Date: Thu, 05 May 2011 00:59:25 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 7 of Affair of a Foreign Nature by Hans Schreiber

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Chapter 7
Return to Tyrol

	I woke tangled up in boy limbs. The sun was over the horizon and
filling the room with light. I decided it would be better if we weren't
discovered in our current condition and I slapped the little bare asses of
my friends until they startled awake, protesting.
	"You wanna get caught by the adults looking like this?" I asked.
	"Good point," agreed John, rubbing his reddened butt cheek.
	"I don't care," said Antonio, popping up and shaking his butt
toward the door. His hairless little Italian sausage flipped side to side
as he did it, causing John and me to giggle. Soon, we were all giggling and
play wrestling on the beds.
	The beds slipped apart and John fell in the crack between them with
a thud. That caused us all to bust up laughing. Every time he tried to get
out, Antonio and I would push him back down or tickle his ribs to make him
squirm. I attacked his ribs with my toe monster. Finally, we took pity on
him and I pushed all the beds apart and we undertook a search and rescue
mission for our khaki undies. I knocked on the door and announced to our
guards that we all three needed to pee at once. One of them escorted us
down the hall and chuckled as we all crowded into the single head restroom.
	We surrounded the head and I lifted the seat. I pulled my dick out
the fly but John and Antonio just dropped their boxers to the floor. Soon
we were mixing streams and sighing in relief. I enjoyed peeking at their
little weapons and I thought about sucking on John's. It hadn't been as
gross as I thought it might be to suck on it. I flushed and we washed
up. When we got back to the hospital room we'd slept in, there was a set of
clothes for each of us on top of the beds, which had all been neatly made
up in military style. "Very efficient," I thought. John and I both got
Italian military sweats to wear that were so large we had to roll up the
sleeves and the pant legs. Fortunately, they had a draw string in them or
they never would have stayed up.
	"Gosh, how did they know?" I asked.
	"How did they know what?" asked Antonio, just like I hoped he
would.
	"That my favorite color is khaki green and I love my clothes
baggy."
	That started a fresh set of giggles. Antonio was putting on his
normal street clothes that had been laundered and returned to him. I was a
bit jealous, but of course, the only thing John and I had arrived in was
our birthday suits so there was nothing to launder for us. I looked at John
and laughed since he looked like an Irish clown in the oversized green
suit.
	I pulled my waistband down exposing the khaki boxers like I was
sagging, flashed a sign and said, "Yo, what up homies?" That started a
whole new scene where they copied my style and we danced a rap to some
horrible made up lyrics,

	Yo, lissen up, gonna tell it to you fast
	We don' drink, we don' do no grass
	But what we do is kick some BAS-turd ass!

	Oh, yeah, we bad. Oh yeah, we bad.

	We danced around and crashed into each other as we each attempted
more stupid lyrics. Antonio really sucked at rapping, not that John and I
were good at it. We laughed and teased each other and tried to look all
tough and gangsta.
	Once we grew bored of our rap, we were escorted to the mess hall
and fed a great breakfast. I had this egg stuff with chunks of amazing
Italian sausage and onions and peppers mixed into the scrambled eggs. Of
course, they had pasta, even for breakfast and some really good dark
bread. We all had chamomile tea with honey in it at Antonio's
suggestion. It was pretty good actually, but I wanted some cold apple juice
to drink. I loved the apple juice in Europe for some reason. After we ate
all we wanted, we went back to the main hospital and met with a nurse. She
made a quick checkup of our vitals and then we went to visit Colonel
Randall.
	John crawled on the bed next to his father and gave him a gentle
embrace to avoid hurting him. Both wrists were in casts and a tube was
draining fluid from his side. He assured John and the rest of us that he
was going to be all right and we shouldn't worry about him. He motioned for
me and I stepped close. He held out his casted hand and I gripped it
carefully. He looked me in the eyes and said, "Young man, you performed
amazingly under extremely difficult circumstances. When we all get home,
you and your family are invited to a special dinner in your honor where you
will be awarded the DIA's Award for Meritorious Civilian Service medal."
	"Wow, like a real medal I can pin on?" I asked.
	"Absolutely; a real medal."
	"Balls." When the Colonel looked at me disapprovingly, I said,
"Sorry, I mean cool. My mom hates that expression too."
	"Yes and that, it is not all," said a woman's voice with an Italian
accent from behind us. We turned to see a smartly dressed woman walking in.
	"Oh, hi Floriana," said Antonio. "This is my grandfather's
assistant, Floriana."
	"The Prime Minister, he is most grateful for what you have ahh,
performed for the Italy and especially for the saving the life of his
grandson, Antonio. Of course, we would prefer to avoid the press about this
whole ahh, affair, yes? But we also wish to reward you for what you have
here done. Here is a certificate of the appreciation from the Prime
Minister himself. Now, if you will provide me with the information where I
am able to contact your parents, a trust fund of 80,000 U.S. dollars will
be setup in your name to cover the cost of university study for you. Good,
no?"
	"Wow, that's totally bal ... listic!" I caught myself and winked at
Colonel Randall who smiled and nodded. I didn't know what else to say over
all that. I was a bit embarrassed for no good reason. I studied the
certificate and then I said, "All this is really super and I appreciate it,
but the best reward of all is just knowing we're all safe and those BAS
creeps are stopped from doing any more harm."
	"I want to have you and your family come visit me in Rome
sometime. Maybe this summer if you want to," offered Antonio. I gave
Floriana my address and phone number on her notepad.
	"What about John?" I asked Antonio as I handed the notepad back.
	"Oh yes, John and his family too, if they can. It will be a great
adventure. Oh and who is the boy that made the camera?"
	"You mean Ricky, my friend back home?" I asked.
	"Yes, yes. He must come also. Floriana, can we invite them all to
visit?" Antonio asked permission after already making the offer. I kind of
think that's the way he usually does things. I'd get creamed by my mom if I
ever did it out of order like that.
	"I think that would be something we could get ahh, approval for,
yes," agreed Floriana.
	"Sounds great! Only next time, let's skip the whole kidnapping
part; that's a little too much adventure," I said. Everyone laughed and
agreed. Colonel Randall pressed on his ribs with his casted hands when he
laughed.
      Floriana told Antonio that he needed to leave and to say good-bye. I
held my hand out to him and he pushed it aside and gave me a big hug. I
hugged him back and then he gave John a big hug. Antonio waved all the way
out the door. After they disappeared, I said, "He's the coolest billionaire
I ever met - shortest one too."
	"Stop making me laugh, it hurts," said the Colonel. The Colonel
explained to us that he needed to recover a while longer and that John
would be heading back to Hotel Tyrolier for a couple more days and then fly
back home with me to California. John seemed a bit sad and asked if he
could just stay there at the hospital with his dad until he was
better. "No, you need to go with David, but don't worry, I'm getting
assigned back to the States for a while and I'll be home with you soon."
That brought a big smile to John's face and generated another hug.
	We spent the rest of the day there at the medical center and I
played chess with a guard while John and his father spent some private
time. I got my injuries checked on and they took some x-rays. John and I
met up in the early afternoon for lunch and I had this balls lasagna and
vegetable soup. The lasagna was better than my mom's and I didn't think
that was possible. Of course, I had more of the dark bread smeared with
butter. John had pizza. We both drank apple juice. After lunch, John and I
went to our private room and napped. Being full from lunch and exhausted
from our adventure, we needed one.
      We woke up about six o'clock and he wanted to go see his dad again. I
followed him but after a while of just sitting there watching him sleep, I
got bored. I needed to stay a little bit busy to keep from dwelling on what
I'd been through. TV was awful and there were no books in English to
read. It was nice outside so I went and sat on a bench and watched the
soldiers go about their duties. I liked listening to their language and
took in all unique styles of the buildings and clothing. I became
determined to learn as much as I could about the world and its people and
their history. I wanted more than ever to become an agent for CIA and make
a difference to the world.
      I went back to the Colonel's room about eight and tried to get John
to come eat something. He reluctantly agreed. We had some cold cuts and
bread and more juice. We finished off with these delicious cookies they
call Biscotti and smooth Italian style ice cream. It was more like sherbet
than ice cream but it was really flavorful.  John went back to his father's
room afterward and I followed.
      Finally, the nurse said we had to go to our room and get some
sleep. John got real emotional as he left his father's room. I reached over
and put my arm around his shoulder and we walked side by side. We stopped
in the hall and I hugged him to me while he cried it out. It was a nice
chance to return the favor he'd done for me the night before. I held him
around the shoulder until we got to our room. The third bed had been
removed so we just pushed the two together. We stripped to our boxers and
climbed in. I rubbed his back for him and we talked a long time. I told him
of my decision to join the CIA when I got older. We talked about growing up
and how scary it seemed sometimes. I told him about Ricky and how we have
been friends for so long and about the weird experience I had with him just
before we left. He told me about growing up and moving so many times and
how he never got a chance to make permanent friends. He told me of his love
for his dad, who was always as much a friend as a dad to him and his fears
about what might happen when he finally tells him that he's gay.
      "How do you know you're gay already?" I asked.
      "I just know."
      "Like how? I don't know."
      He rolled over and looked me in the eyes. "Kiss me."
      I wrinkled my brow and recoiled a bit.
      "You're not," he said.
      "Why, just because I didn't wanna kiss you?"
      "Who is the hottest chick in your school?" he asked.
      "Easy one. Katie. Oh my god dude, she's got the nicest rack for a
freshman you've ever seen."
      "If she was lying here in just her underwear and asked you to kiss
her, what would you do?"
      I smiled. "Okay. I get it. So since I sucked your dick, does that
mean I'm at least bi?"
      "Hmmm, I'm not sure. Do it again and I can tell you after you're
done." He couldn't hold it in and started laughing. I gave him a playful
shove to the chest and chuckled with him.
      "So if I'm not gay, how come I think about doing gay stuff
sometimes. Like, why would I stick my hand up your shorts on the plane and
jack for you in the airport bathroom? And what about last night? I'm really
confused."
      "I don't know. I just know for sure I am, because all I ever think
about is guys. Maybe it's different for everybody."
      "I'm so not tired from taking that nap earlier" I said rolling onto
my back.
      "I know. Maybe if we jacked off or something that would help us
sleep. If you want, I could suck it for you; sort of return the favor from
last night." I looked over at him and he was giving me a hopeful look.
      "You want to?"
      "Yes. Bad."
      "You want me to do yours again?"
      "Yes, but you don't have to."
      "All right. I guess it could be fun and it might help us sleep."
      "Want to do each other at the same time. Like 69 it?"
      "I guess."
      He scrambled over onto my bed and I slid to the edge. He swung around
and positioned his already erect dick in front of my face as we rolled into
each other, lying on our sides. I lifted his dick, warmed from the rush of
blood into it, and brought it into my mouth. He watched it happen with a
serious look on his face until I had completed four or five passes up and
down his little buddy. Then he pulled mine into position and engulfed
it. We rubbed each other's butt cheeks and thighs as we sucked each other
off. There was no need for wild and crazy stuff. We just took it slow and
easy. I found that when I concentrated on pleasing him, I would forget to
focus on my own pleasure and that made the whole experience last longer.
      I didn't love John; I just liked him a lot. I loved Ricky, but more
as a brother. I couldn't imagine doing this with Ricky even. I worried how
things would be for us when I got home. After an extended time of enjoyable
tingles I felt the need to shoot. I warned him and he mumbled it was
okay. I enjoyed the experience of depositing my seed in his warm mouth. It
was similar but different from getting it from Antonio. It had no meaning
with Antonio, it was just fun for him. I could tell John would have liked
it to have more meaning, but it was still fun. I had no emotional feelings
in either one. It was all just for fun and to fill a physical need to me.
      We finally fell asleep after I brought John to orgasm. Once I partly
recovered from mine, I could concentrate better on getting him off. In the
morning, John wanted to kiss again, but I suggested a hug. We dressed and
had a quick breakfast, then we visited his father for a short while and
then it was time to leave. John had a hard time leaving him again, but held
his composure.
      We climbed aboard a waiting military car and traveled to a train
station in Milano. We took the train all the way back to Innsbruck. The six
hour ride was unbelievable as we sped across beautifully scenic mountains
and villages. I was glued to the window and John watched too for a while,
but finally laid back and fell asleep. I stayed awake and took in every
detail from the farmers herding their cattle to the children playing soccer
on makeshift fields. The sky was so blue and the fields so green. Entire
fields of wildflowers that were just peeking out from their snowy blankets
were in the lower elevations. As we climbed into the mountains the
undisturbed fields of snow were so white and pure. Steep, craggy peaks of
grey mountains jutted up on either side of us.
      One of the hotel employees came to the train station in Innsbruck and
met us right at the track when we got off the train. We were pretty easy to
spot in our oversized Italian sweat suits. It's good he found us because it
is really confusing in the large train stations with trains pulling in and
taking off constantly. People are hustling about speaking German and
Italian and who knows what else. It's organized chaos.
      He took us by shuttle van back to the hotel at around six that
night. When we arrived, Karl, Heiny, Maria, along with Mr. and
Mrs. Baumgartner, met us out front of the hotel. When we stepped out,
Mrs. Baumgartner started clapping. Heiny ran up and gave John a huge bear
hug, and Karl grabbed my fist in his and pulled me in tight with our arms
crossed over our chests. He patted my back with his free hand and said,
"I'm so happy zat you are safe."
      We'd been traveling most of the day and were pretty tired. After some
friendly chatter, Mrs. Baumgartner headed inside to finish up the special
dinner she prepared to celebrate our return with. The others filed in
behind her, but Karl hung back and motioned for me to do the same. "I have
two zings for you. First, a giant hug since I am so glad zat you are safe."
He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. I squeezed him back and it
felt really good to be in his arms. "I worried I would never see you
again."
      "What's the second thing," I asked, as we finally released from our
hug. I was thinking he had a gift for me or something cool like that.
      "Zis." He took half a step back, doubled up his fist and drove it
hard into my gut.
      I doubled over, staggered back a step, and gasped in a lung full of
air to replace the wind that had just been knocked out of me. I
straightened up gradually, still holding my gut, and asked, "What the hell
was that for?"
      He pulled the deodorant case that held the spy camera out of his
pocket and placed it in my hand. "Ze polizei wanted us all to look at ze
video on zis secret camera of yours in case we had seen ze evil guys who
kidnapped you. Guess what ze first video on ze camera was?"
      Realization dawned on me. "Oh my god, Karl. I'm sorry."
      To my relief, he smiled and said, "I don't zink my mozer will ever
get over seeing zat und lucky my little sister, Maria, wasn't
included. Heiny just laughed his head off und still teases me. My fazer
covered his face und shook his head, saying 'ach, no, no, no. I just gasped
in fright. Ze poor policeman tried to push all ze buttons to make it
stop. Lucky for you, he got it stopped before ze white cream sauce came out
of my sausage or I would have to kill you now."
      I tried not to. I really tried not to. But I laughed. He laughed with
me and put me in a headlock and rubbed his knuckles into my scalp. We
walked into dinner together as good friends. Somehow, I knew that in spite
of the distance, Karl and I would remain good friends forever. When we
walked into the apartment, the smell of Frau Baumgartner's cooking
overwhelmed me. "Mmmmmm, I can practically taste it just from the smell."
      "Ja, my mozer is a very good cook," Karl agreed.
      We washed and sat down to dinner. Karl's father said grace and we
dove in. We had sauerbraten, which is this really good roast beef with
creamy, tangy gravy. I poured the gravy over my egg noodles they call
spaetzele. We also had the most amazing cheese dumplings. I was so stuffed
by the time we got done eating. Then she brought out a silver platter with
a long, hot apple strudel on it, and she poured thick cream over it. It was
heavenly. I love good food and I like to try new things.
      "Thank you so much, Mrs. Baumgartner. It was all really
delicious. I'll remember this meal forever," I complemented. She beamed
with satisfaction. I could tell she put a lot of work into the meal and
wanted it to be special.
      "Yeah, it's great," added John. "Could I please have some more apple
stuff?" Frau Baumgartner happily added another helping to his bowl and
doused it in cream. John made the same little cooing sounds when he ate it
that he made when I sucked his dick. Some white cream dribbled down his
chin and it made me giggle a little bit.
      "So what do you have planned for tonight?" asked Herr Baumgartner.
      "Nothing, I hope. I'd like to just relax. I've had plenty of
excitement for a while," I offered. "Although, it got kinda boring at the
hospital yesterday."
      "Yes, we will just go to ze villa tonight," said Karl. "But tomorrow
I have many plans for your last day in Tyrol. In ze morning we will ride
snowboards und in ze afternoon, we are going into ze village und shop, und
zen in ze night, I have planned a party wiz many of my friends from ze
village to come."
      "That sounds great. But, I'm glad the party's tomorrow, because I'm
so tired and a little sore tonight. My hip really hurts from getting
dragged by the boat," I said stretching.
      "What? Dragged by a boat?" said Mrs. Baumgartner aghast at the
thought.
      "Let's go in the living room and have coffee and hear all your
adventures," suggested Herr Baumgartner. All the Baumgartners agreed that
was a great idea since they were all so curious what happened to us. I
leaned over and whispered to Karl that I didn't think it was appropriate
for Maria to hear most of what happened.
      When Frau Baumgartner insisted that Maria had to go to her room and
play while we told our story, she was very upset. Finally, I promised to
tell her the story in a G-rated version before she went to her room and
that made her feel a little better. In the living room, she sat right next
to me and drank her lemon tea while John and I told the basic story. It all
had to be translated to her anyway because her English wasn't very good at
all. Even though I tried my best to not make it scary, she was freaking
out. Finally, when I got to the part of being tied up in the island prison
where John's father was chained to the wall, she said she didn't want to
hear any more. When Frau Baumgartner left to take her to her bedroom, Heiny
sat up on the edge of his chair and said, "Great! Now let's hear ze real
story."
      When I got to the part about biting into Stubby's nut, I leaned over
and told it to Herr Baumgartner quietly at first. He nodded approval since
no women were present and I shared the story in complete detail. John would
pipe in if I left any details out. When I told them about biting him, Heiny
and Karl both grabbed their nuts and groaned, "Mein Gott!"
      Finally, I explained about the importance of the secret video tipping
them off to look for us in Dubrovnik and Heiny started laughing and Karl
punched him in the shoulder. Herr Baumgartner just shook his head. I
explained about Antonio's locator wristband and how the helicopter showed
up just as the bad guys realized I was still in the water. The final
dramatic scene that made Heiny squeal was when Siegfried got sniped and
fell overboard. Everyone was highly impressed and amazed with the
adventure.
      I went to stand up but couldn't. My hip had completely stiffened on
me. Karl had to lift me off the couch. "I zink you need anozer massage und
ze use of ze spa, no?" suggested Herr Baumgartner. "Vood you like me to
call for you?"
      "Yeah, sure. Thanks," I accepted. We were allowed to ride the
snowmobiles over to the villa and that was kinda fun. Karl said he would
arrange to take a couple of them out to explore the mountain tomorrow
afternoon and I was way excited for that. We shed the Italian army clothing
and got our regular clothes on.
      "Let's go you guys," Karl prodded Heiny and John. "We don't want to
miss ze massages."
      "Umm, if it's okay," John said, "Heiny and I would like to just stay
here and play FIFA."
      I smiled and gave him a little push to the shoulder and teased,
"Don't hurt yourselves. I have condoms in my backpack you can borrow."
      "NO. Not that FIFA, the real FIFA," John stated. "You're a sicko." He
laughed and so did the rest of us.
      "Good luck with your game then," I said with a wink. "Hope you
score."
      "Shut up." John pushed me out the door and closed it behind us.
      As we walked over to the spa, Karl asked, "Why did you take that
video of me? Do you like to look at boys making ze masturbation?"
      I felt a little embarrassed. I walked several steps in silence before
admitting, "Last summer, when you stayed with us, seeing you naked in the
bathroom those times stuck in my head. I'd never seen an uncut dick like
yours before and it interested me. Sometimes, when I jack off, I think
about doing it with you. When I realized you were going to go do it in the
bathroom, I decided to record it, so I would get to see you boned and
jacking off. I wanted it to remember you by. I know I'll want to keep
thinking about you when I'm home."
      "Is zat all? You just wanted to remember me?"
      "Mostly. To be honest, I kinda am curious about doing stuff with guys
the same as with girls. Do you think I'm weird for that? I mean I don't
think I'm gay or anything, it's just hard to explain."
      "No. I don't zink zat is weird. I will be honest wiz you. I have
zought about doing it wiz you a lot. I have never done it wiz anozer boy,
but I zink about doing it wiz you. Sometimes at your house in California, I
purposely let you see me naked and unlocked ze door to see you
also. Besides your brozer, have you touched any ozers?"
      "Well, I touched John's and well ... did something else too." I told
him about my experience with Ricky the night before coming to Tyrol and
then I told him about me and John on the plane and finally, I said, "And
there is a part I left out of my story to your family earlier. In the
hospital, John, Antonio and I all messed around in the bed together." I
gave a brief description of what we all did and he grinned.
      "Zat is way cool," he said, as we entered the back of the spa. "Zat
gave me a boner."
      It was dark again, but this time we weren't afraid as we made our way
through the dark hallways to the baths. We looked for the massage
therapists but they were gone. Karl called on the phone to his apartment
and his father explained that none of them were able to stay on short
notice, so we would just have to use the hot tubs and mud baths to relax in
and miss out on the massages.
      "I'm sorry," he said and then explained what had happened.
      "Ahh, that sucks," I said. "I was looking forward to Gerta's
'special' massage. I haven't had a chance all day to take care of things,
you know?"
      "Ja, naturlich, I know. Me eizer." Karl adjusted the lights on
low. We didn't bother going to the lockers since it was just us two. We
stripped down and set our clothes on the benches next to the naked lady
fountain. Karl still had a boner and looking at it gave me one. Neither of
us commented verbally, though, as we just gave a knowing grin. We went into
the mud bath first. I loved the feeling of sliding into the slippery, hot
mud. When I laid down in it and rested my neck against the vinyl pillow, my
entire body felt like it was suspended, weightless and floating. The warm
mud soothed and relaxed me all over. I slid my hand over my body and gently
stroked my erect dick a couple times, loving the unique feeling of the mud
coating between my dick and my hand. I looked over at Karl and he had his
eyes closed with a serene look on his face. I was afraid if I closed my
eyes, I might fall asleep and drown in the mud.
      "Hey Karl. You awake over there?"
      "Ja, I am."
      "You should try stroking your dick in here. It's really weird
feeling."
      "Okay." He got a big grin and looked over at me. "Ja, zat is a very
strange feeling."
      "Wanna get out now and get in the mineral springs?"
      "Ja, okay." When we emerged, coated completely from head to toe in
the thick grey mud, both of us still boned up, I laughed. We look like a
couple of naughty statues. He laughed with me and reached down and took
some mud from the bath and smeared it on his face. Then he posed with his
flattened hand shielding his eyes as if searching the horizon and his other
hand on his hip. I smeared some on my face too and balanced on one foot and
stretched my hands out in a ballet pose. He came over and posed in front of
me like he was going to suck my dick, and said, "Now zat would make a great
fountain statue."
      "Yeah, like the water squirting from my boner onto your face. Oh my
god, that's so balls."
      We went to the showers and rinsed the mud off of us and watched it
turn us from grey statues back into fleshy humans. Our dicks drooped back
down as we showered off the mud. It was interesting for me to watch his
change from erect back to soft with the foreskin covering. We took a quick
dip in the cold pool and then went into the hot mineral spring water. It
was relaxing also, but in a different way from the mud. The water
circulated slowly in this pool and so after the ripples caused by us
climbing in settled down, I had a crystal clear view of Karl's dick
floating in the water. I suddenly had a longing to touch it and be touched
by him. It was weird and I shuddered.
      "Hey Karl, how come dicks float in the water?" I asked.
      Karl glanced down at his five inches bobbing slowly in the water. "I
don't know. Zat is interesting." We sat there in silence watching our dicks
float for a bit. It gave me a good excuse to stare at his.
      "I really wish we could get a massage now. I'm kind of disappointed."
      "Ja, naturlich. Hey. I have an idea."
      "What?"
      "I will give you a massage. It will be fun and will be my gift to
you," offered Karl.
      "Okay. Cool," I agreed right off. I worried I might have sounded a
little too eager, but the idea was really exciting to me. We climbed out
and rinsed off quickly in the showers and then dried with the big fluffy
towels. I followed Karl over to the massage rooms and we went in. I assumed
the position and had to lift my hips to let my boner spring up and then lay
back down, trapping it between the table and my belly. Just the
anticipation of getting massaged by Karl got me boned.
      Karl spread the oil on my back and began slowly rubbing it into my
muscles. He wasn't as pro at it as Gerta had been, but he was doing a
pretty good job anyway. I guess he'd had enough massages before that he
kind of figured out how to do them. He worked my shoulders and back and
moved on to my butt. He spent a long time rubbing and punching my
butt. Then he did each leg and foot. He went a little faster on my legs and
feet than I would have liked but I didn't complain.
      "Roll over."
      I did and he smiled and grabbed my boner. "Want ze spezialle
treatment?" he asked.
      "Hell yeah." I said. "That'd be balls."
      Karl poured more oil on my chest and rubbed it in. He did my arms and
hands. When he worked on my groin area, I had to tell him to go softer on
my sore right hip. He apologized and rubbed that one more gently. Then he
took my anxious penis in his oily hands and slid it through the fingers of
each hand, one hand quickly replacing the other. He slid my excited 4"
boner through one slippery fist and then the next over and over again until
I couldn't stand the intense stimulation any longer and grabbed his hands.
      He began fondling my balls and rubbing over my belly and flicking my
boner with his fingers. Next he took my penis between his thumb and
forefinger and held it up. He looked at it then he looked me in the eyes
and stared back at my penis. He was thinking about something but I didn't
know what. Suddenly, I saw his face expression change from indecision to
determination and he bent low sucking all four inches into his warm
mouth. He held it there for a minute. I wasn't sure if he was savoring the
moment or deciding if he really wanted to continue. I watched closely as he
slowly slid up and then back down on my erection. I was thrilled and
excited. I wanted to remember that image forever. I'd imagined this dozens
of times during my jack off fantasies.
      "Karl, wait," I pleaded.
      He turned his head and looked at me curiously without pulling off. "I
want to record this on my spy camera so I can remember it forever. Will you
let me?"
      He pulled off of me and said, "Okay, but you can't show it to my
mozer, or to yours."
      "Are you whacked. No way! So you're okay with it?"
      "Ja, naturlich, but I want a copy of it und one of you doing mine."
      "Balls on fire! Deal. Don't move."


      This was meant to be the final chapter. However, I couldn't fit it
all into one chapter so I have split the final chapter into two pieces.
The absolute final chapter will post in a couple of days. - Hans Schreiber,
h.schreiber@hushmail.com