Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2009 05:49:22 -0600
From: peterbilt1228@live.com
Subject: Weekends at Schoernenburg, Part II
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Weekends at Scheornenburg
(A Soldier Making Extra Money)
Part II
Chapter Four
The next morning I awoke feeling more relaxed than I'd felt in a long
time. My butt muscles were a little sore from the workout but I felt
good. I tried to recall all that had transpired the night before. It came
back slowly and sent a chill down my spine as I remembered eating the guy's
ass. I was never going to use poppers again. I glanced at the dresser to
see if the money was still there. I got up and counted it. Sure enough, two
thousand marks. Shit, five hundred dollars. Maybe it was worth it.
I showered and slipped on a long, burgundy dressing gown that was hanging
on the door of the wardrobe. It had not been there before so I guessed I
was supposed to wear it. I wandered downstairs, following the smell of
bacon and sausage and coffee. I scared the cook and apologized.
"I didn't know anyone was awake," he said. "I was going to bring your
breakfast up to your room."
"No need to do that," I said.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked.
"Eventually," I said.
Just then Elga--or Nina, I still didn't know which one was who--came in the
opposite door. Her eyes lit up when she saw me. She spoke to the cook in
German then looked back at me. I was suddenly very much awake. The outfit
she'd worn the day before wasn't a costume, as I'd thought; it was her
uniform; the short black skirt and the whole French maid thing. Geezusss,
how did anybody get any work done around the place with those two women
running around dressed like that. The cook must've seen how we were looking
at each other.
"I can delay serving breakfast," he told me quietly.
I was torn. I was hungry as a horse, but shit, who could eat with her
there? She went to a cupboard and bent down to get something and I wasn't
torn any longer.
"Perhaps you would like to go for a walk in the garden before breakfast,"
the cook suggested. "I can serve you out there when you're ready."
"Yes, I think I would like that," I said, without taking my eyes off the
woman.
"You are Nina or Elga?" I asked as we went out into heavy foliage
of the garden.
"Elga," she said, laughing.
Not to bore with details, the maid followed me out and doffed the robe and
laid it across a cement bench and we had a wild and terrific pre-breakfast
fuck. Something about it--fucking a woman--seemed to help redeem myself
from the night before. And it made me hungry as a wolf. The cook brought
my breakfast out when Elga had gone back in.
Fucked and fed, I returned to my rooms, wondering where Kurt
was. Maybe he was a late sleeper. I decided to go swimming. It was a
languid swim in the brisk early morning and I found myself thinking, I
could live like this. Kurt came out with a sleepy look on his face,
followed by Hans with a silver tray.
"Coffee?" Kurt asked me.
"No, I've been taken care of," I said.
"I'm sure you have," he said with a smile.
But I changed my mind and climbed out of the pool. I reached for a
towel to dry off but Kurt took it from me.
"Stay like that, with the water dripping off your muscles. You look
stunning in the morning sunlight."
"Maybe, but a little chilly," I said.
"You'll dry," he said.
"I know you've eaten, but would you join me at breakfast?" he
asked. "I always have coffee to relax my brain before I eat breakfast."
"Sure. I'll go get dressed," I said.
"No, I want you at my table just like you are," he said.
I shrugged. Okay, if he wanted me naked at his table, I couldn't
refuse my host.
At breakfast, in the grand dining hall, Kurt seemed to linger over
each bite of food, his eyes never left me.
"Did you sleep well after I left your room?" he asked.
"Eventually," I said.
"Have you enjoyed yourself?"
"Yes, thank you."
"And your head? Sometimes poppers are worse than a hangover," he
said.
"My head's fine," I said. It wasn't. It didn't hurt or anything,
but it still contained the images of what I'd done.
"When will you have to leave?" Kurt asked.
"I thought in a couple of hours," I replied.
"So soon? You don't have to be back till midnight."
"If I stay too long, I'm afraid I won't leave at all," I said.
"I hope I've been a good host."
"You've been a terrific host. This is like a whole different
world."
"Has the compensation been sufficient?" he asked.
"Compensation wasn't necessary in the first place," I said.
"It will help soothe the conscience, perhaps," he said with a tight
smile.
I smiled back. Maybe he was right. Maybe two thousand marks was
fair payment for me having my tongue in his ass. Geezuss, I still didn't
know where that came from. I could handle the fact that I'd had my cock in
a guy's ass, but my tongue...!!
"Would you like to go riding again?" he asked.
"If there's time," I said.
"You have more time than you're permitting yourself. If need be, I
will have my driver take you all the way to your barracks," he said. "We
won't bother with proper riding gear this time. Ride just like you are, if
you like."
"I've never ridden naked before. Yeah, I think I would like to try
it," I said.
"You might want to slip on a jockstrap to keep everything lifted up
out of the way. You'll find one in the bureau."
"Yes, that might be a good idea," I said.
There was a quiet pause while Kurt sipped his coffee then he asked,
"Are you rested and refreshed from last night?"
"Yes." I chose not to tell him that I'd already fucked one of his
maids in the garden.
"Please, then," he said, motioning to the table.
"What?" I asked.
"Lie on the table."
I stood and climbed up on the table and stretched out on my
back. The fine wood felt good to my skin.
"Beautiful," he whispered as he stood and pushed his chair back. He
moved around to the side of the table. "A smorgasbord of beautiful American
muscle."
I'd never had a tongue bath before, and I've never had one like
that since. There wasn't one square inch of my body that Kurt didn't touch
with his tongue. Not one. But he never took my cock in his mouth. It
throbbed and bolted and raged but he only licked it like the rest of my
body. Suddenly, he stopped.
"Helmut will have the horses ready for us," he said.
My cock was heavy, swinging out in front of me like a battering
ram, as I went upstairs to get a jockstrap. It went down a little, from
disappointment, and I was able to get it stuffed into the jockstrap. Kurt
was waiting at the pool, also in a jock. We walked to the stable where two
horses were waiting. They were not saddled, only bridled. While Helmut, the
young stable boy held him, I mounted the magnificent animal and his bare
skin felt good against mine as I locked my thighs around his belly. Kurt
laughed.
"I think your stallion is gay," he said.
I glanced around to see him looking at my horse.
"You've given him a hardon," he said.
It sent a chill through me, that the animal would be sexually
excited over my bare ass and thighs squeezing his belly. Suddenly, I felt a
tingling in my jock that had not completely gone away from Kurt's tongue
bath. I happened to see Helmut eyeing the stallions, and me. Our eyes met
for a second and I sort of shivered inside, but he quickly turned back to
his work.
We rode a different direction from the day before; deep into the
forest. So deep I wondered if we were still on his property.
"I hope you know your way out of here," I said.
"Of course, I've spent my life here," he said.
I was surprised when we rounded a curve in the horse path to find a
white tent set up in a clearing, complete with table and chairs and lunch
served.
"Wow! You really know how to treat a guy."
Kurt smiled.
We ate--Kurt insisted that I remove my jockstrap and put it
around my neck, for effect, he said--and we drank cool wine. I was still
having a hard time believing people actually lived like this.
"I have one more surprise I hope you will enjoy before you have to
return to your base," he said.
"I can't imagine."
"Come," he said as he stood and reached out for my hand.
I don't know why I took his hand but I did; I was feeling that
comfortable with him. We walked like that, hand in hand, down a narrow path
to another clearing. There in the trees was a large, white sofa, set on a
burgundy rug. Beside it was a small table with two glasses of wine. He led
me onto the carpet and turned to face me, taking my other had as he did.
"I hope you will indulge me once more," he said huskily.
"Yes," I said, barely managing to choke the word out. Yes, and not
because of the two thousand marks tucked in my pants back in my room. Yes,
because I wanted to be here with this guy in this wonderland setting that
he had gone to so much trouble to create for me. Yes, but I wasn't prepared
for what he did next. He placed my hands on his hips then wrapped his hands
around my butt and pulled us together. I should have known--I believe I
did from the look in his eyes--what he was going to do, but still, I
wasn't prepared. And, unprepared, I was led like a sheep to the slaughter
into doing something I had never dreamed possible for me. He kissed me, and
I kissed him back. Not just a peck, or a friendly brush of the lips out of
gratitude, but a deeply passionate kiss that sparked lust in my loins. I'd
never been kissed, or kissed, like that in my life. I was only vaguely
aware of him lifting one leg to allow my cock to swing up between them,
then his warm thighs squeezed against it. I was too stunned to speak by the
time we parted.
"I think we need to find a better place for this," he said as he
tightened his thigh-grip on my cock.
"Yes," I agreed.
I fucked him on the couch out in the middle of the forest with the
birds chirping and the two stallions stomping and snorting nearby. I
happened to glance that way and saw that they were both sporting enormous
hardons. I said I fucked him. But it wasn't like the previous night. Not as
hard or wild; not the conqueror fucking the vanquished. It was more like I
made love to him, and that scared me a little. This time I deposited my
load deep inside his ass. He didn't ask me to pull out, and I wanted to
leave something of myself for him to remember me by. Godd, it was a nice
fuck, as were the long moments that we lay together on the couch in the
aftermath, with Kurt's head on my shoulder. I didn't quite understand how
or why I felt so at ease, lying like this with another man.
Riding back, I hoped I would see Helmut again. The boy interested me.
When I was ready to leave Kurt invited me back...said all it took was a
phone call...and asked me if I wanted to take the video with me. I thought
about it for a moment.
"No, I don't think so, I don't have anyplace to keep it," I said.
"Then I'll keep it for you. You can watch it when you return for a visit,"
he said.
"I'm really not comfortable with it being available to other
guys--GIs--who might visit," I said.
"Then I'll put it in my vault," he said. "Or would you rather destroy it
before you go?"
"No, I...I might want to watch it again." Somehow, I trusted him, "Thanks
for the invitation back," I said.
He told me goodbye on the steps with a firm handshake and I climbed into
his limo. The driver let me off at the station and I walked inside to wait
for my train. The ride back to Gelnhausen was filled with confused emotions
that I didn't want to have to deal with. I would be glad when I got back to
the barracks and the routine of being a soldier, so I could put it all
behind me. Well, part of it. I've had sex with a guy, I kept telling
myself. I blocked the most brutal image, of me tonguing the guy's ass, and
skipped to the part where I'd fucked Enge and Nina; one of them twice. That
made me feel better. But there was also the kiss. The two thousand marks
helped, too, I could say I did it for the money, and I didn't ponder what I
would or wouldn't have done if the money hadn't been laying there on the
dresser.
My roommate, Ryan Stucker asked me how the weekend went.
"Did you ever fuck or eat shaved pussy?" I asked with a tight grin, happy
with those images in my head and not the others.
"No shit! You ate it?"
"Man, it was too good to pass up. Shit, so nice and smooth. They tasted
like a bowl of fruit."
"They?"
"Yeah, there were two of them; the maids. They were even dressed in those
skimpy little French maid uniforms."
"Damn, how did you luck out?"
"It was pure luck," I conceded.
Seeing Stucker's reaction to my escapades--almost hero worship--helped
restore my ego to its proper place but soon after I realized I had another
problem. I found myself noticing other guys' butts! Especially Stucker's
butt. I had a deep "admiration" for the guy, but his butt was something
different.
I didn't call Kurt right away. I tried not to think about what'd happened
with him but the weekend, the estate and his hospitality kept tugging at
me. I wanted to go back. I just didn't know how to go about setting the
parameters; I didn't want things to go helter-skelter like last time. I
wanted to have some understanding of sorts, how things would be if I went
back. Odd that I thought I had that right, but he had paid me to have sex
with him. I kept clinging to that rationale. Then one evening, a couple of
months later, I got a call from him, to see if everything was all right.
"Yeah, we've just been busier than hell, passes have been scarce," I said.
"Well, I just wanted to touch base, and to let you know that the invitation
still stands. Just give me a call, same arrangement as last time; I'll pick
up your train fare and have my car meet you."
"Thank you. I'll call you whenever I get a pass."
Chapter Five
A couple of weeks later, still with no plan to set parameters and place
restrictions on our activities, I found myself on the train heading for
Frankfurt. How would I tell Kurt that I wanted to spend more time with Elga
and/or Nina; that anything he initiated between him and me would be all
one-sided this time.
I almost didn't go. A full inspection of all gear and equipment
delayed the issuance of passes till very late in the afternoon; it takes a
long time inspect a bunch of tanks. A lot of guys stuck around for evening
chow before picking up their passes. I called Kurt to be sure it was still
okay to come. He wasn't there but Hans assured me that I would be most
welcome no matter what time I arrived, and he would send the car. I liked
Hans. In fact, I bought a box of fine chocolates for him at a shop in the
train station. The car picked me up at the train station and deposited me
at the steps of Scheornenburg. It was dark but good old Hans came out to
greet me.
"Welcome back to Scheornenburg."
"Thank you, Hans. I'm sorry I'm so late."
"There is no need to apologize, Corporal, Scheornenburg is open to you at
any time." He was making me feel like a celebrity. "Have you eaten?" he
asked with a gracious bow as he held the door for me.
"No, I haven't, but I don't want to be any trouble," I said apologetically,
yet hoping I would be fed. Inside, I gave him the chocolates. He was so
surprised, and pleased. When he led me into the dining hall, I
balked. "Listen, Hans, I don't want to be any trouble. Just something from
the kitchen, a sandwich, maybe."
"Oh, Mr. Kurt would never hear of it," he said with a horrified look.
"Even if that's what Mr. Kurt's guests would prefer, a sandwich in the
kitchen?" I said.
He thought about it for a moment. "Very well," he said. "But perhaps it
might be well if it was not mentioned at all," he added.
"Very well," I agreed.
I wondered if Hans had kept the cook on standby, waiting for me to
arrive. The man recognized me and smiled warmly when I came into the
kitchen. Maybe I was the only one who had ever insisted on complimenting
his cooking. He set about making a huge sandwich of roast beef on big
slabs of black bread, with German mustard, lettuce, tomato, along with warm
potato salad and dill pickle, and warm red cabbage with brown gravy. And a
stein of beer.
"Man, this is great," I said as I dug in. The two men stood, as if at
attention, and watched me eat. I motioned for them to sit down. They did
so, reluctantly, and I engaged them in polite conversation which they took
part in even more reluctantly. I had a second beer with the sandwich and a
third that Hans set out to wash it all down. The cook brought out a huge
slab of Black Forest cake but I declined.
"Well, then, would you like to retire to your rooms, or perhaps relax in
the library with some brandy?" Hans asked.
"I'm ready to hit the sack," I said. "Where's Kurt?"
"He was called away. He will return in the early morning. He offers his
apologies," Hans said.
I followed Hans along the familiar corridor to the rooms I had stayed in
the last time. I looked out over the pool, thinking I might go for a swim,
but it was a bit chilly out. Hans showed me into the room and turned on the
lamps and lit the incense pot.
"It will relax you and help you sleep," he said. "I will remove it
after you are asleep."
"Will the maids be in tomorrow?" I asked.
Hans smiled. "Elga will come on duty about seven in the morning,"
he replied with a sly smile.
I didn't ask about Nina but I was thinking how great it would be to
have them both in bed for the night. Maybe I could arrange it for the next
night. Oh well, I was tired. Suddenly there was the sound of a gong-like
bell tone that sounded like a small version of Big Ben.
"Oh, the other soldier is here," Hans said.
I blinked. "What soldier?" I asked. Shit, I wasn't prepared to share the
weekend with another guy, especially another soldier. Fuck, he could even
be from my outfit.
"He's not one of yours," Kurt said. "In the past he would have been your
enemy. Now, he is your ally. He is German."
I still wasn't too keen on a third party, and being a German soldier didn't
cut it with me all that much. But it was too late; I couldn't dictate who
the man invited as a guest in his house. I just wish he'd told me, maybe I
would've made other plans. I shrugged it off. Hans left to welcome the guy
and I started undressing for bed. The next thing I know, he's coming
through the door, in uniform! He clicked his heels and saluted, a little
too reminiscent of times past. Hans hung around, too, for a moment, I
supposed to see how we hit it off.
"I am Wolf," he said. He pronounced it Volf. He put out his hand and I took
it as a matter of courtesy.
"Glad to meet you, Wolf," I said. It was a strong hand, with thick, meaty
fingers, tanned. "I'm Hunter." I must've looked at him funny.
"You weren't expecting me," he said with a tight smile.
"No. But then, maybe you weren't expecting me either," I said.
"I will leave you to get some sleep after your journeys," Hans said as he
bowed out of the room and closed the door.
Wolf started unbuttoning his uniform. I looked at him even funnier.
"Are we staying in the same room?" I asked.
"It looks that way; this is where he brought me," he said.
I glanced at the bed. It was plenty big enough and I don't know why I
looked at it, except to imagine me crawling into bed with this guy.
"I don't know, this is taking German-American relations a bit to the
extreme, don't you think?" I said, wondering why we were put in the same
room when the place was as big as a four-star hotel.
"Well, I guess that depends on your definition of German-American
relations," Wolf joked.
I thought I should leave--I knew I should leave--but there was too much
bidding me to stay. Ashamedly, the thought of another thousand marks or so
lingered in the back of my mind and if I left I would probably forfeit
that. It shouldn't have mattered, but it did. Besides, dammit, I wanted to
be there; I liked Scheornenburg. I thought perhaps I could ring for Hans
and request another room but that would have been rude. And there was the
little matter of curiosity that was building as I watched Wolf taking off
his uniform. Unlike most Germans, he was nicely tanned, which contrasted
sharply with his blonde hair. As he was taking off his shirt I was thinking
that he looked like he could be a model. He was built every bit as good as
me, but smoother; his muscled didn't bulge like mine did. My build was
more rugged, but he had a five-o'clock shadow that gave him a rugged look,
but in a smoother way. He didn't stop till he was naked, and I saw that his
tan was complete, and contrasted against his blondish pubes. Noticing
that, I couldn't ignore the way he was hung, and he was tanned there,
too. Adding to his overall appearance of perfection was the fact that he
was smooth as a baby's butt. Except for the patch of hair around his
manhood--it appeared to be neatly trimmed as well--he looked like he
shaved his body. Then it struck me that he might be a model, or he was
probably a natural bodybuilder who might be a competitor. But he wasn't
bulky-freaky like those guys. He was simply perfectly shaped. And he knew
it.
"Do you mind if I sleep like this?" he asked.
"No," I replied, perhaps a little too quickly, but I didn't want to appear
prudish, even by hesitation. "I sleep the same way," I added, cursing
myself as the words came out of my mouth. I had no intention of sleeping
naked with this man but now I had to. I took my time hanging up my pants
then turned back to the bed.
"Awesome," he said, eyeing my tiny briefs. "Where did you get those?"
"At the Kaufhoff in Frankfurt," I said. I peeled my shorts down and
stepped out of them. I caught them with my toe and kicked them up and
snatched them out of the air.
"Well, my confidence in the Americans defending out borders is greatly
justified," Wolf said, his eyes raking over my body. "I don't see how the
Russians could possibly defeat that," he added as he walked over and
stirred the incense burner. The smoke billowed up, filling the room with
the suddenly too sweet aroma. I stepped over and swung the window open to
let in some fresh air. I crawled into bed before he did, as if I needed to
stake out my space in the bed.
"I'm a rough sleeper," he said as he crawled in on the other side. "If I
invade your space, just kick me back to my side. Unless you would rather
not," he added.
I didn't respond to that. I turned onto my stomach, not so much for comfort
as for protection. It was all too weird and I'd downed three beers that
had served to soften me up for the pot-laden incense. At least I was
cognizant enough to know that I wasn't capable of thinking
straight. Thankfully, Wolf didn't engage in conversation and it wasn't long
before I was dozing off.
I couldn't judge how much time had passed before I came awake from Wolf's
hand resting on my butt. I snapped my eyes open but I didn't move. Neither
did Wolf, or his hand. He must be asleep; it meant nothing. I tensed my
muscles to move away from him but didn't. I didn't want to wake him and
possibly embarrass both of us. Besides that...besides that...
I lay perfectly still in the dimly lit room, facing away from the man,
gazing at the bright moon through the window, with my thoughts rambling
through my half-drugged brain. My thoughts rambled home, to my old
girlfriend, and my buddies, and my parents. Fuckin' great time to think
about my parents, thousands of miles from home, while I'm lying in bed with
a naked German soldier with his hand on my bare ass. I punched the light on
my watch. So I hadn't been asleep that long; I was still feeling woozy. I
pictured Wolf's big, muscular hands on my butt, and for some stupid reason
I thought of Stucker and how his tight butt might feel under my hand if I
ever had the opportunity and the nerve to touch it. Maybe I would next time
we were out on maneuvers, in our tent, just like I was now, with Wolf; I
could pretend to be asleep and it could all be perfectly innocent. Suddenly
I clenched my butt a couple of times. Don't ask me why, but the man's hand
felt good...comforting...even intimate. There was no response and I was
thankful that he was asleep. But I wasn't, and there wasn't much chance of
me going back to sleep. Despite the fogginess in my head I was wide
awake. Awake enough to think I should get the hell out of the bed and go
find another place to sleep. I didn't know my way around the upstairs to
find another bedroom, but I could go out and sleep beside the pool in one
of the lounge chairs. But it was chilly out and it was nice and warm in the
bed...and there was Wolf's big hand resting on my butt...
I lay there thinking about Stucker and the next time we would be going out
on maneuvers. Had to get my mind off of that. He wouldn't go for
it. Suddenly I felt Wolf's hand move on my butt and I instinctively
tightened the muscles again. Fuckin' wrong thing to do; I should've
pretended I was asleep. But it was too late. He squeezed my butt and
dammit, I clenched it again, almost instinctively. He dug his fingers into
the taut muscle then spread his hand across my butt, squeezing both cheeks
together. I needed to get out of there. If I stayed, things were going to
happen that I didn't want to happen. But then Wolf moved his hand down
between my thighs and found my balls resting on the mattress. He fondled
them gently, lifted them as if to judge their weight, and let them fall
back to the mattress. Okay, now, I told myself. Now or never; I had to get
out of the bed and escape to the pool. But his fingers groped into my
crotch, searching for my cock. He found the root easily and fuck if didn't
hunker up out of the mattress so he could find the rest of it! As he pulled
my cock from under my stomach, back between my legs, I gave up. I was
doomed to whatever might happen.
Wolf pulled and squeezed my cock, bringing it to life. It had come awake
when he had his hand on my butt but now it was stretching and yawning. I
was still wrestling with the situation but I was losing. What the hell, it
wasn't like I'd never had sex with a guy before, and I remembered how great
it'd been with Kurt.
"Geezusss!" I heard him whisper as he explored and discovered my size. He
got my cock hard--it didn't take long--then turned his attention back
to my butt, just as I was about to turn over on my back. This time he
dragged his middle finger along the crack of my ass. I clenched them
together and he didn't force it, but the moment I relaxed them, he worked
his finger between them again. He drew his hand away for a moment and when
he brought it back his finger was slick. He was more forceful now, and I
succumbed to his force. I could've reached back and stopped him as he
worked his finger deep into the crack of my ass and found my hole. I
could've broken his wrist. Instead, I let him do it. It was enough just
knowing I could stop him any time. But it felt good and I didn't want to
stop him. He began rubbing his fingertip around my asshole and I
instinctively spread my legs wider, inviting him to have his way...to a
point. If he had in mind to fuck me, he could forget it, but his finger
felt good rubbing and gently probing at my hole.
"Uhhnnn," I gasped softly when he forced his finger though my hole up to
about the first knuckle. My left arm was tensed to reach back and grab his
wrist and stop him but he didn't go any further, and it was feeling sort of
good. He began moving his finger around inside me, stretching my sphincter
muscle, causing it to relax, massaging the delicate, sensitive lining
beyond it...and fuck, it was feeling good!
"Ohhhhh," I moaned again as he shoved his finger deeper, and I didn't make
any move to stop him. Oh, Fuck, it felt good. As long as this was all he
did, I wouldn't stop him. I just wished he would suck my cock at the same
time. He shoved his finger deeper, as far as he could reach, and I felt my
butt hunker back on his hand. I say I felt it move, because I didn't think
I moved it; certainly I didn't intend to. But his finger was deep inside
me now and wriggling around and giving me fits and I willingly bore back on
his hand, wanting more.
"Ohhh, shit," I groaned as he twirled his thick, strong finger around
inside me. My insides were trembling and the more he did it the greater the
itch became. Suddenly he touched a spot that took the air out of me and
made me lift my head, my eyes wide. "Ohhh, Fuck!" I gasped.
"Ohhhhh...awwwhhh, damn, what're you doing in there? Ohhh,
Geezussss...Ohhhhh..."
I would not know till later that he had found the prize he was searching
for--my prostate--the gift that he surely knew would keep on giving and
allow him to seduce me without much protest.
He began fingering my ass; finger-fucking me, rubbing his finger against my
prostate, causing me to squirm and cry out with pleasure. Godd, no wonder
Kurt loved being fucked. If Wolf's finger felt this good, I could only
imagine how my cock felt in Kurt's ass. No, I wasn't imaging how Wolf's
cock would feel in my ass.
He really had me going. I was moaning and tossing my head around and
twisting my ass around and thrusting back onto his finger and nearly
screaming when he massaged my prostate. At one point I reached back and
grabbed his wrist.
"Oh, fuck, stop! I can't take any more; give it a rest. Just for a
minute!"
He paused for barely a minute then resumed finger-fucking me and causing
havoc with my prostate. I cringed and grimaced and gritted my teeth to
endure it and was ready to scream for him to give me another break when he
suddenly pulled his finger out of my ass. It was a great relief but I
didn't want him to stop completely. He could easily make me come that
way. He reached down and squeezed and pulled on my cock
"Do you have ...?" he asked, using the word that Kurt had used for poppers.
Recognizing the word, I groped under the pillow where Kurt had hidden the
bottle before. I found it and handed it to him. Why was I being so
accommodating? I hadn't even wanted the guy there. But some part of me
did. The curiosity part; the part of me that thought he might be wanting to
take things to the next level, meaning he might want to use his tongue in
my ass instead of his finger. Don't know why I thought that, except that I
remembered doing it to Kurt in the throes of passion.
He took a couple of hits of the poppers and handed the bottle to me. I did
the same. Not that I needed it, with the still-smoldering incense pot and
the beers I'd had with supper. But I sucked the acrid-sweet aroma in till
my head started spinning.
"Come, sit on my chest," Wolf said as he stretched out on his back.
Obediently, I obliged him, almost anxiously, thinking that it would
be the perfect position for him to suck my cock while he would maybe keep
doing that to my ass. It was and he did. When I sat astraddle his chest on
my haunches my cock stuck up over his chest, easily reaching his mouth. He
wet his fingers first on one hand then the other, then began licking the
head of my cock.
"Mnnn, you taste good," he said as he reached down and pulled my
butt apart again to find my asshole.
He was rough in pulling my ass open and inserting his finger, causing me to
wince. I eased upward a little to give him the room he needed. He probed
and gouged around inside my ass till he found my prostate again. He knew
he'd found it from my little outcry. He started massaging it again and took
my cock in his mouth and I started going crazy again.
"Ohh...ohhh...awwwhhh...ohh, Godd...ohhh, fuck, that feels incredible!" I
moaned as I twisted my butt around on his hand, feeding him my cock in the
same motions. Then he started working a second finger on his other hand up
inside my ass. I paused till he got it in there and started brutalizing my
prostate with both fingers and I couldn't hold still. "Ohh, Geezusssss!" I
cried out, tossing my head back in pure agonized lust.
"You are very brave," he said.
"W-what m-makes you s-say that?" I stammered.
"Very few men will allow this," he said.
"I wasn't gonna allow it either," I said.
"But you did. Aren't you glad?"
"Yesss! Ohhh, fuck, yessss! Godd, you're gonna make me come doing this!"
"Not soon," he said with a smile.
"Soon, I'm gonna be screaming for mercy and bouncing off the ceiling," I
said.
He laughed and asked me to give him another hit of poppers. I groped around
for the bottle. I uncapped it but took a hit myself before I held the
bottle down to Wolf's nose. I administered the dose then took another hit
myself before putting the bottle back under the pillow. Oh,
fuck...shouldn't have done that...my head felt like it was gonna pop open,
the blood was pounding in my temples and there was a warm rush that surged
all through me, manifesting itself in my prostate. I practically screamed
from the intense pleasure. Suddenly, I felt the heat of Wolf's cock against
my butt. I started and eased up away from it but as Wolf's fingers pulled
out a little, I eased back on them. I wanted those fingers in me, doing
their magic on my love nut while he sucked my cock.
Then he did it again as I was squirming around. only this time I suddenly
realized that Wolf had pulled his fingers all the way out and was using
them to pull my butt wide apart and then I felt his cock was pressing
against my asshole! Huh-uh, I thought through my muddled brain; this ain't
gonna happen. But he lifted his head so he could still reach my cock with
his mouth--one of the advantages of being hung so well--and there was
no denying that his hot cock felt good against my gaping, stretched
hole. So good that I felt myself squirming back against it. Fuck, it was
all feeling so damned good and there was that awful itch inside me from his
fingers; he had left my prostate fairly palpitating, throbbing for
attention. When Wolf hunkered his hips up off the bed to push his cock
harder against my hole, incredibly, I found myself pressing back against
him. I couldn't believe the way my ass was begging for something in there,
and if not his fingers, well, his cock. It wasn't so much wanting to be
fucked--I didn't--it was the desperate need for something inside me to
satisfy my quivering prostate.
Suddenly, with the help of his strong fingers pulling my asshole open, the
head of his cock popped through the opening. Maybe I was too stunned to
notice, but it was a second before the pain hit.
"AAAwwwhhhhhhhh!" I cried out, tossing my head back in agony as I raised up
from him. But Wolf gripped my hips like a vise and shoved me back and I was
suddenly impaled again. "Ohhhhhh! Ohhh, Geezussss! AAAwwwhhh!" I cried as
he hunkered up to force more of his cock through my hole. "Shit! Stop!
You're killing me!" I growled.
But he didn't stop and I was helplessly confused and wondering where my
strength had gone. I should've been able to react in a flash and get myself
out of the situation, I was a fighting soldier for chrissakes, a trained
killer, but my body was responding of its own will, apart from my brain,
for its own pleasure. His cock drove deeper up inside me till he had to let
go of my cock in order to push me all the way back on his. I clasped my
hands on his thick chest muscles, cringing, my face a distorted grimace of
pain. His pecs were solid, his nipples tall and turgid against my palms,
and they felt good. I squeezed hard, barely able to make an indentation
with my fingers, but it was something to hang onto as I was slowly impaled
on the huge cock. Finally, he was all the way in me, his loins and thighs
smashed against my butt, and I was thankful that he wasn't
bigger. Defeated, vanquished, with a loud sigh, I settled my weight down on
his loins to savor the throbbing of the big cock so deep inside my
ass. Yeah, savored it, for the pain had all but subsided, and I wondered
now, with a clearer head, why I hadn't grabbed the poppers for some relief
of the pain.
His cock was throbbing against my prostate, causing it to quiver and send
tiny eddies of almost unbearable lust and pleasure through my body. Wolf
took hold of my cock and began jacking me, slowly, almost agonizingly slow,
his fingers dancing all over the head as he did so. I raised up off of
about half of his cock to try to feed him mine, shivering at the sensations
of his hot, thick meat sliding along my guts. Then before he could take my
cock in his mouth I sat back down on it.
"AAAwwwwhhhhh," I moaned from the sheer pleasure of it. I did it
again. "Ohhh, Geezusss, why is that feeling so good?"
"Ride it," Wolf said. "Ride me like a bucking bronc out of one of your
Western movies. See if you can break me."
I rode him. Slow at first, I had to get used to this new intrusion, but as
I found the spots where his cock felt the best I rode him harder to illicit
all the pleasure I could from it.
"Ohh, Goddd!" I moaned as I rode even harder, rising up and slamming down,
fairly bouncing on my haunches to fuck myself with the big cock. Fucking
myself! Moments ago I couldn't have even thought it, now I was doing it. I
wished I could say he forced me but he didn't. I could've gotten away. It
was frightening to realize that I wanted this to happen. "Ohhhhhnnnnn," I
moaned as I gave myself pleasure on his cock. "Awwwh...ohhh...ohhhh,
Goddd...0hhhhhhh!" I bent over him, burying my face in the curve of his
neck. "Fuck me!" I gasped in desperation. "Fuck me, hard!"
My butt was tilted up from his loins and Wolf took over. I hunkered
astraddle his hips and he fucked me unmercifully hard, just like I asked
him to. I choked on my outcries so no sound came out but they reverberated
in my chest. Oh, Godd, how could anything feel so wonderful! I understood,
now, why Kurt loved for me to fuck him. This was what I was missing.
From the moment I told Wolf to fuck me, a soft laughter rumbled in his
belly and he took over and I became his sex toy, to be handled and played
with; his slave to be taken, used and brutalized. Only I didn't feel
brutalized till later; after it was all over. While he was doing it, I
cried out for more. He turned us onto our sides and fucked me. He rolled
over on top of me and nailed me to the bed. He fucked me so hard he forced
the air out of my lungs and I was gasping and sucking air with each hard
thrust. I wanted to come. I needed to come before my body fell apart or
imploded. If I didn't come my head was going to explode.
"Fuck me, stud...fuck me and make me come...I need to come so bad," I
whined.
Wolf knew exactly what to do. He shifted into a mode that forced his cock
to thrust and pound against my prostate, with every few strokes sliding
gently across it. It drove me crazy. My mouth flew open from the sudden
intense pleasure, my eyes wide with disbelief that anything could feel so
wonderful, and that I was actually doing what I was doing. My cries came
out tiny whimpers. It was working. He was pushing me over the edge;
possibly into a state of insanity. I clawed at the sheets and groped
overhead for the headboard. I gripped his muscular shoulders and in the end
I hunkered up to wrap my arms around his lean waist to pull him in tighter
against me; deeper inside me.
"Uhhnnn," I groaned suddenly as I felt the trigger pulled. "Ohhh...Ohhh,
Geezusss...it's cumming!" I gasped. "I'm coming!...don't stop!...fuck
me!...oh, damn, stud, fuck my brains out...don't stop, I'm coming...!!"
I could feel the stuff swirling through the network of veins inside my body
but at the crucial second my cock bolted empty, like it was firing
blanks. I felt like the surge of semen had hit a wall right at the base of
my cock and couldn't be released.
"Ohhhhh, FUCK, it won't come!" I whined. "Godd, I need to come, but it
won't come. Fuck me harder! Make me come, dammit!"
Determined, Wolf realigned his cock and punched my prostate with the head
and kept doing it. The pressure built up till I thought my crotch would
burst apart. I grabbed the headboard and held on for dear life, praying for
relief. Suddenly he raised up, bending me in half and drop-kicked his cock
straight down into my ass. There was a sudden surge of intense heat
pulsating inside me and that dislodged the log-jam, almost as if it melted
the barrier, and my cock exploded. The stuff surged up through my cock like
a power hose had been turned on and shot out in a hugely thick rope that
hit me in the face. I was stunned at the force; it almost stung. Another
followed that splattered my forehead and the next shot right into my mouth
when I tried to cry out. I was appalled and excited with the taste of my
own come, and found myself trying to catch it in my mouth. Wolf saw it and
he grabbed my cock and aimed it perfectly and I soon had a mouthful of my
own come.
I was desperate for air and struggled to push myself down from the fetal
position so I could breath. Wolf let me down but I wasn't finished. My cock
belched out more come, sending the stuff sailing up to hit the headboard
and the wall. I couldn't believe the volume of my load; I'd never come so
much in my life, nor so hard. It was so intense that my insides ached, my
prostate ached, my nuts ached, my cock ached. I felt myself floating off
into sheer exhaustion, my mouth going slack. My come started running out of
the corners of my mouth and I swallowed to get rid of it. It was a funny,
good taste. I wasn't even aware of Wolf pulling his cock out of my ass.
I opened my eyes...I didn't know how much later...to find him lying beside
me on his side, gazing down at me.
"That was the most stupendous climax I've ever seen," he said with a warm
smile.
"You gotta find a better word than that," I said weakly, barely able to
muster the strength to speak.
"I've never seen anybody shoot to much or so hard. You hit the headboard
and the wall. Not to mention filling your mouth."
"Did you come in me?" I asked.
"Yes."
"I thought I felt something," I said. I almost wished I hadn't asked
because I was afraid he had and I didn't want that. Having his semen inside
me was somehow the final humiliation. I don't think I would have felt
humiliated at all except for that.
He smiled and laid his hand on my stomach and leaned up to lick the come
off my forehead. I let him, but when he started to lick it off of my mouth
I recoiled and turned my head away. He was getting too close to kissing and
I wasn't having any part of being kissed by another guy. Weird, since he
had just fucked my brains out, but that was my mindset.
I couldn't stay awake.
When I woke up, Wolf was gone but his uniform was still there. I looked at
my watch. Eleven o'clock. The sun was shining in the still open window. I
began bringing my muscles alive, one set at a time, surprised how rested I
felt. I got out of bed and went down the hallway to look out back. Wolf was
swimming in the pool. I had to admire his fitness and his stamina, and he
sure knew his way around a guy's ass. I hated him for that, but it was
fact, and my ass appreciated it, at least for the moment; it might rebel
with soreness later. I clenched my ass and reached back to feel my
asshole. It felt tight as ever. No damage done that I could feel; just a
weird feeling up inside me; couldn't even be called discomfort. Probably my
organs settling back into place after the pounding they'd gotten being
shoved out of the way. Wolf had sure as hell rearranged everything. I
remembered then that Wolf had shot his load inside me and it pissed me off
all over again that I had another man's come in my body.
I was hungry. No, I was starving. Just then Hans came down the hallway.
"Good morning," he greeted me with a warm smile. "Are you ready to eat?"
I looked at my watch. "Whatever you serve this time of day, I'm ready for
it," I said.
"I trust you slept well," he said.
"I slept like a baby," I said. I didn't tell him why, but I suspected he
knew.
"If you would like to join Wolf for a swim, I'll call you when brunch is
served," he said.
I went down to the pool, grabbing a towel on the way out. Wolf broke out in
a big smile when he saw me. I dropped the towel and dove in and swam the
length of the pool before I surfaced.
"Beautiful dive," he said.
"Thanks." I wasn't in the mood for conversation with the guy; I just
wanted to swim and get my body and my head back in some mode of normalcy.
"Can I say that you were incredible last night. Absolutely unbelievable,"
he said.
I wished he hadn't brought it up. I wasn't wanting to consciously admit to
myself that I'd gotten my ass fucked. I was even more reluctant that I
enjoyed it so much. Remembering, I acted like a whore.
"Do I sense remorse? Regret?" he asked when I didn't say anything.
"You sense that I let something happen that shouldn't have happened," I
said as I swam away from him.
"I hope you don't blame me," he said.
"No, I said I let it happen. I don't blame anybody but myself. I could've
stopped you." That really pissed me off, admitting that out loud.
"I'm sorry there has to be blame at all," he said. "It was the most
beautiful, erotic and sexual experience I've ever had."
"You weren't on the receiving end of a cock," I said.
"I could've been. But the way things transpired, so naturally, I thought
you wanted it."
"I guess I did, or my body did, otherwise it wouldn't have happened," I
said as I rolled over onto my back and floated along.
"I would be more than happy, even eager, to reciprocate in kind," he
offered. He eyed my cock. "It would be a challenge, but I would meet the
challenge, no matter what. You've got the biggest cock I've ever seen."
Just then Hans came out to announce that brunch was served in the grand
hall. I kicked my feet to propel myself to the end of the pool. I did a
twisting turn underwater and swam the length of the pool and back, then
climbed out. Hans was waiting patiently with towels.
"Is it formal?" I asked him with a friendly smile. I liked Hans.
"Come as you are," he said.
He showed us into the grand hall, both of us still naked and wet. There
were two places set, one at the end of the table and one right around to
the side. Hans held the tall chair out for me to sit at the end then seated
Wolf to my left.
The table setting was beautiful, with settings for at least twenty people,
but I paid bare scant attention to what I was eating. Wolf wisely turned
the conversation to things that were easier to talk about. Like where I was
from, my family, schooling, hobbies, mundane stuff that steered us away
from last night.
"Hey, Hans, why don't you sit down and eat with us," I said when the man
came in to check on us. I saw Wolf's scowl of disapproval.
"Oh, I couldn't do that," he said, almost cowering from the suggestion.
I reached my leg out and shoved the chair to my right out from the table.
"Sit down. I'll tell Kurt I insisted, that it was gonna piss me off if you
didn't eat with us." Part of it, now, was that I sensed Wolf didn't
approve.
Reluctantly, Hans sat down and pulled the chair up to the table. He seemed
almost frightened and I wondered if it was the first time he had ever sat
at the table. I started passing him stuff.
"Did Elga and Nina come to work?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, they've been here since seven," he said.
"Do you think there's a chance that I could lure them away from their work
for a little while; either one or both of them," I said. I desperately
wanted to crawl in bed with one or both of the maids. I needed some
pussy. Admittedly, partly to regain that shred of my manhood that I'd given
up last night. I needed to prove to Wolf, and maybe to myself, that I was
still a man who wanted a woman.
"I might be able to arrange it," Hans said with a tight grin.
"And would it be to much trouble for me to have another room? The incense
pot is getting to me," I said
"Certainly."
"Will Kurt be back?" Wolf asked.
"He won't return till later in the day, perhaps around dinner time. He's
asked for dinner to be served at the lodge," Hans said.
"He said lunch, didn't he? But I slept too late," I said with a grin.
"Well, yes, but it matters not," Hans said. "The horses will be readied any
time you wish to ride, and Kurt said to open the shooting range for you."
I thought it strange that Kurt wasn't there when he had two invited guests,
but maybe he was on business. His name was Keppler, after all.
"Do you want to go riding after we eat?" Wolf asked.
"Yeah, but later," I said.
"I'll go see to Elga and Nina, give them a chance to get themselves ready
for gentlemen callers," Hans said.
"Gentleman," I said.
He looked at Wolf.
"He's the conqueror, I'm the vanquished, remember," Wolf said, making
reference to the war. If Hans only knew who got vanquished last night.
Hans went to find the maids.
"Listen, if I wouldn't be intruding, would you mind terribly if I watched?"
Wolf asked. Seeing my look, he went on. "I know Elga and Nina. I've had
them both, although not at the same time. I would like to see you in action
with the both of them."
I still had hard jaws against the guy but his request and the way he said
it stroked my ego. If he wanted to see me in action, why not? Why not show
him that I was still more of a man than he was.
"Sure, why not," I said.
I was finished eating and when Hans returned he showed me to a different
room. It was a larger room overlooking the pool and the grounds and the
expanse of forest that lay beyond. It was as overdone as the other room,
with heavy draperies and massive furniture that looked like it'd been built
for the Thousand-Year Reich. The bed alone was big enough for six people
and there was a large lounge--a fainting couch. There was also a large
balcony. I loved the bathroom. It was the size of a hotel room, with an
ornate tub and a shower that could hold the same six people as the bed.
"Would this be suitable for your entertainment?" Hans asked.
"This is great," I said.
"I'll will bring your things from the other room," he said.
"Listen, Hans, nothing against Wolf because he's German or anything. But I
was a little surprised that he was spending the night, and in the same
bed. I'm not used to sleeping with other guys."
"I understand," he said with a polite nod. "It was Mr. Kurt's idea, he
thought it would be an opportunity for the two of you to get better
acquainted."
"We did, but its taking German-American relations a little too far."
"The girls will be up shortly," he said, passing over my remark.
"Give me time to shower," I said. "Listen, do I have them for as long as I
want?"
"Of course," he said. "I've given them the rest of the day off, with pay,"
Hans said.
"It might take that long," I said.
He nodded, with a knowing smile.
I took my time in the shower. The sucker had eight showerheads and I turned
them all on. I guess I took longer than I thought because Hans came in to
check on me, to see if he could send the girls up.
"I'll give you some more time," he said.
"You know what, send them on up," I said.
His eyes lit up and he smiled. Hans had a mischievous little smile that you
couldn't see the mischief unless you looked real hard. He did me one
better. He brought the girls up and announced them. They came in, stark
naked!
"Oh, Wow!" I gasped
Hans gave me a smart nod and a wink as he closed the door. The girls were
unrestrained. They came squealing into the shower like two little girls
under a sprinkler. Suddenly I was in macho-man-heaven, happily relieved at
the powerful surge of lust that shot through my loins. Then there was a
light knock on the door.
"Come in," I called out. It was Hans.
"Sir, you were expecting company? An observer, I believe?"
"Oh, yeah, show him in," I said. I'd forgotten all about Wolf and wished I
hadn't invited him as a spectator, but I couldn't go back on my word.
Wolf came in, wide-eyed and smiling as I had Nina in a locked-lip bear hug
under the showers and Elga had her delicious self wrapped around my
back. He looked around the room and chose the fainting couch as his vantage
point, and started taking off his clothes. I hoped he didn't plan on
getting in the shower with us. I hoped the girls didn't decide they wanted
him to join in. I didn't think they would, if they had any memory at all of
my last visit. And, I had made it pretty clear to Wolf that the two girls
were all mine.
Things got hot fast. A cold shower wouldn't have brought me down. I fucked
them in turn, standing, bent over, bent side-ways; I even fucked Nina
upside down. I fucked them on their hands and knees and lying on the floor
of the shower, all the time with the eight shower heads spraying us
down. And all the while, Wolf lay on the couch jacking off. After awhile I
turned the showers off. I grabbed two towels and tossed one to Wolf.
"Do you want to dry her off for me?" I asked. I added `for me'
intentionally so he wouldn't mistake it as an invitation to join in.
"With pleasure," he said, standing, his big cock swaying out in front of
him.
He was impressive, but I was more impressive. A couple of inches more and
maybe an inch more around.
I had Nina dried off first and escorted her to the bed. Wolf was taking
longer with Elga, I thought on purpose. I dried myself off and stood
waiting on him. Finally, I took another towel and dropped down to dry her
legs. She lifted one leg out so I could dry between them. While I was down
there I got her wet again. I buried my face in her pussy and sent her
screaming when I found her clit.
"Damn," Wolf swore softly.
Yeah, take note, I thought. This American GI will show you how it's done. I
ate her pussy like I hadn't had any lunch. She got weak in the knees and
had to sit back on the couch. Wolf moved to make room for her. I laid her
back against him--hell, give him that much, I thought--and lifted her
legs up and spread them out wide and licked her pussy like a tomcat lapping
milk.
"Damnnnn!!" Wolf swore again.
I stopped and stood, pulling her to her feet, before Wolf got any
ideas...he was already doing a number on her tits...and led her over to the
couch. She climbed up on the bed and I climbed between Nina's legs to give
her equal treatment. At the same time, I was fingering Elga, just to keep
the fires burning for the main event.
Without giving a stroke-by-stroke, suffice to say, I fucked the two women
into oblivion. I moved from one to the other in order to keep them on the
same level on the pleasure meter. Once in awhile I looked around at
Wolf. He was sweating as he jacked himself off. I heard a loud groan and
looked around in time to see him shooting a load all over himself. He
didn't stop jacking. I didn't know how long I fucked them till later--it
was over three hours. I gave up three loads myself, without ever losing my
hardon. I made sure they each got one and added a third for good measure
that they shared. I shot it all over their eager, panting faces. So much
for getting fucked in the ass damaging my manhood. Hell, it might've even
enhanced it.
We slept. I was aware of Wolf slipping out quietly as I was drifting off,
and the girls were gone when I woke up. I looked at my watch. It was damn
near suppertime. I showered and got dressed and went downstairs. Wolf was
in the library, reading one of the German porn classics; he said it was a
classic.
"Is it too late to go riding?" I asked.
"No, not at all. And we'll have time to get in some shooting," he said.
Our horses were waiting; I wondered how long the stable boy, Helmut, had
been waiting for us. I caught the looks he gave me again. Wolf and I rode
off along the wilderness trail toward the lodge and on to the shooting
range.
"I'll bet you're a good shot with the rifle," Wolf said.
"I'm an expert rifleman," I said, without bragging.
"Well, you certainly have incredible range," he said, smiling. "Kurt will
probably have to put new wallpaper on that wall in the bedroom. If I may
say so, you were unbelievable with the girls this afternoon."
"Those two can make anybody unbelievable," I said.
"I've never done that...eaten pussy," he said.
"You don't know what you're missing," I said with a cocky grin.
"I should report you to your superiors, though, for torture," he said.
"Yeah, I'll bet it was tough, laying there watching," I said. I was happy
that he thought I had tortured him.
"Listen, I know you're not happy with me about last night, but I would be
bold enough to ask one more..."
"Forget it," I cut in gruffly.
"No, I didn't mean...I was going to say, I would greatly appreciate it if
you would let me go down on you, let me have my tongue and mouth all over
your magnificent body. I'm wonderful at muscle worship. And it would be so
exciting, out here in the open."
"Maybe, after we shoot," I said.
I demonstrated my shooting skills magnificently. I beat Wolf miserably. He
was humble about it.
"Remind us never to go to war with you Americans again," he said.
I looked at him with a curious scowl. "I think we went to war with
Germany," I reminded him, then added, "I'm surprised the way you talk about
the war so casually."
"It wasn't my war. It wasn't even my history till recently; they didn't
print anything about it and it wasn't taught in schools. Hitler was a
stupid shit."
"I don't know about that," I said, shaking my head. "He sure knew how to
wage war."
"Only because he had millions of stupid shits that followed him," he said.
"You're talking about your parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles," I
pointed out.
"They were stupid shits," he said.
I looked at my watch. "Do you want to wait till after we've eaten supper?
Hans said it would be served in the lodge," I said.
He gave me a funny look.
"You wanted to have a go with my muscles," I said.
"No. It'll be a late supper. Come," he said, urging his horse forward.
We rode down into a little valley, still nestled high in the mountains,
where a waterfall tumbled into a small lake. I saw deer around the
lake. They saw us too, but they didn't run. We dismounted and Wolf
immediately began taking my clothes off of me. When he had me naked he put
my riding boots back on.
"Goddd, what a sight!" he said as he ran his hands up and down my
thighs. Then he leaned in and buried his face in my crotch, to the left of
my balls.
Hans was an expert at giving head, and even better at muscle worship. I
discovered there was a difference between muscle worship and a tongue bath
like Kurt had given me. Putting it simply, one was a bath with a tongue;
the other was absolute, pure worship of my muscles. It was like he was at
the feet of a god. All too soon he had my legs shaking and I had to lie
down in the thick grass. I balked when he tried to lift my legs onto his
shoulders.
"I promise, just my tongue," he said.
He was just as expert with his tongue. I was moaning and groaning so loud I
probably scared the deer off.
"Do you want to shoot more than one load?" he asked, his handsome face
framed in the V of my thighs.
"Hey, this is your show," I said. "Take me wherever you wanta take
me. Except there. We're not going there again," I added.
"You liked it," he pointed out, half jokingly.
"That's the reason we're not going there," I said.
He got me off three times; huge, powerful loads, as if my balls and my
prostate had forgotten that they had all produced three loads for Nina and
Elga. He took one load in his mouth and made a big show of wallowing it
around with his mouth open. It was sickening and erotic at the same
time. Sickening because I was the sicko watching and getting off on it, but
it was erotic to see my semen swimming around in another guy's
mouth. Served him right, I thought, for depositing his in my ass. He
bravely took one load in the face and had to go down to the lake and wash
off. The third one, he requested that I pretend to fuck him and slide my
cock along the crack of his ass and shoot all over his butt and his back. I
was okay with that, but when I got on my hands and knees behind him and
started dry-fucking him, my cock had other ideas. It started pumping
precome and his ass was soon slick as ice and I took it to the next
level. Maybe he planned it that way, but I wasn't sure, from the horrified
look on his face when he looked around at me when I pushed the head of my
cock hard against his hole.
"No, I...I don't think I can take that," he said. "I've never had a cock
that big."
"I didn't ask you," I said, keeping the pressure on. Suddenly my
aggressions kicked in and I was determined to fuck him. I was ready to rape
him if need be. He deserved to be fucked and I needed retribution.
"Please...if you're going to do it, take it easy," he said, half begging.
Okay, I wouldn't rape him unless he changed his mind and started resisting
me. If he did, well, I was ready to defeat Germany again all by myself.
It wasn't an easy entry. Wolf was tight. I had to force myself through his
sphincter and it must've hurt like hell but he took it like a man. I wasn't
brutal about it; once I got the head lodged firmly inside his ass, I waited
to give him time to get used to my size stretching him so unmercifully. And
stretch him it did. I looked down and couldn't believe how wide his hole
had stretched to accommodate my size. I nudged a couple of times to see if
he was ready and when he didn't cry out the second time I went all the way
in.
"Oh, My Godddd!" he cried softly as I started in. He cried "Ohh, My Godd" a
half dozen more times as I sank all the way in him. As I planted the head
of my cock the final inches in the depths of his ass he let out a loud,
whimpering moan and hung his head in defeat. Yeah, he was the vanquished
this time and I was determined to never let him forget who had vanquished
him.
Despite what he'd done to me--okay, what I had let him do to me--I
wasn't brutal in retaliation and I didn't purposely drill him a new
asshole. Actually, I wasn't retaliating at all; I was fucking him for the
pleasure of it. I fucked him with a steady pace and let my lust rise as it
would. He got off before I did and I even offered to stop and let him
finish me off with his mouth.
"No, finish," he said.
So I finished. It wasn't anything stupendous; just my usual hard, powerful,
ball-busting come. Wolf thought it was pretty stupendous when he felt me
shooting him full of hot American GI semen.
We rested for a little bit with my cock still buried in his ass, then we
went down to the lake to wash up. We gathered up our clothes and led our
horses back to the lodge naked. Supper was laid out as only Hans could
arrange it and we ate naked. We dressed to ride back to the house. Helmut
was no where to be found when we got back to the stables and Wolf was
pissed; said he needed to leave right away.
"That's okay, I can hang around," I offered. "He's just gone off someplace,
he'll be back."
"He'd better be," Wolf said in an unpleasant tone.
"Hey. Don't say anything to get him in trouble, not even to Hans," I said
in a voice of authority
I told Wolf goodbye with a firm, manly handshake. I didn't feel so hard
against him now. I figured we were even. Maybe I was more than even. He had
fucked me but I had fucked him and he'd given me one hell of a blowjob and
showed me that my body was worthy of worship. It was a new awakening for
me, on all fronts. Okay, maybe I'm admitting I didn't mind all that much
getting fucked; it was a new experience.
I went ahead and unsaddled the horses and led them into two empty stalls
and was having a look around when Helmut came running into the barn, stark
naked and dripping wet.
"I'm sorry! No one came back for so long, I went for a quick swim. I didn't
mean to be gone so long. I'm terribly sorry," he panted, sounding scared,
as he rushed to a stack of hay bales to grab his clothes.
There was a sudden, unexpected thudding in my temples when he bent over to
pick up his clothes.
"Calm down, its okay," I told him. Then I added, "But you really should be
careful, bending over like that in front of the wrong guy."
He straightened, turning to look at me with surprise and a look of longing
in his innocent eyes.
"Are you the wrong man?" he asked.
"I could just be," I said with a mischievous grin.
"I think you're the right man. I've thought so since I first saw you," he
said.
"Right for what?" I asked. Suddenly, I realized that I didn't know who
this kid was. He could be Kurt's son, although he'd never mentioned having
a son. His nephew, perhaps. Either way, Kurt hadn't mentioned Helmut so it
was likely that he wasn't on the menu. "Before you answer that, I think I
should ask who you are; any relation to Mr. Keppler?"
"Oh, no. I live on a small farm nearby, right next to the Scheornenburg
estates. I just work here at the stables. You wouldn't be in trouble if..."
"If what?" I asked when he stopped.
"If you...w-wanted to fuck me," he stammered.
I should've been fucked out. I should've been sexed out completely but the
kid was so damned cute and sexy and he was offering himself to me. I moved
toward him, clasped my hands on his shoulders and turned him around. I
wasn't rough but it must've scared him.
"Oh, dear," he whined fearfully.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to rape you," I said. I shoved him against the
side of one of the stalls and brought his hands up and clasped them over
the top board then kicked his legs wide apart so he was standing spread
eagle against the stall. He looked over his shoulder to watch me undress,
the innocence slowly fading from his young eyes, being replaced with sheer
lust.
"Oh, Goddd," he gasped when I was naked.
"You asked for it," I reminded him, pulling and stroking my cock.
He whimpered as I stepped up behind him and began rubbing my cock all over
his butt. I was pumping precome and it was easy for my cock to lube its
way between his butt muscles. I clasped my hands over his on the top board
to hold him in place as I hunkered forward, stretching and forcing his
sphincter open.
"Don't make too much noise," I told him as I shoved hard, plunging through
his tight hole.
The kid was a real brave heart; he didn't make a sound. His body tightened,
his shoulders muscles bulged and I felt his outcry, but no sound came
out. I slid home, right through his agony. I held deep and tight for a
moment to make sure he wasn't going to try to fight me off then I let go of
his hands and placed my hands around his lean hips. Then I started fucking
him. I fucked him and fucked him and wondered where my lust was coming
from, and how this boy was able to endure it. I didn't try to hold off. I
blasted his innards with my hot cream and began to feel ashamed of the way
I'd treated him. Hell, I didn't need another piece of ass, or even to get
off again. Sure, he wanted it, but I could've been a little nicer about
it.
I left him literally hanging on the side of the stall as I pulled out of
him. He hung there while I got dressed.
"Are you going to be all right?" I asked.
"Yes. Oh, yesss," he assured me. "Thank you, thank you, sir; that was the
best fuck I've ever had."
I didn't feel any better for him thanking me; I could've made it so much
better for him. I headed up to the house, still not feeling particularly
proud of what I'd done; using the kid like that, but I refused to feel any
remorse. Suddenly, I wasn't in the mood to stay a second night. I was
fucked out and I wanted to get back to the barracks. Fuck, admit it, I
wanted to get back to Stucker.
Hans came up to the room as I was dressing in my uniform. He seemed taken
aback when I told him that I needed to leave early.
"Was there something else planned?" I asked.
"No. No, I...I'm just surprised you're leaving early. We didn't do
anything to offend you, did we?" he asked.
"Of course not, Hans," I said, laughing as I put a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm treated like a king, always."
He seemed to want to say something else. "What? You wanted to say
something?" I asked.
"Well, I...a favor, actually...Mr. Keppler asked if..."
"Sure, anything," I cut in. I half expected he was going to ask if he could
have sex with me. "As a favor to Mr. Kurt...could I possibly impose on you
to leave a deposit of your semen?" he asked.
"For the salad," I said, chuckling softly. "Yeah, I found that out"
"Yes."
"Damn, Hans, I wish you asked me earlier. I'm about semened out. I could
give you a much better deposit next time."
"Certainly, if you wish," he said with a slight bow.
"Did you get a deposit from Wolf?" I asked.
"Oh, no, he only wants American GI semen," Hans said.
"Why? Does ours taste better?" I asked, jokingly.
I bid Hans a fond farewell--the girls were nowhere in sight--and as he
was showing me out to the car, he took an envelope from his pocket and
handed it to me.
"Mr. Kurt said to give this to you."
"Oh. Thanks. And thank Kurt for me," I said. "And thank you for all you do
to make my stay more enjoyable."
I waited till I was on the train before I checked the envelope; I
didn't think it would be proper to check it where the driver could see
me. I took it out the minute I got in my compartment. There was a thousand
bucks in it. Double what I'd gotten before. I smiled. Not bad, despite
getting my ass fucked. Hell, I survived it. I did the math as best I could
recall. I was going back with my balls seven or eight loads lighter. That
was about a hundred and fifty bucks or so a load, give or take. Shit, I'd
dumped enough come from jacking off to start my own fuckin' bank. I made a
mental note to ask Kurt about maybe bringing Stucker along next. First, I
had to think of some way to break the news about what a weekend at
Scheornenburg was all about.
Chapter Six
It was a month before I got back to Scheornenburg. But that month wasn't
time wasted. We went out on maneuvers again; spent two weeks in the
boonies, playing war games and blowing things up. I loved it. I was on a
constant adrenalin rush the whole time. It pumped a lot of testosterone,
too. The two, testosterone and adrenalin make a potent cocktail; a
dangerous combination when you're sharing a small pup-tent with a guy like
Ryan Stucker. My idle time, especially the evenings and nights, were spent
dreaming up ways of getting something started with him. I cursed Wolf for
waking up that damned itch up inside me. It nagged at me constantly. It was
there when I walked, when I sat down. My prostate never slept. It was there
when I took a piss. I swear, at times I was ready to turn on my stomach and
tell Stucker, "Fuck, me, you big stud. Fuck my eyeballs out!" But of
course, I didn't. In fact, I didn't want to ever be fucked again, but I was
that desperate, that I would've probably let him if that was what it took
to relieve the incessant itch.
One night, the last night in the field, we were talking about the weekends
I'd spent at Scheornenburg.
"Scheornenburg. Sounds like a castle," Ryan said.
"It is, damn near," I said. "Look, would you want to come along sometime? I
could ask and see if it'd be all right. I'm sure it would be."
"Hell, yeah. I've been waiting for you to ask me...buddy," he said.
"All right, I'll check and see," I said. The door was open, now I had to
figure out how to tell him what was on the other side of that door.
"I can hardly wait to meet this Nina and Elga," he said.
"They'll sure be glad to meet you," I said.
"Have you told them about me?" he asked.
"No, but you're a big, studly, hung, horny, oversexed American GI. They'll
be happy to meet you," I said.
"That could be said about just about anybody out here," he said.
"No, there are American GIs, and there are horny American GIs, and there
are big, studly, hung, horny, American GIs. That can be said of only a
select few of us."
"Yeah, you need to include yourself in that category," he said,
laughing. "You really think I'm studly?" he asked.
"Give me a break," I scoffed. "Don't you ever look at yourself in the
mirror?"
"Well, yeah, but not like that," he said.
"Well, next time take a closer look. You've got STUD tattooed on your
fuckin' forehead," I said. "Listen, there're a couple of things you oughta
know, though, about spending a weekend at Scheornenburg, besides Nina and
Elga," I said.
"Sounds mysterious," he said. "What?"
"Well, Kurt, the owner of the place...he, uh...he likes American GIs."
"Yeah, he must, to invite them there for weekends," Ryan said.
"No, he likes American GIs," I said.
His face turned deadpan. "Oh. That way," he said. "And you, uh...you let
him...like you?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, without hesitating or batting an eye. "Last time, he liked
me so much he gave me a thousand bucks."
His deadpan turned into shock, his eyes wide and his mouth dropped.
"A thousand bucks!! Fuck, he can like me all he wants for a thousand bucks!
So that's how you're affording all those new clothes and going out all the
time."
I decided not to tell him about my night with Wolf. I was afraid he would
change his mind about going. I called Kurt when we got back in from
maneuvers and told him about Ryan, even that he was willing to have sex
with him. He was delighted that I would be bringing someone along. But the
weekend I planned to go, Ryan was committed to being with a German girl
he'd been dating and things were heating up between them and he didn't want
to break it. So I went by myself.
Kurt greeted me on the steps instead of Hans. I was glad to see him.
"You look great," he said, clasping his hands around my shoulders. "But you
always do in that uniform, and those boots. I love a man in boots."
I had arrived at midday, just as lunch was being laid out in the garden so
we went directly to lunch.
"We have another guest," Kurt told me as we were going around the side of
the house to the garden.
I cringed at the thought that it might be Wolf again. Rounding a curve in
the narrow pathway, I saw another soldier standing talking to Hans; an
American soldier. He turned at the sound of my boots crunching on the
gravel and I was almost taken aback by how cute he was. Boyishly cute, he
looked too young to be wearing the uniform with PFC stripes on his
arm. Kurt introduced us.
"This is PFC Billy Youngblood. Billy, this is Corporal Clay Hunter Dalton."
"Glad to meet you," I said, as we shook hands.
"Well, you outrank me, but at least I don't have to salute you," he said.
"If you do, you'll be doing fifty," I said.
He looked like a Billy; a little shorter than me, but weighed about the
same, stocky, muscular build, innocent looking eyes, a pug nose, just
fuckin' cute.
"This your first time here?" he asked.
"No, I've been here before," I said.
"Yeah, me too; my second time, only there was nobody else here
before. Where're you stationed?"
"Coleman Kaserne at Gelnhausen, 33rd Tank Battalion," I replied. "How about
you?"
"Ray Barracks, in Friedberg, 82d Field Artillery," he said.
I wondered if Billy had the same experience as I did with Kurt, having been
his lone houseguest. Hans was holding a chair out for one of us so I sat
down. He held out the chair across from me for Kurt and Billy sat to my
right. Then Hans signaled for the cook to bring out the food. Billy was a
friendly sort; I liked him better than Wolf, maybe because he was one of
us. I never counted Wolf as the enemy, but it was hard to identify with him
except in bed. There, I identified with him a little too much. I didn't
hold it against him. In fact, I sort of appreciated that he broadened my
experience.
Billy was from Tennessee. I asked what happened to his southern drawl.
"I was born and raised in central Ohio. I didn't live in Tennessee long
enough to pick up the drawl before I joined the Army," he explained.
I gave him a tight-lipped smile.
"What's that for?" he asked. "Something wrong about coming from Ohio?"
"No. I hope I don't offend you, but you just don't look old enough to be in
the Army. You look more like you belong in a scout uniform. Except for the
way you fill that one out," I added.
"No offense taken. I know I look young. I joined when I was seventeen. I
had to have my Dad go to the recruiter with me, with my birth certificate,
before they would sign me up. They wouldn't even accept my drivers
license. I turned eighteen over here."
"I thought it was seventeen and they had to sign for you," I said.
"I was seventeen according to that birth certificate," he said with a
smirk.
"After lunch, we'll go for a drive through part of the estate then I'm
going to turn you guys loose while I take care of some things in the
village," Kurt said. "You both know the routine. You have free run of the
grounds but please don't go exploring too far alone, because that
encompasses some twelve thousand acres of mountainous forest. There are
hiking trails and riding trails; my stable of horses are at your disposal
if you want to go riding. There's the pool for your use at any hour, and
Billy, you might want to see how you stack up against Clay on the shooting
range. Or, there are books and videos if you want to relax in the
library. If either of you need anything, simply call for Hans."
Billy and I looked at each other's medals at the same time. We both had
expert rifleman's badges.
"Looks like we're an even match," I said.
"We'll see," he said with a cocky grin. "I did live in Tennessee long
enough to learn to shoot."
"Using Kentucky windage?" I joked.
After lunch we piled into Kurt's Land Rover and drove around the estate for
a good hour, showing us the stable and the shooting range and the hunting
lodge, all places I'd seen before, but maybe Billy hadn't seen it all. I
didn't know he had cattle as well as horses, and he raised rabbits. He took
us back and dropped us off to be on our own. Hans met us to show us our
rooms. Hans seemed to be everywhere at once. Certainly, he was right where
he needed to be if you needed him.
"As I remember, you liked the room with the balcony," he said to me as he
led the way up the long, winding staircase.
"Yes, it's a terrific view," I said.
"You can share the room if you like, or Billy, you might want your old
room," he said.
I was rather hoping that we might share a room but I didn't want to suggest
it. I would leave that up to Billy. He didn't say he wanted to share so
Hans showed him to his room then led me to mine.
"Your riding clothes are on the bed," he said with a wave of his
hand. "They were made especially for you, you know."
"Yes, you told me." Hans seemed hesitant to leave, even a little nervous. I
looked at him, perhaps with a questioning look, and he glanced away.
"What's up, Hans?"
"I'm very hesitant to mention it, but last time you said to remind you...so
I am...that you would leave a deposit on your next visit." He was
embarrassed.
I laughed. "So I did. And I will. I suppose it would be best if I gave
you the first one," I said.
"As you wish," he said.
"What do I...how...what do I put it in?" I asked.
"I will get a receptacle," he said eagerly. He returned a few minutes
later with a heavy crystal bowl with a lid on it. "I'll return in a few
moments to collect it, and put it in the freezer while it's fresh." He had
his hand on the door to leave.
"Hans," I said. He looked around at me. "You don't have to leave."
He looked astonished; as astonished as a man of his station could, and I
was sure I'd said the wrong thing.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
"Oh, no, do not apologize," he said quickly.
"I thought I offended you."
"No," he said. "No, not at all."
"Do you want to stay?" I asked. "I wouldn't tell Kurt." I saw him
discreetly turn the lock and his hand dropped from the door handle.
"Yes," he said as he moved, rather cautiously it seemed, back into the room
toward me. "Yes, I would very much like that, thank you for inviting me."
I wanted to laugh, that he seemed so grateful that I'd asked him to stay
and watch me jack off. Or maybe he was hoping for more. He stood waiting to
take my clothes as I took them off. It was amusing the way he tried to be
so discreet as I stripped, trying not to look at me.
"Its okay to look, Hans," I said, smiling. "We're behind closed doors." So
he looked. He watched intently as I removed my clothes. I thought I could
see desire in the old man's eyes as I bared my body to him. They were
fairly glistening by the time I was down to my briefs.
"Kurt bought these for me," I remarked.
"Yes, I know. They're very nice," he said.
I hooked my thumbs in the waistband to pull them down, watching Hans' eyes
as I did so. They were glued on my briefs. I think he tried not to show any
kind of expression as I shoved them down but as my thick cock began to come
into view he couldn't help himself. He'd seen me naked before, but this
was different for him; this was his nakedness, only for him. I wondered if
I should invite him to do anything. I couldn't read him that well, and I
didn't want to offend him by asking if he would like to suck my cock, yet I
thought he might be too shy to ask. I could see the look of appreciation
come over his face as my cock came into full view. I peeled the shorts
down my thighs, let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. I
started to hook them with my toe but Hans was quick to bend down to pick
them up. As he was bent over I pulled on my cock then pushed it in his
direction, toward his face. I thought he was about to go down on his
haunches but instead he straightened, with my shorts in his hand. But the
way he looked at me, I knew he didn't want to be standing. I pulled on my
cock again; it was getting hard.
"Its gonna take a minute to get it hard," I remarked. "Maybe you could
help me out."
It never registered on his face, but I could see the relief and happiness
in his eyes.
"If you would like," he said, still rather stiffly.
"Yes, I would...any way you can," I said.
He reached for the crystal bowl and set it on the floor at my feet. Then
he very gingerly cupped my balls in his hand. I sucked in a little gasp. He
had great hands. I was still working my own hand back and forth on my
cock; my hardon nearing completion. Then I let go. It throbbed and bobbed
up and down, gradually lifting upward, the head swelling out, upward to a
sharp angle.
"I think I'll just let you do it, Hans, if you don't mind, any way you
want," I said.
"Yes, of course," he said as he wrapped his hand around my cock. He began
working his small fist up and down the shaft, seeming to relish the touch
and each movement, and I wondered how long it had been since he'd done
this. He looked up at me once and I nodded and smiled and he smiled back.
I think the idea that we were supposed to be making a deposit had vanished.
After a few minutes he looked at me again. "Perhaps I could make this go
faster so you could get back to your friend," he said.
"Yes, any way you want, Hans," I told him again.
As he went to his knees I saw him discreetly remove his teeth and slip them
into his pocket. Holy Fuck, what was this going to feel like! I soon found
out. When he took my cock in his mouth it was good but not much different
from Kurt or Wolf or Billy, till he starrted munching on my cock.
"Ohhh, Godddd! Geezussss!" I gasped aloud. I never felt anything like
it. I mean, he was chewing on it, like he was chewing a piece of steak.
"Ohh, Fuck," I moaned, grabbing hold of his shoulders. It was awesome. He
chomped all the way down and back up the shaft, and chewed on the head.
When he sucked he didn't use just his mouth with his tongue as a sheath
like the others, and like all others I've had on my cock since, he used his
gums. When I got into it with him, I was fucking his gums. He paused only
once, and that was to chew on my balls. That was about as incredible. Not
having any teeth to worry about, even the dull pain he caused, I think on
purpose, felt good.
"Am I doing all right?" he asked, looking up at me with his wonderful smile
as he licked my cock before taking it in his mouth again.
"Aww, fuck, Hans, I never felt anything like that in my life! You're gonna
get your deposit before you know it," I said breathlessly.
I was almost ashamed that I didn't last longer but I couldn't help it. He
was just too damned good. But, it was supposed to be him helping get my
semen deposit anyway, so I didn't feel so bad. I hated to warn him that I
was getting close; I didn't want to pull my cock away from those talented
gums.
"Hans...Hans, I'm getting close," I told him. He nodded and kept sucking,
harder. "Ohhh, fuck...awwwhh...ohh, Hans...I'm getting there! Ohhhh,
better
get off...I'm...gonna...cummmmmmm!"
He reached down for the crystal bowl before he let my cock go at
the last second. He pulled my cock down to aim it into the bowl and let me
jack my load out. My body was convulsing something awful, like my abs were
trying to pull my upper body down and fold me in half. My cock swelled and
bolted and exploded into the bowl.
"Oh, My," Hans said as I began shooting his deposit. "Ohhh, Myyy,
this is wonderful!"
Yeah, it was something fuckin' wonderful all right. I think my cock
was remembering Hans' gums and it was showing its appreciation. I came so
much I thought I might overflow the bowl. I choked and tried to get my
breath as my cock belched out the last of it, and grabbed hold of the
bedpost for support. I looked down at the fruits of my labors with awe and
pride. I was always a heavy shooter, but I couldn't believe how much semen
there was in the bowl. If ever in my life I shot off like a horse, like
people accused me of, that was it. I let go of my cock and let it layover
the edge of the bowl. Hans wrapped his fingers around it and milked out the
last of my cum, then sucked it in his mouth to make doubly sure he had
drained me. He discreetly put his teeth back in then put the lid on the
bowl and stood up.
"That was wonderful," he said.
"Yeah, it sure was," I said, still a little out of breath. "My legs
are still shaking," I said as I sat on the edge of the bed. "You're good,
Hans."
"Thank you. I don't get as much practice as I used to," he said.
"You don't need practice," I told him.
I got dressed in my riding gear and went to meet Billy. He was waiting out
at the pool.
"What took you so long?" he asked.
"I was talking to Hans. He's an interesting man," I said.
"Well, you know the routine, what do you want to do first?" Billy asked me.
"I suggest we mount up and ride back to the hunting lodge; that's where the
shooting range is located. Might as well get that settled first. We can go
hiking if you want to, or come back and go for a swim."
"You've got a stripe on me, I'll follow your lead," he said.
"I'm getting rid of the stripes," I said.
We parted ways to change into riding clothes. We met downstairs. I was
taken aback when I saw Billy in his riding outfit. The pants fit him like a
glove, accenting his muscular thighs and his round bubble butt, not to
mention the impressive bulge in front. I wished there were some way to get
us in the same room. Not that I thought he was gay, but being in closer
proximity would be a big help in finding out. I wondered where Nina and
Elga were; I'd forgotten to ask Hans. Maybe because I was distracted by
Billy.
At the stables, young Helmut greeted us eagerly as he brought out
our horses. He seemed especially glad to see Billy, but Billy didn't seem
to recognize him. I introduce them. I thought they should know each other's
names, because I had a gut feeling about things.
Billy was a good rider. Better than me. He was like part of the horse. We
checked out the lodge and helped ourselves to some brandy then rode several
miles of trails. We came to the lake where we dismounted and let the
horses drink.
"Wouldn't it be nice to have this guy's money," Billy remarked.
"Its nice he's sharing it with us," I said.
"He's a nice guy. How'd you meet him?" Billy asked.
I related the story of how he had bought my clothes at the Kaufhof.
"I had a similar experience," Billy said. "I was in this fancy restaurant
with my date and there are no prices on the menu. Well, like a dumb ass, I
start asking what stuff cost."
I laughed. "Yeah, when you don't see any prices on the menu, you're not
supposed to ask, you run like hell," I said.
"Well, the head honcho comes over and says something to the waiter and
very politely takes our menus, like I thought he was going to kick us out
or something. Then this guy sitting at the next table recommended
something or other--I couldn't even pronounce it--and said he would
consider it a privilege if I would allow him to pay for our dinner. I'm
not much for charity, but I had my balls in the meat grinder; there I was
with this gorgeous chick, knowing I was gonna get laid, and I was coming
off as a dumb-ass and a cheapskate, so I politely accepted the guy's
generous offer. It was Kurt, of course. When I got up and went to his table
to thank him later, he gave me his card and invited me to his estate."
Our experiences of meeting being so similar, I had to wonder if the rest of
his experience was like mine. Just then one of the horses, they were both
young stallions, decided to show off by pushing his cock out of its
sheath. Not to take a piss; he was just showing off, or maybe he wanted to
give it some air. I didn't blame him. If I were hung like that I would be
showing it off every chance I got.
"Damn, would you look at that," Billy said.
Billy and I stood there watching as the thing pushed out more and more,
inches at a time, till it was easily two feet long. He stomped his hind
leg, causing it to swing majestically; I swear, he did it on purpose,
because he knew we were watching him. Then it began to get hard. It was a
slow process; there was a lot of blood that had to be pumped into the
thing, but soon enough it was extended straight forward, snapping against
his belly when it throbbed.
"Fuck! Wouldn't you love to be the mare on the receiving end of that
thing," Billy said.
I thought it odd, the way he said it; I would've said, wouldn't you hate to
be the mare on the receiving end. Maybe I was reading something in that
wasn't there.
Billy laughed. "We were breeding a mare one time back home with this young
stallion--it was his first time--and he was so fuckin' horny and
anxious he got rambunctious and when he mounted her he lunged and
missed. Rammed his cock right in her ass. I thought she was going to kick
his balls off. But it was too late; that one lunge was all it took. He
started going off. Fucker shot semen all over the place, prancing around,
whinnying and fucking the air, his big old cock was swinging around,
spraying everything. We had to call it off. He shot his load and there was
no way that mare was going to let him mount her again anyway."
I laughed like hell.
"Hey, this would be a great place to go swimming," Billy said.
"Yeah, but getting back into these clothes, and no towels, would be a real
trick," I said.
"Nobody says we have to get back into these clothes," Billy said. "When I
was here last time, nobody seemed to care whether I wore clothes or not."
"Might be fun, riding naked," I said. And with that we began taking off our
clothes. Billy was taking off his pants and I couldn't help noticing his
undergear. It was a skimpy, camo jock-type thing, consisting of a
pouch--bulging mightily--attached to the waistband that connected to a
strap in back that ran down between his buns.
"Whoa!" I exclaimed. "You don't wear that around the barracks."
He laughed. "Not hardly. It'd be worse than dropping the soap in the
showers if guys saw me in this. No, I only wear it out. A girl I was dating
bought it for me."
I wasn't surprised to see that the clothes didn't hide or disguise Billy's
physique. He was the epitome of a little hunk. I say little only because he
was shorter than me, and younger. He was beefy, not as ripped as me, but he
had good muscle definition. He had a nice hunk of beef between his legs,
too; thick and meaty, about five inches long, cut but still with a nice
collar, which usually meant great potential. I noticed him noticing me,
too, discreetly. We waded out a few feet and dove in. Billy was a hard,
powerful swimmer, but I was faster, and I had more stamina. It didn't
matter; the view was great, especially his round bubble butt bobbing in out
of the water when he swam.
We swam for a while then got out. With no towels, we lay in the thick grass
to air dry under the warm sun.
"This is like summers back home," he said. "This reminds me of the creek
where we used to swim back home, with all the hills around. My buddy and I
used to practically spend the whole damn summer there. Hey, did you ever
fuck a watermelon?"
I blinked with surprise; the guy knocked me completely off balance.
"No, I'm afraid not," I said.
"One time...well, more than one time...me and my buddy were swimming and we
were laying out in the sun just like we're doing now when he asked me if I
had my pocket knife. I told him yeah, and he got up and climbed the fence
over into the neighbor man's watermelon patch. He came back with this huge
watermelon and cut a big hole in the end, like he's plugging it. I thought
we were going to eat warm watermelon. But instead, he tells me to get my
cock hard. I didn't even ask him why. Well, that didn't take long. Even
back then, I think I had a thing for guys...I know I sure liked Jimmy a
lot...so I got hard real quick. He just looked at my cock, sizing it up,
then he rounded the hole out a little more then he cut another hole in the
other end of the watermelon. He was already hard, and he stabbed my knife
in the ground and told me to come here, and he hunkered over and shoved his
cock in the melon."
"Damn, a couple of country-boy melon-fuckers," I said, laughing. While he
went on with his story, I was processing the remark he'd thrown in so
casually about having a thing for guys, and his buddy. Damn, things were
looking up already.
"It was great," he went on. "Your cock pushes through all that warm
juice. We fucked the hell out of that watermelon; turned to sloshing
mush. It was incredible when we shot our loads in it. When we were done,
Jimmy cut it open so we could see our come; it was all thick and whitish
swimming around in the red melon juice. We took it down and tossed it in
the creek. Another time, we fucked one of the guy's melons, shot two loads
in it then Jimmy took it back and laid it in the melon patch."
I busted up laughing. "You tell the funniest stories."
"You ever see a horse shoot his load?" Billy asked.
"No, afraid not," I said.
"You wanta see it?"
"How? Both of our horses are stallions, and I don't think one is going to
stand still for the other to mount him."
"I'll get him off," Billy said.
"This I gotta see."
Billy approached the horse with a hand gently on his rump, his other hand
rubbing the animal's under belly. When he was accustomed to his touch,
Billy reached for his cock. He jumped a little but quickly settled down as
he apparently liked the feel of Billy's hand. As Billy began jacking him
off the stallion's ears laid back and his eyes grew wide.
"He won't take long. They never last long," Billy said as he worked the
sheath back and forth along the huge shaft.
"I do not fuckin' believe you're doing this," I said, laughing.
It was bare few minutes before the young stallion's nostrils flared and he
began snorting and sort of dancing around. Once he rose on his hind legs,
pawing the air as if he were trying to mount something. Billy laughed,
hung on and kept jacking. Suddenly the horse set his hooves firmly,
whinnied and began shooting.
I stood there with my mouth hanging open. The stuff shot out like white
wads of rope out of a cannon. Laughing, Billy tried to aim the giant cock
at me, but I ducked out of the way. They say of some men that they go off
like young stallions. I've had it said of me more than once. Forget it. No
mortal man could possibly produce so much semen and project it such a
distance with such force as that stallion did. I was in awe of him. Fuck, I
was jealous. The animal settled down, snorting and stamping his feet under
trembling legs. Billy let the huge cock fall like a tube of rubber and went
to the lake to wash his hands.
"That is the damndest thing I ever saw," I said. "Fuck, I'm not gonna be
able to even tell anybody about it; they would never believe me."
Still a little wet from our swim, we gathered up our clothes and climbed in
the saddle naked. Billy's horse...the one he'd jacked off...stumbled around
a lot, he was so weak. We rode back toward the lodge, to the shooting
range. The attendant barely blinked when he saw us riding up naked, and set
about getting our rifles loaded for us. It was a tight competition, one
then the other of us taking the lead with each round. Billy beat me by one
point. I was impressed.
When we rode up to the stable, Helmut didn't seem surprised either that we
were naked; just interested. Especially in Billy. Hans met us with
towels. I swear the guy must stand around anticipating our every need.
"I see you found the lake," he said.
"Yeah, we couldn't resist," I said.
We were pretty much dried off by then but took the towels to dry our
crotches where the warm saddle made us sweat.
"Hey, Hans, do you ever give tours of the place?" Billy asked.
"Certainly. I've not given you a tour? Forgive my manners. Would you like a
tour now? I'll wait in the library while you get dressed."
I guess it was a matter of protocol that you didn't take a tour through the
mansion without clothes on. Not having brought extra clothes, we both
dressed in our uniform pants and T-shirts and boots. I was glad Billy had
asked. I'd never been all the way through the place either and there was a
lot more to it than I'd seen. Hans took us through like a professional tour
guide. He obviously knew the place like the back of his hand. He took us
through probably fifteen rooms, giving us a bit of history about certain
pieces of furniture, or who had occupied the rooms. People we didn't know,
of course, but they were no doubt important to the house and the Keppler
family. He told the story of one bedroom where a previous master of the
house, generations back, had come in to see the stable boy in bed with his
young daughter. The boy was banished from the property.
"A secret that was not so well known was that the girl's brother, the man's
son, was so taken by the stable boy and when he learned that his father had
banished him, he went after him. He never came back till his father died
and he inherited the property. When he returned, he brought the stable boy
with him. The boy married, of course, as he was expected to do, but the
stable boy lived in the house as well."
"The best of both worlds," I quipped.
"I must apologize again for not showing you around Scheornenburg before;
I'm sure you both would've appreciated this room," he said as he opened the
door to the last room at the end of a long hallway.
It was a large, well-equipped gym, complete with a shower and its own small
locker room. The room was located at the far end of the south wing of the
house, the curved outer wall entirely of windows overlooking the landscape.
"Wow! This is better than we had in high school," Billy said.
"Better than at the base, too," I said.
"You are welcome to use it," Hans said.
"Thanks, I think I might," Billy said. "Do you wanta work out?" he asked
me.
"Yeah, I would like to try some of this fancy equipment," I said.
"There are towels in the lockers and an array of workout clothes in the
cabinet. Everything is new; whatever you choose to wear, you may take with
you."
Hans excused himself and we stripped down right then and there to change
and work out. I went through the workout clothes and found a pair of sexy,
gun-metal-gray, stretchy, low-rise shorts that looked like they would fit
everything nicely. I picked up a jockstrap but then saw Billy pulling on a
pair of yellow workout shorts without a jock. I thought a moment but put
the jock on. I was glad, later, that I did. We didn't wear any shirts, but
slipped our combat and jump boots back on.
We both knew our way around a gym so we knew when to get out of each
other's way and when to step in to spot; when to keep our mouths shut, when
to talk, and when to speak words of encouragement. Guys who spend time in a
gym know those things. Billy was a powerhouse, and I thoroughly enjoyed
watching his muscles strain and ripple and bulge as he pumped the heavy
weights. He had words of admiration for my build, too.
"I wish I could get as ripped as you," I said. "How'd you do it?"
"I really didn't do anything special to get this way; sometimes it's just
in the genes," I said.
"Well, you sure got the right genes. I would like to meet your dad," he
said.
"He's built," I said. "Best built guy his age I ever saw. But hell, look at
you. You're one of those guys that people say, "He's got muscles in his
shit."
He twisted around to look over his shoulder in the wall mirrors. "I wish I
could shed some of this butt, though. I did too many squats in my
lifetime."
I wanted to laugh but I didn't. In his lifetime? He was barely
eighteen. But he had obviously done something that built his massive
thighs.
"You've got a great looking butt," I said outright. "I'll bet it drove the
girls wild, seeing you walk down the hallways at school with those big,
solid bubbles packed in a pair of tight jeans."
He smiled and laughed, a little embarrassed. "Well, I did get voted the guy
with the best butt in the whole school," he said. "Well, best arms, best
thighs, best chest, too. Another dude beat me for best abs, though. Fuck,
he had abs that looked like a plate of armor. Like yours. How the fuck do
you get abs like that, anyway?"
"You've got abs like this, but you may not be able to display them as well
because you're beefier. But I can see the six-pack."
"Fuck, man, you're carrying around the whole case," he said.
"Like I said, its mostly genes; nothing I had anything to do with," I said.
"You got all the right fuckin' genes," he said.
I had to wonder if he was talking about my manhood; I thought I saw him
glance at my shorts when he said it; they were bulging out pretty bad.
"You need to quit bitching; you got plenty of the right genes yourself," I
told him as I gave a quick glance at the front of his shorts. Fuck, I could
see the outline of the head of his cock.
I had stepped over to spot him on his last set of bench presses. I stepped
up on the platform at the head of the bench, my knees bent at the ready, to
assist if he needed it. I was pretty close to a turn-on, watching his
broad, thick pecs bulge under the strain as he pushed the weight up. I
could've laid my fingers between his chest muscles and they would've
squeezed them when they flexed. It was sexy, too, the way he sort of
twisted and pushed his hips up as he strained at the top of the motion. On
what I thought was the last rep I reached down and wrapped my hands loosely
around the bar. I didn't lift; I barely touched the bar, but I was
ready. Billy shook his head, indicating that he had one more rep in him. I
went down with him, intentionally low so my crotch rested lightly on his
forehead for a few seconds. I thought he nuzzled his face up into my shorts
but I couldn't be sure. We went back up and I let him struggle with it
before I offered any assist, and even then, I barely lifted. I thought it
was psychological; that he pushed the bar all the way up himself, only
thinking that I was helping. I did help rack the barbell, though, so he
wouldn't drop it on himself.
"Whew!" he whistled softly as he flung his arms out and settled his butt
back onto the bench.
"Pretty impressive," I said.
"Thanks." He lay there catching his breath, his chest muscles and his abs
stretching sexily as he breathed.
"Can I ask you something? Its pretty personal," he said.
"If its too personal, maybe I won't answer it, but shoot," I said.
"Did Kurt make you have sex with him?"
I was taken aback, probably visibly so, and I hesitated for the seconds it
took me to decide, one, whether to answer him, and two, whether to answer
truthfully.
"He, uh...he didn't...make me," I replied.
"But you had sex with him," he said, looking up at me with those big,
innocent eyes.
"Yeah," I said. "He made it worth my while," I added, as a defense for my
actions.
"Yeah, me too," he said.
I was glad he didn't ask how much, or mention the thousand bucks I'd
received when Kurt wasn't even there.
"Are you going to have sex with him again?" Billy asked.
"It hasn't come up. And possibly, it won't," I said. "He's not even
here. He wasn't around the last time I was here." I chose also not to tell
him about Wolf.
"You ever had sex with any other guys? Besides Kurt I mean, " he asked.
Billy was one of those guys who could ask you anything without being
offensive. He came across as a young, innocent kid who was just curious
about things and if he wanted to know something, he asked. Still, I
hesitated before I answered him. That should have been a clue for him but
Billy, in his innocence, didn't take it that way.
"Sorry, I was probably out of line, asking you that," he said.
"Have you?" I asked, turning the tables on him.
"A couple of times," he said.
I was taken aback again by his bold truthfulness, even though he had made
that remark about being attracted to guys. I sort of smiled and said, "Be
careful the Army doesn't find out about it."
We let it drop for the moment but I had the feeling it wasn't
finished. Billy had more on his mind, I was sure of it. We moved on to
separate stations, Billy to the leg machine to work his hamstrings and I
went over to the pec deck, right next to him, to work my chest and to watch
Billy. Fuck, he had such big legs, and his hamstrings contributed greatly
to their size. The muscles fairly bulged when he pulled the weight up with
his heels. Equally impressive was his bubble butt; the way it flexed and
bulged when he strained to bring the weight up made my mouth dry.
"I was sort of hoping we would share the same room," he said, between
grunts as he hefted the weight.
It was so casual, the way he said it, that it was almost hard to read
anything into it.
"I suppose that could still be arranged," I said.
"No kidding? You would be okay with us sleeping in the same bed? Well, I
guess that answers my question of a minute ago."
I finally had to laugh. "I don't think it does," I said.
"What, you think I want to sleep in the same bed because I'm afraid of the
dark?" he said.
"Are you?" I asked.
"Stop playing with my head," he said. "You're either interested or you're
not."
I didn't commit.
"Well? Are you?" he asked, and he let his arms drop to rest a moment.
"Depends on what you've got in mind for me to be interested in," I said. I
was being very protective of my manhood. Things might change once, and if,
we ended up in bed together, but I wasn't going to put myself or my wants
out there before he did.
"What would you have in mind?" he asked. "And don't play with my
head. Dancing around the issue don't accomplish anything."
"Well, since you asked...your butt looked mighty fine in that camo
jockstrap," I said.
"My butt wasn't exactly in my camo jockstrap," he said with a chuckle.
"That's the whole point," I said.
"You like to fuck, huh?"
"I'm partial to girls, but I think even I would've noticed your tight,
bubble butt packed in a pair of tight jeans walking down the hallway," I
said.
"I wouldn't have minded having you as a teammate in the locker room,
either," he said.
I finished my last set--actually, I cut it short--and stepped over
beside his machine. He had just started to lift the weight when I brushed
my hand up the back of his thigh.
"Feels kinda tight," I said. "You gotta be careful working hamstrings, you
can pull one real easy."
"I know, that's happened to me," he said.
"Has it?" I said as I dragged my fingers up and down the back of his
thigh. Then I clasped both hands around his leg and began massaging the
thick hamstring muscle.
"Mmnnnn, that feels good," he said.
I moved my hands to his other leg and he moaned again. Then I straddled the
machine at about his knees and massaged both legs at the same time. I was
getting a hardon. I moved my hands higher and higher on his thighs till my
thumbs were probing into his butt muscles. I probed harder into the taut
muscles, poking between them through the material of his shorts.
"You should know that you're giving me a hardon," he said.
"Then the massage is working. I've already got one," I said.
I clasped my hands around his taut butt muscles. He clenched them,
hard as bowling balls, then let them relax. I massaged and kneaded the
thick muscles, digging my fingers into the crevice between them. As I
kneaded and massaged upward to the small of his back I curled my fingers
into the waist of his shorts and tugged them down. He raised up from the
bench so I could pull them off his hips and down his legs to his
knees. Then he lifted his legs so I could pull them off of him, leaving him
in his boots.
"Damn!" I whispered as I took hold of his bare butt.
"You like that, huh?" he said over his shoulder
"Shit! You know it. You're reducing my partiality to girls to about nine
percent right now," I said. Within a couple of minutes of kneading the taut
muscles that went down to zero. I had never gotten so worked up and turned
on by another guy's ass.
As I worked his ass with one hand, I tugged my own shorts down, one side
then the other, till I had them down as far as they would go, standing
astraddle the machine. Then I stepped aside and pulled them off, working up
a mouthful of spit in the process. I straddle the machine again and pulled
his butt apart and dropped the mouthful of spit squarely into the crack. I
caught it quickly before it could run down and worked it into the crevice,
giving particular attention to his hole. My cock was sticking straight out
and I dropped some spit on it while I was at it. I worked a thumb through
his hole, causing him to wince, and moved up a little over him and the
machine.
"Hans won't come in, will he?" Billy asked in a hoarse tone.
"It won't matter if he does," I said. "He knows what goes on around here."
I worked my other thumb through his hole, alongside the other one, and
began massaging the thick sphincter muscle just inside his ass, stretching
it apart.
"Mmmnnnnn," Billy moaned softly.
As he began to relax I shoved my thumbs in as far as I could. His asshole
clenched tightly around them. I cold feel the soft, delicate lining of his
ass, squeezing and undulating around my thumbs, welcoming or trying to push
them out, I couldn't tell. But Billy wasn't stopping me.
"Ohhh...awwwhhh...awwh, man, you're gonna fuck my brains out, aren't you?"
he said.
"I'm gonna do my best."
I pushed my cock down from its upward angle, pressing the head between his
butt muscles and lodged it firmly against his hole.
"How big is that thing, anyway?" he asked, reaching back for my cock. His
head snapped around when he felt my girth and his hand moved down to the
base then up the shaft to find my length. "Holy Fuck!" he gasped, craning
his neck to try to see it. "Man, I don't know if I can take that. I never
saw a cock that size before, except on that stallion."
But he wasn't pushing my cock away; the head was still lodged against his
asshole and I still had the pressure on. He didn't let go and I pushed
harder, as if he were guiding me in. Then he let go and clasped both hands
around the handles in front to hold onto. I shoved hard and the head popped
through.
"Awww! Fuck!" he cried out, snapping his head back.
"Yeah, we'll wait a minute," I said.
I gave him a minute to get used to it then started shoving in deeper. He
lifted his head again and his shoulder muscles hunched tight but he didn't
cry out. I shoved all the way in, maneuvering around some obstacles along
the way. When I ground my loins against his butt he dropped his head, as if
in defeat. Then I started fucking him. That's when he perked up.
"Ohhhh...Ohh, fuck...Awwwhhh...ohhh...awwwh, mannn, you go in
deep!...Ohh...Ohhhhhh...Ohhh, yeah, fuck me...fuck me you big
stallion. Awww, Fuck...you're like that fuckin' horse!" And on and on,
through the whole time. I think he liked to hear himself getting off on his
own groaning. Sometime or other he had pulled his cock from under his
stomach and pulled it down between the two padded sections of the bench and
was jacking himself off. I reached down and pulled his hand away.
"Don't get yourself off too quick, I want this to last," I said.
"You can fuck me again tonight; hell all night," he said, and took hold of
his cock again. He didn't last long. It was nothing in particular that I
was doing, I didn't think, except that my cock was filling him up and
sliding probably across every nerve ending inside his ass; but I think it
was just that he was so hot and horny by nature. He shot off too soon for
me and I kept fucking him.
"Geezusss, man, leave me an asshole," he said.
"If you can't handle this, how're you gonna handle getting fucked all
night?" I chided him, and kept pounding him. I fucked him till I shot
off. He squealed and moaned as I pumped my come deep in his ass and I think
he went off a second time. Like I said, Billy was horny.
Again, we never saw Kurt. I surmised that he planned it that way, leaving
two guys alone to their own devices, then he would come into the picture
when only one of us was there.
Billy was insatiable. He shared my room and I did damn near fuck him all
night, between blowjobs. He was the cock-hungriest guy I ever met, and I
liked him. We fit together, not just physically, but in every other way. By
the time we parted company to return to our units, we were like
brothers. He said I was like the big brother he never had and I told him I
would be proud to call him my little brother. I could not know at the time
just how much I liked him. Hans discreetly handed us each an envelope as he
saw us to the limo, saying that Mr. Kurt had said to give them to us. The
driver delivered us to the train station and we caught separate trains back
to our bases.
Chapter Seven
It was on the train ride back to Gelnhausen that I began to realize what an
impact Billy had on me in the short time we'd been together. I re-lived
every moment together, almost every thrust of my cock and every slurp of
his mouth. Godd, he was a good cocksucker, made better, I think, because
he made no apology for liking guys; he never referred to himself as being
gay, and somehow the label didn't fit him. And he had the most gorgeous ass
I'd ever seen. I squirmed in my seat just thinking about it. I hated
leaving him. I took the paper out of my pocket with his address and phone
number on it and gazed at it. I would definitely call him.
But again, duty called, and by late Sunday afternoon I was back in my
barracks; back in the Army. Ryan Stucker and I walked to the mess hall to
eat Army chow and listen to the din of vulgar Army talk around us.
"How'd it go with your girl?" I asked him.
"Great! I wanted to go with you, but I'm glad I didn't. We had an
incredible time. And not just the sex. How'd it go at Schurnburg Castle, or
whatever it's called?"
"Scheornenburg," I said. "It went good."
"Just good?"
"There was another guy there, from Ray Barracks in Friedberg," I said. "I
wasn't expecting him."
"How'd that go?" he asked with a sly grin. "You had to share the girls,
huh?"
"Yeah, we, uh...we had to share; I didn't have them all to myself this
time. But we traded off," I lied.
"You didn't fuck `em in the same bed, did you?" he asked with a wider grin.
"Matter of fact..." I didn't say anything else so it wasn't exactly a lie.
"No shit! Hell, that's four people; man, that's an orgy! That must've been
wild."
"It was pretty wild," I said. I hated lying to the guy but I didn't want to
tell him that all the sex I'd had was with Billy; I hadn't even seen Nina
and Elga.
As much as I liked Billy--hell, I missed the guy--Stucker still did
something for me. He did a lot for me, actually. He turned me on and he
kept me awake nights. I knew I was going to see Billy again, or meet him
someplace, but Ryan was my nemesis. He haunted me. He was right there in
the same room with me every night, came back from the shower and jerked his
towel off when he came in the room. Something had to give. By the time we
went out on maneuvers again I had decided that I was going to bite the
bullet and make a move on him; something I hadn't even done with Billy on a
reciprocal basis. But I would, next time I saw him; I had already decided
that. My curiosity was getting the best of me, especially after I'd let
Wolf fuck me. Making a move on Ryan was a terrible risk that could ruin me,
but I would let him know that he was worth the risk and maybe that would
therefore diminish it. If he didn't tell, then I would be safe. I really
didn't think he would get mad and turn me in, even if he rejected my
advances. It would've been smarter to settle for Billy, of course; he was
gay and he knew all about me, but he was in Friedburg and Stucker was my
roommate. The attraction, the feelings for Ryan, were too great to be
ignored. In the back of my mind, I knew I would probably have to make a
choice some day but that was far off.
We were going in the field for a week. I managed to buy some poppers at a
club in town that sold them under the counter. Yeah, I needed some false
courage. Maybe I needed something to blame it on if things went wrong. It
rained the second night out, and rainy nights in Germany are cold, no
matter what the season. Our tents were dry, we had the front closed up nice
and snug, but we were wet coming back from the war games, we had to change
into dry clothes. The two-man tent was tight quarters, and two guys our
size moving around, trying to dig out dry clothes from our packs and
getting out of our wet clothes was like a Chinese fire drill. We kept
bumping into each other. The time, the place, the
circumstances--especially us getting out of our clothes--was all just
right.
I was in dry shorts...the ones Kurt had bought for me...and a T-shirt. Ryan
had slipped on a pair of those same tiny, white briefs and was pulling on a
T-shirt. Fuck, he looked sexy as hell in the light of the lantern, which
gave me the courage I needed to dig the bottle of poppers out of my pocket
for my real courage. I uncapped it and took a hit.
"What the hell is that?" he asked.
"Poppers."
"Poppers? What do you need poppers for? Shit, man, are you on drugs?"
"No," I said, taking another strong hit. "But I need this for what I'm
about to do."
"What?" he asked, with a bewildered look.
I took another quick hit in each nostril and capped the bottle. My head was
spinning and my eyes were glazing over--I'd taken too much--and warm
and fuzzy was surging through my veins.
"This," I said, and reached out for the front of his shorts. I got a good
hold, not to hurt him, but a nice handful of his manhood.
"Wha...!!" he choked, gaping down at my hand, mouth open and eyes wide,
with a look as if somebody had sliced his cock off.
For a full ten seconds--that's a long time--he didn't try to stop
me. Then he took hold of my wrist. "What the fuck...are you doing?" he
asked in a gasped whisper.
"Just let it happen; let me do it," I said, squeezing him
gently. "Please. I promise you won't regret it." I didn't know what I was
saying. Like I had so much experience sucking cock. But I would do it, and
I would be good for him. "Please, man...don't say anything," I begged in a
hoarse whisper. I moved on my knees closer to him. Still with his hand
around my wrist, I pulled the front of his shorts out from his stomach and
put my hand inside.
"Oonnhhh!" he gasped as I took hold of his cock. It felt wonderful; so big
and meaty and thick and it was coming alive. It was cold to the touch,
from us being wet from the rain.
"I'll warm this up for you," I said, pulling on it. With my other hand I
was working his shorts down off his hips. He didn't help me; I think he
was still in a mild state of shock. I leaned down and took his cock in my
mouth.
"Ohh, Fuck!" he gasped in a hoarse whisper.
I craned my neck to look up and see the dumbfounded, wide-eyed look, his
mouth hanging open, just before he had the good sense to turn off the
lantern. I wished he'd left it on so I could see him but I felt safer with
the tent plunged into darkness, and braver. With a hard suction, I pulled
as much of his meaty cock into my mouth as I could hold, using my tongue
like a sponge to wash it all around. He moaned deep in his belly. I began
sucking him, with no particular technique, but as I'd felt others mouths do
on my cock. I thought I was doing pretty good; he was sure sounding like
he was liking it. I twisted around and lay down in front of him with my
head between his legs. As his cock hardened, Ryan had to hunker forward for
me to get at it. He moved to the right of my shoulder and hunkered over in
a quasi-pushup position so he could feed it to me. His heavy balls smacked
me gently in the face as he began fucking my face.
I reached for my own hard cock to give it a squeeze, but that's all. I
wanted to make better use of my hands on Ryan's muscular body. One hand
stayed on his cock or around his balls. My other hand was all over him;
reaching between his legs to squeeze his taut butt, or feeling his
washboard abs or squeezing his thick pecs. Sometimes he followed my hand
with his own, as if to guide it where it felt the best. I was in heaven,
wondering what had brought me here but in a place where it felt like I
should've always been. Surely, it was fate that had brought me to this
pivotal point in my life, at a time when I was in these circumstances to be
alone in a dark tent with this handsome, muscular stud in the middle of a
foreign land. It was as if all else in my life had been saved up for
this. It was my defining moment, and in those passionate, lust-filled
moments, it was who I was. I heard Ryan swallow, hard.
"Fuck, man, I'm getting close," he said in a hoarse voice.
I didn't get off his cock to answer him. I would answer him with my mouth
and my tongue. Give it to me, they both said; give me your hot, thick
semen! I trembled with anticipation, and a little fright. I didn't know
what I was going to do with a mouthful of come--I hadn't through it
through that far--but I couldn't let him shoot it somewhere else, all
over our sleeping bags. I'd heard a lot of snide remarks and crude jokes
about guys turning in their sleeping bags all stained and crusty.
"I'm coming!" he announced in a hoarse gasp.
I tried to brace myself but he still took me by surprise. I mean, the feel
of warm semen spurting into your mouth is something unique in all
experiences, followed by the taste as the stuff coats your tongue and
permeates your taste buds. It didn't taste like caramel syrup but it
excited me beyond belief, I think because it was spurting out of Ryan
Stucker's big cock. I was actually receiving the very essence of his
manhood in my mouth; the thick ropes of semen that contained his genes, his
testosterone, everything that made him a man. It was awesome. And
plentiful. I couldn't believe how much he was giving me. His cock quivered
and bolted and kept pumping come into my mouth in big volleys and I
wondered if he was going to stop, where it was all coming from.
Finally, his cock was throbbing empty and his arms were shaking under his
weight. He shoved himself up and his cock stretched part way out of my
mouth. I lashed my tongue around the head, slathering it with his own
semen.
"Uuhhnn...oonhhh...I can't take any more," he gasped as he pulled his cock
free, leaving a trail of come across my face. He maneuvered around and into
his sleeping bag. I lay gazing up into the darkness, savoring the moment;
savoring the taste of him. I wanted to tell him how wonderful it was but he
was quiet, lying with his back to me. I gave my cock a hard squeeze but let
go and crawled into my sleeping bag. The tent was surprisingly warm from
our body heat and it smelled of come and male sex. It was a wonderful
smell.
I wondered what was going through Ryan's head. Did he hate me? Did he
loathe me? Would he report me? He probably wouldn't, since he'd been a
willing participant. But he could make something up; like I made a pass at
him, groped him, something that would incriminate me and not himself. I
really didn't think he would do that, but it was hard to tell what he was
thinking after he had his pleasure.
"I didn't know you did that." He spoke in a soft tone but it reverberated
around the tent.
"I guess I didn't know it either, till now," I said. It was surprisingly
easy, talking in the darkness.
"That was the first time?" he asked.
"Yes. Was it the first time for you?"
"Yeah. Sure was," he said.
"You won't tell anybody, will you?" I said.
"No. Fuck, no. Why should I?"
"Good. Thanks. Because I would do it again if you're open to it."
"Yeah...yeah, I would be," he said. "But we gotta be careful. Out here is
okay, but not back at the barracks."
"No. Fuck, no," I said. "We can go someplace off base, maybe; in town."
"Mann, you sure surprised the shit out of me," he said, turning over on his
back.
"I surprised myself," I said. "I don't know where it's been all this time,
but it just suddenly came out."
"Let's be glad it came out with me," Ryan said. "Some other guys might not
have been so understanding and willing."
"I wasn't sure you were gonna be at first," I said.
"I wasn't sure myself, I was so shocked. But fuck, it felt good," he said.
"I tried. I didn't know what the hell I was doing, but I tried."
"It felt to me like you did. In fact, I'm getting another hardon just
talking about it," he said.
"Do you want some more?" I asked.
"If you want to. If you wanta practice," he added, jokingly.
I raised up and leaned over him. He had pulled his sleeping bag back and I
groped in the dark for his cock. He took my hand and guided me to it. It
was indeed hard again.
"Fuck, man, it feels harder than the first time. Bigger, even," I said.
"Yeah," he mumbled, his hand around my neck, urging me down.
Next morning, it was as if nothing had happened. We crawled out of our
sleeping bags and got dressed and went to the make-shift latrine to wash up
and shave and brush our teeth for chow, with the usual banter with the
other men. Walking back to our tent there was no one else close by and he
spoke of it.
"I can't believe three times," he said.
"I can't believe you delivered like you did," I said.
"I didn't have much choice," he said.
"You've really got a pair on you," I said.
"I can hardly wait till tonight," he said. "And four more nights out
here. That is if you want to. I don't mean to come on like I'm using you or
anything."
"You're not," I assured him. "And if you were, not any more than I would be
using you."
"Listen, we'd better not talk about it," he said, looking all around.
We didn't talk about it anymore but it was all I could think about, and I
think it was the same with Ryan. Every time we looked at each other, he
smiled or winked. I did him every night for the next four nights, at least
twice and sometimes three times. I thought his balls and his prostate
should be swollen from working overtime to produce so much come and keeping
his cock hard so much. It was the most wonderful five nights and the most
exciting military maneuvers I'd ever been a part of.
For those five nights I barely gave a passing thought to Billy. But back in
the barracks, with things back to normal...as normal as they could
be...thoughts of him cropped up again. I was torn. I called him. He was
happy to hear from me and I was all smiles as I talked to him. He told me
the best times for him to get a weekend pass so I put in for one to
coincide with his. We decided to meet about the halfway point, in
Karlsruhe. I was ashamed that I more or less put Stucker behind me as I
walked out the gate of the kaserne to catch the train.
...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; or if you were stationed in Germany, I
would like to hear about it. I get a lot of my inspiration and ideas from
readers).
Thanks,
Pete