Date: Mon, 27 May 2002 21:26:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Stefan <noughteboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Torpedoed - Not a War Story' by Stefan (hist, M/t Spank, T/m Anal)

Usual disclaimers apply.

The year was 1947. At the age of 16 I was the
only member of my family to have survived the
bombing of Dresden. After the war I was
repatriated to Australia to live with my mother's
only brother.

Uncle Kurt was in his late twenties. A friendly,
outgoing man, he helped break down strong
anti-German feelings, still present in a country
which had lost so many of its sons. He married a
wonderful Australian girl called Maisie.

Every afternoon after work Kurt and some of his
migrant friends of similar age as himself, swam
in the creek which bordered our property. This
was both a social and cleansing ritual. All the
men laboured in quarries or on construction
sites. The warm water was both refreshing and
cleansing after hard, dirty work.

I learned to swim in that creek helped by Uncle
Kurt and encouraged by his friends. Each
afternoon we lay naked on the grassy bank while
the sun dried us. They spoke in English laced
with thick German accent. Old names, and not
those which had been anglicized in an attempt to
forget the past, were used at the creek.

The men were matter-of-fact about their bodies. I
was fascinated by their big penises and firm,
jutting-out buttocks. They paid no attention to
my scrawny adolesscent body.

One day I upset Auntie Maisie by using a very
rude Anglo-Saxon swear word. When the kind,
loving lady attempted to gently remonstrate with
me I turned on her. I was an out-of-control brat.
My uncle took me into their bedroom, bared my
bottom and put me across his knee. I waited for
the spanking to begin.

"It's no good. I can't do it". Uncle Kurt sounded
upset. "Get dressed and we'll go to the creek".

The men were enjoying the warm water.

"Greetings!" shouted Werner. "What kept you?"

"The boy was rude to Maisie".

"Ah!" said Werner, "Show us your red behind,
boy".

My uncle shuffled his feet. "I tried to spank him
but I couldn't bring myself to do it".

"He's too big for spanking anyway" observed
Fritz, inspecting my pink mounds. "He needs a
father's belt".

"Or even the cane", suggested Erich. Gunther and
Otto nodded their approval.

"A good thrashing, that's what the boy is asking
for", said Hans, firmly.

The men climbed out of the creek, water dripping
from their muscular bodies, and lay on the grass.
My uncle and I splashed around in the creek,
unhappily because of the unfinished business
between us. Then we joined the men on the bank.

"Your uncle who has been so good to you is
upset", said Werner.

"What's it got to do with you, baldy", I snarled
at my uncle's big friend. Werner was very
self-conscious because he was losing his hair. My
words deliberately wounded him.

"That's not a nice thing to say". Hans looked
stern.

"I'll say what I want, small dick", I shouted in
my clear baritone. Hans' modest member shrunk
even further.

That was too much for the men.

"Kurt", said Erich, "I must ask you to take the
boy home. He says such upsetting things. Better
he stay at home while we have our afternoon swims
in future".

There was a chorus of agreement from all the men.

My uncle knelt on the ground and pulled me over
his thigh. His big hand, powered by muscles which
shifted blocks of granite with ease, pummelled my
bare backside.

I yelled and squirmed but in my heart knew I
deserved every hard swat.

"Any one else want to help me redden this
backside?" My uncle held me in place with his big
hands.

"Yes"! said Werner. I heard him unlooping his
belt from his trousers which were on the
riverbank. My uncle positioned me until my bottom
stuck right out. Then Werner leathered my
quivering hemispheres. Broad bands of pain
radiated from my flogged flesh and I yelled my
heart out.

There was a pause while the men inspected my red
buttocks.

"Coming along quite nicely" said Otto as if my
behind was a piece of furniture he was restoring
in his workshop.

"Hans?" my uncle looked enquiringly at the other
man I had insulted.

"Yes, please". The 22 year old pulled a thin,
whippy switch off a bluegum. He gave my already
blazing backside six hard cuts, turning my sore
flesh into a raging inferno. My yells had turned
to hiccups. Tears flooded my eyes.

"That's enough", said Hans, throwing down the
stick. My uncle let me up and I did an
involuntary dance from one foot to the other,
trying to ease the hurt in my buttocks.

Eventually, I recovered enough to apologise
individually to the men. Then the men decided to
have another swim. They jumped into the creek.

"Come on in", invited Erich. "The water will be
nice and cool for your warm bum". I needed no
second invitation. The creek soothed my scorched
flesh. Under the water friendly hands gently
massaged my sore bottom. Then I felt a fat penis
push between the cheeks of my bum.

"Just my 'small dick'", whispered Hans.

I opened my legs allowing his member to be fully
lodged inside my crack. It lingered there making
my heart beat faster.

"You like that, I think".

"Yes", I murmured.

Hans pulled it out, his big hand ruffled my hair.

Afterwards, we dried ourselves in the sun and
then got dressed again. Uncle Kurt took me home.

Standing beside the hot range cooking our evening
meal was Auntie Maisie. I ran over, flung my arms
around her and said: "I'm sorry!"

"That's my good boy". She hugged me to her while
my uncle told her about the hiding I'd been
given. Her gentle hands touched the seat of my
shorts. When she felt the intense heat radiating
from my still-fiery bottom she stood up and
glared at Uncle Kurt.

"You didn't have to smack him so hard". Her fists
pummelled my uncle's own muscular buttocks,
making the big man laugh.

The next day at the creek my uncle made an
announcement.

"Tonight, my Maisie and I are going to the
Pictures. Is one of you free to keep the boy
company?"

All the men shouted: "Yes, me!"

"You're popular, son". My uncle grinned at me.
"Better choose your sitter".

I looked at those good men but there was really
only one that I wanted. My still slightly-sore
backside prompted me to be discreet.

"Hans - because he lives just next door", I
pointed out.

"Fair enough" said Otto. The others nodded their
agreement.

That night as my uncle and aunt were busy
preparing to go to the movies, Hans arrived. He
was dressed in a suit and looked devilishly
handsome. My heart skipped a beat. His smile was
wide.

After my relatives had gone I finished doing my
homework at the kitchen table. Hans sat at the
other end, trying to make sense of the newspaper.

I packed the school books into my satchel and
took it into my bedroom. There was a shadow in
the doorway. It was Hans. He came into the room
and closed the door.

"Your behind. Is it still sore?"

"Yes. Mostly when I sit down".

"Ah!" Hans smiled with satisfaction. "I placed
one stroke of the rohrstock very low, where it
will sting for a day or two".

There was an electric silence.

"Hans", my voice was little more than a whisper.
I liked what you did .. in the creek ..
afterwards".

"When my 'torpedo' rested between your mounds?"

"Yes".

"You are how old?"

"!6".

"I am only six years older but twice your size I
think".

The man struggled to find the right words.

"What my 'torpedo' really wants is to find a safe
berth - inside that tunnel between your mounds".

I gulped. "Yes, Hans".

"Am I the first?"

"Yes, Hans. Will it hurt a lot?"

"Until you get used to it. No more than a child
bride on her wedding night".

I reached under the bed, pulled out a jar of
petroleum jelly and handed it to Hans.

"Hans should smack your bum for playing with
yourself, but not tonight".

My face flushed crimson.

The man took off his own clothes and I followed
his lead. Hans with his blonde hair and blue eyes
was a magnificent example of a young male.
Tenderly he kissed me on the lips. Then my
nipples which he bathed with the tip of his warm,
moist tongue. I, a gauche innocent, surrendered
completely to the pleasure of the flesh.

Hans gently turned me over. I pushed my bottom up
expecting him to take my virginity but his hand
pressed me back down again. He climbed on top of
my prone body. I felt his big penis fill the
narrow groove between the mounds of my buttocks.
He thrust into that narrow valley with such force
the bed shook and meccano pieces in a box on the
floor rattled. Sweat from his magnificent body
dripped onto my puny frame. His breath warmed the
hairs on the back of my neck.

The man lowered himself until I bore the full
weight of his body. He grunted and I felt his
sperm flood my crack. We lay there for a long
minute but then Hans rolled off me. He found a
handkerchief and cleaned us both up.

I rolled over and looked at his relaxed, smiling
face.

"Hans make good love to you?"

"Yes, but what about my tunnel ... ?"

He looked regretful. "Ah! It's entrance is still
just a tiny pink dot. Hans not have the heart to
deflower such a pretty little thing. Would hurt
you far too much".

"More than the rohrstock?"

"Much, much more. But look at YOUR weapon, all
ready to fire ! You can put that up me if you
want. Hans is big enough to take it".

The man knelt on the bed submitting up his
beautiful bottom.

"Grease your weapon".

I rubbed petroleum jelly all over my dick and
then pushed it against Hans' prominent back
entrance. The man actually pushed back, easily
engulfing my knob. I pushed until my nuts slapped
against his firm bum cheeks. I stopped to savour
the sensual feelings. Hans'fleshy pipe was
incredibly hot and moist. His muscles swirled
around my dick drawing me even further inside
him. I pulled back and then slammed into the
tight orifice again and again.

"Harder!" grunted Hans.

Who was I to deny him? I thrust into him
repeatedly until friction won the contest. My
nuts churned, causing my dick to explode in a
rainbow of an orgasm which sprayed deep inside
Hans' bowels.

"Stay inside me", he asked.

I lay on the man's warm body, feeling on top of
the world.

"OK", he said, "Pull it out slowly".

His tight muscle reluctantly released my limp
penis. There was surprisingly little mess which I
soon cleaned off with the handkerchief.

"Hans will carry your seed inside him until
tomorrow when nature takes her usual course".

We got dressed and went back to the kitchen. Hans
threw the soiled handkerchief into the stove.

"Promise you won't play with yourself again".

"I promise".

"Good! Full balls for Hans".

We sat companionably together on the kitchen
sofa. After my folks returned from the Pictures
Hans went home and I went to bed. I could still
smell the heady aroma of his man-scent in the
bedroom.

I lay awake thinking about the obscene, lusty
things we had done together. How lucky I was Hans
hadn't forced himself on me as a lesser man might
have done. My penis had felt so good inside his
chute which was so clean in spite of its primary
function. Knowing Hans would be sleeping with a
special part of me still inside him made me feel
good.

Then I closed my eyes and went straight to sleep.
During the night I dreamed about Hans until my
penis erupted with a wonderful nocturnal emission
which left a b-i-g smile on my face ....

author email: noughteboy@yahoo.com