Weekends at Schoeneberg
  (A Soldier Making Extra Money)

by: Peter

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Chapter 6  

It was a month before I got back to Schoeneberg. But that month wasn’t time wasted. We went out on maneuvers again; spent two weeks in the boonies, playing war games and blowing things up. I loved it. I was on a constant adrenalin rush the whole time. It pumped a lot of testosterone, too. The two, testosterone and adrenalin make a potent cocktail; a dangerous combination when you’re sharing a small pup-tent with a guy like Ryan Stucker. My idle time, especially the evenings and nights, were spent dreaming up ways of getting something started with him. I cursed Wolf for waking up that damned itch up inside me. It nagged at me constantly. It was there when I walked, when I sat down. My prostate never slept. It was there when I took a piss. I swear, at times I was ready to turn on my stomach and tell Stucker, “Fuck, me, you big stud. Fuck my eyeballs out!” But of course, I didn’t. In fact, I didn’t want to ever be fucked again, but I was that desperate, that I would’ve probably let him if that was what it took to relieve the incessant itch.

One night, the last night in the field, we were talking about the weekends I’d spent at Schoeneberg.

“Schoeneberg. Sounds like a castle,” Ryan said.

“It is, damn near,” I said. “Look, would you want to come along sometime? I could ask and see if it’d be all right. I’m sure it would be.”

“Hell, yeah. I’ve been waiting for you to ask me…..buddy,” he said.

“All right, I’ll check and see,” I said. The door was open, now I had to figure out how to tell him what was on the other side of that door.

“I can hardly wait to meet this Nina and Elga,” he said.

“They’ll sure be glad to meet you,” I said.

“Have you told them about me?” he asked.

“No, but you’re a big, studly, hung, horny, oversexed American GI. They’ll be happy to meet you,” I said.

“That could be said about just about anybody out here,” he said.

“No, there are American GIs, and there are horny American GIs, and there are big, studly, hung, horny, American GIs. That can be said of only a select few of us.”

“Yeah, you need to include yourself in that category,” he said, laughing. “You really think I’m studly?” he asked.

“Give me a break,” I scoffed. “Don’t you ever look at yourself in the mirror?”

“Well, yeah, but not like that,” he said.

“Well, next time take a closer look. You’ve got STUD tattooed on your fuckin’ forehead,” I said. “Listen, there’re a couple of things you oughta know, though, about spending a weekend at Schoeneberg, besides Nina and Elga,” I said.

“Sounds mysterious,” he said. “What?”

“Well, Kurt, the owner of the place….he, uh….he likes American GIs.”

“Yeah, he must, to invite them there for weekends,” Ryan said.

“No, he likes American GIs,” I said.

His face turned deadpan. “Oh. That way,” he said. “And you, uh….you let him….like you?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, without hesitating or batting an eye. “Last time, he liked me so much he gave me a thousand bucks.”

His deadpan turned into shock, his eyes wide and his mouth dropped.

“A thousand bucks!! Fuck, he can like me all he wants for a thousand bucks! So that’s how you’re affording all those new clothes and going out all the time.”

I decided not to tell him about my night with Wolf. I was afraid he would change his mind about going. I called Kurt when we got back in from maneuvers and told him about Ryan, even that he was willing to have sex with him. He was delighted that I would be bringing someone along. But the weekend I planned to go, Ryan was committed to being with a German girl he’d been dating and things were heating up between them and he didn’t want to break it. So I went by myself.

Kurt greeted me on the steps instead of Hans. I was glad to see him.

“You look great,” he said, clasping his hands around my shoulders. “But you always do in that uniform, and those boots. I love a man in boots.”

I had arrived at midday, just as lunch was being laid out in the garden so we went directly to lunch.

“We have another guest,” Kurt told me as we were going around the side of the house to the garden.

I cringed at the thought that it might be Wolf again. Rounding a curve in the narrow pathway, I saw another soldier standing talking to Hans; an American soldier. He turned at the sound of my boots crunching on the gravel and I was almost taken aback by how cute he was. Boyishly cute, he looked too young to be wearing the uniform with PFC stripes on his arm. Kurt introduced us.

“This is PFC Billy Youngblood. Billy, this is Corporal Clay Hunter Dalton.”

“Glad to meet you,” I said, as we shook hands.

“Well, you outrank me, but at least I don’t have to salute you,” he said.

“If you do, you’ll be doing fifty,” I said.

He looked like a Billy; a little shorter than me, but weighed about the same, stocky, muscular build, innocent looking eyes, a pug nose, just fuckin’ cute.

“This your first time here?” he asked.

“No, I’ve been here before,” I said.

“Yeah, me too; my second time, only there was nobody else here before. Where’re you stationed?”

“Coleman Kaserne at Gelnhausen, 33rd Tank Battalion,” I replied. “How about you?”

“Ray Barracks, in Friedberg, 82d Field Artillery,” he said.

I wondered if Billy had the same experience as I did with Kurt, having been his lone houseguest. Hans was holding a chair out for one of us so I sat down. He held out the chair across from me for Kurt and Billy sat to my right. Then Hans signaled for the cook to bring out the food. Billy was a friendly sort; I liked him better than Wolf, maybe because he was one of us. I never counted Wolf as the enemy, but it was hard to identify with him except in bed. There, I identified with him a little too much. I didn’t hold it against him. In fact, I sort of appreciated that he broadened my experience.

Billy was from Tennessee. I asked what happened to his southern drawl.

“I was born and raised in central Ohio. I didn’t live in Tennessee long enough to pick up the drawl before I joined the Army,” he explained.

I gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“What’s that for?” he asked. “Something wrong about coming from Ohio?”

“No. I hope I don’t offend you, but you just don’t look old enough to be in the Army. You look more like you belong in a scout uniform. Except for the way you fill that one out,” I added.

“No offense taken. I know I look young. I joined when I was seventeen. I had to have my Dad go to the recruiter with me, with my birth certificate, before they would sign me up. They wouldn’t even accept my drivers license. I turned eighteen over here.”

“I thought it was seventeen and they had to sign for you,” I said.

“I was seventeen according to that birth certificate,” he said with a smirk.

“After lunch, we’ll go for a drive through part of the estate then I’m going to turn you guys loose while I take care of some things in the village,” Kurt said.  “You both know the routine. You have free run of the grounds but please don’t go exploring too far alone, because that encompasses some twelve thousand acres of mountainous forest. There are hiking trails and riding trails; my stable of horses are at your disposal if you want to go riding. There’s the pool for your use at any hour, and Billy, you might want to see how you stack up against Clay on the shooting range. Or, there are books and videos if you want to relax in the library. If either of you need anything, simply call for Hans.”

Billy and I looked at each other’s medals at the same time. We both had expert rifleman’s badges.

 “Looks like we’re an even match,” I said.

“We’ll see,” he said with a cocky grin.  “I did live in Tennessee long enough to learn to shoot.”

“Using Kentucky windage?” I joked.

After lunch we piled into Kurt’s Land Rover and drove around the estate for a good hour, showing us the stable and the shooting range and the hunting lodge, all places I’d seen before, but maybe Billy hadn’t seen it all. I didn’t know he had cattle as well as horses, and he raised rabbits. He took us back and dropped us off to be on our own. Hans met us to show us our rooms. Hans seemed to be everywhere at once. Certainly, he was right where he needed to be if you needed him.

“As I remember, you liked the room with the balcony,” he said to me as he led the way up the long, winding staircase.

“Yes, it’s a terrific view,” I said.

“You can share the room if you like, or Billy, you might want your old room,” he said.

I was rather hoping that we might share a room but I didn’t want to suggest it. I would leave that up to Billy. He didn’t say he wanted to share so Hans showed him to his room then led me to mine. 

“Your riding clothes are on the bed,” he said with a wave of his hand. “They were made especially for you, you know.” 

“Yes, you told me.” Hans seemed hesitant to leave, even a little nervous. I looked at him, perhaps with a questioning look, and he glanced away.  “What’s up, Hans?”

“I’m very hesitant to mention it, but last time you said to remind you….so I am….that you would leave a deposit on your next visit.”  He was embarrassed.

I laughed.  “So I did. And I will.  I suppose it would be best if I gave you the first one,” I said.

“As you wish,” he said.

“What do I…..how…..what do I put it in?” I asked.

“I will get a receptacle,” he said eagerly.  He returned a few minutes later with a heavy crystal bowl with a lid on it.  “I’ll return in a few moments to collect it, and put it in the freezer while it’s fresh.” He had his hand on the door to leave.

“Hans,” I said. He looked around at me.  “You don’t have to leave.”

He looked astonished; as astonished as a man of his station could, and I was sure I’d said the wrong thing.

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

“Oh, no, do not apologize,” he said quickly.

“I thought I offended you.”

“No,” he said. “No, not at all.”

“Do you want to stay?” I asked. “I wouldn’t tell Kurt.”  I saw him discreetly turn the lock and his hand dropped from the door handle.

“Yes,” he said as he moved, rather cautiously it seemed, back into the room toward me. “Yes, I would very much like that, thank you for inviting me.”

I wanted to laugh, that he seemed so grateful that I’d asked him to stay and watch me jack off. Or maybe he was hoping for more. He stood waiting to take my clothes as I took them off. It was amusing the way he tried to be so discreet as I stripped, trying not to look at me.

“Its okay to look, Hans,” I said, smiling. “We’re behind closed doors.” So he looked. He watched intently as I removed my clothes. I thought I could see desire in the old man’s eyes as I bared my body to him. They were fairly glistening by the time I was down to my briefs.

“Kurt bought these for me,” I remarked.

“Yes, I know.  They’re very nice,” he said.

I hooked my thumbs in the waistband to pull them down, watching Hans’ eyes as I did so. They were glued on my briefs. I think he tried not to show any kind of expression as I shoved them down but as my thick cock began to come into view he couldn’t help himself.  He’d seen me naked before, but this was different for him; this was his nakedness, only for him.  I wondered if I should invite him to do anything. I couldn’t read him that well, and I didn’t want to offend him by asking if he would like to suck my cock, yet I thought he might be too shy to ask.  I could see the look of appreciation come over his face as my cock came into full view.  I peeled the shorts down my thighs, let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them.  I started to hook them with my toe but Hans was quick to bend down to pick them up. As he was bent over I pulled on my cock then pushed it in his direction, toward his face. I thought he was about to go down on his haunches but instead he straightened, with my shorts in his hand.  But the way he looked at me, I knew he didn’t want to be standing.  I pulled on my cock again; it was getting hard.

“Its gonna take a minute to get it hard,” I remarked.  “Maybe you could help me out.”

It never registered on his face, but I could see the relief and happiness in his eyes.

“If you would like,” he said, still rather stiffly.

“Yes, I would…..any way you can,” I said.

He reached for the crystal bowl and set it on the floor at my feet.  Then he very gingerly cupped my balls in his hand. I sucked in a little gasp. He had great hands.  I was still working my own hand back and forth on my cock; my hardon nearing completion.  Then I let go. It throbbed and bobbed up and down, gradually lifting upward, the head swelling out, upward to a sharp angle.

“I think I’ll just let you do it, Hans, if you don’t mind, any way you want,” I said.

“Yes, of course,” he said as he wrapped his hand around my cock.  He began working his small fist up and down the shaft, seeming to relish the touch and each movement, and I wondered how long it had been since he’d done this. He looked up at me once and I nodded and smiled and he smiled back.  I think the idea that we were supposed to be making a deposit had vanished.  After a few minutes he looked at me again. “Perhaps I could make this go faster so you could get back to your friend,” he said.

“Yes, any way you want, Hans,” I told him again.

As he went to his knees I saw him discreetly remove his teeth and slip them into his pocket. Holy Fuck, what was this going to feel like!  I soon found out. When he took my cock in his mouth it was good but not much different from Kurt or Wolf or Billy, till he starrted munching on my cock. 

“Ohhh, Godddd!  Geezussss!” I gasped aloud.  I never felt anything like it. I mean, he was chewing on it, like he was chewing a piece of steak.  “Ohh, Fuck,” I moaned, grabbing hold of his shoulders. It was awesome.  He chomped all the way down and back up the shaft, and chewed on the head.  When he sucked he didn’t use just his mouth with his tongue as a sheath like the others, and like all others I’ve had on my cock since, he used his gums.  When I got into it with him, I was fucking his gums.  He paused only once, and that was to chew on my balls. That was about as incredible.  Not having any teeth to worry about, even the dull pain he caused, I think on purpose, felt good. 

“Am I doing all right?” he asked, looking up at me with his wonderful smile as he licked my cock before taking it in his mouth again.

“Aww, fuck, Hans, I never felt anything like that in my life! You’re gonna get your deposit before you know it,” I said breathlessly.

I was almost ashamed that I didn’t last longer but I couldn’t help it. He was just too damned good. But, it was supposed to be him helping get my semen deposit anyway, so I didn’t feel so bad.  I hated to warn him that I was getting close; I didn’t want to pull my cock away from those talented gums. 

“Hans…..Hans, I’m getting close,” I told him.  He nodded and kept sucking, harder.  “Ohhh, fuck….awwwhh…..ohh, Hans…I’m getting there!  Ohhhh, better

get off….I’m……gonna……cummmmmmm!”

He reached down for the crystal bowl before he let my cock go at the last second.  He pulled my cock down to aim it into the bowl and let me jack my load out.  My body was convulsing something awful, like my abs were trying to pull my upper body down and fold me in half.  My cock swelled and bolted and exploded into the bowl.

“Oh, My,” Hans said as I began shooting his deposit. “Ohhh, Myyy, this is wonderful!”

Yeah, it was something fuckin’ wonderful all right. I think my cock was remembering Hans’ gums and it was showing its appreciation. I came so much I thought I might overflow the bowl. I choked and tried to get my breath as my cock belched out the last of it, and grabbed hold of the bedpost for support.  I looked down at the fruits of my labors with awe and pride.  I was always a heavy shooter, but I couldn’t believe how much semen there was in the bowl. If ever in my life I shot off like a horse, like people accused me of, that was it.  I let go of my cock and let it layover the edge of the bowl. Hans wrapped his fingers around it and milked out the last of my cum, then sucked it in his mouth to make doubly sure he had drained me.  He discreetly put his teeth back in then put the lid on the bowl and stood up.

“That was wonderful,” he said.

“Yeah, it sure was,” I said, still a little out of breath. “My legs are still shaking,” I said as I sat on the edge of the bed. “You’re good, Hans.”

“Thank you. I don’t get as much practice as I used to,” he said.

“You don’t need practice,” I told him.

I got dressed in my riding gear and went to meet Billy.  He was waiting out at the pool.

“What took you so long?” he asked.

“I was talking to Hans. He’s an interesting man,” I said.

“Well, you know the routine, what do you want to do first?” Billy asked me.

“I suggest we mount up and ride back to the hunting lodge; that’s where the shooting range is located. Might as well get that settled first. We can go hiking if you want to, or come back and go for a swim.”

“You’ve got a stripe on me, I’ll follow your lead,” he said.

“I’m getting rid of the stripes,” I said.

We parted ways to change into riding clothes. We met downstairs. I was taken aback when I saw Billy in his riding outfit. The pants fit him like a glove, accenting his muscular thighs and his round bubble butt, not to mention the impressive bulge in front. I wished there were some way to get us in the same room. Not that I thought he was gay, but being in closer proximity would be a big help in finding out. I wondered where Nina and Elga were; I’d forgotten to ask Hans. Maybe because I was distracted by Billy.

At the stables, young Helmut greeted us eagerly as he brought out our horses. He seemed especially glad to see Billy, but Billy didn’t seem to recognize him. I introduce them. I thought they should know each other’s names, because I had a gut feeling about things.

Billy was a good rider. Better than me. He was like part of the horse. We checked out the lodge and helped ourselves to some brandy then rode several miles of trails.  We came to the lake where we dismounted and let the horses drink.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to have this guy’s money,” Billy remarked.

“Its nice he’s sharing it with us,” I said.

“He’s a nice guy. How’d you meet him?” Billy asked.

I related the story of how he had bought my clothes at the Kaufhof.

“I had a similar experience,” Billy said.  “I was in this fancy restaurant with my date and there are no prices on the menu. Well, like a dumb ass, I start asking what stuff cost.”

I laughed. “Yeah, when you don’t see any prices on the menu, you’re not supposed to ask, you run like hell,” I said.

 “Well, the head honcho comes over and says something to the waiter and very politely takes our menus, like I thought he was going to kick us out or something.  Then this guy sitting at the next table recommended something or other—I couldn’t even pronounce it—and said he would consider it a privilege if I would allow him to pay for our dinner.  I’m not much for charity, but I had my balls in the meat grinder; there I was with this gorgeous chick, knowing I was gonna get laid, and I was coming off as a dumb-ass and a cheapskate, so I politely accepted the guy’s generous offer. It was Kurt, of course. When I got up and went to his table to thank him later, he gave me his card and invited me to his estate.”

Our experiences of meeting being so similar, I had to wonder if the rest of his experience was like mine. Just then one of the horses, they were both young stallions, decided to show off by pushing his cock out of its sheath. Not to take a piss; he was just showing off, or maybe he wanted to give it some air. I didn’t blame him. If I were hung like that I would be showing it off every chance I got.

“Damn, would you look at that,” Billy said.

Billy and I stood there watching as the thing pushed out more and more, inches at a time, till it was easily two feet long. He stomped his hind leg, causing it to swing majestically; I swear, he did it on purpose, because he knew we were watching him. Then it began to get hard. It was a slow process; there was a lot of blood that had to be pumped into the thing, but soon enough it was extended straight forward, snapping against his belly when it throbbed.

“Fuck! Wouldn’t you love to be the mare on the receiving end of that thing,” Billy said.

I thought it odd, the way he said it; I would’ve said, wouldn’t you hate to be the mare on the receiving end. Maybe I was reading something in that wasn’t there.

Billy laughed. “We were breeding a mare one time back home with this young stallion—it was his first time—and he was so fuckin’ horny and anxious he got rambunctious and when he mounted her he lunged and missed. Rammed his cock right in her ass. I thought she was going to kick his balls off. But it was too late; that one lunge was all it took. He started going off. Fucker shot semen all over the place, prancing around, whinnying and fucking the air, his big old cock was swinging around, spraying everything. We had to call it off. He shot his load and there was no way that mare was going to let him mount her again anyway.”

I laughed like hell.

“Hey, this would be a great place to go swimming,” Billy said.

“Yeah, but getting back into these clothes, and no towels, would be a real trick,” I said.

“Nobody says we have to get back into these clothes,” Billy said. “When I was here last time, nobody seemed to care whether I wore clothes or not.”

“Might be fun, riding naked,” I said. And with that we began taking off our clothes. Billy was taking off his pants and I couldn’t help noticing his undergear. It was a skimpy, camo jock-type thing, consisting of a pouch—bulging mightily—attached to the waistband that connected to a strap in back that ran down between his buns.

“Whoa!” I exclaimed.  “You don’t wear that around the barracks.”

He laughed. “Not hardly. It’d be worse than dropping the soap in the showers if guys saw me in this. No, I only wear it out. A girl I was dating bought it for me.”

I wasn’t surprised to see that the clothes didn’t hide or disguise Billy’s physique. He was the epitome of a little hunk. I say little only because he was shorter than me, and younger. He was beefy, not as ripped as me, but he had good muscle definition. He had a nice hunk of beef between his legs, too; thick and meaty, about five inches long, cut but still with a nice collar, which usually meant great potential. I noticed him noticing me, too, discreetly. We waded out a few feet and dove in. Billy was a hard, powerful swimmer, but I was faster, and I had more stamina. It didn’t matter; the view was great, especially his round bubble butt bobbing in out of the water when he swam.

We swam for a while then got out. With no towels, we lay in the thick grass to air dry under the warm sun.

“This is like summers back home,” he said. “This reminds me of the creek where we used to swim back home, with all the hills around. My buddy and I used to practically spend the whole damn summer there. Hey, did you ever fuck a watermelon?”

I blinked with surprise; the guy knocked me completely off balance.

“No, I’m afraid not,” I said.

“One time….well, more than one time….me and my buddy were swimming and we were laying out in the sun just like we’re doing now when he asked me if I had my pocket knife. I told him yeah, and he got up and climbed the fence over into the neighbor man’s watermelon patch. He came back with this huge watermelon and cut a big hole in the end, like he’s plugging it. I thought we were going to eat warm watermelon. But instead, he tells me to get my cock hard. I didn’t even ask him why. Well, that didn’t take long. Even back then, I think I had a thing for guys….I know I sure liked Jimmy a lot….so I got hard real quick. He just looked at my cock, sizing it up, then he rounded the hole out a little more then he cut another hole in the other end of the watermelon. He was already hard, and he stabbed my knife in the ground and told me to come here, and he hunkered over and shoved his cock in the melon.”

“Damn, a couple of country-boy melon-fuckers,” I said, laughing. While he went on with his story, I was processing the remark he’d thrown in so casually about having a thing for guys, and his buddy. Damn, things were looking up already.

“It was great,” he went on. “Your cock pushes through all that warm juice. We fucked the hell out of that watermelon; turned to sloshing mush. It was incredible when we shot our loads in it. When we were done, Jimmy cut it open so we could see our come; it was all thick and whitish swimming around in the red melon juice. We took it down and tossed it in the creek. Another time, we fucked one of the guy’s melons, shot two loads in it then Jimmy took it back and laid it in the melon patch.”

I busted up laughing. “You tell the funniest stories.”

“You ever see a horse shoot his load?” Billy asked.

“No, afraid not,” I said.

“You wanta see it?”

“How? Both of our horses are stallions, and I don’t think one is going to stand still for the other to mount him.”

“I’ll get him off,” Billy said.

“This I gotta see.”

Billy approached the horse with a hand gently on his rump, his other hand rubbing the animal’s under belly. When he was accustomed to his touch, Billy reached for his cock. He jumped a little but quickly settled down as he apparently liked the feel of Billy’s hand. As Billy began jacking him off the stallion’s ears laid back and his eyes grew wide.

“He won’t take long. They never last long,” Billy said as he worked the sheath back and forth along the huge shaft.

“I do not fuckin’ believe you’re doing this,” I said, laughing.

It was bare few minutes before the young stallion’s nostrils flared and he began snorting and sort of dancing around. Once he rose on his hind legs, pawing the air as if he were trying to mount something.  Billy laughed, hung on and kept jacking.  Suddenly the horse set his hooves firmly, whinnied and began shooting.

I stood there with my mouth hanging open. The stuff shot out like white wads of rope out of a cannon.  Laughing, Billy tried to aim the giant cock at me, but I ducked out of the way. They say of some men that they go off like young stallions. I’ve had it said of me more than once. Forget it. No mortal man could possibly produce so much semen and project it such a distance with such force as that stallion did. I was in awe of him. Fuck, I was jealous. The animal settled down, snorting and stamping his feet under trembling legs. Billy let the huge cock fall like a tube of rubber and went to the lake to wash his hands.

“That is the damndest thing I ever saw,” I said. “Fuck, I’m not gonna be able to even tell anybody about it; they would never believe me.”

Still a little wet from our swim, we gathered up our clothes and climbed in the saddle naked. Billy’s horse….the one he’d jacked off….stumbled around a lot, he was so weak. We rode back toward the lodge, to the shooting range. The attendant barely blinked when he saw us riding up naked, and set about getting our rifles loaded for us. It was a tight competition, one then the other of us taking the lead with each round. Billy beat me by one point. I was impressed. 

When we rode up to the stable, Helmut didn’t seem surprised either that we were naked; just interested. Especially in Billy. Hans met us with towels. I swear the guy must stand around anticipating our every need.

 “I see you found the lake,” he said.

“Yeah, we couldn’t resist,” I said.

We were pretty much dried off by then but took the towels to dry our crotches where the warm saddle made us sweat.

“Hey, Hans, do you ever give tours of the place?” Billy asked.

“Certainly. I’ve not given you a tour? Forgive my manners. Would you like a tour now? I’ll wait in the library while you get dressed.”

I guess it was a matter of protocol that you didn’t take a tour through the mansion without clothes on.  Not having brought extra clothes, we both dressed in our uniform pants and T-shirts and boots. I was glad Billy had asked. I’d never been all the way through the place either and there was a lot more to it than I’d seen. Hans took us through like a professional tour guide. He obviously knew the place like the back of his hand. He took us through probably fifteen rooms, giving us a bit of history about certain pieces of furniture, or who had occupied the rooms. People we didn’t know, of course, but they were no doubt important to the house and the Keppler family. He told the story of one bedroom where a previous master of the house, generations back, had come in to see the stable boy in bed with his young daughter. The boy was banished from the property.

“A secret that was not so well known was that the girl’s brother, the man’s son, was so taken by the stable boy and when he learned that his father had banished him, he went after him. He never came back till his father died and he inherited the property. When he returned, he brought the stable boy with him. The boy married, of course, as he was expected to do, but the stable boy lived in the house as well.”

“The best of both worlds,” I quipped.

“I must apologize again for not showing you around Schoeneberg before; I’m sure you both would’ve appreciated this room,” he said as he opened the door to the last room at the end of a long hallway.

It was a large, well-equipped gym, complete with a shower and its own small locker room. The room was located at the far end of the south wing of the house, the curved outer wall entirely of windows overlooking the landscape.

“Wow! This is better than we had in high school,” Billy said.

“Better than at the base, too,” I said.

“You are welcome to use it,” Hans said.

“Thanks, I think I might,” Billy said. “Do you wanta work out?” he asked me.

“Yeah, I would like to try some of this fancy equipment,” I said.

“There are towels in the lockers and an array of workout clothes in the cabinet. Everything is new; whatever you choose to wear, you may take with you.”

Hans excused himself and we stripped down right then and there to change and work out. I went through the workout clothes and found a pair of sexy, gun-metal-gray, stretchy, low-rise shorts that looked like they would fit everything nicely. I picked up a jockstrap but then saw Billy pulling on a pair of yellow workout shorts without a jock. I thought a moment but put the jock on. I was glad, later, that I did. We didn’t wear any shirts, but slipped our combat and jump boots back on.

We both knew our way around a gym so we knew when to get out of each other’s way and when to step in to spot; when to keep our mouths shut, when to talk, and when to speak words of encouragement. Guys who spend time in a gym know those things. Billy was a powerhouse, and I thoroughly enjoyed watching his muscles strain and ripple and bulge as he pumped the heavy weights. He had words of admiration for my build, too.

“I wish I could get as ripped as you,” I said. “How’d you do it?”

“I really didn’t do anything special to get this way; sometimes it’s just in the genes,” I said.

“Well, you sure got the right genes. I would like to meet your dad,” he said.

“He’s built,” I said. “Best built guy his age I ever saw. But hell, look at you. You’re one of those guys that people say, “He’s got muscles in his shit.”

He twisted around to look over his shoulder in the wall mirrors. “I wish I could shed some of this butt, though. I did too many squats in my lifetime.”

  I wanted to laugh but I didn’t. In his lifetime? He was barely eighteen. But he had obviously done something that built his massive thighs.

“You’ve got a great looking butt,” I said outright. “I’ll bet it drove the girls wild, seeing you walk down the hallways at school with those big, solid bubbles packed in a pair of tight jeans.”

He smiled and laughed, a little embarrassed. “Well, I did get voted the guy with the best butt in the whole school,” he said. “Well, best arms, best thighs, best chest, too. Another dude beat me for best abs, though. Fuck, he had abs that looked like a plate of armor. Like yours. How the fuck do you get abs like that, anyway?”

“You’ve got abs like this, but you may not be able to display them as well because you’re beefier. But I can see the six-pack.”

“Fuck, man, you’re carrying around the whole case,” he said.

“Like I said, its mostly genes; nothing I had anything to do with,” I said.

“You got all the right fuckin’ genes,” he said.  

I had to wonder if he was talking about my manhood; I thought I saw him glance at my shorts when he said it; they were bulging out pretty bad.  “You need to quit bitching; you got plenty of the right genes yourself,” I told him as I gave a quick glance at the front of his shorts. Fuck, I could see the outline of the head of his cock.

I had stepped over to spot him on his last set of bench presses. I stepped up on the platform at the head of the bench, my knees bent at the ready, to assist if he needed it. I was pretty close to a turn-on, watching his broad, thick pecs bulge under the strain as he pushed the weight up. I could’ve laid my fingers between his chest muscles and they would’ve squeezed them when they flexed. It was sexy, too, the way he sort of twisted and pushed his hips up as he strained at the top of the motion. On what I thought was the last rep I reached down and wrapped my hands loosely around the bar. I didn’t lift; I barely touched the bar, but I was ready. Billy shook his head, indicating that he had one more rep in him. I went down with him, intentionally low so my crotch rested lightly on his forehead for a few seconds. I thought he nuzzled his face up into my shorts but I couldn’t be sure. We went back up and I let him struggle with it before I offered any assist, and even then, I barely lifted. I thought it was psychological; that he pushed the bar all the way up himself, only thinking that I was helping. I did help rack the barbell, though, so he wouldn’t drop it on himself.

“Whew!” he whistled softly as he flung his arms out and settled his butt back onto the bench.

“Pretty impressive,” I said.

“Thanks.” He lay there catching his breath, his chest muscles and his abs stretching sexily as he breathed.

“Can I ask you something? Its pretty personal,” he said.

“If its too personal, maybe I won’t answer it, but shoot,” I said.

“Did Kurt make you have sex with him?”

I was taken aback, probably visibly so, and I hesitated for the seconds it took me to decide, one, whether to answer him, and two, whether to answer truthfully.

“He, uh….he didn’t…..make me,” I replied.

“But you had sex with him,” he said, looking up at me with those big, innocent eyes.

“Yeah,” I said. “He made it worth my while,” I added, as a defense for my actions.

“Yeah, me too,” he said.

I was glad he didn’t ask how much, or mention the thousand bucks I’d received when Kurt wasn’t even there.

“Are you going to have sex with him again?” Billy asked.

“It hasn’t come up. And possibly, it won’t,” I said. “He’s not even here. He wasn’t around the last time I was here.”  I chose also not to tell him about Wolf.

“You ever had sex with any other guys? Besides Kurt I mean, ” he asked.

Billy was one of those guys who could ask you anything without being offensive. He came across as a young, innocent kid who was just curious about things and if he wanted to know something, he asked. Still, I hesitated before I answered him. That should have been a clue for him but Billy, in his innocence, didn’t take it that way.

“Sorry, I was probably out of line, asking you that,” he said.

“Have you?” I asked, turning the tables on him.

“A couple of times,” he said.

I was taken aback again by his bold truthfulness, even though he had made that remark about being attracted to guys. I sort of smiled and said, “Be careful the Army doesn’t find out about it.”

We let it drop for the moment but I had the feeling it wasn’t finished. Billy had more on his mind, I was sure of it. We moved on to separate stations, Billy to the leg machine to work his hamstrings and I went over to the pec deck, right next to him, to work my chest and to watch Billy. Fuck, he had such big legs, and his hamstrings contributed greatly to their size. The muscles fairly bulged when he pulled the weight up with his heels. Equally impressive was his bubble butt; the way it flexed and bulged when he strained to bring the weight up made my mouth dry.

“I was sort of hoping we would share the same room,” he said, between grunts as he hefted the weight.

It was so casual, the way he said it, that it was almost hard to read anything into it.

“I suppose that could still be arranged,” I said.

“No kidding? You would be okay with us sleeping in the same bed? Well, I guess that answers my question of a minute ago.”

I finally had to laugh. “I don’t think it does,” I said.

“What, you think I want to sleep in the same bed because I’m afraid of the dark?” he said.

“Are you?” I asked.

“Stop playing with my head,” he said. “You’re either interested or you’re not.”

I didn’t commit.

“Well? Are you?” he asked, and he let his arms drop to rest a moment.

“Depends on what you’ve got in mind for me to be interested in,” I said. I was being very protective of my manhood. Things might change once, and if, we ended up in bed together, but I wasn’t going to put myself or my wants out there before he did. 

“What would you have in mind?” he asked. “And don’t play with my head. Dancing around the issue don’t accomplish anything.”

“Well, since you asked….your butt looked mighty fine in that camo jockstrap,” I said.

“My butt wasn’t exactly in my camo jockstrap,” he said with a chuckle.

“That’s the whole point,” I said.

“You like to fuck, huh?”

“I’m partial to girls, but I think even I would’ve noticed your tight, bubble butt packed in a pair of tight jeans walking down the hallway,” I said.

“I wouldn’t have minded having you as a teammate in the locker room, either,” he said.

I finished my last set—actually, I cut it short—and stepped over beside his machine. He had just started to lift the weight when I brushed my hand up the back of his thigh.

“Feels kinda tight,” I said. “You gotta be careful working hamstrings, you can pull one real easy.”

“I know, that’s happened to me,” he said.

“Has it?” I said as I dragged my fingers up and down the back of his thigh. Then I clasped both hands around his leg and began massaging the thick hamstring muscle.

“Mmnnnn, that feels good,” he said.

I moved my hands to his other leg and he moaned again. Then I straddled the machine at about his knees and massaged both legs at the same time. I was getting a hardon. I moved my hands higher and higher on his thighs till my thumbs were probing into his butt muscles. I probed harder into the taut muscles, poking between them through the material of his shorts.

“You should know that you’re giving me a hardon,” he said.

“Then the massage is working. I’ve already got one,” I said.

I clasped my hands around his taut butt muscles. He clenched them, hard as bowling balls, then let them relax. I massaged and kneaded the thick muscles, digging my fingers into the crevice between them. As I kneaded and massaged upward to the small of his back I curled my fingers into the waist of his shorts and tugged them down. He raised up from the bench so I could pull them off his hips and down his legs to his knees. Then he lifted his legs so I could pull them off of him, leaving him in his boots.

“Damn!” I whispered as I took hold of his bare butt.

“You like that, huh?” he said over his shoulder

“Shit! You know it. You’re reducing my partiality to girls to about nine percent right now,” I said. Within a couple of minutes of kneading the taut muscles that went down to zero. I had never gotten so worked up and turned on by another guy’s ass.

As I worked his ass with one hand, I tugged my own shorts down, one side then the other, till I had them down as far as they would go, standing astraddle the machine. Then I stepped aside and pulled them off, working up a mouthful of spit in the process. I straddle the machine again and pulled his butt apart and dropped the mouthful of spit squarely into the crack.  I caught it quickly before it could run down and worked it into the crevice, giving particular attention to his hole. My cock was sticking straight out and I dropped some spit on it while I was at it. I worked a thumb through his hole, causing him to wince, and moved up a little over him and the machine.

“Hans won’t come in, will he?” Billy asked in a hoarse tone.

“It won’t matter if he does,” I said. “He knows what goes on around here.”

I worked my other thumb through his hole, alongside the other one, and began massaging the thick sphincter muscle just inside his ass, stretching it apart.

“Mmmnnnnn,” Billy moaned softly.

As he began to relax I shoved my thumbs in as far as I could. His asshole clenched tightly around them.  I cold feel the soft, delicate lining of his ass, squeezing and undulating around my thumbs, welcoming or trying to push them out, I couldn’t tell. But Billy wasn’t stopping me.

“Ohhh….awwwhhh…..awwh, man, you’re gonna fuck my brains out, aren’t you?” he said.

“I’m gonna do my best.”

I pushed my cock down from its upward angle, pressing the head between his butt muscles and lodged it firmly against his hole.

“How big is that thing, anyway?” he asked, reaching back for my cock.  His head snapped around when he felt my girth and his hand moved down to the base then up the shaft to find my length. “Holy Fuck!” he gasped, craning his neck to try to see it.  “Man, I don’t know if I can take that. I never saw a cock that size before, except on that stallion.”

But he wasn’t pushing my cock away; the head was still lodged against his asshole and I still had the pressure on. He didn’t let go and I pushed harder, as if he were guiding me in. Then he let go and clasped both hands around the handles in front to hold onto. I shoved hard and the head popped through.

“Awww! Fuck!” he cried out, snapping his head back.

“Yeah, we’ll wait a minute,” I said.

I gave him a minute to get used to it then started shoving in deeper. He lifted his head again and his shoulder muscles hunched tight but he didn’t cry out. I shoved all the way in, maneuvering around some obstacles along the way. When I ground my loins against his butt he dropped his head, as if in defeat. Then I started fucking him. That’s when he perked up.

“Ohhhh….Ohh, fuck….Awwwhhh….ohhh…..awwwh, mannn, you go in deep!…..Ohh….Ohhhhhh…..Ohhh, yeah, fuck me…..fuck me you big stallion. Awww, Fuck…..you’re like that fuckin’ horse!” And on and on, through the whole time. I think he liked to hear himself getting off on his own groaning. Sometime or other he had pulled his cock from under his stomach and pulled it down between the two padded sections of the bench and was jacking himself off. I reached down and pulled his hand away.

“Don’t get yourself off too quick, I want this to last,” I said.

“You can fuck me again tonight; hell all night,” he said, and took hold of his cock again. He didn’t last long. It was nothing in particular that I was doing, I didn’t think, except that my cock was filling him up and sliding probably across every nerve ending inside his ass; but I think it was just that he was so hot and horny by nature. He shot off too soon for me and I kept fucking him.

“Geezusss, man, leave me an asshole,” he said.

“If you can’t handle this, how’re you gonna handle getting fucked all night?” I chided him, and kept pounding him. I fucked him till I shot off. He squealed and moaned as I pumped my come deep in his ass and I think he went off a second time. Like I said, Billy was horny.

Again, we never saw Kurt. I surmised that he planned it that way, leaving two guys alone to their own devices, then he would come into the picture when only one of us was there.

Billy was insatiable. He shared my room and I did damn near fuck him all night, between blowjobs. He was the cock-hungriest guy I ever met, and I liked him. We fit together, not just physically, but in every other way. By the time we parted company to return to our units, we were like brothers. He said I was like the big brother he never had and I told him I would be proud to call him my little brother. I could not know at the time just how much I liked him. Hans discreetly handed us each an envelope as he saw us to the limo, saying that Mr. Kurt had said to give them to us. The driver delivered us to the train station and we caught separate trains back to our bases.

To be continued...

Posted: 01/15/10