Date: Mon, 3 Apr 2017 19:02:59 +0100 (BST)
From: "rampage938@btinternet.com" <rampage938@btinternet.com>
Subject: THE JUDAS EFFECT 8

Chapter 8

"Oh, excuse me. Er . . . entschuldigung."

A male head had materialised round the door and now it was pulled back out
again. Shane had not even caught a glimpse of the body to which the head
was attached. He heard footsteps retreating mysteriously and urgently to
the front of the small house, calling out for the woman. He heard stifled
voices and then the characteristic female whine of a much imposed upon
landlady.

"Ach, nein, nein. Go you back in das Zimmer. Him nummer ein. Nummer ein,
verstehen Sie?"

Her guttural German was unmistakably Central European in origin, most
likely from somewhere like Poland or Hungary. The head reappeared slowly in
the slightly open doorway, giving Shane a good view of the man. He was
young and rather attractive, close to Shane's own age with a slightly
bewildered and confused expression on his face. He peered into the dimly
lit bedroom, stepping back when he caught sight of Shane sitting
there. Shane thought he might disappear again but this time he ventured to
speak.

"Uh . . . irgend 'ne Chance auf ein Blowjob?"

"It's OK, I'm British," Shane said, in an endeavour to put the lad at ease,
"and yes, yes I do."

"Oh . . . Jeez, I was expecting . . . er . . . a German guy." He looked a
little fearful and perplexed, but not perplexed enough to continue standing
in the passage. He skidded through the open door, carefully closed it
behind him and stepped into the room.

"Yeah, me too," Shane lied, "but I guess he's not going to show."

"I think the Frau's taken the liberty to . . ." the young man's voice
trailed off, as if he was looking for further confirmation of what Shane
was there for.

"Exactly. She's put two and two together and here we are. She must have
some idea of how to make the best of a bad job, I guess, and this way
she'll get double her fee. She may be a refugee, but this one's got some
savvy, I'd say."

"And you? I mean, you were looking for the same . . . ." He edged closer to
Shane as he spoke.

"Sex? With a young guy?"

"You've got it in one, buddy," he uttered in a low tone.

"Yeah. I'm right horny for a tight young arse to take my cock. Haven't had
a good fuck for days. By the way, what do I call you? My name's Shane."
There was no point in giving him something false.

"I'm Gabe, short for Gabriel. They all laughed when they got to know that
up at The Point. Philistines."

Shane's eyes had been taking the guy in as the lad stood nervously in front
of him. He was about Shane's size, maybe slightly taller. His red hair was
cropped in a flat-top military short-back-and-sides style. He could not
make out the colour of the lad's eyes in the dim light of the room, but his
pale, slightly pimpled face was thin, almost feminine. Shane noticed that
the boy's hands were slender and soft. Of course. He remembered his
briefing. All this lad's working days were spent at a typewriter or filing
cabinet, nothing physically demanding. Shane was not slow in noting the
hard-on pushing against the front of the young man's thin slacks and this
made him bolder, but he really did not know where that courage was coming
from. He was beginning to put thoughts of Jonas and Axelsson - who were
probably listening in on the other side of the paper-thin wall - out of his
mind. He really did not care if they were watching and listening. A devil
inside him was encouraging him to give them 'a show'. Besides, he had to
get into this or it would not work. He had to forget they were there. Gabe
was still standing immediately in front of him and his own face was at eye
level with the belt buckle of Gabe's slacks. Shane knew the time had come
for him to make some kind of a move.

Reaching out with his right hand, he slid it along the front of Gabe's
slacks and felt the warmth and hardness of a solidly hard dick. Shane's
fingers met with no opposition as he pulled at the zipper, dragging it all
the way down before sneaking his hand inside the fly, massaging Gabe's
pulsating sizeable rod through the fabric of his slacks. Gabe sighed as
Shane's right hand continued to stroke him. To Shane's surprise, there did
not feel to be any underpants and he continued to stroke the rock hard,
pulsating cock. The young man sighed as Shane's left hand found the buckle
and undid the belt. Not missing a beat, Shane undid the waist button of the
slacks and slowly pulled them down, inch by pre-cum damp inch, to free
Gabe's hard cock. Shane was entranced by the sight of it: seven inches or
so of firm white meat topped by shaven pubes where a patch of golden red
pubic hair should have been, everything crowned by the round firmness of a
sticky cock head. Shane's right hand encircled the firm, warm staff and he
pulled the cock completely free as his left hand pushed Gabe's slacks over
his buttocks and they slid down to his ankles. Shane had lost all presence
of mind now. Gone was Jonas. Gone was Sergeant Axelsson. Gone was the shame
of what he was doing. He was being driven now by unadulterated lust,
knowing what he had to do next. Without thinking, he brought his eager
tongue up to the sensitive underside of Gabe's cock head and doused it with
warm saliva. Shane opened his mouth and sucked the leaking cock head
inside, his tongue to wrapping itself around the staff. Oh, the unalloyed
rapture of that moment!

Gabe reached out, the fingers of one hand caressing the contours of the
large, heavy cock in Shane's briefs. His dick immediately sprang up, like a
recruit at reveille, brisk and lusty, ready for action. Shane brushed his
hands over Gabe's chest, squeezing his muscles, tweaking his nipples and
grabbing him under his arms. The sweaty pits and their damp hairs sent
electric sparks over the lad's skin. In return, Gabe seemed to be spurred
on by strengthening the powerful grip he had on Shane's cock. Gabe groaned
as Shane's mouth drew half of him inside and his tongue continued to
lubricate the underside of Gabe's shaft as Shane hollowed his cheeks to
create a vacuum. Gabe slid further inside Shane's mouth until the cock head
probed persistently against the back of his throat. Shane was not loose
enough to take all of his partner so he bobbed his head back and forth,
taking about three-quarters of Gabe's length. He pulled out slowly, with
Shane's head following as he tried in vain to keep the virile young cock
inside his mouth.

"Let's strip," said Gabe, in a strained voice.

"OK". Shane's mouth was still alive with the taste of his own manhood.

They both undressed quickly, feverishly, strewing their clothes about the
floor and lay down on the quilted blanket covering the bed. Shane moved
between Gabe's legs and buried his face in the damp warmth there, his
tongue lapping at the tightening scrotum. Bringing his hands down to assist
Shane, Gabe pushed down on his head. Inflamed with lust, Shane sucked one
of Gabe's balls into his eager mouth, caressing it with his tongue while
his lips banqueted on the hairy sac, moaning as Gabe's fingers ran through
his cropped pubic hair. He continued to make rough love to Gabe's tender
balls, pressing his nose against the soft skin and inhaling the potent
aroma of a young man's balls, compelling him to open his mouth and envelop
the leaking cock head with his lips. Shane slammed everything into Gabe's
mouth and a gratifying groan shot from his lips. Shane wanted more and in
one rapid movement that surprised and almost spun Gabe off his feet, Shane
turned him around until he was confronted with the cheeks of Gabe's tightly
muscled arse. He grabbed a couple of handfuls of Gabe's muscular buttocks
and tugged them apart, revealing the twitching youthful self-lubing
arsehole. This action drove Shane over the edge and, for the first time in
this encounter, he used his rank and ordered Gabe turn on to his back,
raise his legs and spread them wide. Shane was now transformed into the
you-do-what-I-say non-commissioned officer and took the rigid, rock hard
youthful manhood into his mouth and sucked vigorously, causing Gabe to moan
as he twisted and squirmed on the blanket.

Shane was relaxed now and before he knew it, Gabe's greasy glans had
slipped down his throat, his scrotum resting on Shane's chin, his nose
pressing into the area where Gabe's pubic hair should have been. Shane's
lips set up a rhythmic pattern of tightening and loosening around the
circumference of Gabe's cock. Shane held him inside his gullet as he felt
Gabe's face nestling into his pubic hair and his own cock slipping further
down Gabe's throat. He was obviously well used to this kind of treatment,
his throat tightening around Gabe's helmet in a crushing motion that came
perilously close to finishing Shane off with a massive ejaculation, which
he struggled to hold back, focussing on giving Gabe the utmost pleasure as
he slid his mouth up and down on the invasive cock, his tongue flicking
around the glans and probing the piss slit. By now, Gabe was slick and
slimy with Shane's saliva and his own pre-cum, some of which leaked out and
ran down Shane's chin.

Shane's cock was feeling as if it was on fire as Gabe increased his
siphoning with each stroke. No words were needed now between the two young
guys as their mouths were busy intuitively delighting each other. Their
rhythm was perfect. Gabe slipped his mouth off Shane's cock as he pulled
his heavily throbbing rod from Shane's mouth. He came up on to his knees,
pulled Shane's balls and cock out of the way and positioned his cock
against Shane's arsehole. He responded by spreading his legs further to
give Gabe access to his man-cunt, feeling the pressure as Gabe thrust
against the constricted muscles of Shane's anal sphincter. Without uttering
a sound, Gabe reached down, pulled Shane's hips up slightly as he bent his
knees and spread his legs as far apart as he could. Shane gave a kind of
half moan as he felt his arsehole opening up to Gabe, who increased the
strength of his thrusts; Shane felt the first twinge of pain prophesying he
was about to be forcefully entered. Gabe held himself in that position, not
moving. He had obviously done something like this before and with practised
control, he began gently straining against Shane's aroused hole. Suddenly,
Shane felt himself give, just a bit at first, then more. Gabe's cockhead
forced the lips of his arsehole open a fraction of an inch and lodge itself
in. The pain was stronger now and Shane's sharp intake of breath warned
Gabe to go slow and easy.

"Are you OK?" said Gabe, "do you want to go on with this?"

"Yes, YES!" Shane responded, pushing his arse up to meet Gabe who drove a
little more of his rigid cock into him. The pain was deeper now, but Shane
could not stop. He wanted Gabe inside him. He wanted Gabe to fuck him -
hard. And that is just what Gabe did. The pain turned to a dull ache, to a
feeling Shane had never experienced before. Gabe fucked tirelessly, slowly
at first, until Shane finally opened up to receive him, his sphincter
loosened by a blend of the fucking he was getting and the carnality he
felt. Gabe buried his entire length inside Shane, held it there for an
eternity, before withdrawing to the edge of Shane's arsehole. Gabe rammed
his cock savagely back into Shane's rectum and fucked like a wild animal
until he gave a shout and shot his load first, firing streams of white hot
cum into Shane's visibly pulsating arsehole. Shane fired his weapon soon
afterwards, ejaculating wad after wad of thick, sticky semen deep into
Gabe's body. When they eventually came to rest, they both lay across the
bed, panting, with Gabe's still rigid cock firmly up Shane's anal
passage. They gradually calmed down, basking in the afterglow of sexual
release.

"Ummm . . . that was wonderful," Gabe said.

"Yeah, it was," Shane agreed as he lay beside him, his fingers gently
caressing Gabe's proudly erect nipples.

"Most definitely. I've gotta go, though," Gabe said, standing up and
reaching for his clothes. "I'd like to stay with you but I've got a mid."
He was referring to the 23:59 hours to 07:00 hours all night shift at a
communications station.

"Oh? Where at you stationed?" Shane asked, although he already knew.

"The Point," Gabe replied, rather matter-of-factly, "Air Force. And you?"

"We're in the same business. Air Force," Shane replied.

"I met two guys last Saturday from here, down at the Intercontinental
Baumgarten. They said they had a room in town somewhere. You know them?"

"I don't think so. What are their names?"

"They were probably not using their real names, if you know what I
mean. The three of us partied in their room all night." Shane's interest
was peaked now and he was hoping Jonas still had his ear glued to his
listening device.

"What did they look like?"

"One was kind of tall, maybe six feet. Blond hair, slender. The other one
was short, light complexion, black hair. Said they had just come off an
evening-day-mid-Saturday morning. Weird shift, that one. Anyway, they were
lots of fun. Like you."

"Thanks. I'll keep my eyes open for them. I don't know any other . . . uh
. . ."

"Guys like us?" he finished the sentence for him. "Me neither, just those
two. We have a houseboy in my barracks that lets me fool around some. He
says he can introduce me to his friends who might be interested. I think I
just might take him up on it." Shane's mind instantly recalled the pictures
he had been shown and the thought of the Stasi flashed through his
brain. He desperately wanted to scream, "Don't fall for it, lad. You don't
know what those bastards will do to you!" Somehow, something kept him
quiet.

"Well, thanks, thanks a lot," Gabe said as he finished dressing. Shane was
still sitting naked on the bed, in a pool of cold congealing cum.

"Yeah. Thank you," he replied.

"See you around, mebbe?"

"Definitely. Let's keep coming back here. I'm sure the woman will fix us up
again."

"Sure." With that Gabe gave Shane a little kiss on his shoulder and made
his way out through the door.

Shane lay back on the bed, trying to collect his thoughts and emotions. He
would never see Gabe again. Shane knew what would happen to him, and with a
pang of guilt he wanted to call out after him but what difference would
that make? Jonas and Axelsson no doubt had all the evidence they needed and
Shane suspected Gabe would be picked up by Air Force Security tonight or
tomorrow and challenged with it. Surprisingly enough, Shane felt to
shame. He had deceived Gabe, true enough, but it had not been
malicious. Gabe had enjoyed what he had done with Shane and they had given
each other pleasure. Shane had relished the taste of Gabe's semen and still
had the tang on his breath. He suspected Gabe was doing just the same.
Getting up off the bed, Shane dressed slowly and made his way out of the
place into the madness of Gobbler's Alley. There was no sign of Jonas or
Axelsson so he hailed a cab, settled into the back seat and played the
night's events over in his mind. For a second or two he was beset with
feelings of guilt. He was a Judas. He had set the young man up. He had made
sure the boy would get a term inside, followed by a dishonourable discharge
. . . the dreaded DD. Shane had managed to fuck up the rest of Gabe's life
for him. Shane's only comfort was the recurring thought that he had most
probably saved Gabe's life.

NB: Please be aware there will be a prolonged gap following this Chapter.
This is because I have to sort out some research matters which will take
some time. Chapter 9 will follow in due course.

Laurie (Rampage938) 03/04/17