Weekends at Schoeneberg
  (A Soldier Making Extra Money)

by: Peter

(© 2009 by the Author)

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Chapter 3  

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

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

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

“That bathtub looks inviting,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not supposed to talk about stuff like that,” I said.

“Oh, very well, I understand,” he said. I didn’t really think he was trying to gather information.

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

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

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

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

“Dinner is served.”

We glanced around to see Hans standing at the doors.

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

“I think I would enjoy most of them,” I said.

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

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

“I feel like I’m in the wrong seat,” I said.

“Not at all,” Kurt assured me.

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

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

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

“Don’t hide them,” he said with a smile.

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

“Oh, people have noticed, I assure you. You just weren’t aware of it,” Kurt said. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

I finished chewing and swallowed and reached for my wine glass. “You’re making me self conscious,” I said.

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

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

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

“That was the finest meal I’ve ever had,” I said to Kurt.

“Thank you.”

  “I would like to compliment your chef.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is this going where I think its going?” I asked.

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

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

“Very erotic, isn’t it?” Kurt said.

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

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

  “Yes,” I said.

  “I’m glad. You’re very good. You performed magnificently; like a stallion.”

  “Thanks.”

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

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

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

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

“It’s already poured. Make this your last one,” Kurt said.

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

“Another glass of wine might help,” he suggested.

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

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

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

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

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. And I’m sure I can think of something,” he said.

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

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

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

“Then you can sleep as late as you want,” he said.

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

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

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

“I thought you understood,” he said innocently.

“What is it I’m supposed to understand?” I asked.

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

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

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

“Thanks, I like them,” I said.

“Do you wear them around the barracks?” he asked.

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

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

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

“There’s two thousand marks on the dresser,” he said as he was hanging up our trousers.

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

“You’re paying me to….to have sex,” I said.

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

I chuckled.  “That’s five hundred bucks,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

“Wonderful,” he said excitedly.

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

“Does incense bother you?” he asked.

“I’ve never smelled the stuff before,” I said.

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

“I don’t think it’s going to bother me,” I said.

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

“I don’t know what it is,” I said.

“I think you Americans call it poppers,” he said.

“No, I’ve never used the stuff,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll bet you don’t even realize what a terrific body you have,” he said.

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

“Shaving? Or in a full length mirror?”

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

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

I laughed, embarrassed. “Nobody ever told me that before.”

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

“Yeah. I don’t know why but it does,” I said.

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

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

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

“Aahhh!” I gasped with surprise.

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

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

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

“I never heard that before either,” I said.

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

“Godd, you’re big,” he whispered.

“I guess I am,” I said, again trying to sound modest.

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

I was embarrassed to tell him that I did.

“You know you do,” he chided me.

“Okay, I do,” I admitted.

“You should. You should be proud of it.”

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

“I’m sure others are checking it out as well,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re overflowing,” he said.

“Yeah.”

“Godd, it’s almost like you’re coming,” he said.

“Naw, you’ll know when I’m coming,” I said.

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

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

“Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been so horny,” I groaned.

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

“What?”

“The incense isn’t just incense,” Kurt said.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “There’s some high grade pot mixed in,” he said.

  “Geezusss, you mean I’m getting high?”

  “I don’t know; I don’t know what it takes to get you high,” he said.

“I don’t know either, I’ve never been high.”

“Do you want me to douse it?” he asked.

“No, I sort of like the feeling,” I said.

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, soldier!  Are you trying to kill me?”

“Sorry, I’m just used to being on the attack,” I said.

“Well, don’t attack so viciously. Don’t you know how big you are?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m just so fuckin’ horny. I think that stuff is really having an effect on me.”

“Do you want to fuck me?” he asked.

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

“Are you serious?”

“If you’re willing,” he said.

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

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

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

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

“On your back,” I said.

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

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

“Yes, very sure,” he said.

“I just don’t want to hurt you,” I said.

“Pain is inevitable,” he said. “Don’t worry about it; it will only turn into pleasure.”

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

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

“Is that bad?” I asked.

“Oh, no. Just scary,” he said.

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

“You’re being too cautious,” Kurt said. “Put some of the power of that hard butt behind it.”

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

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

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

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

“Yess,” he hissed. “I’m ready for all of it.”

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

“Is it okay?” I asked.

“Oh, Yesss.  Godd, Yesss. It feels incredible,” he replied.

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

“Ohhhhhhh,” he gasped.  “Oh, Goddd!”

“My name’s Hunter, not Godd,” I joked.

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

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

“Ohhhhh, that feels so wonderful,” Kurt moaned.

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

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

“You maybe should’ve used that before, when I was going in,” I said.

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

“If you’ve never tried it you don’t know what you’re missing. At least try it,” he said.

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

“Geezussss!” I swore.

“Yeah, see what I mean?” Kurt said.

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

“It’s definitely throbbing,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Turn over, on your hands and knees,” I ordered.

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

  “This way,” I said.

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

“When you’re ready to come, I want your load,” he gasped. “I want to see it, and taste it.”

“I’m not ready to come yet,” I said.

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

“I’m getting close,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

“Geezusss, what just happened?” I moaned.

Kurt laughed.

“You just shot off like a rocket,” he said.

“No, the other,” I said, without speaking the words that I’d had my tongue in his ass.

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

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

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

  “I’m almost afraid to ask,” I said.

“The icy crystals on the salad….do you know what that was?”

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

“Yes. Frozen semen.”

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

“Whose?” I asked finally.

“One of your own,” he said.

“What?”

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

“And how did you….manage to…..?”

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

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

“You said you liked the salad.”

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

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

“Go to sleep if you want to,” Kurt said.

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

To be continued...

Posted: 12/18/09