Weekends at Schoeneberg
  (A Soldier Making Extra Money)

by: Peter

(© 2009 by the Author)

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Chapter 9

I thought of Billy all way back on the train, so intensely that it almost made me cry. I still really liked the guy, despite what he’d done to me.  Maybe because of what he’d done to me. But nearing the barracks, my thoughts returned to Ryan. I couldn’t understand how my emotions could be torn between two very different men, nor why I had these feelings for other men at all. My life was turning topsy-turvy.

Ryan was glad to see me. Really glad to see me. He was stretched out on his bunk in his briefs, reading. A big smile came across his face and he laid the book down when I came through the door.  I stepped back and locked the door.

“Hey, we can’t lock the door,” he said, sitting up on the edge of his bunk.
“I just did. Fuck, man, you look sexy in those shorts,” I said.

“I don’t want to have to deal with the questions if somebody comes, ” he said. He got up and unlocked the door then went to his locker and started putting his clothes on.

“I didn’t mean to offend you, about your shorts,” I said.

“I’ve got us a place,” he said.

“Where?” I asked, suddenly excited.

“Better change into your fatigues; its not the Ritz,” he said.

I tore off my uniform and hung it up and changed into my work fatigues. I dug into my shaving kit and discreetly removed a tube of lube.  If Ryan had gone to the trouble to find a place for us, it was probably time to take things to the next level.

“Where is this place?” I asked again.

“I’ll show you.”

We left the barracks and walked past the PX toward the motor pool.

“The motor pool?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“What about the guard?”

“He just walks the perimeter. He never goes inside. The guards don’t have keys to get inside,” he said.

“And you do?” I asked.

“No, but I found a way in,” he said.

We walked down the dark, narrow street alongside the motor pool till we came to the far end of the first building where tall grass and weeds separated it from the high chain fence. I was surprised the Army allowed it go to un-mowed.

“How do you know where the guard is?” I asked.

“He’s on the far side, walking around the tanks. It’ll take him ten minutes to get back here. I’ve timed him. Come on.” He led me around behind the building to an overgrown, obviously unused dock. We climbed up on the dock and he knelt down and slipped his fingers under the big overhead door. With very little effort he lifted the door enough for us to crawl under it. It creaked from disuse, and if the guard had been close by he would’ve heard it. Once inside we pushed the door back down. The place was dark except for a naked bulb tucked here and there in the beams above the long expanse of parked trucks and other vehicles. I wondered how we would get back out without being caught, but I was too involved in an adrenalin rush to worry about it. We moved between the duce-and-a-half trucks till Ryan picked one at random and opened the door on the driver’s side. He climbed up into the cab and moved to the other side to make room for me.

“Fuck, man, this is crazy,” I said as he pulled me up.

“Yeah, ain’t it,” he said with a chuckle as he was peeling off his Army-green T-shirt.

“Are you getting naked?” I asked.

“Hell, yeah, might as well go all the way,” he said.

His guts gave me the courage. I started taking off my clothes. When he was naked except for his socks, Ryan put his boots back on for some reason. I didn’t give a fuck what reason, he looked sexy as hell in just his boots, and I did the same. He cock was hard and he was stroking it, waiting anxiously, leaned back against the door with one leg extended under the dash and his other leg cocked up against the back of the seat. I didn’t make him wait. I crawled between his legs and took his cock in my mouth.

“UUUhhnnnnnn!” he moaned softly as I started sucking his cock. “Ohhh, I wasn’t dreaming….it’s every bit as good as I remembered.”

Yeah, it was. I sucked and slobbered and moaned my own little tune of pleasure as I moved my mouth up and down his thick cock. I had already decided I was going to deep-throat him next time I got hold of it. I started working on stretching my throat, forcing the head of his cock against the opening harder and harder each time.

“Are you trying to swallow it?” he asked in disbelief.

“I’m going to swallow it,” I said.

“Aww, shit, man, I gotta see this,” he said.

It took me awhile but I gradually got over my fear and worked the bulbous head through the opening of my throat.  The sound of Ryan’s gasping moan when the head shoved through gave me the impetus to go on. I slowly worked my mouth down the shaft, forcing it up into my throat. He was big and my throat was tight and I had to really concentrate on controlling my gag reflex. My eyes started to water. But I persevered. I wanted this guy’s cock. I wanted his pubes brushing my lips and I wanted to be down there where I could lick his balls with his cock in my mouth, like guys had done to me. It was a long journey but I finally made it.

“Holy Fuck! I don’t believe this!” Ryan exclaimed as he sat gaping between his legs where his cock once was. It was worth the effort just to hear the tremor of pleasure in his voice.

I held him as long as I could then raised up, carefully un-impaling myself till I held the head of his cock in my mouth. Then I went back down. It was easier the second time, and the third and the fourth, and soon I was giving him head full throttle, taking personal advantage of every tall inch of his magnificent cock. I was back in my little corner of heaven, oblivious of the thoughts of Billy that had been relegated to the back of my mind; and damned proud of myself. All that mattered was this big, muscular stud who was giving himself to me so willingly.

He had to stop me a several of times so he could hold off. I sucked his balls while I waited for him to cool down. Once I nuzzled my face in under his balls, lapping at the crack of his ass but he didn’t take the hint.  Finally, I lifted his left leg onto my shoulder and tilted his butt up off the seat so I could get to his ass.

“Ohhh, Shit!” he gasped as he pulled his legs up tighter against his chest, realizing what I wanted to do.

I tongued his ass and licked his balls for awhile then raised up and asked him if he wanted to fuck me.

He lifted his head with a surprised look. “Are you talking ass fucking?”

“It’s the only way I know how to get fucked,” I said.

“Sure….hell, yeah….fuck, yeah, man,” he said eagerly.

I dug into my pants pocket for the lube. I lubed up his cock for him first.

“If you’ve never done this before, just know that this beer can cock of yours is going to hurt like hell going in, so take it easy,” I told him as I lubed up my ass.  “Now, raise up so I can lay down,” I said.

He got up from the seat and hunkered back against the dashboard so I could lie down on the seat. Then he crawled on top of me, between my legs which were spread out, one on the dash and the other one resting high against the back of the cab. I was convinced that Ryan had never fucked another guy before. He couldn’t find my asshole.

“Your asshole isn’t as big as pussy,” he said as he fumbled.

“Not by a long shot,” I said. I reached down for his cock and guided him on target.

“Shit, that’s hot,” he said.

“Yeah, it’s hotter inside,” I told him.

He pushed but nothing happened. I clasped one hand around the side of his butt to encourage him. He pushed again but didn’t go in. I squeezed his taut butt muscle, urging him forward.

“You’ve got a muscle butt that could drive that cock through a concrete block, you oughta be able to penetrate my ass,” I said.

He shoved again and went in. Way in! All the fuckin’ way in!!

“Geezusss!” I gasped, fairly spitting the word out through clenched teeth.

“I’m in,” he said.

“Fuck, tell me about it!”

I hadn’t explained that he should wait till I got used to the girth of his cock tearing my asshole open, and he didn’t. He plowed into me like he was turning new ground with a plow and a mule. And he was the mule.

“Geezussss!” he whispered as he pressed his loins against my spread butt. “Fuck, I never had a pussy that felt like this!”

Maybe I just forgot how incredibly wonderful all the other times were, but Ryan took me to a whole new level of heaven. Maybe he’d never fucked another guy before, but he was an expert cocksman and the rudiments were the same and he quickly found his way around my ass. He damn near fucked my brains out. I thought I might have to shove my eyeballs back in my head. My Godd, he could fuck! And he didn’t seem to have any idea when he would stop.  I forgot we were even in the fuckin’ motor pool with a guard strolling around outside. He fucked me till my ass started going numb. I didn’t care; I still had feelings in my cock that I was stroking intermittently.

“Damn, stud, my butt muscles are getting sore,” he said at one point.

“Your butt is getting sore?” I scoffed, mockingly.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No! Fuck, no!”

Judging the time later, I figured he must have fucked me for over an hour. That doesn’t count the time I spent with his cock in my mouth. That was just the fucking, cock-pumping time. Non-stop. He was like a machine. When he finally dumped his load he pounded me so hard the truck was rocking and the springs were creaking. A duce-and-a-half is a solid truck, with solid, stiff springs; he had some real hip action going on. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He rested on top of me for several minutes before he started to raise up.

“I gotta be heavy,” he said but I tightened my hold on him.

“You’re okay,” I said.

“Thanks, man,” he said. “That was the most incredible fuck I ever had.”

“Yeah, it ranks right up there,” I agreed.

“This wasn’t your first time, was it?” he asked.

“It felt like it,” I said.

“It wasn’t, was it?” he asked again.

“No, but I’m pretty new to it.” In my mind, being fucked with a nightstick and fisted didn’t count as being fucked like being fucked by Ryan Stucker.

“Shit, I’m glad you made that move on me in the tent,” he said.

“I’m glad you were open to it,” I said. “I was scared I might end up being pussy in Leavenworth.” My cock was still throbbing mad. Ryan finally noticed it, even though he was laying on it the whole time.

“You didn’t go off,” he said.

“You figured that out,” I said dryly, laughing.

“Want me to jack you off?” he asked.

“You would do that?” I said.

“Hell, yeah, after what you did for me.” He raised up but didn’t pull out, and bent over so his head wouldn’t hit the roof of the truck. He took hold of my cock as if it were the most natural thing in the world—It had to be the first time he’d ever touched another man’s cock—and started jacking me off,

“Its not gonna take long,” I said.

He wasn’t bone hard, but he had enough stiff to move his cock in and out of my ass, and he started fucking me again in rhythm to his hand moving up and down my cock.

“Ohhh….ohhhh, it’s not gonna take long for sure, doing that,” I said, squirming around on his thrusting cock.  I stopped him when he shoved in on the next thrust. “Hold it right there, let me do the work,” I said.  His cock had brushed against my prostate and I wanted him to leave it there and let me use it to get myself off. I rode his cock in short jabs and little circles, massaging my prostate with his hot cock with incredible results.  My eyes crossed and I knew I was coming. I grabbed his wrist so he wouldn’t let go and guided him to do it harder, forcing his hand down hard so the heel of his hand slammed against my balls.

My cock exploded. I mean the stuff shot up like old faithful, splattering against the truck roof. It was a dull splat; my come was heavy and thick, and it stuck to the roof. I got it on the window and on the dash and more on the roof, and when Ryan didn’t control the trajectory, I shot all over his face and arm.

“Shit, man!” he said as he ducked out of the way, but kept jacking me off.

Ryan was amazed at my come, both the volume and the delivery.

“Fuck, how do you come like that? You shot at least thirteen times!”

“I’m a heavy shooter,” I said.

“You’re a fuckin’ tank.”

“Part of it was the way you were handling my cannon,” I said.

“We’ve got a hell of a mess,” he said, looking at the come-splattered truck cab. “Fuck, its on the roof of the truck! Look, it’s plastered up there. And all over the window and the windshield and the dash. Shit!”

“On your face, too,” I pointed out.

With a growl, he groped for his T-shirt and started wiping come off of his face. Then he began cleaning it off the windshield. He smeared it pretty bad. I raised up and found my shirt and tried to help him clean up the mess.

“This truck’s gonna smell like come for a month,” he said.   
“Yeah, I would like to be a fly on the steering wheel when some guy discovers it,” I said, laughing. “Listen, next time, so we don’t make a mess, why don’t you cap it with your mouth,” I told him.

“Don’t ask me to do that,” he said. “Don’t even say that.”

“It was worth a try,” I joked. “Hey, thanks, though, for taking care of it for me.”
“Least I could do, the way you took care of me,” he said.

We started getting dressed.

“Fuck, we’re going to have to put these T-shirts back on,” Ryan said. “We can’t take the chance of getting caught carrying them.”

“Wouldn’t be any worse than being caught wearing them, all cum soaked,” I said.

We got dressed and made our way to the back of the building. At the overhead, Ryan punched the illuminated dial on his watch.

“Three minutes,” he said.

“Till what?” I asked.     
“Till the guard has moved far enough to the tanks so we can slip out without being seen.”

“Damn, you timed all of this?”

“If he didn’t get stopped to talk to anybody,” he said.

We sneaked out without incident and made our way back to the barracks.

“Listen, that was risky as hell,” I said.

“Yeah, I know, but it was damn sure worth the risk,” he said.

“This time. But I don’t think we oughta do it again in the motor pool.”

“Where, then?” he asked.

“Wait till we can get off base,” I said.

“That can be weeks. Shit, I can’t wait that long,” he whined.

“And when we go out on maneuvers,” I added. “You can make up for lost time then.”

We were probably the only two soldiers in the outfit who prayed for maneuvers. I didn’t forget about Billy, though. Ryan and I were more celibate than not and I yearned for the little stud from Tennessee, despite what he’d done to me; hell, maybe because of it. I was torn between the two men. I wanted Ryan and he was right there in the next bunk and I couldn’t have him. And I wanted Billy. And the next problem, I knew, was going to be, who would I spend my weekend passes or overnights with. I decided in the back of my mind that I would spend my overnights with Ryan since there wouldn’t be enough time to travel to have any quality time with Billy. I thought I would spend my weekend passes with Billy, but when the first one came up, I just couldn’t disappoint Ryan.; he was so looking forward to it.

It was a painful dawning when I finally realized that I might be falling for both of the hunky studs. Not just sexual infatuation. I mean, I was having feelings that a guy ought not to be having for another guy; like the deep, permanent type. I called Billy a couple of times but we couldn’t get anything arranged. One of those times I had to fight to keep from blurting out how I felt about him. I was stunned when I received a letter from him. 

Hey, Stud.

Just a note to say some things that I can’t seem to get out over the phone. The words just won’t come when we’re talking.  First, I want to apologize for what I did the last time we were together. I thought it would be kinky fun, but I know I scared you, and probably hurt you. I don’t know what got into me, but I’m sorry. I promise I will never do anything like that again unless you ask me to, but I don’t know if you liked it that much. All I really want to do is worship your body the best way I know how, to give you all the pleasure I can and make you want to come back to me. I hope what I did isn’t keeping you away. Okay, I’m going to come right out and say it. I think I love you, man. That scares the hell out me but it doesn’t change the fact that I’ve got such strong feelings for you. I don’t mean just sexual feelings. I’m talking feelings like, could we maybe make a life together outside of the Army. Or even stay in and make a life together as soldiers, maybe transfer to the same outfit. It wouldn’t matter to me as long as we could be together. I hope I’m not out of line with this. If I am, you’ll let me know.

     Billy. 

I gazed at the letter for a long time.  “Damn,” I swore under my breath. Why did he have to complicate things?  Now I had to deal with that on top of my own feelings that I was wrestling with. I put the letter in my pocket and carried it around for the rest of the day and read it three more times so I could remember what he said. Then I went to the latrine and tore it up and flushed it down the toilette. Not as a gesture of rejection or disrespect of Billy’s feelings; I couldn’t keep such a letter anywhere in my belongings. There is no privacy in the military. I wrote back and told Billy not to write any more letters like that; I had no place to keep them and I didn’t want to take the chance of somebody getting their hands on them. That wasn’t all I wrote. 

Dear Billy:

Don’t write any more letters like that. Got no place to keep letters like that and you don’t know when somebody might open it. Having said that, I’m writing one just like it to you, but I won’t write another one. I know what you mean about not being able to get things out over the phone. Thanks for the apology, but looking back, I don’t think it’s necessary.  I don’t know what the fuck got into you either, and I don’t know if I want to do it again, but it was pretty wild.   No, its not what’s keeping me away; we haven’t been getting passes. Hey, fucker, I am way okay with worshipping my body any way you want, but its not gonna take that to get me to come back down there; just a weekend pass.  Damn, Billy, you laid some heavy shit on me. I’m not even going to write it here….I’m gonna wait and see if you can say it. It scares me too, more so because I’ve been having some pretty mixed up feelings myself lately. You’re not out of line with anything you wrote but I think we need to wait till we see each other and talk face to face.

         Hunter 

Now I was really torn, with some serious shit to deal with. I had some pretty deep feelings for Billy, too, but Ryan was a physical presence in my life, something I was reminded of on those brief overnights that we spent romping around various hotel rooms. We moved around to different hotels so we wouldn’t be recognized.  I lamented over how my life had taken such a turn. Or maybe it hadn’t just taken a turn. Truth was, I had been driving my life around those turns at breakneck speed, and I was afraid I was going to crash and burn.  In a desperate move, I went to talk to a priest. Not face to face. I took it into the confessional.

When he slid the little door back and began mumbling his prayers and blessings, I sucked up my courage.  I didn’t bother with a confession. That wasn’t what I was there for.

“Father, I brought this into the confessional so you wouldn’t have to rat me out,” I said.

“As a chaplain and a priest, I wouldn’t rat you out anyway unless it was something extremely serious.”

“It might be, according to the Army,” I said.  “Can a person love two people at the same time, Father?”

“Yes, of course.”

“And love ‘em the same?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I think that would have to be up the individual. One can’t judge another’s feelings or the depth of those feelings,” he said.

“I’m being a coward, Father. Let me rephrase that. Can a man love two men at the same time?”

There was dead silence. I waited.

“Father?”

“A man shouldn’t be loving another man in the first place, not in the way I believe you mean,” he said.

That wasn’t the answer I wanted, and it was so far off base I wasn’t going to accept it.

“All due respect, Father, that wasn’t my question,” I said bravely.

“One man loving another is an abomination in itself. Loving two men is….well, I believe first, you need to ask yourself if you are gay, or if this is just a physical infatuation. Are these two men gay, or are they straight men who are using you for their own selfish pleasure? Having said that, my best advice is, be very careful. You’re in the Army, son. You’re going down a slippery slope, one that could lead you into a lot of trouble.”

There was a long pause; apparently he was finished. I didn’t get the answer I wanted, but I guess I didn’t expect to. I certainly had no right to expect any such answers from him as a priest.

“Thanks, Father,” I said, finally. “I would appreciate it if you would stay in the confessional till I’m gone. I don’t want you to see who you were talking to.”

“It wouldn’t matter if I did,” he said. “But before you go….I’m not sure, was this supposed to be a confession?”

“No. I guess I just needed somebody to dump on. And that’s what you get paid for, isn’t it?”

I heard him chuckle. “Yes, that’s what I get paid for.”

I left the confessional and the chapel feeling better, even though I didn’t get the answers I wanted. I guess I wanted approval; what a dumb place to go looking for it.

Billy didn’t write anymore but he called. Of course, we couldn’t talk about anything personal; you couldn’t know who might be listening in. We talked about general stuff and how we wanted to get together again real soon. Of course, we both knew what that meant. But we never did. I didn’t go back to Schoeneberg either. Feeling the way I did about Billy and Ryan, there was something about going there and being paid to have sex that didn’t set well with me anymore. It was dumb and foolish; I could act like a whore with Billy and Ryan, but I wasn’t being paid and that made it okay. Even noble.  Geez, how screwed up was I?

Billy solved part of my problem, although painfully so. Out of the blue, he called me to say that his time was short and he was being sent stateside. It took me by surprise; oddly, we had never talked about our time left. I hit me hard but I still had Ryan and we took advantage of every opportunity. Days, and sometimes weeks if we were having war games, spent in the field on maneuvers were heaven, to him as well as me. I swear, I think he took something or ate a special diet in preparation for those times; he was insatiable. By the time we got back to barracks at the end of maneuvers our asses were dragging. The training was long and tough, and so were the nights. In between times, we spent overnights at some small hotel or other and weekend passes we traveled to other towns.

There was a time when I thought Ryan might be falling for me; one night in a room in a small hotel in Frankfurt, in the throes of lust and passion he blurted out that he loved me. I was shaken to the bone and I reveled in it for the moment, but I was afraid to put much stock in it. He gasped it out in between spurts of come that he was depositing deep in my bowels, and a man will say about anything at a time like that. Once, when our two roommates were gone on a weekend pass I gave him a blowjob in our room. And we went back to the motor pool a couple of times where he fucked my brains out, but the next time we went, the overhead door wouldn’t budge. Somebody had discovered it and fixed it.

After Billy’s departure, I had the presence of mind to know when Ryan’s time in Germany would be up; four months before me. I dreaded his leaving. I almost got teary eyed in a bar one time when we were talking about it.

“Fuck, man, it’s gonna hurt,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “It hurt when your other buddy left.”

I gave him a blank look.  I didn’t remember mentioning Billy to him, just that a buddy was going back to the states. He just smiled while I took a sip of beer to stall off saying anything.

“You don’t think I know I wasn’t the only one? I don’t know if you were involved, but he sure as hell meant something to you.” He took a long sip of beer, waiting for me to say something.

“He meant a lot,” I said, finally.  “And I meant a lot to him, and I think I hung him out to dry.”

“How?”

“He poured his guts out to me about how he felt…..I never got together with him after that,” I said.

Ryan bit his lower lip, nodding.  “Your passes…..you used ‘em up on me,” he said.

I nodded.

“Well, fuck, man, why didn’t you say something?”

“What was I supposed to say? Hey, Ryan, I’m dumping you this weekend to go spend it with Billy?”

“Yeah, something like that,” he said. “Hell, I wouldn’t have cared. Well, I would’ve, but you should have said something.”

“I sort of wish I had, now,” I said.

I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you,” he said. “You woke this sleeping monster inside me, I don’t how I’m gonna keep it tamed.”

“The monster isn’t inside you; it’s living down there between your legs,” I said. “And you won’t keep it tamed. No reason why you should.”

“Okay, I was having a noble moment there,” he said with an embarrassed shrug.   “When I get sent stateside, I’ll wait till you get sent back,” he said.

It was the only time Ryan ever gave a hint that he cared that much for me, implying that he would wait for me.  We never explored it beyond that. It wouldn’t have been fair to either of us. Not fair and not possible. Hell, we were both boiling with testosterone.

We both knew without saying it that there had to be one last time before he left Germany. That time for us was different than other times when he insatiably fucked my brains out and brutalized my throat and left me with his semen swimming in both ends. No different except it was our last. I told him goodbye in our room. I wanted to kiss him but we’d never advanced to that stage and I didn’t want to take the chance of blowing everything we had together. If he were the kissing kind, I figured he would’ve done it by then.

To be continued...

Posted: 02/05/10