Date: Sat, 26 Oct 2002 10:28:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Europa 11

Europa 11

By Bald Hairy Man

Email, bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com,

This is an adult story for adults. It is not intended for minors, nor for
persons who are offended by alternate life styles. If you are offended,
Don't Read the story! There is no effort expended to make this story
realistic or depict safe sex practices. This story is a fantasy, not a sex
manual.


The Nazis were finished, defeated and on the run.  Cornered rats are the
most dangerous.  I knew our small town was entering the most dangerous
phase of the war.  Obermayer was a mad man.  His second in command,
Col. Weiderman, was a former manager of a Berlin Department Store.  He had
no taste for war at all.

Max was with us full time and gave us a rundown of the personalities of the
German forces.  Oddly, Max found his courage after Wolfie's death.  He told
me he was afraid of being tortured by the Gestapo, but as long as he could
fight, he was with us.

For most of the soldiers, there was no desire to do anything, but go home
and protect their families, if that was possible.  They still obeyed, but
they had no desire to carry out the General's more draconian plans.  Max
also knew who were members of the "Brotherhood of the Cock".  Both Max and
Wolfie were sexually generous and had many friends.  Obermayer was
violently anti-homosexual and had no problem punishing those of which he
had the slightest suspicion.

Most were demoted to menial jobs.  The General tried to get them sent to
the Russian Front, but the clerical part of his office was slow to the
extreme and I'm not sure if anyone actually made it to the Russian front
from our area.  You know an army is defeated when the soldiers are trying
to select which armed force they will surrender to.  The universal hope was
to be captured by the Americans or Canadians.  The English were third and
then the Free French.  At the very bottom of the chart were the Russians.

Hans, my old playmate, was now working in the motor pool.  The need to
dispose of Obermayer was getting greater as he turned more vicious.  Emile
wanted an ambush.  I wanted an accident.  Shortly after the liberation of
Paris, a Resistance ambush killed three German's near our town. To this day
I don't know who did it.  It certainly wasn't anyone under my command.

Obermayer took hostages and announced he would shoot them all in a week if
the Resistance members weren't turned over to him.  Our plans shifted into
high gear.  Obermayer was paranoid and rarely ventured out of the Chateau
now.  A full frontal attack on the castle seemed impossible.  We didn't
know exactly where in the labyrinthine building he slept or worked.

Raoul. Emile and Evans worked on a scheme to attack the chateau as a decoy
and stage a jail break to release the hostages.  Good luck intervened.  Max
had friends in the enlisted men.  Max had shaved and now was unrecognizable
as his former self.  But he was just as good a cock sucker as he ever had
been.  He hooked up with Hans and discovered Obermayer's Achilles' heel.

As part of his purge of homosexuals, Obermayer had discovered a young kid,
Eric Meyers.  Eric was a very young looking 17 and the General was smitten.
He had told the kid he could escape transfer to the Russian Front by
becoming the General's boy.  It was very hush hush, but the kid was brought
to the General's bedroom several times a week and the General screwed him.

Eric had been a virgin and submitted, but hated it.  Hans had proudly told
Max, he had given the boy a lesson in man love.  When Eric found out what
real man sex was like from Hans, the boy grew to hate Obermayer more.  The
General needed his partner's pain to have an orgasm.

Eric knew exactly where in the castle the General was.  He knew his
schedule and normal working habits.  Max, of course knew the castle well
and pinpointed the places which were subject to attack.  Once we knew the
location of the General, the military men went to work fast.  The General
liked to fuck Eric just before the kid was on watch.  Eric would get
reamed, then spend the night on the tower in the cold with his ass filled
with cum.

The General varied his days, but almost always screwed Eric on Saturday
night.  That was the last possible chance to get the hostages out, since
the executions were to take place Monday at dawn.  Raoul and Evans led the
attack on the castle.  Emile and I led the attack on the prison.  Eric was
on the midnight watch and would signal us which room Obermayer was in that
night.  It was a cold, dark night in early fall, with no moon.  It was a
long wait before we could move into position.  I was with Robert, Emile and
Georges.  We went to the museum.  It wasn't guarded at night and we knew
all the hiding places in the building.

We got in place after nine and had nothing to do until we heard the attack
on the castle.  I was nervous as hell.  I had been under constant threat of
arrest for years and was accustomed to that.  I had never done anything
violent before.  I was uneasy about shooting someone.  The only shooting I
had done was from my cock into a German mouth or ass.  I was more like Mata
Hari than I wanted to admit.

I told Robert and Emile how nervous I was.  Robert said he felt the same
way.  Emile laughed.

"I guess it must be inexperience." I said.

"Not at all." Emile replied.  "I've been in a lot of tough situations.
It's easier to be attacked than to attack.  When you are assaulted, every
atom in your body resists and goes on the defensive instantaneously.  When
you are on the attack, you have the advantage of surprise, but there is
always hesitation.  Some might call it cowardice, but I think it's
something more basic than that, the urge for self preservation.  The basic
human urge is to avoid violence."

"I wish there was some way to relax." Robert said.  "I feel as if I'm going
to blow up I'm so nervous."

"I've got an idea." Georges chimed in.  "If I die, I want St.  Peter to
meet me with my balls empty and my ass filled with my comrades' seed." I
laughed.

"That sounds like something Wotan might appreciate at the entrance to
Valhalla." I said.

"If I go to Valhalla I'm pretty sure none of the Nazi scum will get in.
They attack the weak."  Robert said.  "I do have a suspicion, Wotan
wouldn't mind his cock in a brave man's ass.  He didn't seem to care much
where he shoved his cock.  I don't know about St. Peter."

I wasn't too sure about Emile's suggestion.  Fortunately, my cock and balls
had no question about the appropriateness of the "tension release scheme".

"You take care of Georges first." Robert whispered in my ear.  "You've
never fucked him.  He thinks you still think of him as a boy." I looked at
Robert.  He knew I wanted his cock in my ass. " Don't worry, Jean.  You
know there is always more and I am always ready!" Robert smiled.

On the other side of the room Georges and Emile had stripped.  I joined
them.  Emile gravitated to Robert.  George and I got together.  I was
really eager to get together with Robert, but Georges turned out to be a
much better experience than I had guessed.

He had been a kid when I met him when he escaped from the Nazi roundup for
the labor camps.  Now, there was no baby fat left as far as I could tell.
He had matured and had a man's body.  I had also not looked at his cock
lately.  He was usually with Raoul, so I had never experienced his meat.
It was pure man meat, thick, heavy and juicy.

Raoul and Emile had taught him all he needed to know about homosexual sex.
He was enthusiastic and skilled.  I was hard five seconds after he started
to suck me and on the edge of shooting a minute later.  We slowed up and
69ed.  He was a mouthful, but his cock fit my mouth perfectly.  I was so
preoccupied with my thoughts about Robert, lust for Georges snuck up on me.

Georges was dribbling precum and his cock juice went straight to my brain
and then to my balls.  He whispered to me, he had never been fucked by a
cock as big as mine.  Georges had been sucking and slobbering all over my
cock, so I was lubricated.  In a quick movement, he shifted and his legs
were pinned on my shoulders.  My cock was poking at his hole.

He resisted for two or three thrusts and then he opened wide.  I could feel
him react to the pain of the penetration, but the second my cock head
passed through the sphincter, Georges was fine.  He was like a wild horse,
that only needed to be broken in.  Usually when I fuck a guy for the first
time, I am careful not to hurt him.

Georges would have nothing of that.  As far as he was concerned, the harder
and faster the better.  I screwed him like a wild man.  Needless to say, I
didn't last long.  I shot off and left my cock in his ass to drain all the
man seed.  I was relaxed when Robert came up behind me and stroked my ass
with his dripping cock.  I opened up and Robert slipped into my ass.

I was afraid he was mad at me for fucking Georges with such obvious
enjoyment.  In fact, it had excited him.  He spent a quiet quarter of an
hour massaging my prostate with his cock.  I thought I wouldn't be able to
respond after the terrific orgasm in Georges ass, but male sex organs are
resilient.

Robert's cock was long and thin, with a big mushroom head.  He just slowly
pumped my ass and soon enough my prostate began to respond.  My cock got
hard again and I fucked Georges a second time.  Robert shot off in my ass
and pulled out.  Emile had been resting after his session with Robert
earlier, so he came over and sucked on Georges until the boy came a second
time.  The contractions of his ass as he shot were enough to make me shoot
a second time.

We went back to our waiting.  I opened the window of the attic space we
were hiding in to make it easier to hear the attack on the castle.  That
was lucky for us.  I was looking out when I saw flashes in the direction of
the attack.  I didn't hear a sound.  The wind or the atmosphere kept us
from hearing anything.


We raced down to the street and ran two blocks to the Town Jail through
dark, back alleys.  As we arrived, a truck left the jail with most of the
German guards.  They were off to reinforce the castle.  One German was
guarding the door.  He was busy watching his departing comrades and we got
behind him and had a gun in his back before he knew what had happened.

We used him as a shield and got in the building.  Inside there were only
Gendarmes, most of whom I knew.  I told them to disarm and turn over the
hostages, or we would shoot the guard.  The senior French officer looked at
us in mock horror.

"Disarm men!" he said.  "Do anything they ask.  We must save our German
friend!" The Prefect's men had been trained well.  They remained helpful,
but always covered their ass.  They could say they lost the hostages
because they had to save the poor guard.  I looked at the guard for the
first time.  It was Hans.  He winked at me. We got out as fast as we could.
We locked the German in a cell and the gendarmes in another.  We got the
hostages out of the building.

One of the Gendarmes had cut the phone lines to the building, so they
wouldn't be able to get a call out.  Outside the town was still quiet.
There were no more flashes, but we raced the hostages to the museum.  One
was badly beaten.  We broke the group into three parties.  Leaving one
group of two at the museum with me, another went directly to the Swiss
border with Robert and the third went to the cave.

The beaten man was with me and I tried to help him.  The other hostage was
a young man named Steph.  He was a farm boy and said he would go home.
Once he got in the mountains, they would never find him.  He vanished in
the night.

I cleaned up the man and recognized him as Jean Moulinier, a watchmaker.
He had broken ribs from being kicked and was in great pain when he tried to
move.  He tried to help himself and me, but the pain was so great he
couldn't stand it.  I realized I was trapped at the Museum for a day or
two, until I could find a way to move him.

The town was still quiet and I had no idea if the attack on the castle had
succeeded.  The Gendarmes were in the streets at six, making great show of
hunting for the hostages.  I was in my attic hiding place.

The secret door opened and a Police man entered.  It was the Prefect of
Police and the Police Surgeon.  The Doctor brought painkillers and put Jean
to sleep with a shot.  I was shocked to realize the Prefect knew my hiding
place and knew which hostage was with me.  Steph was his nephew.  The boy
knew how badly hurt Jean was and had told his Aunt about the
situation. Jean was one of the Prefect's agents in town and the Germans had
been trying to beat him into betraying his comrades.

"You may relax, General Obermayer isn't dead, but he will be shortly." the
Prefect said.  "Only the best medical care could save him and he can't get
that, even his own doctors aren't that foolish.  The British are 20
kilometers away and will be here tomorrow.  I must go and meet with Col.
Weiderman in an hour.  I think I will discuss an orderly transfer of
control.  No more fighting, no more deaths.  He is a most sensible man."

I went back to the cave, leaving Jean in the doctor's care.  From the hill
above the town, I could see activity at the Castle.  Some trucks were
leaving.  I wondered if they were pulling out.  I had a suspicion that many
of the men in our remote location would prefer capture to fighting to the
death.  They were afraid of reprisals for the destruction done to London
and Rotterdam earlier in the war.

It seemed there was an element of poetic justice to this, but I couldn't
feel good about any destruction.  So much had already been lost.  Raoul and
Jules were at the cave with Max.  The attack had been successful, but not
easy.  The General's personal guard put up a stiff fight, but a grenade had
ended resistance.

Raoul had brought two prisoners with them.  They were locked up in the rear
cave.  I went to see them.  It was Hans and another soldier I didn't know.
Hans had been sent from the cell in the Police Station to the Chateau, just
in time to be captured by Raoul.

"Max said they were good men, anti Nazi, but we needed someone else to
vouch for them."  Raoul said.

"I know Hans well enough.  He may not be anti- Nazi, but I know he is no
threat.  The other man looked up.  At first I didn't recognize him, then I
realized it was Fritz Dalham, the man I have met at the Professor's
retirement party.  He was in an enlisted man's uniform.

"Fritz, how did you get here." I asked.

"Deserting, trying to escape from being executed." he said.  "It's not a
pretty story." Fritz had been a wealthy man, and I knew that wealthy men
did not become enlisted men in the German Army. He was dirty and looked
weak.  When I had seen him in Dresden, he had looked like a Greek God.

"It has all been a disaster." Fritz said.  "I thought I was restoring
German greatness and now we will be lucky if anything survives." Max and I
untied them and we went to the thermal baths to clean them up.

The baths helped some.  Fritz was despondent.  Naked, some of Fritz's
spectacular physique remained.  Raoul was watching as the German stripped.
His suspicion turned to interest as Fritz stood nude in the cave.

Hans was uneasy.  He had been captured and released twice and wasn't taking
anything for granted.  He was in good physical condition and he got
admiring looks from Emile, who had returned to the cave.

With Emile was Samuel West.  Now that the war was all but won, he had
reverted to being Samuel Wertheimer, the name he used when I first met him
at Wolfie's country house.  He seemed overjoyed to see me.  He knew of
Wolfie's death, but took it as a natural part of war.  He didn't seem to be
worried about Hans and Fritz.

He told me the thermal bath looked really good to him, so we joined the two
Germans in the pool.  Max joined us and it was almost a reunion.