Date: Tue, 02 Dec 2008 15:08:27 -0500
From: Wolf <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: German Traveler (gay/ interracial, b/M, b/m, M/MMM...)

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                   German Traveler
                        By
                       Wolf

	My mother was raised in a German community in
Estonia.  The community was forced to board a ship
and go to Poland after Word War II by the Russians.
Latter they were forced to return to Germany.  That
was where she met my father.  He was a Swedish
businessman that had a business in Germany.  They
named me Olaf.

	I would grow up to look a lot like my father, a
tall slender blond.  As a child my earliest memories
were about a gardener when we lived in Sweden.  He
used to let me play with his big cock and I was
impressed with it and I like it.  I remember he
smelled of the soil from always working in the yard.
He was a portly man and worked up a sweat easily.
We never did anything more than pay with each other
cock.  There was also and older boy that took an
interest in me.

	He was a 16-year old that worked at a youth
camp.  I had been sent there during the summer to
introduce me to the outdoors and help develop my
athletic skills between school terms.  I was about 10-
years old then.  I was thrilled that he wanted to be
my friend and play with me.  We were in a dark cabin
playing with each other.  Nothing much happened
because a woman that worked at the camp came into
the cabin.  She didn't see anything but that ended
the encounter.

	After the war ended, so many of the cities in
Germany were destroyed that housing was at a
premium.  Families were forced to sleep in the same
room.  Some were even forced to sleep in the same
bed with their parents.  Sex was a taboo subject to
talk about in those days.

	When we moved back to Germany I met some
boys that told me about sleeping in the same bed with
their parents and watching them fuck each other.
They told me about touching their parents too.
These same boys led me deep into the forest until we
came to a fence.  They told me that there was a
naturalist camp (nudist camp) on the other side.  We
would look through holes in the fence and watch the
naked people on the other side.  The other boys were
very impressed by the naked women.  They talked
about their big tits and hairy pussies but I remember
that I was more impressed by the big bellied hairy
men.  Even though their cocks were limp they looked
thick and long to me.  There was one man that must
have know we were watching through the fence
because he made a point to be close to the fence so
we could see his big cock dangling.  He even made a
point of facing the fence and jacking-off until he
shot cum in the direction of the fence.  That is
probably why I enjoy fat men that are hairy and
proud of their bodies.

	Now that I am grown I travel a lot on business.
That allows me to meet a variety of different men.
One time I was in India when I deliberately chose to
ride on a public bus in Mumbai (Bombay).  It was
standing room only and I was pressed in against the
sweaty men like a can of sardines.  It did not take
long before I felt a hand feeling my ass.  When I
turned to see who it was I was looking into the eyes
of a short little dark brown man with the whitest
teeth, behind the darkest lips I had ever seen.  He
was almost as big around as he was tall.  When I
faced him he took hold of my cock.  I smiled at him to
let him know that I did not object to him feeling me
up.

	When the bus came to a stop he got off of the
bus and I followed him.  He led me to housing project
that was four stories high and we walked up the
stairs to a small apartment.  It was crowded with his
few furniture items.  He did like bright colors and
the apartment building smelled of Indian cooking.  I
watched him get undressed.

	When he was completely undressed he looked
like a brown Buddha even if he was a Hindu.  He was
not all that hairy but his limp cock was thick and very
dark.  His wrinkled scrotum was back.  He had a thick
tangle of very black pubic hair above his cock.  His
chest looked more like flabby brown tits.

	When he was naked, he stared undressing me.  I
got to play with his cock until it was hard and I felt
his asshole.  It was hairy and my finger slipped in
very easily.  The only thing cooling the room was a
window fan so the room smelled like sweat.  I loved it
when we sucked each other's nipples.  We took turns
suck cock and he turned out to be a bottom and
assumed the bottom position for me to fuck his ass.
On that trip to Mumbai I also visited some other
friends.

	I visited another friend that came from
Mauritius named Iqbal and an Indian pen-pal named
Sajan.  Sajan worked for a tourist agency in Mumbai.
The three of us visited a gay journalist at his office.
He worked for a weekly paper.  After he had shown
us around, he invited us to join him at a gay party at
the home of a friend.

	The party had to be held discreetly because
India is a very homophobic culture.  Men cannot
remain single.  Men marry very young.  We gathered
at the home of one of the nine wonderfully chubby
men.  Several of the men did not have very big cocks
but they did have big flabby tits and big bellies and
fat asses.  The men seamed to enjoy having me lick
their tits and suck on their nipples.  It may have been
just because I was the first non-Indian male they
had ever had sex with.

	Two of the men I fucked in the ass, I just had
to compliment them about their sweet fat asses.  The
party lasted all night and was a orgy of sweaty bodies
feeling, sucking and fucking.  It was early morning
before me showered and returned to out homes.

	While I was there I met a soldier that worked
at a radar station for the air force.  While we were in
his living quarters and I we were between taking
turns fucking each other's ass he told me about a
master sergeant there on the base that was the Color
Sergeant.  His duty was to post the guard duty
roster.  He was known to have his special boys that
were young.  They were never assigned guard duty at
the gates at night because he kept them busy
servicing his cock.  No one spoke about it but it was
known that he fucked their asses.  I do a lot of
traveling on business, some of the places I have been
to were New York and San Francisco.

	The trips always are great adventures for me.  I
always like to single out plump men with their shirts
open at the neck so that I can verify that the men
are hairy.  One time while in San Francisco, I was in a
gay bar and met a man that had my cock hard the
minute I saw him.  He was a bout six-feet tall and
must have weighed at least 280 pounds.

	It was cold and raining outdoors that night.
Everyone was over dressed as a result but in the
narrow bar it was very warm and humid from all of
the bodies.  Rain coats and over coats were shed
quickly.  The man that caught my eye had his shirt
open at the top so I saw that his chest was covered
with a mat of tangled hairs.  When we made eye
contact I smiled at him and headed for the bathroom.
It was empty at the time so I stood at the urinal and
took out my cock and peed in the bowl.

	When the door opened my heart fluttered.  It
was that big man.  He squeezed into the small room
and locked the door.  I made room for him to step up
to the urinal.  While I was standing at the small
porcelain wash bowl washing my hands, when the fat
man reached over and felt my cock.  I had not zipped
up my pants so he reached inside my pants and pulled
out my cock right over the sink and leaned over and
sucked my cock until I came in his mouth.  He stood
up and kissed me on the mouth with my own cum in his
mouth.  He asked me if I would like to come home
with him.  I agreed.  We had to get out of there
before someone started banging on the door anyway.

	We walked to the corner and caught a bus that
took us south until we got off and made a transfer to
a west facing bus that took us up the hill.  The fat
man led me to his apartment.  His place was warm and
cozy, after being out in the rain on a cold night.

	The man's hair was still brown but his beard was
graying on his chin.  His chest was covered with gray
hair. His chest was more like hard breasts of a
woman.  As large as his belly was it was hard as a
rock.  His pubic hair was dark but starting to turn
gray.  His cock was about average length and limply
dangling over a scrotum that looked like a hairy flesh
colored bag with a softball in it.  He was just as
excited about getting my clothes off of me as I had
been.

	He was pleased to find that I had plenty
foreskin dangling from the end of my cock.  I am still
a blond and my pubic hair is a strawberry blond color.
He got down on his thick knees to get a better look at
my cock and admire my pubic hair.  He sucked me off
again and swallowed my cum.

	When he lay on his bed I started sucking his
cock for him, until he came in my mouth.  I swallowed
most of it but saved some so that he could taste it,
when I kissed his hairy face.  The guy was so horny
he lay on his back and lifted his legs up to show me
his hairy asshole.  I knelt on the floor and licked his
asshole and drove my tongue into his asshole until he
was begging me to fuck him.  I stood up and guided
my cock into his asshole and watched as a couple of
hairs got caught and were pushed into his asshole.  I
knew the hairs would probably cut my skin but I was
too horny to stop.  I took hold of his cock while I
fucking him.  I enjoyed myself beyond belief.  I hated
to have to leave to return to my hotel.

	One of the jobs I had was a journalist and a
radio station expert on African affairs.  As a result I
got to investigate conditions in a variety of African
countries.  The economy and policies and military
events were interesting but I enjoyed looking into
their sexual morays.  For example most of these
countries are very homophobic but the prisons in
Kenya and Zambia are known to be hot beds of sex
between men.  I got to gather up photographs of sexy
young black men under 24-years of age being raped
by bigger fat inmates, guards and wardens.  It was
very cruel of course but looking at these young black
teenagers being fucked in the ass and cocks being
stuffed in their mouths turn me on.  I just had to
visit those countries to find some young black studs
to party with.



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