Weekends at Schoeneberg
  (A Soldier Making Extra Money)

by: Peter

(© 2009 by the Author)

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Chapter 10  

I got a little bit loony after Ryan left. Restless, horny and loony. I went back to Schoeneberg with the full intention of reestablishing my macho manhood via Elga and Nina. Much to my surprise and disappointment, the girls were no longer at Schoeneberg. In my long absence from the castle, they got involved with two American GIs and got married. The lucky bastards, I thought. My disappointment was short lived, though, when I met their replacements. No, they weren’t two young, pretty frauleins who shaved their pussies. Nina and Elga had been replaced with two boys. I mean boys. They were both nineteen, going to the university, but they looked like boy scouts. They were gorgeous—built, handsome and hung to a fault—and gay as the day is long. Not obviously so; to the casual eye, they were boys you wanted your daughters to marry. To the trained eye, you knew you’d better keep your teenage sons locked up.

I was used to Stucker’s insatiability, but those two boys exhausted me. They loved being fucked and my cock spent most of our time at Schoeneberg buried in one or the other of their tight, muscular asses. In between times, it was buried in their throats, being primed to plow their asses again. Kurt asked if he could film us and I agreed. By the time I left I was drained to the point that I think my prostate and my balls were shriveled up from being sucked dry. My cock, on the other hand—bless the big fucker—stayed primed till the very end.  The icing on the cake was that I left with another thousand bucks in my pocket.

I got one short letter from Ryan that he wrote on the ship going home. It was pretty general but I was able to read between the lines that he hated going as much as I hated for him to leave. But he never mentioned anything about us ever having sex together. Ironically, shortly after that I heard from Billy. It was a letter I didn’t want to receive, but was glad I did, and another one that I couldn’t keep. I started to read it in my room but a few lines into it, I decided I needed to go for a walk. I read it sitting under the big tree out behind the PX. 

“Hey Dude”…..I scanned down to where I’d left off, where he was telling me about some guys he met at an orgy at some guy’s apartment off base. Then he hit me between the eyes…..“I met this guy, his name is Ryan Stucker. Not at the orgy…..”  I dropped the letter. I mean, my fingers wouldn’t hold the weight of the paper. I picked it up, found my place and read on……“Not at the orgy; we met at a bar and hit it off right away. I mean we hit it off! The only way to describe him….he’s a lot like you; a stud. He’s a stallion in bed. My Godd, he can fuck from sundown till sunup. And a delivery system that ought to be in the Guinness book. He reminds me so much of you, it hurts, man.” 

I read on, my chest tight with air that I couldn’t get in or out of my lungs. By the end of the letter, it sounded to me like Billy had fallen for Ryan as hard as he said he’d fallen for me. I wondered how Ryan felt about him. I wondered if I would hear from him, telling me about meeting up with some cute little muscle stud from Tennessee who liked to fuck.

I tucked the letter in my pocket and walked around for awhile, trying to picture them together. It was hard, yet it was easy. Hell, they were built for each other, just like I was built for both of them. I wandered around, thinking, wondering how the hell I’d come to this point in my life, when I was thinking about two guys I’d been with instead of two women. Back at the barracks, I went to the latrine where I reread the letter then tore it up and flushed it down the toilette. There was a painful tugging inside me, as if the swirling water were sucking my guts out.

For solace, I returned to Schoeneberg and the two teenagers. They gave me solace and more sex than any man had a right to. The thousand dollars didn’t hurt either. I didn’t see Kurt. He was “away.” It seemed he was simply providing a place for horny American GIs to come and relax and unload; and get to know each other on their own.

When I couldn’t get to Schoeneberg I went to the bars in Gelnhausen and ventured into Frankfurt when I could get an overnight pass. On one of those ventures I met a black sergeant named Carl Washington. It wasn’t so unusual that we met at the urinal. It was one of those where you stand and piss on a wall and it runs down into a shallow trough in the floor. He was a little bit drunk; I was a lot drunk, and feeling down because it looked like I was going to return to Gelnhausen chaste. Standing there beside the big black sergeant gave me renewed hope. I was taken aback by his cock; I was probably visibly shaken. It was the biggest damned thing I’d ever seen. From my vantage point and perhaps my impaired vision, it looked like it hung to his knees.

“Geezussss!” I exclaimed. “Geezusss!” I said again.

He laughed; probably used to such reactions. He finished pissing but stood there till I was finished, then he pulled on it and shook it several times before he made a great show of lifting it and stuffing it back in his pants.

“Shit! Can I buy you a drink? I wanta salute that thing,” I blurted out.

He laughed. “I was getting ready to head back, but yeah, I’ll have another beer,” he said.

We sat at the bar and drank two more beers together and talked about the Army and the availability of German women.

“They’re al lot more available to you than they are me,” I told him.  

“Looked like you had plenty to offer ‘em,” he said.

“Ha!” I scoffed. “They’re gonna find the land of plenty between your legs, not mine,” he said.      

He laughed, undaunted by my remark, and downed his beer. “Well, I gotta be heading back?” he said.

“Back to where?”

“Gelnhasuen.”

“No shit! I’m at Gelnhausen,” I said, almost breathless to find that this big, handsome behemoth was stationed right where I was.

“You got wheels?” he asked.

“No, I’m using public transportation; the train,” I said.

“Hell, come on, I can give you a ride.”

Oh shit, I thought, I was going to be in the same car with this big stud for the forty clicks back to base. I was wondering how I was going to keep my hands off him. If I tried it and he didn’t go for it, all they were going to find of me was a heap of muscle and bone somewhere in a ditch. Part of me said, don’t go with him. I knew I’d had enough beer that I wasn’t thinking straight and beer always gave me courage I didn’t really have; and I had developed a lot of courage since Billy and Ryan. But I couldn’t turn him down.

We were driving out of the city and I’d been noticing just how big the guy was. Shit, easily two-seventy-five, maybe three hundred very solid pounds. I could imagine that you could almost feel the ground shake when he walked. We got to talking about German women again, and how much they liked guys.  I made the remark that they would walk right over us white guys to a black man. He laughed.

“You know I gotta ask this…..,” I started to say.

“You wanta find out for yourself?” he interrupted, turning to look at me with a sly grin, his perfect teeth bright against his black skin.   

“How’d you know what I was gonna ask?”

“If I had a dollar for every time I was asked how big my cock is, I could be retired by now,” he said.

“It doesn’t offend you, then?”

“Hell, no. It used to, when I was younger and just discovering that I was hung so much bigger than other guys, and they would make fun of me. But then some girl got hold of me and showed me just how much a girl appreciates a well-equipped guy, and she sort of spread the word around the neighborhood and the guys didn’t make fun of me after that. They were too busy keeping an eye on their girlfriends.” He laughed again, a deep belly laugh.

“Shit, I wouldn’t make fun of you for your big cock,” I said. “What kind of dumb-ass makes fun of a mountain? But now you’ve got me curious.”

“You didn’t answer my question; do you wanta find out for yourself?” he asked again.

“Just tell me,” I said.

“Thirteen inches.” he said.

“Holy Fuck! That belongs on a horse!”

“It is on a horse,” he said.

“Yeah….yeah, I guess it is.”

Neither of us said anything for a few minutes. We passed a sign that read twenty-two kilometers to Gelnhausen and I felt a twinge of panic. I didn’t want to get to Gelnhausen too soon. Suddenly he turned off the highway and drove down a side road till he found a place to turn into a forest. My heart skipped a couple of beats; what was he doing? Had he read my mind?

“Gotta take a piss,” he said as he turned off the engine and opened the door.

“Yeah, I guess I’d better do that, too, so you won’t have to stop again,” I said.
I got out and leaned against the car as I hauled my cock out.

“Hey, don’t piss on my car,” he said.        

“I won’t. I’ve got it aimed straight down,” I said.

“Good, piss on your boots,” he said, laughing.

I tuned around to face away from the car, making a wide circle with my stream of piss that sort of sparkled in the moonlight. My legs were unsteady and by the time I was finished pissing I had to lean back against the car.

“I guess I didn’t get your name,” I said.

“Carl Washington. I told you once,” he said.

“Yeah, I remember now.” I stayed leaning against the car. My legs were solid under me now, and I was afraid if I moved they would buckle. Just then Carl came around to my side of the car.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, just admiring the moon,” he said.

He laughed, standing with his hands on his hips. I was disappointed that he had put his cock away.

“If you think I’m gonna put that away for you, you’re mistaken,” he said.

I looked down at my own cock still hanging out of my pants. I lifted my head with some effort and looked at Carl.

“I would put yours away for you,” I said.

He laughed again. He had a great laugh, one that came from the belly. It was as if the sound of his laughter reverberated against his stomach muscles, which I knew must be like a steel plate, it was so flat.

“Go ahead, haul it out, I’ll show you; I’ll put it away for you,” I told him.

“Shit, you can’t find your own to put it away,” he said.

“But yours would be easier to find, it’s so fuckin’ huge,” I said. “Fuckin’ thirteen inches huge.” Then I struck upon a little scheme to egg him on. “I find that hard to believe, that anybody could be carrying around a cock that size. But if its true, you’re so fuckin’ big, it must be big around as your wrist.”

“It’s bigger than a beer can,” he said, not to brag, but just stating fact.

“It’s gotta be awful heavy to carry around,” I said.

“I’ve got the legs for it,” he said.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’ll bet you do. Fuckin’ legs like tree trunks. Fuckin’ legs that could break a guy’s neck if you had him in the right hold.”

“And what hold would that be, white boy?” he asked.

A tiny shiver went through me when he called me white boy. I wasn’t a bigot and I didn’t believe he was either. It was just what big-cocked colored guys called white guys if they knew them well enough.

“I don’t know, I guess with them locked around a guy’s head,” I said.

“And what would a white boy’s head be doing between my legs?”

“I don’t know, wrestlers get each other in holds like that all the time,” I said.

“Are you a wrestler?” he asked.

“I did in high school.”

“Did you ever find your head locked between some guy’s thighs?”

“Yeah, more than once,” I said.

“I’ll bet it smelled real good, his sweaty crotch.”

“I don’t remember,” I said

He laughed. “Fuck, you don’t remember.” He looked all around then unzipped his pants. He dug inside and hauled out his cock.  He let it fall and it swung with its own weight. “There you go, white boy, let’s see you try to put it back.” He walked toward me, his cock swinging majestically. On the way, he reached in and hauled out a pair of balls the size of ones I’d seen on the stallions at Schoeneberg.

I gaped at him. I didn’t doubt for a minute that the thing could grow to thirteen inches. He stood in front of me, within reach, with his hands on his hips.

“Do I have to?” I asked. “Put it away, I mean?’

“I can’t drive back with all this hanging out. What’d you wanta do with it?” he asked.

I reached out for it. My hand wouldn’t go all the way around it. It dwarfed my hand, even in its flaccid state. “I would be your white boy anytime,” I said, looking up at him.

“Well, we’re stationed at the same place, maybe you will be,” he said.

I was tired playing games. I slid down the side of the car to my haunches so I was face to face with his huge manhood. I wrapped both hands around it and pulled on it. It dwarfed both of my hands even in its flaccid state. I lifted it up and licked around on the head, tasting his precome. I wondered if I would be able to get it in my mouth when he was hard.

“Godd, you’re big,” I said.

“You ain’t seen big yet,” he said.

I opened my mouth wide and bought the head of his cock through my lips before it got completely hard. Carl took my wrist and pulled my hands away and held them against the side of the car.

“You don’t need your hands, all you need is a big mouth and a wide-open throat.”

No, I tried to say, I couldn’t take it in my throat! But Carl was already prodding his cock against the back of my throat and I couldn’t speak.

“Open up, it’ll conform to the curvature of your throat and go down real easy before it gets totally hard,” he said.

I tried to shake my head but it was suddenly clasped in the grip of his huge hands, like it was in a vise, while he held my wrists with the other.  He started pushing his cock at me, out to prove it that I could take him.

“Don’t worry, white boy, I’ve had this big fucker stuffed in more throats than I can count; most of ‘em white. Trick is to swallow it before it gets hard.”

 He forced the head of his cock into my throat and I was surprised how easily it slipped through the opening. He was big, but meaty, and my throat squeezed his meat to confirm. He pushed deeper and I knelt there in fearful awe of the oversized cock disappearing before my eyes, sliding deeper and deeper into my gullet. My awe turned to terror as his balls came closer and closer to my face. He didn’t stop till my face was smashed into his pubes and his balls were smashed against my chin. I didn’t know where his cock had gone; maybe into my stomach. I could feel it throbbing and swelling and snaking even deeper, and getting thicker. Bigger than a beer can, he’d said. I couldn’t picture myself swallowing a beer can and the idea scared me. He kept his hand clasped around my head to hold me tight. Oh, Geezusss, I thought; he’s going to choke me to death. Still, when he saw I wasn’t going to fight him he let go of my head and wrists and I wrapped my arms around his massive thighs, like they were life preservers. My eyes were watering but I bravely fought down the gag reflex as I clung to his thighs.

I wanted to do this but I didn’t know how long I could. After a moment I got scared and eased my head back, slowly extracting his cock from my throat.  When the head popped into my mouth it felt twice as big and there was twice as much black cock between my mouth and his pubes. I got off of it and wrapped both hands around it.

“Holy Shit! You weren’t lying,” I said as I jacked his cock with both hands.

“Its not there yet,” he said. “It’s got an inch or so to go. Why don’t you go back down on it and see if you can swallow it again.”

“No, I….I can’t. You’re too big, no way I could get all that down my throat now.”

“How about in your ass?”

Ohh, he’s going to fuck me, I thought. “I don’t think I could take it,” I said. But I knew he was going to do it anyway. He was going to fuck me right there in that little corner of a woods in the middle of Germany and I couldn’t stop him. I was big, and built, and a trained soldier, but he was all of those things, plus a hundred more pounds of muscle. I was at his mercy. And, I’d said I would be his white boy. He reminded me.

“You said you would be my white boy,” he said.

“Yes, but…..”

“But nothing,” he cut me off as he cupped his hands in my armpits and brought me to my feet. He went for my belt. “Come on, get out of your pants and shorts, you can leave your shirt on,” he said.

I brushed his hands away to do it myself, otherwise, he might have torn my clothes off of me. I had to kneel down to unlace my boots and take them off and he smacked me in the face with his cock. It had gained its additional inch or so, and I could see he wasn’t lying about his size. When I had my boots off I removed my pants and Carl yanked my shorts down. I took them off and was naked from the waist down except for my socks. He grabbed my waist and turned me around against the car, sprawling me over the side of the hood.

“You’ve been fucked before,” he said, as if he were stating a well-known fact.

“Not by anybody your size,” I said, sounding frightened only because I was.

He laughed. “You won’t have to say that after tonight,” he said as he began squeezing my butt and pulling it apart. “When I get done with you, you’ll be able to take anything anybody comes at you with.”

I was scared but I had to do it. I had to have that monstrous black cock up inside me. I didn’t know where he was going to put it but I think I would’ve begged him for it if I had to. I jutted my butt back and braced myself as he pressed the head of his cock against my hole.  He went in without much effort on his part; my asshole just spread open and took him. I stifled my gasp but my eyes popped open. It felt like he’d shoved a baseball in my ass. Luckily, his cock was more spongy than solid, like hard rubber and it conformed to my ass as much as my ass had to conform to his cock. Once through the hole, he slowly buried all thirteen inches.

“Ohhh….ohhh, Godd….Ohhh….fuck, how much more…..Ohhhhhh…..ohh, Godd, how much  more?”  I moaned as he impaled me on the huge cock.

“That’s it. You’ve got it all,” he said, laughing softly.

I knew that; I could feel his balls against mine, and his wiry pubes against my spread butt. He held still for a moment then began the long withdrawal, and I moaned from the awful emptiness it was leaving behind.  When my asshole was clenching tightly around the thick gristled rim, he shoved back in. 

“Ohhhhh,” I moaned again, tossing my head back.  “Ohh, My Goddd….you are so fuckin’ big!”

“Yeah, but you like it don’t you, white boy?”

“Yessss!” I hissed.  “Awww, Yesss, I love your big black cock! Fuck me. Awww, fuck your white boy.” As he fucked me I sort of floated off, like I was having an out of body experience, watching the big black stallion mounting his white mare. Godd, I love it, and tried to push aside the gnawing in my guts that I was indeed acting like a big white whore for the guy. But if I cared, my body didn’t, and my body was in charge. I was a bit nervous, considering where we were, but he took his time. I don’t think he would’ve given a damn if somebody had come up on us, so long as it wasn’t the MPs.  He nearly fucked my ass to mush and topped it off with a generous serving of his hot come. He flooded my insides with such a load that it began sloshing out of my ass and ran down my legs. But he didn’t stop; he kept right on fucking me and I couldn’t feel any difference in the size or texture of his cock.

“You getting anywheres near close?” he asked. “Because I can do this all night till you come.”

“I’ve been so close so many times, but it won’t come,” I whined.

“Let me help you out,”: he said, and with that he reached down and took hold of my cock. I’m big, but his hand wrapped all the way around it; so warm and strong and it felt so good that it took barely a dozen more strokes of his cock before I was shooting all over the side of his car. He fucked me for still another five minutes after I was drained and I wondered if he was going to start all over again. I wouldn’t have minded. But then he pulled out. It was a long way out and I heard his big cock smack against his thigh.

I had to gather my strength to shove myself up from the hood of the car and Carl had to steady me on my legs.

“Get your sea legs, then we gotta clean that stuff off my car before it takes the paint off,” he said.

When I was dressed, I used my T-shirt to wipe my come off his car. I was still weak and shaking when I climbed back in the car.  Carl seemed no worse for wear.

“Okay if I look you up again?” he asked as we were driving on.

“Yes,” I replied. 

“I gotta find us a place first,” he said. 

To be continued...

Posted: 02/12/10