Weekends at Schoeneberg
  (A Soldier Making Extra Money)

by: Peter

(© 2009 by the Author)

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Chapter 5  

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 Schoeneberg. It was dark but good old Hans came out to greet me.

“Welcome back to Schoeneberg.”

“Thank you, Hans. I’m sorry I’m so late.”

“There is no need to apologize, Corporal, Schoeneberg 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 Schoeneberg.  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 Schoeneberg 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 Schoeneberg was all about. 

To be continued...

Posted: 01/08/10