Weekends at Schoeneberg
  (A Soldier Making Extra Money)

by: Peter

(© 2009 by the Author)

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Chapter 7

It was on the train ride back to Gelnhausen that I began to realize what an impact Billy had on me in the short time we’d been together. I re-lived every moment together, almost every thrust of my cock and every slurp of his mouth.  Godd, he was a good cocksucker, made better, I think, because he made no apology for liking guys; he never referred to himself as being gay, and somehow the label didn’t fit him. And he had the most gorgeous ass I’d ever seen. I squirmed in my seat just thinking about it. I hated leaving him. I took the paper out of my pocket with his address and phone number on it and gazed at it. I would definitely call him.

But again, duty called, and by late Sunday afternoon I was back in my barracks; back in the Army. Ryan Stucker and I walked to the mess hall to eat Army chow and listen to the din of vulgar Army talk around us.

“How’d it go with your girl?” I asked him.

“Great! I wanted to go with you, but I’m glad I didn’t. We had an incredible time. And not just the sex. How’d it go at Schurnburg Castle, or whatever it’s called?”

“Schoeneberg,” I said. “It went good.”

“Just good?”

“There was another guy there, from Ray Barracks in Friedberg,” I said. “I wasn’t expecting him.”

“How’d that go?” he asked with a sly grin. “You had to share the girls, huh?”

“Yeah, we, uh….we had to share; I didn’t have them all to myself this time. But we traded off,” I lied.

“You didn’t fuck ‘em in the same bed, did you?” he asked with a wider grin.

“Matter of fact……”  I didn’t say anything else so it wasn’t exactly a lie.

“No shit! Hell, that’s four people; man, that’s an orgy! That must’ve been wild.”

“It was pretty wild,” I said. I hated lying to the guy but I didn’t want to tell him that all the sex I’d had was with Billy; I hadn’t even seen Nina and Elga.

As much as I liked Billy—hell, I missed the guy—Stucker still did something for me. He did a lot for me, actually. He turned me on and he kept me awake nights. I knew I was going to see Billy again, or meet him someplace, but Ryan was my nemesis. He haunted me. He was right there in the same room with me every night, came back from the shower and jerked his towel off when he came in the room.  Something had to give. By the time we went out on maneuvers again I had decided that I was going to bite the bullet and make a move on him; something I hadn’t even done with Billy on a reciprocal basis.  But I would, next time I saw him; I had already decided that.  My curiosity was getting the best of me, especially after I’d let Wolf fuck me. Making a move on Ryan was a terrible risk that could ruin me, but I would let him know that he was worth the risk and maybe that would therefore diminish it. If he didn’t tell, then I would be safe.  I really didn’t think he would get mad and turn me in, even if he rejected my advances. It would’ve been smarter to settle for Billy, of course; he was gay and he knew all about me, but he was in Friedburg and Stucker was my roommate. The attraction, the feelings for Ryan, were too great to be ignored.  In the back of my mind, I knew I would probably have to make a choice some day but that was far off.

We were going in the field for a week. I managed to buy some poppers at a club in town that sold them under the counter.  Yeah, I needed some false courage. Maybe I needed something to blame it on if things went wrong. It rained the second night out, and rainy nights in Germany are cold, no matter what the season. Our tents were dry, we had the front closed up nice and snug, but we were wet coming back from the war games, we had to change into dry clothes. The two-man tent was tight quarters, and two guys our size moving around, trying to dig out dry clothes from our packs and getting out of our wet clothes was like a Chinese fire drill. We kept bumping into each other. The time, the place, the circumstances—especially us getting out of our clothes—was all just right.

I was in dry shorts….the ones Kurt had bought for me….and a T-shirt. Ryan had slipped on a pair of those same tiny, white briefs and was pulling on a T-shirt. Fuck, he looked sexy as hell in the light of the lantern, which gave me the courage I needed to dig the bottle of poppers out of my pocket for my real courage. I uncapped it and took a hit.

“What the hell is that?” he asked.

“Poppers.”

“Poppers? What do you need poppers for? Shit, man, are you on drugs?”

“No,” I said, taking another strong hit. “But I need this for what I’m about to do.”

“What?” he asked, with a bewildered look.

I took another quick hit in each nostril and capped the bottle. My head was spinning and my eyes were glazing over—I’d taken too much—and warm and fuzzy was surging through my veins.

“This,” I said, and reached out for the front of his shorts. I got a good hold, not to hurt him, but a nice handful of his manhood.

“Wha…!!” he choked, gaping down at my hand, mouth open and eyes wide, with a look as if somebody had sliced his cock off. 

For a full ten seconds—that’s a long time—he didn’t try to stop me. Then he took hold of my wrist. “What the fuck….are you doing?” he asked in a gasped whisper.

“Just let it happen; let me do it,” I said, squeezing him gently. “Please. I promise you won’t regret it.” I didn’t know what I was saying. Like I had so much experience sucking cock. But I would do it, and I would be good for him.  “Please, man….don’t say anything,” I begged in a hoarse whisper. I moved on my knees closer to him. Still with his hand around my wrist, I pulled the front of his shorts out from his stomach and put my hand inside.

“Oonnhhh!” he gasped as I took hold of his cock.  It felt wonderful; so big and meaty and thick and it was coming alive.  It was cold to the touch, from us being wet from the rain.

“I’ll warm this up for you,” I said, pulling on it. With my other hand I was working his shorts down off his hips.  He didn’t help me; I think he was still in a mild state of shock. I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth.

“Ohh, Fuck!” he gasped in a hoarse whisper.

I craned my neck to look up and see the dumbfounded, wide-eyed look, his mouth hanging open, just before he had the good sense to turn off the lantern. I wished he’d left it on so I could see him but I felt safer with the tent plunged into darkness, and braver. With a hard suction, I pulled as much of his meaty cock into my mouth as I could hold, using my tongue like a sponge to wash it all around. He moaned deep in his belly. I began sucking him, with no particular technique, but as I’d felt others mouths do on my cock.  I thought I was doing pretty good; he was sure sounding like he was liking it. I twisted around and lay down in front of him with my head between his legs. As his cock hardened, Ryan had to hunker forward for me to get at it. He moved to the right of my shoulder and hunkered over in a quasi-pushup position so he could feed it to me. His heavy balls smacked me gently in the face as he began fucking my face.

I reached for my own hard cock to give it a squeeze, but that’s all. I wanted to make better use of my hands on Ryan’s muscular body. One hand stayed on his cock or around his balls. My other hand was all over him; reaching between his legs to squeeze his taut butt, or feeling his washboard abs or squeezing his thick pecs. Sometimes he followed my hand with his own, as if to guide it where it felt the best. I was in heaven, wondering what had brought me here but in a place where it felt like I should’ve always been. Surely, it was fate that had brought me to this pivotal point in my life, at a time when I was in these circumstances to be alone in a dark tent with this handsome, muscular stud in the middle of a foreign land.  It was as if all else in my life had been saved up for this. It was my defining moment, and in those passionate, lust-filled moments, it was who I was.  I heard Ryan swallow, hard.

“Fuck, man, I’m getting close,” he said in a hoarse voice.

I didn’t get off his cock to answer him. I would answer him with my mouth and my tongue. Give it to me, they both said; give me your hot, thick semen! I trembled with anticipation, and a little fright. I didn’t know what I was going to do with a mouthful of come—I hadn’t through it through that far—but I couldn’t let him shoot it somewhere else, all over our sleeping bags. I’d heard a lot of snide remarks and crude jokes about guys turning in their sleeping bags all stained and crusty.

“I’m coming!” he announced in a hoarse gasp.

I tried to brace myself but he still took me by surprise. I mean, the feel of warm semen spurting into your mouth is something unique in all experiences, followed by the taste as the stuff coats your tongue and permeates your taste buds. It didn’t taste like caramel syrup but it excited me beyond belief, I think because it was spurting out of Ryan Stucker’s big cock. I was actually receiving the very essence of his manhood in my mouth; the thick ropes of semen that contained his genes, his testosterone, everything that made him a man. It was awesome. And plentiful. I couldn’t believe how much he was giving me. His cock quivered and bolted and kept pumping come into my mouth in big volleys and I wondered if he was going to stop, where it was all coming from.

Finally, his cock was throbbing empty and his arms were shaking under his weight. He shoved himself up and his cock stretched part way out of my mouth. I lashed my tongue around the head, slathering it with his own semen.

“Uuhhnn….oonhhh….I can’t take any more,” he gasped as he pulled his cock free, leaving a trail of come across my face. He maneuvered around and into his sleeping bag. I lay gazing up into the darkness, savoring the moment; savoring the taste of him. I wanted to tell him how wonderful it was but he was quiet, lying with his back to me. I gave my cock a hard squeeze but let go and crawled into my sleeping bag. The tent was surprisingly warm from our body heat and it smelled of come and male sex. It was a wonderful smell.

I wondered what was going through Ryan’s head. Did he hate me? Did he loathe me? Would he report me? He probably wouldn’t, since he’d been a willing participant. But he could make something up; like I made a pass at him, groped him, something that would incriminate me and not himself.  I really didn’t think he would do that, but it was hard to tell what he was thinking after he had his pleasure.

“I didn’t know you did that.”  He spoke in a soft tone but it reverberated around the tent.

“I guess I didn’t know it either, till now,” I said. It was surprisingly easy, talking in the darkness.

“That was the first time?” he asked.

“Yes. Was it the first time for you?”

“Yeah. Sure was,” he said.

“You won’t tell anybody, will you?” I said.

“No. Fuck, no. Why should I?”

“Good. Thanks. Because I would do it again if you’re open to it.”

“Yeah…yeah, I would be,” he said. “But we gotta be careful. Out here is okay, but not back at the barracks.”

“No. Fuck, no,” I said. “We can go someplace off base, maybe; in town.”

“Mann, you sure surprised the shit out of me,” he said, turning over on his back.

“I surprised myself,” I said. “I don’t know where it’s been all this time, but it just suddenly came out.”

“Let’s be glad it came out with me,” Ryan said. “Some other guys might not have been so understanding and willing.”

“I wasn’t sure you were gonna be at first,” I said.

“I wasn’t sure myself, I was so shocked. But fuck, it felt good,” he said.

“I tried. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, but I tried.”

“It felt to me like you did. In fact, I’m getting another hardon just talking about it,” he said.

“Do you want some more?” I asked.

“If you want to. If you wanta practice,” he added, jokingly.

I raised up and leaned over him. He had pulled his sleeping bag back and I groped in the dark for his cock. He took my hand and guided me to it. It was indeed hard again.

“Fuck, man, it feels harder than the first time. Bigger, even,” I said.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, his hand around my neck, urging me down. 

Next morning, it was as if nothing had happened. We crawled out of our sleeping bags and got dressed and went to the make-shift latrine to wash up and shave and brush our teeth for chow, with the usual banter with the other men. Walking back to our tent there was no one else close by and he spoke of it.

“I can’t believe three times,” he said.

“I can’t believe you delivered like you did,” I said.

“I didn’t have much choice,” he said.

“You’ve really got a pair on you,” I said.

“I can hardly wait till tonight,” he said. “And four more nights out here. That is if you want to. I don’t mean to come on like I’m using you or anything.”

“You’re not,” I assured him. “And if you were, not any more than I would be using you.”

“Listen, we’d better not talk about it,” he said, looking all around.

We didn’t talk about it anymore but it was all I could think about, and I think it was the same with Ryan. Every time we looked at each other, he smiled or winked. I did him every night for the next four nights, at least twice and sometimes three times. I thought his balls and his prostate should be swollen from working overtime to produce so much come and keeping his cock hard so much. It was the most wonderful five nights and the most exciting military maneuvers I’d ever been a part of. 

For those five nights I barely gave a passing thought to Billy. But back in the barracks, with things back to normal….as normal as they could be….thoughts of him cropped up again. I was torn. I called him. He was happy to hear from me and I was all smiles as I talked to him. He told me the best times for him to get a weekend pass so I put in for one to coincide with his. We decided to meet about the halfway point, in Karlsruhe. I was ashamed that I more or less put Stucker behind me as I walked out the gate of the kaserne to catch the train.

To be continued...

Posted: 01/22/10