Date: Thu, 6 Dec 2001 19:15:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Europa 4

Europa 4

By Bald Hairy Man

Email, bldhrymn@excite.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.


The party at Professor Schmidt's house became quite festive once everyone
had apologized and the apologies were accepted. I did not feel wronged and
so I could be very generous in my protestations that it was all right for
me. Part of the problem was the German sense of propriety. I knew the
Germans were very competitive. They wanted to be the best scholars in the
world.  Some knew you couldn't do that if you only won rigged competitions.

Bruno, the Italian archaeologist, was living in an archaeologist dream. Il
Duce was pouring money into excavations and reconstruction. Bruno was a
reasonable man and I don't think he was a fascist.  I wondered how I would
react if I were confronted by the dream job of a lifetime, offered to me by
a dictator I despised. Hans van der Luft, the Dutch archaeologist and I had
no need to worry about that. I had a brief vision of the President of
France, or Queen Wilhelmina in military garb addressing a great throng of
jackbooted followers and I knew we were safe.

We began to discuss the concept of the "master race" and had considerable
fun at Herr Hitler's expense. This conversation was greatly enhanced by the
professor's generous approach to drink.  Bruno claimed to be the ultimate
Italian, short, swarthy, hairy and horny. We agreed Wolfie looked like the
perfect German. He claimed to have the Grossdeutcherdick, the prefect cock
for the Gross Deutches Reich.

"I have heard that Herr Hitler has a dicklet and only has one ball." Van
der Luft said. "Some say he may be trying to conquer the world to find his
missing ball!" There was general laughter.

"Would the world be a better place if Hitler had Wolfie's cock?" Professor
Schmidt asked. "What if our dictator had Jean's meat?" There was another
outbreak of laughter.

"I know our friend Jean is merely a degenerate Frenchman, but he has Le
Grande Cocque Francaise!" Wolfie said almost choking in laughter. "I'd
rather be fucked by a mere Frenchman with a donkey dong, than a
mini-dicked, mono-balled dictator."

"We in the Netherlands are modest and small, but I can assure you if there
is a hole in a dike near me, I will fuck it closed, not plug it with my
finger!" Hans added. "Dutch dicks do dikes! The "master race" may be made
of supermen, but give me super cocks!"  To illustrate his point, Hans
unbuttoned his pants and exposed his cock. It was an anatomical wonder. It
must have flopped halfway to his knees.

"That looks like something Mae West could use as a boa!" Bruno exclaimed.

"She should be so lucky!" Wolfie said. "Shit, I should be so lucky!"
Everyone laughed.

"Well. If anyone wants to play leaking dike, I am willing to plug them."
Hans said. At that moment Max appeared, completely naked except for a
formal bow tie. He must have been working out, because he looked more
muscular than he had ten years earlier, but was just as hairy.

"Let me be first in line!" he said. Two seconds later it seemed as if
everyone in the room was naked and sucking. The room exploded into sex. I
found Bruno sucking my cock while I sucked the Professor's cock. Otto was a
leaker and I had thought often about his dick dribbling its creamy man
juice. If anything, it had grown creamier and richer as he aged. With one
taste, it seemed as if ten years apart had vanished.

Bruno was a cock hound. I had heard Mediterranean men were macho and hard
to entice into homosexual play. Bruno spent the next several hours on his
hands and knees sucking any cock within range. He loved cock, but was happy
serving rather than being served.

The shy and unassuming Dutchman, Hans, was anything but shy when he was
nude and erect. He was the cockmaster, picking his partners for his
pleasure. He said straight out he had no interest in the feelings of his
partners. He wanted to exercise his cock and anyone who wanted to try it,
would have to take what he could get.

With Hans' monster cock, he was accustomed to picking and choosing his
partners and doing what he wanted. I have no interest in sado-masochistic
games, but that wasn't what Hans wanted either. Hans wanted to fuck ass at
full speed. Nothing soft and caring, just man fucking.  Max wanted that
too.  They put on a good show.

Not only was Hans huge, he had the opposite of a hair trigger. He stayed
hard, but had no drive to shoot. He said he was a local, not an express
train. "If you take a ride, it's going to be a long one." Hans said. Max
lasted fifteen minutes before he was exhausted at the rigorous shafting and
he got off.

Much to my surprise, Otto was next in line. In my experience the old
professor was a top, but he got on his back and opened his ass wide for
Hans. After a while Hans needed a rest and he signaled to me to replace
him. He pulled out and I slid in Otto's quivering hole. At first it was odd
to have my cock in my former professor's warm ass. He had fucked me many
times and there was an odd sense of impropriety. This was a turn on. I
realized I was living the student's fantasy, fucking his professor.  Otto
moaned in pleasure and we enjoyed it.

By now Bruno was sucking Samuel, and wiggling his ass in the air. The
Italian had spread his cheeks, so his pink ass hole with its little rosebud
could be seen in the mass of swirling black hair covering his ass. Wolfie
saw it too. He popped his cock in the hole and he and Samuel kissed as they
fucked Bruno from opposite ends.

I watched them and soon realized it was a mistake. I can control my orgasms
as long as I work at it. When I feel as if I am going to shoot, I can slow
down and hold it off. Every time I get near to shooting and hold back,
makes it harder to get to the point of shooting again, so I build up a load
of cum that can't get released.  It's a spectacular feeling to have a full
load trapped in your balls.  My ultra sensitive cock gets almost raw it is
so stimulated, but I still don't reach the point of ejaculating. I love the
feeling you get a second before you shoot and had found ways to make it
last for minutes.

Watching Wolfie, Bruno and Samuel made me loose my concentration and I shot
off. I pulled out of Otto's ass a second before and ejaculated sperm ten
feet across the room. Max and von Altenburg were watching and applauded. I
was spent, but Otto rolled me over into the 69 position and began to suck
me. I was too tired to suck him, but I did lick his dripping cock. That was
enough to turn me on again and discovered I wasn't too tired. We sucked
until we could shoot again.

I must have fallen asleep around two in the morning. At dawn I woke and
found Otto and Von Altenburg in bed with me. . I could hear Samuel moaning
in another room. He was on Hans' cock and was obviously enjoying his
ride. When I moved, Otto responded by working his cock into my ass.

I remembered the "lesson" in Wolfie's country house.  Otto's dick massaged
my ass and prostate.  It was a massage, rather than being fucked.  When he
got too close to shooting, he turned me over to Altenburg, who slipped into
my tender hole. It was both friendly and erotic.  The sex had been
non-stop, as if this was our last chance, as if there was no tomorrow. I
said this to Otto.

"I don't know if there is a tomorrow. I have little hope." Otto said. "In a
century of hard work Germany created a brilliant university system and had
a spectacular cultural flowering. Beethoven, Wager, Bruckner, Strauss
composed. German physicists, archaeologists, and science seemed to dazzle
the world. In four years almost nothing is left. How could one small man
destroy so much?"

"Hitler may pass." Altenburg said. He caressed my prostate with his cock.
"It may not be that bad. People will come to their senses."

"You are an optimist." Otto replied. I think it could take a century to
recover what we have lost. I think no one will come to their senses until
it is too late." I was going to say something, but was feeling so mellow I
just relaxed and let the two men enjoy my ass. a half hour later Altenburg
popped and I shot. Otto took my load.

I had to get back to France and I left that morning.  It had been an odd
visit. I was worried for my friends, I sensed they were in danger.  I also
had experienced the most intense sexual feelings in a decade. Ecstasy mixed
with anxiety is a peculiar feeling. I never guessed this would be typical
of my future life experiences.


France 1941


It was hard to believe the entire military might of the French Republic
could crumble and collapse in the short period following the Nazi invasions
of Belgium and the Netherlands. I wouldn't say my respect for the
government was as great as some thought, but in my most cynical moments I
couldn't have believed France could have collapsed so totally.

My Department was untouched directly by the war, but was assigned to the
German zone of occupation. An automobile accident a year earlier had left
me lame and unfit for service in the army, so when the Germans arrived, I
was one of the few able bodied men in the community. I was also the Acting
Director of the local museum. Like my father, M. Adam was on active duty
and we didn't know if he had been captured or escaped.

The Mayor, M. Auguste, Bishop DesJardins, and I were selected as a
reception committee to meet our occupiers as they entered the city. My
German language skills were needed, which is why I was selected to be a
part of this distinguished group. We met the Germans on the edge of the
city and officially surrendered the city. An hour later, they were
ensconced at the Hotel Metropolitan, the best hotel in town.

We surrendered to the vanguard of the occupying troops. A junior officer
told me to report to the Hotel at nine the next morning, to work out the
details of the civil administration. I arrived at the hotel and was taken
to the Royal Suite. The Royal Suite was by no means as grand as it's name,
but it was the best the hotel had to offer.

 An intimidating officer entered the room. He was almost a cinema's version
of a German officer and it took me a few seconds to realize it was
Wolfie. He was now a major in the Wermacht.  I was speechless as the junior
officer who brought me there was dismissed.

"Jean, it is so good to see you." Wolfie said warmly after the corporal
left the room. "Even under these difficult circumstances, it is good."

"How did you end up here?" I asked.

"It's awful at home. At least I don't need to kill anyone in the Civil
Administration office." he said.

"You are in charge?" I asked.

"Officially." he answered. "The army still has some authority.  The Nazi
operatives and the Gestapo are the true power in Germany today. I am here
on good behavior. I don't think they trust me, or some other members of the
officer corps for that matter, but we all seem to suffer from our Prussian
upbringing. We all obey."

"I wish that I could be so pleased to see you." I said.

"I don't think it is a good idea for anyone to know we are friends." Wolfie
said. "If you can help me, I can help you."

"I could never betray France." I said.

"Nor could I betray my homeland, but I won't be a party to evil. The Nazi's
are scum, filth."  Wolfie said. "I am little more than a figurehead here.
The Gestapo give me orders.  I am officially in charge. Where I can help, I
will. I can at least give you advance information."

"What is their plan for us?"  I asked.

"Some of them are mad dogs. There is no way to tell."  Wolfie said. "I'm
not trusted, they don't like the sons of the aristocracy.  I do hear things
and I command the troops. They can't do much without me."  Wolfie smiled.
"I have developed a reputation of indolence.  I am here because the area
has no real significance. It is an ideal place for a lazy bastard like me!
Don't let anyone know you know me.  As a translator you are invaluable, no
one will think anything of your coming here."

"Who is in charge?"

"Tuefelman is the Gestapo officer for this region. I think he is a sadist.
He had a horrible reputation in Berlin."

"You knew him?

"Only by reputation.  I was never interested in the Sado-masochist games
some liked. Max knew him and didn't like him."

"Where is Max?" I asked. Wolfie laughed.

"He is still my servant. Officers live well in the new Germany. It is a lot
better to be doing an old friend's laundry than to be fighting in Poland."
Wolfie replied.

"There doesn't seem to have been that much fighting for any of you." I said
with some bitterness in my voice.

"I'm afraid for Germany. I don't think the Brits will give up and where the
British are the Americans will be." Wolfie said. "The Nazis are
monsters. The British would never accept them.  You need to go before the
spies get suspicious. Max will contact you if I need to talk."  We shook
hands and I left.

For the first several months little changed. There were shortages of almost
everything, but we were in a rural area with many farms. My father had not
been found yet. He apparently wasn't a prisoner of war, but they hadn't
found his body either. My mother was brave, but lost a lot of weight. My
Aunt Elise came from Paris to stay with us and take care of my mother.

I ran the museum and served as the town translator for both the French and
the Germans.  Curiously, the Germans seemed to regard me as a neutral
conduit of language, not a real person.  This proved to be very
advantageous for the town and me. I received a letter at the Museum from a
Swiss man, Herr S. Westburg, informing me a friend of his had seen my
father in London wearing the cross of Loraine.

He was alive and with DeGaul. My mother stopped dying. My Aunt felt she
should join him. She reasoned that if my father was with DeGaul there might
be reprisals and my mother would be better off in London, or at least
Switzerland.  I went to see Wolfie and he made out the correct papers. He
told me my Aunt was a perceptive woman. As I left, he asked if there were
any Jews in the town.  I, of course, said no.

"That is very lucky for them." he said. Wolfie was clever. I knew exactly
what he meant. That night, my Aunt and mother called on Dr. Dreyfuss and
had them move into a vacant farm we owned a few kilometers from town. I
went to their son's apartment and got him into the attic of the museum
until I could find a safe place.

The museum was still open to the public and it wasn't an ideal hiding
place.  I had spent much of the last decade looking for cave paintings and
I realized that I had a near complete knowledge of the underground geology
of the area. For years I was annoyed no one would join me on my
rambles. Suddenly I realized this was near miraculous good fortune.

I moved Louis Dreyfuss to the Blue Bear Cave. It was big, complex and
hidden from view. It was also completely unknown. I left him there with a
week of food, returned to town and destroyed my notes about the caves. Ten
years of research went up in smoke.

Wolfie had given me transit papers for two people, my aunt and mother, but
it did not mention their names or sex. Dr. and Mme Dreyfus used them. My
mother crossed at a cousin's farm on the Swiss border. Much to my surprise
my aunt returned and did not escape. She told me women could do things that
men can't in wartime.

Louis got out a week later using the same farm. I wrote Herr Westburg to
tell him of a package coming his way.  A month later I learned my Mother
and Louis were in London.

Max had become a messenger. Wolfie was very suspect, but respectable, so
they used him as a front man when they needed a presentable man to
represent Germany.  In a stunning failure, the Gestapo never found out
Wolfie could speak French. His school records showed he had studied English
and Italian.  He learned French from a childhood tutor.

Wolfe's official translator was a Gestapo agent who had no command of
idiomatic French at all.  Wolfie was to go to Switzerland to help negotiate
sealing the border more tightly and when his commander heard the translator
try to make a French sentence, the man was dismissed on the spot. The
commander, General Wildebrandt, could speak some French and didn't want to
be humiliated in front of the Swiss officials.  His rank gave him power,
even with the Gestapo.  I was drafted to be a translator for the visit,
until they could find another.

The General, Wolfie and I were off to Switzerland for a week of
discussions.  The General seemed to be a pleasant man once you got to know
him. In peacetime, he had been assigned to an embassy as an aide, and he
had no desire to get back into fighting. It was obvious he was glad to be
out of the war.

It was clear Wildebrandt ho no interest in closing up the border at all. He
was a clever man and I knew he would have no trouble writing a report that
made things sound good to his superiors, but the negotiations were an
excuse to get away from the stress of occupied France. I had a day off when
the General and Wolfie went to the embassy in Bern and I decided to locate
S. Westburg, my correspondent in Switzerland. His address was in Geneva.

I wanted to thank him for his help. I also wanted to check him out. I had
read novels about double agents who allow small fry to escape to establish
credibility and wanted to see the man in person and make sure he wasn't
working out of the German Consul's office.

The office was easy to find, the sign over the door said it was the
headquarters of the Beaux Arts Importers.  The secretary called Herr
Westburg and much to my surprise, Samuel Westheimer appeared.

"Jean! You escaped!" he cried as he ushered me into his office.  "Are you
hurt?" I had all but forgotten about the accident and my bad leg, they
seemed minor compared to the current disaster.  I filled Sam in on the last
few years and then explained my odd reason for being in Switzerland.

"My God, Jean! I can't believe you are here. A translator for the Germans!
It's too bad you got out. A man in that position could be very useful to
us."

"When I saw you in Dresden I knew you were working for the King. I am just
here for a day. I will be going back this weekend." Sam didn't need to
recruit me to help, I was ready. He hadn't realized Wolfie was in charge of
the area, and knew of General Wildebrandt.

"Your General likes men!" Samuel said. "He was in Britain at the Embassy
and cut a wide swath in some circles. He was good at cocktail parties and
pleasant company for the ladies, but his real interest was athletes and
weight lifters. No wonder he is with Wolfie."

"I'm no athlete, so you're out of luck there." I said.  "I'll be no lame
Mata Hari for you!" We both laughed. I was heavily bearded now and had put
on some weight so I was as far from a svelte sex kitten as any human being
could be. The combination of images was comic.

"The General likes weight lifters, but he also likes men who are big in
another sense!" Samuel explained. "Your accident didn't effect that did
it?" I laughed.

"Not at all.  Everything is still working.  It is a bit rusty from lack of
use."

"Well, if the opportunity arises, follow Queen Victoria's advice to her
Daughter as she married the German Crown Prince. Close your eyes and think
of England!" he said, then he paused. "Oh, and don't forget to take notes."

"Sam, we've moved on from Mata Hari to Queen Victoria. Somehow I don't see
myself in either role." We both laughed.

"I will get you a radio so we can communicate. Sometimes, I need something
specific." He looked at me. "You do realize how dangerous this is?" I was
surprised that being recruited to be a spy was so easy. Samuel and I said
almost nothing. We both knew what was needed and had to be done.

"I'm afraid I do." I said. We kissed and I returned to my hotel. I got back
before the General and Wolfie returned. They called me to their suite. The
meeting at the embassy had not been a success.  Both men had been through
the ringer. Their scheme was to do as little as possible without having
attention drawn to them, but they had miscalculated. Room service brought a
bottle of English whiskey and they sat down to figure out a scheme to keep
from being transferred to a place that might see some action.

I was part of the discussions. The General had no problem with escapees.
He wasn't anti-semitic and seemed to like the French.  He didn't want
anything to happen to his men, but other than that he didn't care.

I went to the bathroom, and was pissing when the General appeared.  I had
drunk a lot and had a full bladder.  The General watched.  I was
embarrassed until I realized he was all but drooling.  He stood beside me
and held my cock as I pissed.

"It's beautiful." he said quietly.  "Big and beautiful."