Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2009 05:49:01 -0600
From: peterbilt1228@live.com
Subject: Weekends at Schoernenburg, Part I

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			 Weekends at Scheornenburg
		      (A Soldier Making Extra Money)
				  Part I

				Chapter One

I was stationed in Germany in 1960 at about the start of the sexual
revolution back in the states. I was glad to find how successful it was
when I got back, but I was discovering that the USA was already way behind
Europe in that regard. I was at Coleman Kaserne at Gelnhausen with the 33rd
Tank Battalion. I drove a tank. Great duty. I'm Clay Hunter Dalton,
Corporal, U.S. Army. I'm six-one, 230 pounds, solid.  Still had my crew
cut.  A lot of guys, most, let their hair grow out after landing at their
first duty assignment stateside, but I liked the look and feel of short
hair. It was easier to take care of and I thought it looked studly;
military. Not bragging, I'm not hard to look at. Even guys in the outfit
kidded me about my good looks. Said I should be on a recruiting poster. I
got a lot of kidding in the showers, too, not just because of the way I'm
built, but because I'm hung. Above average. Well above average. Okay,
fuckin' huge! I should say I'm well above average, hanging; huge when I'm
hard, although the guys don't know that because I don't sport a hardon in
the showers. If you can believe it; a fraction under ten inches, and thick
so my hand doesn't reach all the way around it. Guys kid me that I
should've been black.  Even some of the black guys are jealous.

Gelnhausen is a beautiful city and the people were friendly, especially the
frauleins, but the real action was in Frankfurt, about 30 miles west.  It
was sort of like the difference between my hometown of Portland, Illinois,
and Chicago. On weekends when I could get a pass I headed for Frankfurt.
One of those trips, after a night of drinking and whoring around, I went
the next morning to a big department store to buy some new civies while I
was in town; a sports jacket and a couple pairs of pants.

The Germans being a meticulous race, the sales clerk measured me like he
was my tailor. I didn't see the need for it; I was buying pants off the
rack.  He measured me around the waist, slipping his fingers down inside
the waist to check the fit. I thought that was a bit intimate but I didn't
say anything. Actually, I didn't mind him feeling my hard stomach, which
was what I thought he was doing. I was proud of my solid abs. When he
measured my inseam, he checked and double-checked the measurement, nudging
his hand up into my crotch, and pressing his hand against my thigh. He was
real attentive, to say the least. He picked out several pairs in my size
and came right into the changing booth while I tried them on, to make
doubly sure they fit just right. He wasn't the least bit shy about the
watching me strip down to my shorts. I half expected him to make a move on
me but he didn't. I wasn't sure what I would do if he did.  Mann, how
things would change in just a few short weeks.

I hassled over which jacket to buy. The one I really wanted was way too
expensive, and I was ready to sacrifice one pair of pants in order to buy
it. Then while I was trying it on for about the fifth time, the clerk came
over and told me it was on sale; the same price as the other one. When I
was checking out I found that the bags contained more than I had
purchased. I'd bought two pairs of pants and a jacket, just like I'd
planned.  Digging around, I found the jacket, five pairs of pants, a
package of three T-shirts and three pairs of briefs and a sport shirt.

"I think you bagged up somebody else's stuff with mine," I told the clerk.

"No, it's all your purchases," he assured me.

"I only bought two pairs of pants and a jacket. That's all I paid you for,"
I said.

"I know. I was instructed to include the other items," he said.

"Instructed by who?" I asked.

"The gentleman over there looking at ties," he replied.

I looked around to see a tall, blonde, slender-built German, well dressed,
looked to be in his mid to late thirties. I walked over to him.

"Excuse me sir, but the clerk said you..."

"Yes, do forgive me, but I saw you trying to decide which pants to buy, and
the jacket."

"And you just bought `em?" I asked.

"Yes."

"I can't let you do that," I said. I didn't know whether to be indignant
and pissed, or grateful and accept his generosity but I wasn't one to
accept charity.

"It's already done. Please don't make the poor clerk cancel the sale and
lose his commission," he said, and I noticed him looking at my nametag.

I thought about his feeble argument. "You paid for the jacket, too; that
wasn't on sale, was it?" I said.

"Yes. No, it wasn't on sale, and I bought it."

"You were going to let me walk out without thanking you," I said.

"My card is in one of your bags, if you wanted to get hold of me," he said
with a smile.

"Oh.  Okay.  Why?" I asked.

"A small token of appreciation for what you're doing here."

"How do you know what I'm doing here?" I asked.

"Well, I can see that you're a corporal in the US Army. That's a 33rd Tank
Battalion patch on your shoulder, so you're stationed at Gelnhausen where
you and your comrades are keeping the Soviet tanks at bay."

I blinked with surprise. The guy knew a lot about me and what I was doing
there. I sort of appreciated that.

"Well, it's not something you need to thank me for this way," I said,
holding up the two bags.  "Uncle Sam pays me for doing what I do."

"Please, let me. I know you soldiers aren't overpaid. Oversexed, maybe, but
not overpaid."

I laughed. "Well, you've got that right, on both counts," I said.

"If you will permit me to further show my appreciation, I would like to
invite you to my home your next weekend pass.  I live a few miles outside
of Frankfurt. It will cost you nothing. I will pay your train fare from
Glenhausen and my car will pick you up at the station."

This guy was really freaking me out. I'd never run into any German who
expressed appreciation for us being in their country; most of them acted
like they would just as soon see us leave, except for what we did for their
economy. A lot of the older generation outright resented us; those who
still secretly bore allegiance to Hitler and regretted his downfall. There
was one segment of the populace who appreciated us being there; that was
the German girls. Maybe it was true about us American GIs being oversexed.

"That sounds great, but I don't know when I'll get my next pass," I said.

"Whenever you do, just call the number on my card, collect. I probably
won't be the one to answer, but I will get your message."

"All right," I said, nodding. "Thanks. I'll be in touch. And thanks again
for the clothes," I added, holding up the bags.

"Don't mention it," he said.  "Oh, when you come, wear your uniform, if you
don't mind."

"Sure," I said.

I left the store and headed for the station, still wondering about the
guy. If he was, say, thirty-five, he would've been twenty when the war
ended, fifteen when it started; he would've known something of what was
going on in the Third Reich. Maybe he was trying to make up for it. I
wondered if he'd been part of the Hitler Youth. He certainly filled the
bill for the Arian super-race. By the time I got back to base, I'd decided
I wasn't going to worry about it. It was too far in the past for me to be
concerned with it.

Back at the barracks, I opened the packages of shorts and T-shirts the guy
had bought for me. They weren't what I was used to wearing, probably
because of the price, and because I'd never seen any like them.  The shirts
were soft and sort of stretchy so they fit snug without being tight. They
had a good neckband that hugged my neck higher than my other shirts, making
it look even thicker than it was and the short sleeves were banded to hug
my biceps and show them off to good advantage. The shorts were a whole
other story. I held a pair up and wondered how I was supposed to get into
them. Skimpy was an understatement. They were little more than a waistband
with a pouch attached. But I slipped a pair on, pulled them up my thighs
and stretched them around my butt as best they would cover, and hefted my
manhood to lift it into the pouch. I fill up a pair of regular briefs
pretty good; I overflowed these. I tugged the waistband up but the weight
pulled it back down, making it dip down in front, almost in a V, right down
to the hairline. The bulge in the pouch was almost indecent. The material
was sort of clingy and I could actually see the outline, the rim of my
cockhead. But I liked them. I liked the look and the feel. I hefted the
pouch and let it fall and bounce a couple of times.  It felt good.  The
stretchy material made the pouch bounce when I walked. Wearing them around
the barracks was another story; I wondered what kind of guff I would get
from the guys. I was standing with my back to the door when my roommate,
Ryan Stucker, walked in and whistled.

"Damn, stud, you didn't need to buy special underwear to show off that
tight, hard ass of yours," he said. I turned around and he did a
double-take when he saw the front.  "Wow! Where'd you get those? I would
like to get some."

I told him. Other guys noticed when I got brave enough to wear them in the
hallway, coming back from the shower, and they asked where I got them. I
suspected the store was going to have a run on the things.

 I put in for another pass the minute I got back. We were heading out to
Grafenwoehr on maneuvers for three weeks so it would be at least a month
before I could get away.



I didn't mind maneuvers all that much.  It wasn't the comfort of the
barracks but I loved driving my tank and blowing things up. I loved the
camaraderie of being with the guys in the field, and heaven forgive me, I
liked playing war games and the prospect of a real war. I dared the
Russians to come through the Fulda Gap. And as an added bonus, we didn't
have to shave while we were out there. Oh, and I admit, I sort of liked the
special camaraderie of bunking in a two-man tent with Stucker. Not that I
had a thing for him--although I think I wished secretly that he would
have a thing for me--I just liked being in his studly presence. I think
because he was the nearest to me of any other guy in the barracks, in looks
and build, and they say birds of a feather flock together. I guess you
could say he was my kind of bird.

	The day finally came. Saturday morning inspection went well and by
10:00 o'clock I was on my way to catch the train for Frankfurt.  I was both
anxious and curious. As the train pulled into the Hauptbahnhof in Frankfurt
I wondered how I was to find the car being sent for me.  I needn't have
worried.  When I got off the train, I saw a man holding a big sign overhead
with my last name on it. Not just a man, he was in a uniform and cap, like
a real chauffer, which he was. I walked over and introduced myself.

"I'm the guy you're looking for," I said.

"Come with me, sir," he said in crisp English.

I followed him outside to a big, black Mercedes limo. He even opened the
back door for me. I climbed in and spread out across a seat that was big
enough for a bed. There was a glass shield between the driver and me so
there was no conversation. Once he asked me over an intercom if I was
comfortable, and told me I could help myself to a drink from the bar. A
"few miles out of Frankfurt" turned out to be well over an hour's drive,
counting going through the city.

Almost anywhere in Germany there is only the scenic route, but this was
more scenic than anything I'd ever seen.  Some distance outside the city we
turned off onto a narrow road that wound around like a snake, leading
upward in a gentle, but steady climb. It was hard to tell how far we drove
but I was enjoying the scenery and imagining what this guy's house must
look like if this was his front yard. We finally turned off and coasted up
to a tall iron gate that swung open majestically.  We crept through the
gate, and it closed behind us, then went another half mile or so along a
heavily shaded drive till we pulled up in front of the "house."

"Geezusss!" I whispered under my breath.  This wasn't a house; it was a
mansion. Almost a castle. I was on a fuckin' estate! I wondered who the guy
was, and what he did for a living. The driver got out and as I started to
reach for the door handle I pulled my hand back; the guy came around to
open my door for me.  As I exited the limo another man/servant came down
the wide steps to greet me.

"Welcome to Scheornenburg," he said with a slight, dignified bow as he took
my small travel bag.

"Thank you," I said. I followed him up the dozen or so wide steps and
preceded him through the huge door that he held open for me. Inside, the
foyer was the size of a large room with a big round table in the center,
graced with a vase that held about a bushel of fresh cut flowers, just like
in the movies.

"This way, sir," he said, with a wave of his hand toward a pair of tall
doors to the left. I followed him, but not without getting a glimpse of one
of the maids that happened to be leaving the foyer. She was dressed in a
black and white maid's outfit that looked like that of a French maid in a
porno flick. High heels and a skirt that came a bare few inches below her
butt. I had to turn for another look before he opened the doors for me but
she was out of sight.

"Dauummhh!" I swore under my breath, bringing a tight, discreet smile to
the man's face.

"Corporal Hunter Dalton, sir," the man introduced me to the man who had
bought me the clothes at the Kaufhoff. He stood and came across the room to
greet me. It was a good distance across the room; the library, or drawing
room, I never knew which was which.

"Welcome, Corporal Dalton," he greeted me warmly, taking my hand. "I trust
you had a comfortable ride."

"Very," I said. "The countryside is beautiful. As is your house. When you
told me you had a house in the country, I never dreamed it would be
anything like this."

"Thank you. It dates back to my great, great, great something or other
grandfather, from the days when the Germanic states were still feudal
states."

"Looks like your grandfather won the feud," I said, bringing a chuckle from
the man.

"I want you to enjoy it while you're here," he said. "Everything you see is
at your disposal."

"I never got your name when we first met," I said, still looking all around
the room in awe, and I'd forgotten what it said on the card.

"Kurt Keppler," he said.

"Keppler. I'd heard the name, and it suddenly dawned on me.  "Are you...?"

"Yes, that Keppler," he said with a smile.

"Hell yes, everybody's heard of Keppler," I said. "Everybody I know who can
afford it, is buying a Keppler stereo to ship back to the states when they
go."

"That's good to hear, it takes a lot to keep this place running," he half
joked. "Would you like a drink before I suggest the plans for the day?"

"I've become partial to German beer," I said.

He pulled on a thick corded rope and a moment later the manservant
appeared.

"Two beers, Hans," he said.

"Right away, sir."

"Do you like to ride?" Kurt asked.

"I haven't ridden since I used to go riding on my grandfather's farm," I
said.

"After you've enjoyed your beer, Hans will take you to your room and outfit
you with proper riding attire. We don't want to mess up your uniform. Do
you shoot?" he asked. "Of course you do, you're a soldier. I planned that
we would ride up to the shooting lodge...it's a pleasant ride...where we
will have lunch, then if you like, we can go to the range. Or you can
simply lounge around the lodge and enjoy the scenery. The choice is yours."

"I think I would like to try your shooting range," I said.

"Very well. We will see how capable you are of protecting our country."

"I'm an expert rifleman," I said.

Hans came with our beer and Kurt showed me around his library, pointing out
the books that graced the walls all the way up to the ceiling.

"How many of these have you read?" I asked.

"Very few to completion," he said.  "Most have probably never been
opened. But it's comforting to have all this knowledge around me.  There
are the classics, ancient and modern history of about every civilization
known to man, the complete works of Shakespeare, Schiller and Hugo, sports
books, science manuals, and even an extensive collection of pornography."
He laughed when he saw my expression. "I happen to believe pornography is a
form of literature and art," he said.

"I'll drink to that," I said, raising my beer.

"Do feel free to browse while you're here," he said.

"Is there a Mrs. Keppler, if you don't mind my asking?"

"There is a former Mrs. Keppler. She lives in the city," he replied. He
didn't volunteer anything more and I didn't ask.

"What kind of a staff does it take to run a house this size?" I asked.

"Not as much as you might think; my driver and butler, the gardener, the
stableman, and two maids, and casual labor as needed. All other work is
contracted out."

"I think I saw one of your maids when I came in," I said with an arched
brow.

He laughed heartily. "That would be Elga, or Nina," he said.

"Wouldn't matter to me which one it was," I joked, causing him to laugh
again.  "When you said everything I see is at my disposal..."

"They are certainly not out or reach or off limits, if you wish to get to
know them better, I'm sure they would be very accommodating," he said.

"I definitely would like to get to know them better, at least the one I
saw," I said. Things were looking up already.

"They are both equally beautiful," he said. "Well, shall we get you
outfitted for riding," he said.

He rang for Hans who took me upstairs to my room, which turned out to three
rooms plus a bath with a large dressing area.  It was like a luxury
apartment. The bathroom alone was bigger than my room that I shared in the
barracks. There was a huge tub resting on clawed feet and a larger sunken,
enclosed sauna with shower sprays overhead. I wondered if the fixtures were
gold plated or solid. There was a large fireplace. The bed was a huge
four-poster, the posts the size of tree trunks. When I inspected them
closer I found they were carved tree trunks. The bed was piled high with
mattresses and pillows.  An ornately carved wardrobe took up nearly one
wall and was at least eight feet tall.

Hans showed me around, including the rope I could pull to bring him
running, then laid out my riding clothes and left me to change.

"If you need help with the boots, just ring for me," he said.

"No, I think I can manage," I said.

I stripped down to my briefs--the little ones that Kurt had bought for
me, because I thought I should wear them--and donned the riding
outfit. Not that he was going to see me in them, but it seemed the right
thing to do. The pants fit like they were tailored for me; tapered in the
legs and tight around the thighs. Tight everywhere, actually. My butt was
really stuffed into the back, and the cut of the cloth left a rather large
bulge in front. I would learn later that Kurt had gotten my measurements
from the clerk at the clothing store and had the outfit specially made for
me. The shirt fit snug across the shoulders and chest so it looked like I
was bulging out of it. A pair of high, dull-finish riding boots sat at the
foot of the bed. I found out what Hans meant about possibly needing help; I
had a hell of a time getting the boots on. When I was dressed I looked at
myself in the mirror. Hell, even I was impressed with the clothes and the
way I filled them out.  I looked like something out of a swashbuckling
movie. I flexed my pecs and could see them jounce beneath the snug
material. I thought if I flexed my arm, I might rip the sleeve. I brushed
my hand down over the front of the pants and gave the bulge a push but it
came right back. Nothing I could do about that. I went down to meet Hans.

We walked the good distance to the stables where two fine looking horses
were saddled and waiting. I noticed a large swimming pool off to the side
and looked forward to going for a swim later. A strikingly good looking
young man, almost a boy, held the steeds while we mounted them. It felt
good to sit in a saddle again. We rode at a leisurely pace up the long,
rugged trail that led to a rustic lodge nestled in the dark, thick
woods. Inside, a rather elaborate lunch was waiting. We ate at a leisurely
pace, and drank more beer. Afterwards Kurt showed me the shooting range,
built into the side of the mountain. I demonstrated that I was more than
capable of protecting his country. Kurt was a pretty good shot himself.

"Were you ever in the German Army?" I asked.

"Yes, for two years, but it wasn't active duty as you have in your army,
full time soldiering," he said. "We learn the basics, but our country
depends primarily on you American GIs."

After shooting, we went back to the lodge to relax with brandy.  I would've
preferred beer, but Kurt didn't ask.

"When we get back to the house you can browse the library, or use the pool,
as you wish," he said. "Personally, I do not like the water, but I'm sure
you would like to go swimming."

"I would, very much, but I didn't bring a suit," I said.

"You don't need one here," he said.  He smiled.  "The staff is quite used
to nude swimmers."

"Elga and Nina, too?" I asked with a grin.

He laughed out loud.  "They often swim nude as well," he said. "My staff
has full privileges on the estate; riding, shooting, swimming."

My eyes must've lit up.  "I don't suppose they would be permitted, or
convinced to join me in the pool...Nina and Elga, I mean," I said with a
mischievous grin.

"Absolutely," he said. "I will tell Hans to tell them you invited them."

"Just like that?" I asked, blinking with surprise.

"My staff is at your disposal, Corporal," he said with a knowing look.

"Don't say that unless you mean it, Mr. Keppler," I said.

"Please, Kurt," he said. "Of course, I don't force them to do anything
they're not comfortable with, but I'm sure they would be more than
comfortable with you. The estate is completely private. I invited you here
to enjoy yourself. And be assured that Elga and Nina are of good
quality. They visit the clinic on a regular basis, so you won't go back
with any kind of uncomfortable or embarrassing condition."

"That's good to know, but I don't want them to feel like they're obligated
to..."

"Oh, I hardly think they will feel obligated once they meet you," Kurt cut
in.

"Whew! You're making me anxious to get back," I said. Fuck I was getting
horny.  I wasn't sure what the setup was at Scheornenburg, but Kurt was
offering me the company of two gorgeous, built frauleins, if Elga looked
anything like Nina; or vice versa; I still didn't know which one I'd seen.

When we got back to the house, Hans met me at my rooms with an armload of
heavy towels. He laid them on the bed and took one and folded it long ways
and spread it neatly across the bed. "I'll leave this one here for you to
wear down to the pool, and put the rest of them at the pool. There is a
back stairway to the deck, down the hallway and to your right," he said.

"Thanks, Hans," I said as I took off my shirt. "Hans..."

He paused at the door and turned around.

"The two maids...Elga and Nina...are they, uh...I mean, do I...can I
just...have them...you know what I mean?" I stammered.

 	He took a moment to look me up and down. "I daresay, they will
probably have you, sir," he said.

I blinked and laughed and he smiled.

"I will tell them that you've invited to swim with you, as Mr. Keppler
said."

"Yes, please do."

Okay, they apparently didn't want me parading through the house naked. I
stripped off the rest of my clothes and wrapped the towel around my waist
and knotted it. There was barely enough to make a knot. I wondered about
the way Hans had folded it, so it barely covered my butt, and it didn't
cover me completely in front, so what was the point in wearing it. I
glanced in the mirror and there was a good two inches of my cock hanging
out.  I tugged the towel lower on my waist, down to the hair, and only the
tip of the head showed. I made my way down the hallway and down the back
stairs that opened up on the deck. The water looked inviting. And the pool
was big enough for swimming some serious laps. Hell, the width of it was
enough for swimming laps. There was no diving board but the depths were
marked, from three feet to nine feet. I looked all around, feeling suddenly
conspicuous, about to bare myself to nature and everybody. I think I was
looking for Nine or Elga.  I doffed my towel and walked to the length of
the pool to the deep end.  I didn't like wading in like a pussy or sticking
my toe in the water to see how cold it was; I liked to dive right in and
get over the shock.

My cut through the water when I dove in wasn't as good as it could've been;
I was out of practice. I swam the length of the pool then back, and was
heading back to the shallow end when I had to surface for air.  When I
broke the surface I was greeted by a sight that guys only dream
about. There was Elga, or Nina, standing at the end of the pool, stark
naked. I was momentarily stunned.  She was so perfectly molded that she
looked like a statue. The thing that struck me was that she was shaved.  I
nearly gasped when I saw smooth flesh right back between her legs. I'd
never even seen a shaved pussy before. I liked it. It sent chills through
me.

"May I join you?" she asked in perfect English.

"Yes, please do," I said as I swam up and grabbed hold of the edge of the
pool. It was an instinctive move, at first, to hide my manhood from her,
but then I realized how foolish that was. The sight of her took my breath
away...there I was, looking right up between her legs, within easy arm's
reach...and I had to take in a hard breath of air. When I saw she was going
to wade in, I stood and put my hand up to help her. I saw her eyes rake
over my body and drop to my manhood with a look that I could only describe
as surprised appreciation. I don't shrivel up much when I'm in the water
and the water wasn't that cold to begin with. I think my cock thinks all
water is a shower, and it loves the shower. I helped her into the water and
stood back from her, to look at her and to let her look at me.

"Are you Elga or Nina?" I asked.

"I am Nina. Elga will be out in a moment," she said.  "Your name is
Hunter?"

	"Yes." I dove sideways and swam to the deeper end of the pool
before my cock turned into a steel anchor and pulled me under. No doubt,
Nina was there for a reason but I didn't want to rush things. I stood in
water up to my neck and watched as she tilted back gracefully to float on
her back. Oh, Fuck! The way she undulated her body in the water drove me
nuts. Her legs spreads out a little, teasingly, made me want to swim up
between them and dock my tongue in her smooth pussy. I'd never eaten pussy
before but I knew instantly that I wanted to try it and I was drooling over
this one. It was a good thing I had my feet planted firmly on the bottom of
the pool because my cock was acting up in a big way. I ducked under and
swam toward Nina. I surprised her by swimming under her so our butts rubbed
together. She squealed with delight and floundered to stand in the water
that was not quite up to her tits. Fuck, talk about flotation devices! I
swam past her and she smacked my bare butt playfully. I decided to get bold
too. I twisted over so I was on my back and floated past her with my cock
sticking up out of the water like a periscope. Nina let out a little gasp
and clasped her hand over her mouth when she saw me. Okay, we had that out
of the way--my size--in case she wanted to rethink things. I'd never
had a girl run away screaming with fright but I'd had a few who gave it
serous consideration before taking me on.

	"So big!" she said, giggling, when I swam back towards her, this
time face down.

	I shrugged, as if to say, nothing I can do about it. Just then Elga
came out, also naked, and also shaved. Kurt was right, they were both
equally beautiful. The two started chattering in German which I didn't
fully understand, except that I figured out that they were talking about
me, my muscles, and the size of my cock. I saw Elga's eyes light up when
Nina apparently told her how big I was. She let out a little gasp and a
squeal when I came up out of the water to help her wade out into the pool,
and to prove whatever Nina said was true. I should've been ashamed for
being such an egotistical showoff but I wanted to impress these girls, and
I could see that a big cock and muscles impressed them.

We swam and cavorted around for a while, playfully, not really making
overtures to each other, but all of us making it pretty clear that
overtures would be welcomed. My cock alternated between hopeless, dejected
rubberiness and proud, hard anticipation; like it wasn't sure it was going
to get any or not and there wasn't any sense in standing tall and showing
off if it wasn't. All the while I was thinking about how I was going to
bury my face in these gorgeous twats. Geezusss, I couldn't remember ever
being so hungry for pussy.  Ever.

	Elga climbed out of the pool and stretched out on a large padded,
mattress thing, face up, tits standing firm and her pussy winking at the
sun. I looked at Nina and she glanced over at Elga with a knowing
smile. The message I got was, she's ready and waiting, go have at it. Okay,
time to establish a beachhead.  I swam down to the ladder to climb out of
the pool so I wouldn't drag my cock against the side of the pool climbing
up over the edge.  I brushed the water off my chest and stomach and it ran
in a river, right down my cock like I was pissing.  My cock lolled out
proudly, impressive but not threatening. I think it was still waiting to be
sure of some action before it bothered to get hard again. It doesn't like
rejection. By the time I walked the length of the pool to where Elga was
lying it was standing up at a sharp angle, throbbing and quivering; yeah,
that quick.  My cock can sense pussy a mile away. Little did it know that
it was in competition with my tongue this time. I wanted to eat this pussy!
Something my cock definitely was not used to.  It was okay with playing
second fiddle to my fingers now and then, but not my tongue..

I stood at her feet, stroking my cock, caressing it for her benefit. She
cooed something and her eyes sort of fluttered. As I moved down on one
knee, she cocked her knees up. When I was on both knees, she set her feet
wider apart in a welcoming gesture. Yeah, she was sure as hell putting
herself at my disposal.  I put my hands on her knees and she lifted her
legs high and wide.

	"I am ready," she said with a moist gleam in her eye.

	She didn't have to tell me. Lying there holding her legs out wide,
pretty much gave me the picture. And if that wasn't enough, I could see her
pussy was palpitating in a steady, sensual rhythm, winking at me, as if to
say, come on big boy, show me what you can do. I moved up over her on all
fours and lowered my face to her right tit.  I love sucking tits,
especially when they're nice and firm with big nipples.  She had `em. I
like big/huge tits, too; like to bury my face between them, and I love
fucking through a pair of huge tits, into a woman's mouth.

I sucked on her tit for a moment, causing her to moan and writhe under me,
actually thrusting herself at me, then moved to the other one. She put her
hands on the back of my head and guided me from one to the other. Her
nipples got bigger. Meanwhile, my cock was throbbing and bucking down there
between my legs, begging me to move closer to the target.  I did and the
head of my cock kissed her pussy and rubbed against it each time I
throbbed. Within a couple of minutes, my cock had poured out enough precome
to lubricate a crankshaft.

"Please...I am so ready," Elga whispered again, sounding anxious.

	"Yeah, so am I," I said as I eased my hips forward, nudging my cock
against her. My cock was like a heat-seeking missile. It found the target
and penetrated like a bunker-buster going through concrete, without much
help from me. Only it wasn't concrete, it was soft, warm folds of pussy
opening up and enveloping me.  I didn't plunge into her like a rocket; I
eased in slow but steady, gauging the depth by her eyes and her tiny moans
and gasps of surprise.

	"Oh, my Godd!" she gasped at one point and I stopped.

	"Too much?" I asked. She felt snug and I didn't want to hurt her. I
mean, I know I'm a horse, I don't need to prove it by plowing in like a
Clydesdale. I glanced down at our juncture and saw that I had about four
inches to go.

	"Nooo," she cooed.  "So big, but not too much when I get used to
it."

	I fed her the last four inches nice and slow, pausing and twisting
my hips around to make my cock lob around inside her and maybe stretch
her. Finally, she wrapped her legs around me, locked her ankles around my
butt and pulled me all the way in tight.

	She moaned and closed her eyes and there was another tiny moan that
wasn't mine and I looked up to see Nina standing right in front of us. She
looked sort of helpless, horny, jealous...she looked like she was wanting
something and I could see her smooth pussy palpitating. I watched her as I
fucked Elga with long, easy, full-cock strokes. She was able to handle me
real good. I was able to bury it and wish I had more to give her. She loved
it when I buried it hard and deep and twisted my hips around. I think I was
rubbing her clit because her eyes got real wide when I did that.

Suddenly I realized my mouth was watering from watching Nina's pussy. I
mean, I was swallowing mouthfuls of spit.  I've been a bona fide
pussy-hound since I was fourteen but I had never gotten this excited over
it. I instinctively flicked my tongue out, realized I did it, and did it
again, on purpose the second time. I slid my tongue back and forth across
my lips and flicked it like a snake poised to attack. Nina got the hint and
moved up to stand astraddle her friend, squarely in front of me so I was
face to face with her pussy.  I leaned forward and lapped my tongue up
between her legs. She moaned and set her feet apart so I could lick her
pussy. She pulled the lips open for me to expose her cunt and her clit. She
smelled like roses.

Fuck, I went nuts!  For a guy who had never eaten pussy, I guess I was
doing okay. Nina clasped her hands around the back of my head and ground
her pussy in my face. I curled my tongue up inside her as far as I could
reach and felt her clit rubbing against my upper lip. She squealed with
pleasure, which brought Elga's eyes open. I wasn't ignoring Elga; my tongue
and my cock were working in tandem, giving them both pleasure at the same
time, not to mention what I was getting out of it.

Suddenly, I wanted to give Elga the same pleasure I was giving Nina. I
eased my cock out and crouched back and buried my face between her legs. He
pussy was wide open from my cock and I literally buried my mouth inside
her, reaching way up inside her with my tongue.  She yelled and clasped her
hands on my head.

	I was in a quandary. I was so hot and turned on and I couldn't
decide whether I wanted to eat pussy or fuck it. I did both. I raised up
and drove my cock back inside her and leaned up to lick Nina's cunt. Then I
returned to eat Elga's pussy. Then an idea came to me. I guided and
maneuvered Nina into a position where she was half-lying on top of her
friend, supported on her hands and feet so both of their pussies were right
there in front of me.  Talk about doubling your pleasure.  I began licking
and tonguing them in turn, and fucking them each in turn. Nina let out a
loud, surprised gasp when she first felt my cock prying her apart but after
that it was only moaning and writhing and begging for her turn on it. It
was the wildest sex I'd ever had. Not the first time I'd been with two
women at the same time, but those other times were nothing like this. I
couldn't get enough, and they couldn't get enough of me. They moaned and
squealed and begged me to fuck them, lick their pussies, fuck them, eat
their pussies, fuck them...shit, I could barely keep up with their demands.

	I was as hot as I'd ever been in my life and so wrapped up in what
I was doing that I lost my concentration, and suddenly I felt the trigger
click down behind my balls.

	"Ohh, Fuck!" I swore as I grabbed the base of my cock in an attempt
to thwart it, but it was too late.  I was frantically trying to find the
nearest pussy to plunge into when Nina realized what was happening.

	"Let us see!" she cried, as she moved off to the side so her friend
could watch too.

	It wasn't the way I'd planned the grand finale, but if that's what
they wanted...I raised up and started fisting my cock like a
teenager. Fuck, it was going to be a ball-buster. It was going to turn my
balls inside out and make my asshole draw up in a tight pucker.  It was
going to make my asshole hurt. I worked it up with a frenzy till I felt it
coming then I slammed my fist hard in my pubes and waited. My cock bolted
steel hard in my fist, the head swelled out to an enormous size, all tight
and purple, then I felt the powerful jolt of semen gushing through the
thick seminal vessel along the bottom of my cock. I eased my grip to let it
out. I came so hard it jolted me, jerking my hips forward. The stuff shot
out like a long, thick rope, a solid six-foot rope of cum, before it
detached from my cock and sailed further, shit, way up over Elga's head, to
land with a slippery splat on the deck. It was thick, too; it looked like a
giant, white slug had suddenly crawled up on the deck. I'd squeezed my cock
to hold back and let the pressure build up and when I released it I shot
off another rope that slithered up across Elga's face and hair and puddled
on the deck above her head.  Another splattered squarely in her face when
she lifted her head to get a better view. Nina, not wanting to miss out,
leaned over her friend to receive the next one in her face. She squealed
with delight and opened her mouth for the next one. I landed it. I don't
know how many times my cock belched, maybe a dozen, but by the time I was
done my asshole ached and my balls were tight in my crotch from the
trauma. Nina and Elga were streaked with semen, ropes of it clinging to
their faces and tits and in their hair. It was not only a powerful load, it
was so fuckin' thick. Fuck, I was damn near proud of it.

	I teetered on my knees like a tree in a windstorm, feeling a little
lightheaded.  I let go of my cock, surprised at the powerful throb it gave
my fist before it sort of fell straight out to salute the two pussies it
had just serviced.  I leaned to one side and stumbled to my feet and more
or less fell into the pool. It was the most incredible fuck I'd ever had.

	When the two girls had wiped themselves off and mopped up the semen
off the deck, I thought they would come into the pool with me. Believe it
or not, I was recuperating fast and getting hungry again. But they laughed
and smiled with satisfaction and waved at me as they headed back into the
house, chattering excitedly.  I swam a little bit, mostly I floated, I was
so weak, and enjoyed the total relaxation in the warm sun.

	When I thought my legs would support me, I climbed out of the pool
and grabbed the towel I'd worn down and wrapped it around my waist.
Walking to the house, I wondered where Kurt was; I hadn't given him a
thought the whole time. It was late in the afternoon. My legs were so weak
I could barely get up the stairs. Hans met me in the hallway.

	"Did you enjoy your swim?" he asked with a tight, knowing smile.

	"Yes. Very much," I replied.  I hadn't given Hans a thought,
either, but I suspected the old guy had watched everything. "I think I'll
take a nap, if that's all right."

	"Certainly. I'm sure you need it. I'll wake you in time for
dinner."  Yeah, he had watched us. Hell, I didn't blame him. I would've
watched too if I were him.

	I stretched out on the bed on my stomach, naked. The bed was so big
I felt like a little boy taking up the space. I let my mind wander back to
my boyhood days, specifically when I was fourteen.











                                                         Chapter Two



I said I was a pussy-hound since I was fourteen. That's not to say I was
fucking girls at that age, but that's when I discovered it. I thought about
it all the time, and one night at the movies I discovered it. I knew from
the other guys that the girl I was sort of dating liked me. They told me
she really wanted to have sex with me, but I didn't believe them. I didn't
really believe kids our age were actually having sex. I know I bragged
about it all the time but in truth, I was still a virgin, and I figured if
I wasn't getting it, nobody was. The girl and I weren't really dating, we
just went to the movies together, but once we were in the darkened theater
it felt like a date. I held her hand and after awhile I moved it over to my
leg where it was more comfortable.

She took it as a hint and began squeezing my leg and moving her hand up
toward my crotch. I was surprised; I hadn't expected that. I slouched down
and spread my legs in a go-ahead gesture, and within minutes she was
feeling me up big time. I heard her gasp when she felt what I had stuffed
in my jeans. I was pretty big even at that age and I was guessing from her
boldness that she had some basis for comparison. I decided to return the
favor. I put my hand on her leg and she moved her knees apart for me. I
moved my hand up between her legs to find the surprise of my life. She
wasn't wearing anything under her skirt! I had my hand in bare pussy! I was
exploring pussy for the first time, feeling her up, making her squirm.  She
was nice and wet which made it easy for me to shove a finger up inside her
cunt; that really made her gasp.  I probed around and wriggled my finger
around inside her and had her squirming around on my hand in no time.  I
gave her a second finger. There was plenty of room so I gave her a
third. Finally, I had all my fingers and my thumb squeezed together, more
or less fist fucking her.

She loved it, so much that pretty quick she was the one fucking my fist.  I
decided to give it a rest and launch a search for her clit. I'd read about
the clit and what it could do for a woman. She must've realized what I was
doing and she took hold of my wrist and guided my hand right where she
wanted it. She held my hand there till I explored and found the tiny organ,
then she let me have my way with it.  I quickly discovered that toying with
a girl's clit in public isn't a smart thing to do. It drives them up the
fuckin' walls and they can't control themselves. She was thrashing around
wildly and trying to keep from bouncing in the seat and she put her free
hand over her mouth to stifle her outcries. I finally stopped before
somebody reported us and got us arrested. I went back to fingering her
pussy and she kept on squeezing and caressing my crotch and more or less
jacking me off through my jeans as best she could.

I didn't know how or if girls came but she had something akin to an
orgasm. She let go of my cock and gripped the armrests, trembling and
fighting to keep from flying out of the seat till gradually, she settled
down and relaxed. After that we went back to watching the movie, although I
didn't know then and still don't have any idea who the fuck was in it or
what it was about.

I "dated" her pretty often after that, and while other boys sat with their
arms around their girls trying to get their hands down their blouses and
squeezing their tits, I had my hand shoved up this girl's pussy while she
groped my crotch. One time she had my jeans unbuttoned and was trying to
haul my cock out but I stopped her. I was just too damn big for her to be
hauling it out right there in the theater. It wasn't something I could
cover up with my hand if somebody happened to look around.  The only
problem with all of the playing around was walking out of the theater,
trying to ignore and hoping other people would ignore the huge bulge in my
jeans.

I started wearing a jockstrap under my briefs to keep it tucked back and
not be so obvious. Then I had to get home so I could jack off. One time she
was really mauling me and I wasn't paying any attention to anything but
feeling good, what with my fingers dancing around in her pussy, and before
I could stop it, she got me off. I couldn't hold back. I had to let it
go. Geezuss, what a cum!  What a mess! I've always been a hard and heavy
cummer, even back then when I was first able to shoot, and I soaked my
shorts, my jock and right through my jeans. I hung onto the arms of the
seat...fuck, my knuckles were probably white...I jolted and trembled
through the climax, waiting till I could breath again before I reached down
and felt the front of my jeans. The girl was already wiping her hand with a
tissue. Shit, I think I could've wrung the stuff out of my jeans. I
pretended it was hot and took off my outer shirt and wrapped it around my
waist to get out of the theater and get home.

Despite my physical attributes, I didn't really "experience" pussy in the
true sense of the word till about four years later, right after I turned
eighteen. Yeah, hard to believe how I got damn near through high school
before I got laid. Not that I couldn't have; I was overly popular with the
girls, most of whom weren't bashful about letting me know they would like
to go to bed with me, or even in the back seat of my car, but it was enough
for me, I guess, just to know that I could have them. I didn't have to
prove anything. Meanwhile, I was stupidly happy fucking my fist every day
of my life while I fantasized about all the girls I wanted to fuck but
didn't. Weird, I know, and I don't even try to figure it out.

Oddly, when it did happen, it wasn't with the girl I'd spent so many hours
fingering in the movies, nor even any of the girls who were so hot for my
body. It was the neighbor lady. She was pretty young, maybe late twenties,
and hot. Her husband was a stud, too, I thought.

I was working in the back yard in my old gym shorts and I had to take a
piss.  Instead of going in the house, I decided to haul it out right there
and piss against the back of the garage. There was a high fence that ran
along the back of the yard and between us and one neighbor, and I didn't
see anybody in the yard on the other side of us where there was only a low
fence. So there I was with my cock hanging out over my shorts when I heard
a sound like somebody stepping on a twig. I looked up and there she was;
the neighbor lady, standing there in the skimpiest bathing suit I'd ever
seen and a big beach towel and a book. And I was standing there with my
cock hanging out and my mouth open, and turning red, trying to squeeze out
the last of the piss.

"Oh! I'm sorry," I gasped.

"That's certainly not anything to be sorry about," she said with a smile.

Not taking her remark as the compliment she intended, I was embarrassed as
shit. I didn't know what to say. I pulled on my cock and shook it a couple
of times and stuffed it back inside my shorts.

"Don't be embarrassed, I'm a married woman, for heaven's sake," she said as
she spread her towel out in the grass. "Go on with our work, Clay."  People
called me Clay back then. I started going by Hunter the night of
graduation.

She was so nice about it, and I was duly impressed that she sounded
impressed with my cock, so I got over it and went back to work, hoping she
wouldn't mention it to my parents, even in a joking manner. A couple of
minutes later I looked over and totally lost my concentration; there she
was lying on her towel facing our yard; that is, with her feet facing our
yard. And instead of lying like most women do in a bathing suit, with one
knee cocked up and sort of leaned toward the other leg so they've got
everything well hidden, she had her legs stretched out with her feet spread
about three feet apart. Like I said, the bikini wasn't much more than a
handkerchief anyway, and it had pulled to the side in the crotch so that
only her dark blonde hair was hiding her pussy. I was bent over in a bit of
a stupor, with a handful of weeds I was about to pull, staring at her
crotch, when she peeked up over the book she was reading. I raised up to
turn away like a good bad little boy but then she smiled and I froze to the
spot. I glanced away, then looked back and she was still looking at me and
still smiling. Shit, was she coming on to me? I remembered her admiring
remark about my cock.

She laid the book aside and picked up the bottle of suntan lotion. "Would
you be kind enough to put this on for me?" she asked.

Would I!  "Yeah, sure," I mumbled as I walked over and jumped the fence.

"You jump that fence like it was nothing," she said.

"Its not as high as hurdles," I said.  I wanted to say I would've gone
through the fuckin' fence to get my lotioned hands on her body.  I walked
over and knelt down beside her and took the lotion. I still wasn't sure,
but I was entertaining the strong possibility that she was coming on to
me. I mean, what was I supposed to think, a woman lying like that in front
of an eighteen-year-old kid. I assumed she wanted me to put the lotion on
her back where she couldn't reach, but she didn't turn over. She stayed on
her back. Even as I rubbed the lotion between my hands, I wondered what I
was supposed to do with it. There was plenty of smooth, tanned flesh
showing; I could put it anywhere. I knelt there with my hands held out.

"Where do you want it?" I asked, like a stupid fool.

"Anywhere you think I need it," she said.

"Oh.  Well, I..."  I waved my hands around like an idiot, trying to decide
where to put them.  "Actually, I don't think you need any anywhere," I
choked. Shit, she must've thought I was a blithering idiot and a coward,
afraid to touch her.

"Then wherever you want to put it," she said.

To prove I wasn't a coward I quickly placed my hands on her stomach, just
below her tits.

"H-how about...here?" I asked as I began rubbing the lotion on her smooth
skin.

"That's fine," she said, closing her eyes.

I moved my hands in ever widening circles, up closer to her tits and down
closer to her bikini bottom.

"You have very nice hands," she said.  "So strong."

"I guess that comes from playing sports and working," I said.

"Yes," she said, nodding, still with her eyes closed. "My husband isn't
home, and I think I saw your parents leave," she said.

"Yeah, they...they went to Bradsburg to see my aunt," I said.

"And the trees and the fence...nobody can see us," she went on.

Oh, shit, she was coming on to me! I choked as I realized I was facing the
prospect of getting my first piece of ass and I was without a condom.  I
swallowed hard, wondering what to do. I could run in the house and get one
out of my Dad's dresser drawer, but I didn't want to interrupt what I was
doing. On the other hand, if she was being so bold as to invite me, maybe
she wasn't worried about a condom; hell, she had to know I wasn't carrying
any around in my gym shorts. My eyes were all over her now, raking up and
down her gorgeous body, but each time I looked left, they fell to her
crotch with that lovely dusty-blonde hair peeking out.

I squeezed some more lotion onto her thighs and began massaging it
around. Damned if she didn't spread them out a little more, so I got down
between them so I could really massage her legs hard. Yeah, well, I was
down there between her legs for another reason but I hadn't admitted it to
myself yet. I rubbed my hands up and down her firm thighs, inching every
closer to the sacred "V."  That's when I noticed the snaps at the crotch of
her suit!  Fuck!  Two little fuckin' snaps, that was all that was between
her pussy and the world!  Or, me and her pussy, in this case.  She sort of
squirmed when I dug my fingers up into the apex of her thighs, and spread
her legs out wider. Finally, I was pushing my thumbs against her pubes and
with a proudly deft move, I undid the snaps, both at the same time. I did
it so smooth that I didn't know if she even knew I'd done it. Shit, I was
home!  I was hunkered down on my knees, face to face with a woman's pussy!

Things had advanced to the point where I didn't have to be told what to do.
All those stupid, boyish fantasies suddenly culminated into the stark
reality that I was going to fuck this woman. She had left no doubt what she
wanted and my cock was making it perfectly clear what it wanted. But there
was still the condom thing.

"I don't have a condom. I can run in and get one of my Dad's," I blurted
out real fast.

"You don't need one," she said in a kindly tone.

I shoved my gym shorts and jockstrap down off my hips, exposing my
burgeoning cock that had grown to proud proportions. Fuck, it was hard!
And bigger than I'd ever seen it. I wrapped my fist around it as I inched
closer on my knees, and aimed it at the patch of hair protecting the sacred
prize. I felt her heat, then the moistness as my cockhead pried her cunt
lips apart. She let out a little moaning gasp but didn't open her eyes.
She hadn't even looked at my cock yet. On target, I wrapped my hands under
her thighs and lifted them up, letting them rest on my shoulders. She was
wide open now; I could her see her pussy lips palpitating, like it was
trying to kiss the head of my cock and my cock was reaching out desperately
trying to kiss back. Kiss, my ass; it was straining to get in there and
mutilate her pussy. It had waited so long! I could also see her cunt lips
glistening in the warm sunlight from the precome my cock had spread over
them.

I leaned over her, supporting myself on my arms, bending her in half. My
cock found its own way and I shoved the head inside her. It spread her
apart, her pussy was stretched into a big O, distended around the head of
my cock.

"Ohhhhh," she gasped softly.

I bored deeper and looked down to watch my cock disappearing into her
body. It was an awesome sight, as I'm sure it is for every boy, to watch
his cock disappear into a woman's pussy for the first time.

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned, louder and longer.

I was about half way in, nearly shaking with excitement, so hot I was
wondering if I would be able to hold off long enough to go all the way
in. I shoved in to the hilt before it was too late; gave her all eight plus
inches.  Yeah, I wasn't done growing yet.

"Ohhhh, Goddddd!" she cried out, and this time she opened her eyes. I mean,
she was wide-eyed, like she was stunned at what'd happened to her.  "My
Godd, how big are you?" she asked, sounding astounded.

"I don't know...eight inches, maybe a little more...I don't know," I said.

"Ohhh, it feels like I've been mounted by a horse," she said.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" I asked. It was the first I realized with
great certainty that I was a bit oversized.  I mean, the way the woman's
eyes were bugging out...I guess eight plus inches is pretty big for an
eighteen-year-old kid.

"Ohh, no," she said.  "You're so much bigger than Randy, though."

Shit, my ego about exploded. I thought Randy was a stud; big, muscular,
good-looking, walked with a manly swagger. I wondered how much bigger. Only
an eighteen-year-old's ego could ask.

"How much?" I asked.

"He's six inches, maybe a little larger," she said. "And not nearly as
thick, it feels like."

Six inches! I almost blurted it out. Heck, I think I was born with six
inches.  I kept my cock buried deep for a moment, boring hard, and making
it throb and quiver up inside her. Then I started fucking her. Slow, short
strokes at first, because I didn't want to hurt her, but mostly because I
was finding my way, figuring out what this was all about.  It didn't take
long to find the stroke that felt the best for her, and fuck, any stroke
felt great to me.  I gradually worked up to longer and finally full-cock
strokes, giving her the advantage of all eight inches sliding back and
forth through her pussy canal. I learned how to twist my hips and
cork-screw my cock into her. She loved that. She was a small woman, and if
she was used to only six inches, I wondered how she was handling my cock,
where it was going. I wondered how she would feel about her studly husband
after I'd fucked her. I wondered if she would even feel him after this.

"Is this your first time?" she asked me.

"Yeah," I grunted, between strokes, and kicked up it up a notch to show her
I knew what I was doing. I would learn that women loved the idea of fucking
a virgin, and I lied a lot of times after that, for as long as I could get
by with it, and told them all they were my first.  By the time I was out of
high school, though, I couldn't get by with it anymore.  Girls and women
just looked at me and assumed I was an experienced cocksman, and of course
a lot of them knew first hand, and word spread. One woman who I met at a
truck stop even laughed when I told her right in the middle of fucking her
that I was a virgin. I didn't lie about it anymore after that.

It took about five minutes for me to master the art; I think guys are born
with it. I was fucking her steady and hard now, like I was trying to hammer
her into the ground.

"Ohhh...ohhhh...ohhhhh...ohhhh...it feels so wonderful!...Ohh, Godd, how
did you learn do move like this?"

  "Just figuring it out, what seems to make you feel good," I
said. Actually, I don't think there was a move I could've made that didn't
make her feel good because my cock was evidently able to touch every nerve
in her pussy simply by being in there. I don't know how long it lasted.
Hours, I thought, but probably more like a few minutes.  I know I wasn't
putting forth much effort to holding back. I wanted to feel the ultimate
experience of shooting off inside a warm pussy. I fucked her off the towel,
right into the grass. Once I looked up and we were a few feet from her
fence; I'd fucked her across the yard!  She was going to have to scrub off
the grass stains.

I didn't warn her when I was working up to my climax, I think because I
didn't want her to tell me to pull out.  I pumped her harder and my
breathing was coming hard but I didn't tell her I was about to come and she
didn't seem to notice. I just let it go. My body stiffened, my muscles
tightened and I shook like I was having a fit, then my cock exploded. I
mean, it felt like it blew all to smithereens inside her pussy. It felt
like my cock was a fire hose, gushing hot come up inside her. I really
worked hard those last dozen stokes. It took everything I had to keep my
hips pumping, and finally, when I'd emptied my nuts in her, I collapsed on
top of her.  A few breaths later, I was that eighteen-year-old boy again,
cradled in the bosom and between the legs of an older woman. It was a good
feeling; the young virgin being had.

"Oh, Clay, that was wonderful!" she cooed as she stroked my hair and my
shoulders.

"Yeah, it sure was," I gasped, my face still resting on her tits.

"We should get up," she said.

"Yeah, anybody could come along," I agreed.  I raised up and slowly pulled
my cock out of her.  I looked down to see her pussy gaping wide open like a
big pink maw, still palpitating, and my semen running out of her. It was a
fuckin' sexy sight. I reared back and shoved myself to my feet and pulled
up my jock and shorts.

"I guess I better get back over the fence," I said.

I jumped back and forth over that fence a hundred times over the next few
months, or sneaked in the back door. Her husband left for work real early
and I started leaving for school earlier, telling my folks I was working
out before school.  In a way, I was. I left by the back door, across the
back yard, behind the garage and jumped the fence, then sneaked in her back
door and headed upstairs for my morning workout. Surprisingly, I never told
anybody, not even my closest friends, that I was banging the neighbor
lady. I was afraid it would get back to my parents, or her husband, and I
didn't want to ruin the good thing I had going. And I didn't particularly
want to tangle with the big stud of a husband. He might not have had the
biggest cock on the block, but he was built. Then out of the blue, they
moved away. My mom said it was because he found out she was having an
affair and he wanted to get her away from there for a new start. I thought,
lots of luck with the new start with his six-inch dick.





                                                      Chapter Three



I was awakened by a light tapping on the door. It was Hans, informing me
that I should get dressed for dinner. As before, he hung the clothes I was
to wear on the inside of the wardrobe doors.

	"Mr. Keppler would like for you to join him in the library for a
glass of wine before dinner," he said. "Would you like me to draw your bath
or would you prefer the shower?" he asked.

I much preferred a shower but the idea of somebody "drawing my bath" sort
of intrigued me.

"That bathtub looks inviting," I said.

Hans walked past the bed and turned the water on in the tub. He poured
something in the water and it burst with soap bubbles. I hadn't particular
wanted a bubble bath but I didn't say anything.

"Will that be all?" he asked when he had laid out clean towels. The way his
eyes raked up and down my naked body, I had to wonder just what he was
asking; what else he might be offering.

I actually enjoyed sinking down into the tub full of soft, aromatic
bubbles. Shit, if the guys could only see me now.

Dinner was obviously going to be formal. What Hans had laid out for me was
almost a tux. I hadn't worn a tux since my prom.  I had to admit I looked
damned sharp in it. Hans popped in again just as I was standing in front of
the full-length mirror checking myself out.

He smiled and nodded his approval as he adjusted my tie. I guess I was
supposed to look perfect for dinner.

I went down to the library where Kurt was dressed in like manner. He handed
me a glass of wine when I walked in the door.  Wine wasn't my favorite
drink, but this was good stuff, and I guess a beer before dinner wouldn't
be appropriate. We talked for a bit, mostly him asking me a lot of
questions. I tried to change the subject a couple of times when he asked
about my unit and our training. I finally succeeded, rather bluntly.

"I'm not supposed to talk about stuff like that," I said.

"Oh, very well, I understand," he said. I didn't really think he was trying
to gather information.

"I never had a chance to check out the porn section," I remarked, walking
around the shelves of books.

He laughed and motioned to that section of the library. I took down several
books and flipped through them. It was raw porn all right, but nothing
compared to the large picture books I found. There were books/albums of
every kind, with pictures of everything imaginable. There was one of just
built, good-looking naked guys horsing around and having fun
outdoors. Looked like it could've been a bunch of GIs horsing around,
except that I wouldn't have imagined anyone taking pictures of them and
making a book. Then I found one that knocked my socks off.  It was filled
with equally built, good-looking guys having sex together.  I was startled
at first but still, I looked at the pictures.  It was a turn on, sort of;
guys going down on each other and even fucking each other, only the way
they were photographed, the looks on their faces, it was more like they
were making love than just having sex. I'd never seen anything like
it. Actually, I'd never really even thought about anything like it.

"The video section is here," Kurt pointed out, taking down a book that he
opened up to display a video inside.

"Very clever," I said, checking out the video. It was also a gay flick.  I
checked out some others that were straight, and one that was Bi.

"Dinner is served."

We glanced around to see Hans standing at the doors.

"We'll come back here after dinner if you like," Kurt said. "There is one
video in particular that I think you might enjoy."

"I think I would enjoy most of them," I said.

We followed Hans into the dining room.  Dining hall was more like it.  The
room was bigger than a house. The vaulted ceilings must've been twenty feet
high.  The fireplace was taller than me, a good ten or twelve feet
wide. The table ran the length of the room, maybe sixty feet long, with
chairs at each end and six chairs on each side.  More chairs sat along the
walls. I guessed it would seat forty or fifty people or more.  A huge
silver thing sat in the center, overflowing with fruit, with candles all
around the bowl itself.  Another half dozen candelabra were placed along
the table. It was only set for two, one at the far end and another setting
at the side.

Hans held out the chair at the end and I waited for Kurt to take it.
Instead he motioned for me to sit there. He took the chair at the side.

"I feel like I'm in the wrong seat," I said.

"Not at all," Kurt assured me.

It was a true seven-course meal, starting out with a tray of black bread
and assorted cheeses and fruit, with wine, followed by soup that Hans
dipped out of a huge tureen held by the cook. Next came a salad of things
that I couldn't identify, served in frosted bowls with a mild, almost bland
dressing and icy chunks of something tangy sprinkled on top. It was good
whatever it was. I thought it would be rude to ask what it was.

"You have such large hands," Kurt said out of the blue. "Very powerful
hands, strong fingers."

I was taken aback, didn't know what to say; nobody had ever complimented my
hands before, and I sort of drew them away from the table.

"Don't hide them," he said with a smile.

"I, uh...well, nobody ever noticed my hands before," I said. I laughed
softly. "I never noticed my hands before, like that."

"Oh, people have noticed, I assure you. You just weren't aware of it," Kurt
said.

I noticed him looking at me again, at the side of my neck and I must've
given him a funny look.

"You have a very strong neck, too. A thick, powerful neck is the sign of a
strong man, and your neck is as wide as your head."

"I guess I get that from my dad. He's got a bull neck," I said. I thought
it was odd that he would notice things like that, and mention them.  I had
an uneasy feeling; like he was being too observant toward me, but I tried
to shrug it off.

The main course was an assortment of wild game that Hans identified as
deer, wild boar, pheasant and dove, served with browned, buttered potatoes
and thin gravy. I'd never eaten wild boar or dove. It was good.

Again, I noticed Hans looking at me. He smiled and I sort of smiled back
while I was chewing.

"You also have a very strong face.  Your facial muscles actually flex when
you chew."

I finished chewing and swallowed and reached for my wine glass. "You're
making me self conscious," I said.

He came back with, "And that makes you all the more handsome."

I gave up. Let him look, regardless of what was behind those looks.

Next was a bowl of fresh, chilled fruit served with brandy poured over the
top, and small, sweet crackers.  I thought it was dessert. But as soon as
the bowls were taken away, Hans returned with plates of what I identified
as Black Forest cake with chocolate sauce drizzled over it. Okay this was
dessert, and a fine way to end a meal.  But following the cake, Hans came
out with crystal bowls of fruit-flavored ice, to clear the pallet, Kurt
said.

"That was the finest meal I've ever had," I said to Kurt.

"Thank you."

	"I would like to compliment your chef."

	He frowned, like I had committed some kind of social blunder, but I
didn't let it bother me.  "Not proper, huh?" I said.  "I would like to do
it anyway."

	He smiled at my American GI persistence and rang for Hans and told
him to bring out the cook.  I complimented the man and it seemed to
embarrass him.

	Dinner took a long time and I drank too much of Kurt's fine
wine. When we returned to the library I wasn't too steady on my feet.

"You said there was a video I might like to see," I said as I took a seat
on the long, wide, leather couch. I was curious to see which one he would
pick out.

"Yes, why don't you go ahead and get comfortable, take off the jacket and
tie, at least," he said as he turned on the VCR and slipped a video in.

I removed the jacket and tie and undid my shirt a couple of buttons and
settled back into the plush couch to enjoy the movie. Images began to
appear, of the back of the house and the pool. Seconds later I got the
surprise of my life; I was watching myself walk out to the pool, holding
the folded towel around my waist. I immediately wondered how much he had
filmed. I quickly found out when I watched Elga walk out to the pool, or
was it Nina.

"Is this going where I think its going?" I asked.

"I hope you're not angry, I couldn't resist," Kurt said. "Don't worry,
there is only the one copy of the video and you can have it. Or we can
destroy it. If you would rather not watch it..."

"No, I would like to see it," I said quickly.  The prospect of seeing
myself in a fuck video was exciting as hell. I wondered how he had filmed
it from three different angles, for I had seen no one with a camera. I
watched us in the pool...Elga climbing out...me climbing out... mounting
her, now lapping her pussy...I started getting hard from watching it.

"Very erotic, isn't it?" Kurt said.

"Yes, if I do say so myself. But I never saw anyone with a camera," I
remarked.

"Well, your face was pretty well hidden," he said with a chuckle. "I
could've had an entire camera crew on the scene and I don't think you
would've noticed," he said, laughing.  "I have cameras mounted in the bath
house, on the far corner of the roof, and in my bedroom. Do you like it?"

	"Yes," I said.

	"I'm glad. You're very good. You performed magnificently; like a
stallion."

 	"Thanks."

"You could make a good living at it," he said.

"I don't think the Army would approve." Already, I was thinking how I could
get it back in the barracks and hide it. I would love to show it to my
buddies. Kurt noticed me make a couple of swipes over the front of my
trousers.

"I know it must be very exciting, watching yourself perform. Feel free to
take those off," he said as he got up to pour more wine.

I didn't, but I felt freer to give myself a good hard squeeze.  "I think
I've had enough," I said of the wine.

"It's already poured. Make this your last one," Kurt said.

By the time the video was over I was practically squirming in my seat. "I
won't be able to get to sleep after watching this," I said. Actually, I was
entertaining thoughts of having Elga and Nina come to my rooms to spend the
night with me.

"Another glass of wine might help," he suggested.

"No, it's not worth the headache," I said.  "Would Elga or Nina happen to
still be in the house?" I asked.

Kurt laughed heartily.  "I'm sorry, they left earlier. I should've kept one
of them back. Or both of them, in your case," he added with a chuckle.

The day was wearing on me, especially the sex, and my belly was full and
now I'd had too much wine. I was ready to go to bed. From my treatment so
far, I expected Kurt to ring for Hans to take me up to my room and turn
down my bed and place a chocolate on the pillow.  I was surprised when he
led the way himself.

"This has been a great day," I said as we were walking down the dimly-lit
hallway.  "I don't know how to thank you."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. And I'm sure I can think of something," he
said.

He opened the door and I preceded him into my room. I was surprised when he
came in and closed the door behind him. Hans had already showed me around,
I saw no reason for Kurt to remain. I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it out
of my pants, thinking he would leave when he saw I was ready to go to bed.

"You said you needed to be back to your base by six tomorrow?" he asked.

"No, midnight," I said as I undid the top button of my trousers. I didn't
remember telling him when I had to be back, or him asking.

"Then you can sleep as late as you want," he said.

I had hold of the zipper tab, hesitating for him to leave. When he didn't,
I unzipped the pants; I didn't want to appear shy or boyish around
him. Maybe he was waiting to hang up my clothes for me, although I thought
Hans would've done that. As I was tugging them off my hips, much to my
surprise, he pulled his shirt out of his trousers, unbuttoning it with his
other hand. Suddenly it struck me! Buying me the clothes, the invitation to
his home and the remarks at dinner about my hands and neck, and showing me
the video, and now...I was more than a little surprised.

"What're you...?" I started to say, finishing my question by nodding to
what he was doing. I let go of my pants and they fell down around my
ankles.

He shrugged his shirt off, revealing a lean, tight upper body, well muscled
and tanned.

"I thought you understood," he said innocently.

"What is it I'm supposed to understand?" I asked.

"You've never been with another man," he said with a rather deadpan
look. He sounded like he was surprised.

"No," I said, my mind racing ahead, trying to picture what he might have in
mind, the images drawn from the pictures I'd seen in the book in the
library. I went ahead and took off my pants, rather than look foolish and
pull them back up like a scared boy. I saw the way his eyes raked over my
body, now clothed in nothing but socks and the skimpy shorts he'd bought
me.

"I knew you would look like this in those shorts," he said, eyeing them.

"Thanks, I like them," I said.

"Do you wear them around the barracks?" he asked.

"Yes.  My roommate and some other guys asked where I got them. I think the
store is going to have a run on them." He was going right ahead and taking
his clothes off.

"What a sight that must be, a bunch of young GI studs running around the
barracks in those shorts," he said.

Okay, where was this going?  More, where was I going to let it go? I was a
guest in his house. I was way the hell up in the mountains with no
transportation back except his car. I wondered what, exactly, he had in
mind. I had a fair idea, of course--I wasn't completely naïve--but the
guy was hard to read.

"There's two thousand marks on the dresser," he said as he was hanging up
our trousers.

I glanced over and saw the stack of bills on the corner of the dresser,
wondering when they had been placed there, for he hadn't done so since we
came in.

"You're paying me to...to have sex," I said.

"Yes, on both counts. I thought you would've figured out the latter by now,
and the money is a token of my appreciation."

I chuckled.  "That's five hundred bucks," I said.

"If its not enough..."  Again he let his eyes rake over my body, coming to
rest on the front of my shorts. "You can name your price, soldier."

I was suddenly intrigued by it all; the invitation, the first-class
treatment, the sexual overtures and now the money. No one had ever offered
to pay me for sex.

"We won't do anything you don't want do to," he said. Then he laughed.  "As
if anybody could force you to do anything. I will be happy just sharing
your bed, spending the night beside that magnificent body, although I'm not
going to get much sleep if I'm refrained from touching."

I wanted to ask him if two thousand marks still stood if that's all I let
him do, but it would've sounded crude, like I was bartering myself. I was
nodding as I brought up one foot then the other to take off my socks.

"All right, why don't we see what happens," I said huskily. It was a lot of
money, and sex of any kind seemed such an easy way to earn it, depending on
what he wanted to do, of course.

"Wonderful," he said excitedly.

Kurt hesitated, I think to see if I was going to take off my shorts and
when I didn't, he left his on. I climbed into bed. He walked over to a
tall, ornate stand and held a match to a small metal bowl resting on it. I
couldn't help taking in his smooth musculature, the graceful way he walked,
and for some stupid reason, I thought of Ryan Stucker.

"Does incense bother you?" he asked.

"I've never smelled the stuff before," I said.

"If it bothers you, let me know," he said. Then he went around lighting
several candles as the smell of the incense began to permeate the room. I
liked it.

"I don't think it's going to bother me," I said.

"Good."  He opened a drawer on the stand on his side of the bed and brought
out a small brown bottle. "Have you ever used...?" he asked, using a word I
couldn't understand.

"I don't know what it is," I said.

"I think you Americans call it poppers," he said.

"No, I've never used the stuff," I said.

"Well, in case you want to try it," he said and tucked the bottle under his
pillow. "It enhances the senses." Then he turned out the light and climbed
into bed.

The flickering candles cast a soft hue over the room. I'm in bed with
another guy, I kept telling myself. The guys back at the barracks would
never believe it. I didn't know exactly what was going to transpire but I
was pretty sure I would get my cock sucked and I shivered with excitement.
I'd never had a pair of lips on my cock before, not even a woman's, but I
was willing to find out what it was like. I think more willing in the
relaxed state I was in from the beer and a full belly, along with the aura
and the aroma of the room. I stretched out with my arms folded above my
head, waiting to see what Kurt would do. My heart was thumping in my chest
from the anticipation as I looked down at the tiny white briefs contrasted
against my tan, the bulge sticking up so prominently that it looked like I
had both fists stuffed in my shorts. When he didn't make a move, I wondered
what I should do, if anything. Maybe he was scared to make a move without
my permission. I gave it.

"For two thousand marks, you can touch," I told him.

He laughed quietly as he rolled onto his side facing me, his head propped
up on one arm. He reached out and laid his hand on my stomach.

"I want to spend time with your muscles, if you don't mind," he said as he
made circles on my abs with his hand.

"Go ahead," I said, a little bewildered that a man's hand felt so good on
my body. I flexed and rolled my abs under his touch till he moved his hand
up to my chest. Yeah, I liked his open admiration of my body.

"You have a great chest," he said, squeezing first one of my pecs then the
other. Again, I shivered at the touch of his fingers raking over my
nipples, surprised that I had feelings there. He felt my neck that he had
admired earlier, tracing his fingers down the thick veins then squeezing my
neck as if to test its strength. My cock was coming alive from his touch. I
spread my legs out, one touched his and he laid his leg over it and nudged
his knee up against the pouch of my briefs. He brought his hand down to my
leg, rubbing it over my thigh, squeezing the muscle.

"You've got legs like tree trunks, only smooth," he said. "Did the Army
build you up like this?"

"I was built pretty good in high school, but I guess you could say the Army
put the finishing touches on me," I said.

"I'll bet you don't even realize what a terrific body you have," he said.

"Well, I sort of do, I see myself in the mirror every morning," I said.

"Shaving? Or in a full length mirror?"

"Both. There's a full-length mirror at each end of the barracks and you see
yourself coming back from the shower." I brought one arm down and laid it
across my chest. He took hold of my hand. Of everything he was doing,
taking hold of my hand felt the weirdest. I'd never had a guy hold my hand
before, and it felt sort of intimate.

"You have beautiful hands," he told me again as he examined my fingers.

I laughed, embarrassed. "Nobody ever told me that before."

"Strong hands, thick fingers," he murmured, then he leaned down and sucked
my middle finger into his mouth, causing me to let out a little moan.
"Does that feel good?" he asked with a smile.

"Yeah. I don't know why but it does," I said.

"I can show you something else that feels good," he said. He moved down to
the foot of the bed and took my foot in his hands.

"Such large, beautiful feet," he said, fingering my toes and caressing my
foot.

I didn't say anything. I just lay there and watched him. Suddenly he sucked
my big toe in his mouth.

"Aahhh!" I gasped with surprise.

He smiled around my toe and sucked and licked it with his tongue.

"Aawwhhhh," I moaned softly. This was getting too weird. I'd never even
heard of getting your toes sucked. "Ohhh, shit," I gasped, curling my toes
and squirming on the bed.  Geezusss, how could it feel so good. I couldn't
lie still. Finally, he released my toe and came back up to lie beside me.

"Big, powerful feet are also the sign of a strong man," he said.

"I never heard that before either," I said.

"But the real power of a man is here," he said as he laid his hand on the
pouch of my shorts, causing me to jump, and he laughed. I couldn't help
humping the bulge up into his palm as he began to squeeze and maul it.

"Godd, you're big," he whispered.

"I guess I am," I said, again trying to sound modest.

 "Do you check this out in the mirror when you come back from the shower?"

I was embarrassed to tell him that I did.

"You know you do," he chided me.

"Okay, I do," I admitted.

"You should. You should be proud of it."

"I guess I am." I was proud right at that moment, and I was getting hard.

"I'm sure others are checking it out as well," he said.

"I don't know about that," I said. "Not openly, you can be sure of
that. The Army frowns on it."

Kurt leaned up and smashed his face in the bulge and I could feel his hot
breath and the dampness of his tongue, then it was more wet as he mouthed
the bulge and his spit soaked into the cotton material. When he raised up,
my shorts were soaked with spit and my cock was sticking out toward my hip,
straining against my shorts.

"I think it wants out," he said as he squeezed me.

"It feels like its gonna bust out if I don't let it out," I said, watching
the powerful throbs that made my cock swell and stretch out even longer.

"I'll let it out for you," Kurt said, but he didn't. He lifted the
waistband just enough to expose the head of my cock. "Like a raging
stallion, wanting to get out of the barn," he said.

I was already pumping ball juice and it was forming a puddle on my
stomach. Kurt began licking the underside of the head, causing my cock to
throb and ooze out more juice.

"You're overflowing," he said.

"Yeah."

"Godd, it's almost like you're coming," he said.

"Naw, you'll know when I'm coming," I said.

He began lapping up the precome off my stomach and off the end of my cock
as it oozed out, and I knew I was in for something special from this guy if
he liked the stuff. I clenched my butt muscles, squirming around on the
bed. I wished he would get to it; I wanted him to suck my cock in the worst
way. I wanted to find out what it felt like to have a pair of lips curl
around the head of my cock. Finally, he pulled it straight up and lowered
his mouth over the head.

"AAAwwhhhhhhh!" I moaned loudly, pressing my head back in the pillow with
my eyes closed.  "Ohh, fuck! That feels good!" I gasped through clenched
teeth. He started sucking me and I responded with exuberance. Damn, did I
respond! I clenched my butt to thrust my cock up into his hungry mouth and
when that wasn't enough I humped my butt right up out of the mattress. To
make it better I clasped my hand on his head to hold him in place while I
tried to fuck his mouth. He did his best, slurping and choking and gagging,
but I wanted more.

"Fuck, I don't think I've ever been so horny," I groaned.

Kurt lifted his head with a leering smile. "I have a confession to make,"
he said.

"What?"

"The incense isn't just incense," Kurt said.

	"What is it?" I asked.

	"There's some high grade pot mixed in," he said.

	"Geezusss, you mean I'm getting high?"

	"I don't know; I don't know what it takes to get you high," he
said.

"I don't know either, I've never been high."

"Do you want me to douse it?" he asked.

"No, I sort of like the feeling," I said.

"Yes, I can tell," he said with a smile, and went back down on my cock.

We quickly regained the momentum we'd lost when he stopped, but in my
stupor it quickly wasn't enough. I tried to force him down on my cock. He
resisted, but the tough soldier wouldn't be put off. I was the conqueror; I
would conquer, dammit. I rolled us over onto our sides, then on over so
Kurt was forced onto his back and I was hunkered over him in an arched
push-up position. Fatal for him, victorious for me. I simply let my weight
down and drove my cock into his throat. He was impaled before he could
bring his hands up to my hips to stop me.

"UUUnnnggghhhhhh!" he moaned as I smashed my belly hard against his face.

I looked down to see his eyes bugged out. I still held him captive for a
moment, thrusting and twisting my hips around, till he was flailing
frantically to get air. Finally, I raised up, pulling my cock out of his
throat. He pushed me the rest of the way up and sucked in air.

"Fuck, soldier!  Are you trying to kill me?"

"Sorry, I'm just used to being on the attack," I said.

"Well, don't attack so viciously. Don't you know how big you are?"

"Sorta, I've been carrying it around all my life," I said. My cock was
suspended out over his face, bucking up and down toward my stomach,
demanding attention. I felt like demanding, too. I mean, he wanted sex with
me, I wanted to give it to him, on my terms.

"I'll take it, but please, take it easy," he said as he pulled my cock back
down to his mouth.

I was more gentle and he was more accepting of my cock thrusting deep in
and out of his throat, but I was still too much for him and I was so
fuckin' hot I was tingling.

"Please, sir, can I have a break?" he asked finally.

"Sure," I said and toppled over onto my back. I didn't want him to get
discouraged and stop altogether, and a little part of me was afraid he
would withdraw the two thousand marks. Not that I was selling myself--I
would have done this for nothing now--but it was offered and laying over
there on the dresser just waiting for me to pick it up.

Kurt crawled down between my legs and laid his head in the apex of my
thighs, his face nestled against my manhood. He licked it as it throbbed up
and down. It needed more attention than that. I reached down and began
pumping it with my tight fist.

"You are just about too much soldier for any one man," he said.

"I'm just so fuckin' horny. I think that stuff is really having an effect
on me."

"Do you want to fuck me?" he asked.

I blinked and raised my head up to look down at him.

"Are you serious?"

"If you're willing," he said.

"Sure. Hell, yeah," I said. "I never fucked a guy before," I said with
renewed excitement.

Kurt brought a tube of lubricant from under the mattress and lubed up his
ass, then greased my cock real good.

"Do you want me on my stomach or on my back, like a woman?" he asked.

The way he put it, I decided I wanted him like a woman. The idea of fucking
a guy was completely foreign to me, and having him submit like a woman
would somehow take the gay edge off of it. Call it justification ,but
that's how I was thinking.

"On your back," I said.

He lay on his back with his knees cocked up and wide apart, ready for me. I
moved between his legs and like I would a woman, I shoved his legs toward
him so his knees were in his armpits, tilting his butt up off the
mattress. I looked down at his asshole, surprised to see that he was smooth
as a baby's butt, just like Elga and Nina. Fuck, did everybody shave around
here, I wondered. His asshole clenched, like it was winking at me, and
compared to the size of my cock, I had my doubts about the fit.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked as I held my cock in my hand, looking at
his asshole.

"Yes, very sure," he said.

"I just don't want to hurt you," I said.

"Pain is inevitable," he said. "Don't worry about it; it will only turn
into pleasure."

"I hope you're right. I guess you've done this before," I said as I
hunkered forward to set the head of my cock against his hole. I was still
wondering how the hell it was going to stretch around the girth of my cock.

Kurt closed his eyes and they fluttered. "I don't want to sound like a
pussy, but go easy, will you? I've done it before, but you're going to make
me feel like a virgin again."

"Is that bad?" I asked.

"Oh, no. Just scary," he said.

I inched forward on my knees, pushing my cock against his hole. The rubbery
muscle gave but didn't open up. I shoved a little harder, and it gave some
more but to no avail.

"You're being too cautious," Kurt said. "Put some of the power of that hard
butt behind it."

I inched forward a little bit more and clasped my hands around the upper
part of his thighs. Then I shoved hard. I was amazed at how easily his
asshole seemed to open up and swallow my cockhead. Apparently it wasn't
that easy for him.

"AAAAwwwhhh!" Kurt cried out softly, bearing his head back into the
pillows.

I waited, still watching our juncture, still amazed how the tight muscle
gripped my cock, almost angrily.

"You okay? Are you ready for more?" I asked after a moment.

"Yess," he hissed. "I'm ready for all of it."

I gave him all of it, in one slow, easy shove. I couldn't believe I was
doing this; shoving my cock into a guy's ass. I could believe less that he
was actually taking it. I gaped at what little of my cock remained, stunned
at the feel of his warm, live ass squeezing and palpitating around the rest
of it. I tried to imagine all those hard, thick inches inside him. I guy
just isn't built to be fucked, and I wondered where those inches went.

"Is it okay?" I asked.

"Oh, Yesss.  Godd, Yesss. It feels incredible," he replied.

Okay, if you say so, I thought. I couldn't imagine how. I hunkered forward
to bury myself to the hilt, pressing my loins hard against his spread butt.

"Ohhhhhhh," he gasped.  "Oh, Goddd!"

"My name's Hunter, not Godd," I joked.

"Your name might be Hunter, but you are a god," he said. "Fuck me, Hunter,"
he moaned.

I eased back, watching his ass pull outward and I wondered if I might turn
him inside out. I pulled slowly, till the tight muscle clasped itself
tightly around the rim of my cockhead and hung on for dear life.  I tugged
back and it squeezed harder, refusing to let go. Then I shoved back in.

"Ohhhhh, that feels so wonderful," Kurt moaned.

I started fucking him. It was the most incredible thing I'd ever done or
felt, even including Nina and Elga. His ass was different from pussy; it
was snug and so alive. It felt like he had muscles all the way in as far as
I went, and he knew how to use them. Yeah, he had done this a lot of times
before.

Kurt groped under his pillow and found the poppers. He uncapped the bottle
and took a couple of hits.

"You maybe should've used that before, when I was going in," I said.

"No, now is better," he said as he inhaled and let the stuff do its
magic. He handed the bottle to me. I hesitated. I was so damned hot and
primed and horny I didn't think I needed anything to enhance my
feelings. But Kurt insisted.

"If you've never tried it you don't know what you're missing. At least try
it," he said.

I took the bottle and held it to my nose, closing off one nostril like he
had, and sucked it in.  It was weird stuff, and I felt a weird sensation
coming over me almost immediately; a good weird sensation. I took another
couple of hits and within seconds my head was spinning, there was warmth
burning all through me and I had trouble focusing as I sailed off to a
place I'd never been before.

"Geezussss!" I swore.

"Yeah, see what I mean?" Kurt said.

"Fuck! Talk about enhancement!  Shit, is my cock growing, or is it just the
poppers?"

"It's definitely throbbing," he said.

"Mannn, I don't know if that was a good idea. I feel even hornier. It could
be downright dangerous," I said. I hovered up over him and lifted my hips,
held the position. "You're gonna get fucked like you've never been fucked
before," I said as I drove my cock inside him.

"OOOOhhhhhhhh!" he moaned loudly. "Ohh, Yesss, do it, soldier. Fuck me!
Fuck my brains out!"

I gave the bed a workout, not to mention his ass. I was suddenly a stallion
mounting a mare, like one of the horses of the Apocalypse, raping the
world. My cock felt like a club, a battering ram, and I was muscle
personified, wielding it like a warrior Hun. I was my cock! I had never
felt so virile, so powerful in my life.

"Ohh...Ohhh...Ohhhh, fuck...Ohhh, my Goddd! Awwwwwhh...awwwy, yesss, fuck
me, fuck me you big stallion! Oohhhhh...Ohhhhh this is incredible. Fuck
me!" It was Kurt moaning under me, Kurt, the world, that I was raping,
trying to match my thrusts, but he was no match for this powerful warrior.

I breathed in the pot-laced incense and Kurt handed me the uncapped bottle
again. I accepted it, and this time he administered it to me, again and
again. I took it and my virility soared. I wished Nina and Elga were there
with us. I could fuck all three of them. I looked at my arms and down at my
stomach. My muscles bulged and rippled as I fucked him, and it was as if I
were seeing myself for the first time. When had I become such a superman?

Nina...Elga...I thought of their smooth, shaved pussies and began
salivating. I looked down at Kurt but saw only tight, rippling muscles and
cock. But there was more to the handsome male under me. I was fucking him;
a man! I had my cock inside him, just like a pussy. I swallowed the spit
that overflowed my mouth. I was consumed with a desire I didn't
understand. Suddenly I pulled my cock out and hunkered down and buried my
face in his butt just like I had Nina and Elga.

I can't be going this, I thought. But I was. He smelled of soap and
good-smelling cologne and male musk that I'd never smelled before--his
and mine--musk that had been created by our bodies joining in heated
lust.  I sucked it in like an aphrodisiac, heady with it as I pressed my
face into his butt and drove my tongue deep inside his gaping ass.

"Aaaawwwwhhhhhh!" he cried out, and continued groaning in German, most of
which I didn't understand. Whatever it was, it was good, and I wanted to
make it better.

I devoured him like a hungry wolf on a piece of raw meat. I drove my tongue
as deep as I could, lavering the warm, delicate lining of his ass that
squeezed back. I searched for his clit but never found it. My cock was so
hard it ached, demanding attention. I raised back up and thrust my cock
deep in the man's ass again, not easy this time.

"Ohh, My Godddd!" he cried out when I impaled him on my ten inches of meat.

Yeah, yell, fucker, I thought. After a dozen strokes I pulled out again and
stood down off the bed.

"Turn over, on your hands and knees," I ordered.

"Yes, sir," he said meekly as he scrambled to assume the position in the
middle of the bed.

	"This way," I said.

	He turned so his butt was facing me. I gazed at it. Fuck, when did
a guy's ass offer such an attraction for me? I bent down to eat his ass,
telling myself I was getting him ready for my cock again, and I'd heard
that a real man doesn't fuck anything he don't eat. Yeah, like I believed
that! But I was lying and I knew it and it scared me. I straightened and
rammed my cock in his ass again. I fucked him hard. He groaned and cried
out in German. I must've fucked him for a half hour before I pulled him off
the bed and continued fucking him standing up.

"When you're ready to come, I want your load," he gasped. "I want to see
it, and taste it."

"I'm not ready to come yet," I said.

I fucked him through all the positions I knew and we were back on the bed,
him on his stomach and me astraddle his thighs, smacking his butt as I
fucked him, when I suddenly got the urge that would no longer be denied.

"I'm getting close," I said.

"Oh, give it to me. Shoot me in the face with it," he moaned.

I gave him a few more thrusts, bringing myself right up to the brink then
quickly pulled out. Kurt scrambled around so he was lying with his face
tilted up, an expectant look on his face as I jacked my cock to the
finish. I smiled inside as the stuff broke loose and gushed up through my
cock. He didn't know what he was in for. It shot out like a cannon and
splattered against his forehead.

"OOOhhhhh," he cried excitedly when he saw the volume and felt the power
hit him.

Just as he cried out I shot again and it went right in his mouth. I'd never
done this before, shot my load on somebody's face, till Nina and Elga, and
certainly never in a mouth and it was hot as hell.  Just having the guy go
so crazy over it gave me the chills. I really gave it to him; a load to be
proud of. Finally, I was drained and the stuff was boiling out of my
cock. Kurt came in to devour my cock and suck it out of me. He was a mess;
but a beautiful mess. I guess it was the first I'd noticed just how
handsome he was. Maybe it was all that come streaked and running down his
face that made him more handsome.

I sat back on my haunches, gasping for air. Kurt raised up, groping for a
towel that he'd laid on his side of the bed. I toppled over to lie down.

"Geezusss, what just happened?" I moaned.

Kurt laughed.

"You just shot off like a rocket," he said.

"No, the other," I said, without speaking the words that I'd had my tongue
in his ass.

"It felt wonderful," he said. "I was very surprised, though."

"Not nearly as surprised as me," I said. "Geezuss, how do you stand the
taste of that stuff? It smells rank as hell."

"Its an acquired taste," he said. He smiled. "I have another confession to
make."

	"I'm almost afraid to ask," I said.

"The icy crystals on the salad...do you know what that was?"

"I'm almost afraid to ask," I said again. He smiled and I knew. "No!  Don't
tell me."

"Yes. Frozen semen."

Oh Godd, I thought, I ate somebody's come! Shit, whose? Now I really was
afraid to ask. Godd, not Kurt's. Not Hans. I wanted to be angry but it
wouldn't come. The drugged incense had me too laid back.

"Whose?" I asked finally.

"One of your own," he said.

"What?"

"Another big, healthy, overpaid and oversexed American GI," he said.

"And how did you...manage to...?"

"Simple. I asked him to leave a deposit before he left. He was quite a
shooter. Very powerful. Very copious. Like yourself. And quite flavorful,
don't you agree?"

I remembered thinking how good the salad was. He reminded me.

"You said you liked the salad."

"Yes. I'm not sure how well I would've liked it if I'd known," I said. I
was exhausted and needed fresh air. "Could we put out the pot kettle? I
need to clear my head." I asked.

"Certainly." He doused and covered the container and opened a window. I got
up and stood at the window and sucked in fresh air, then went back and laid
down.

"Go to sleep if you want to," Kurt said.

Yeah, I needed to sleep. I needed to get away from things; like fucking
another guy in the ass, like having my tongue in his ass, like eating
another GI's frozen come. Shit, did that make me a cocksucker by proxy?  I
was too tired to worry about it.


			       ...continued


(If you liked the story--or if you didn't--I would appreciate hearing from
you at Peterbilt1228@live.com. Especially if you've had anything like this
happen to you, or anything close; I would like to hear about it.  I get a
lot of my inspiration and ideas from readers).

Thanks,
Pete