Weekends at Schoeneberg
  (A Soldier Making Extra Money)

by: Peter

(© 2009 by the Author)

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Chapter 4  

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.”

To be continued...

Posted: 01/01/10