomfort, I remained absolutely still. As
the moments passed, a new sensation replaced the discomfort I was
feeling. Gently, I moved in a small circular motion, working my ass around
on Hans. I found myself slowly moving up and down without even realizing
it, just part way up then back down. The feeling was overwhelming, as I
worked my ass a bit faster and pushed down harder.
In time I began grinding down, working his cock up into me, stretching
me all the more.
Rising up, I allowed more than half of his cock to slip out, before
plunging back down. Hans began fucking his cock up into me using his
hips. Holding me by the waist, he would pull me down on that hard meat of
his.
The words, "Fuck me harder....ram it...fuck me" were coming from my
own mouth, almost as fast as I bounced on the wonderful cock that filled
me. At first I wasn't all to sure his cock would fit, now I never wanted it
to leave me. Constant moaning from Hans informed me just how turned on he
was.
Opening his arms to me, I leaned forward and touched his lips with
mine. Our tongues doing a mating dance, he rapped me in his arms. He fucked
me using both his tongue and dick. Rolling us both over, I lifted my legs
as he settled in between. Grabbing my ankles, he held them up and as far a
part as he could. Our fucking took on a renewed lust.
Reaching over, I grabbed a pillow and placed it under my ass. The
angle now allowed Hans to penetrate me to the maximum. Rising up Hans
braced himself solely by holding my ankles, placing my feet on the wall
behind my head. Up on his toes, he looked down watching his mighty cock
pound me.
I still couldn't believe I was able to take that much cock, without a
hell of a lot of pain. Instead I was however in a constant state of
climaxing, without cuming.
My head rolled from side to side, my mouth was dry. I just kept
uttering the words..."fuck me Hans,....harder...harder.....Oh gawd, fuck
me.." Hans was pounding me so hard, the bed thumped against the wall each
time he dropped down ramming his cock in to the hilt.
The sweat pouring off Hans, fell on my face and chest. Licking my
lips, I tasted him in the heat of his passion. His stamina was
unbelievable. We copulated this way an hour or longer. The longer he fucked
me, the more delirious I became. My own convulsions and sweat seemed to
excite him all the more, if that was possible.
When ever he withdrew from me, even a little, it seemed as if my
insides were being wrenched out. I tried to fuck my ass back onto him,
whenever he hit bottom. Our rhythm just kept increasing in speed and
lust. Never before have I been filled with so much wild abandonment, and
raw sex.
Our moans became a sex chorus, his fucking was relentless. "Oh,
oh...Ahhhh", Hans relentlessly slammed his cock as deep as he could. Moving
his hips and grinding that cock in as hard as he could.
I felt the mushroom head in me flare, then the hot squirts of cum
followed. One, two and three, I could feel each, as they blasted into
me. And still he just kept cuming. Grabbing my own cock, and giving it a
very few quick strokes...I joined in Hans's climax.
With my ass mussel trying to tightly choke his cock, Hans just groaned
his approval, shooting even more cum into me. There was so much pouring
into me, it started to leak out and run down my ass.
My own cum had sprayed my face, mouth and chest. Sticking my tongue
out I licked my own cum from my lips. Seeing what I was doing Hans leaned
in and licked my face. With my cum on his lips he kissed me with a low
whimper.
His cock buried to the hilt, he released my ankles letting my legs
slowly come down. Rapping them around his waist, I held him snuggly as we
tried to catch our breaths. As the wet spot under me grew larger, I felt a
couple more squirts of cum being pumped into me.
Whispering in my ear "Oh Jim, you feel so good. We must do sex...more
times like this, I'm feeling wunderbar(wonderful)" Hans breathed, in
slightly broken English. Feeling his cock begin to soften, I lowered my
legs down to rest on the bed. Reaching for a cigarette, I asked, "Care for
one?" nodding toward Hans.
"Ja Bitte, yes please" he replied smiling with a wink. Turning, I felt
his cock twitch as it began to slip from me. The sensation of his dick
moving in me, even though not really hard, made my mine stir a little. As
we relaxed and became lucid again, his now exhausted cock slipped from me
completely. His cum now freely dribbled out, and I couldn't stop it. There
had to be at least half a cup. And I'll be damned if another glob didn't
ooze out of his now sleeping cock.
Sleep came easily to both of us. We were even too tired to clean
up. Hans cuddled up into the crook of my arm, his head on my chest. I
drifted off with a well fucked smile on my face.
Morning came distressingly early. Hans's easy breathing told me he was
still fast asleep. Trying not to wake him, I quietly lit a
cigarette. Gazing down at him, I remembered the pure lust we experienced
last night. That's the first time I can recall being so totally worked
over, by such a wonderful cock.
Never have I been with a guy that was able to release as much
fluid. I've seen guys cum in copious amounts, but; never a guy that was
able to cum the proverbial "buckets full", like Hans. Truly at least a
full half cup came out of him. Snapping me back from my trance. "Bitte
(please).... One for me" Hans pleaded with that wonderful smile and
beautiful eyes of his.
"Oh, you're awake, sexy" I answered, tussling his blonde hair a
bit. After lighting a cigarette for him, I walked over and pulled the
drapes aside, letting the room fill with the golden light of morning. The
street below bustling with the morning rush of people.
Returning to the bed, I couldn't help but notice what a handsome stud
Hans was. How lucky..., the first German boy I went to bed with, is the
picture perfect German. A tall, very handsome, blonde, blue eyed specimen
of German good looks.
Taking me over to show me his apartment, Hans fixed us a typical
German brunch. Open face sandwiches with a variety of German
lunchmeats. And some of the best cheeses I've ever eaten.
A few glasses of an excellent German white wine later, and while I
nibbled away at the cheese, Hans received a phone call.
Hearing only one side of the conversation, and it being in German, I
couldn't make much of what was being said.
"Verdammt.., damn it.....damn it..." a scowling Hans, returned from
the hallway. Sitting back down next to me, Hans took my hand and kissed it
saying, "Damn it Jim, I've been called to take a flight. Another crew is
short a Purser. I tried talking my way out of it, but; I have no choice, I
have to leave in the morning."
I couldn't help being disappointed, very disappointed. "Well...where
are they sending you off to", I sighed, almost tearing up.
"Hong Kong, and the worst of it is I'll be gone two weeks. This change
puts me on a whole new flight schedule......damn it. I so wanted too
introduce you to my folks, I know they'd love to meet you, Jim." "Will you
stay here in Frankfurt, and wait until I get back?" he almost pleaded.
"Oh....Damn Hans, I really would like to, really I would, but I too;
am on a limited time schedule. If I want to see all, or at least most of
Europe....I need to travel and see what I can. I'll not be able to visit
all of the places I've been dying to see, if I just sit and wait for two
weeks."
"But....but, I've just found you Jim, I can't let you go now?" Hans's
voice broke. Now those beautiful blue eyes were so sad.
"I'll come back Hans", I said, sadness showing in my own voice. "I
promise, I'll be back".
"I will bring you something from Hong Kong", replying with a tone of
bribery in his voice.
The usual grand smile, and twinkling eyes, were missing from his face
our last night out. Missing also was the happy carefree spark of the other
nights.
Because of his early flight, Hans couldn't drink after midnight, and
went home much earlier than he normally would have. Needing at least a
little sleep, and to pack for his trip, we parted early in the evening.
Alone in my hotel room, I sat there missing not being with
Hans. "Well... Cookie, now you're on your own", I sighed to myself.
Where to head now? Holland, Denmark or south to Rome? Holland.....yes,
Amsterdam. The sex capital of the world. Not to mention smoking a little
pot.
Studying my map of Europe, which came with my Euro-rail pass, I
decided the best way to save some money would be to travel long distances
on the train. Sleeping over night on board, would leave some money to spend
on other things, Hmmm...like...POT (not that I've ever smoked more than a
couple of joints in my whole life)....Ahhhh...Yes, using the train on a
long trip as a hotel, would save me quiet a bit. I'll go from the far north
to the far south....Amsterdam- Rome, Rome-Copenhagen,
Copenhagen-Paris.... Yes, that should work out well.
From Amsterdam I'd head to Rome,...leaving in the afternoon I'd sleep
on the train, arriving the next morning in Rome. Good plan I thought,
mentally patting myself on the back. My rail-pass is only good for three
months from the date I first use it. I need to plan all this out very
carefully. Time is of the essence, if I am to use my three month rail-pass
to its fullest. The summer will go by much to fast I fear.
CHAPTER #4 AMSTERDAM..... WILL BE POSTED SOON
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