I arrived in Germany just before Christmas; I was the new kid in our armor
unit; I was the guy who had to fit in with a bunch of guys who had been friends
for at least a year. While they accepted me as part of the tank crew without too
much trouble, it was hard breaking into their social scene. My crew mates liked
to go into town and get blasted away, coming back to the barracks so drunk they
had to be poured into bed. That wasn't my style.
Being eighteen, I couldn't legally drink in the World, so getting drunk and
stuff was kind of new to me--and quickly got old with my second major hang over.
My tank mates actually scared me at times, operating heavy equipment either hung
over, still drunk, or stoned out of their gourds. I really didn't fit into the
That's why, when I went into town, I would go to the quiet gasthauses (taverns,
bars, watering holes); it was at one of the quiet places that I first met
Dieter. It was a Friday night, just before New Years Eve, we were given a
training holiday in conjunction with the holiday off. I had four days of
freedom, four days where I didn't know what to do.
When I walked into the gasthaus, the German locals looked up and went back to
their drinking, talking, and playing cards. Dieter called across the room, with
a sweet German accent, "You're an American, aren't you?"
"It shows, doesn't it?" My GI haircut stood out and marked me as an American
He laughed, "We don't get many Americans in here!" and invited me to join his
friends and him at their table. Dieter made the introductions to both men and
women sitting at the table. Dieter was around 5'9" and skinny. He had shaggy
blonde hair that came down to his ears; he had a sweet face and very pink lips.
As the evening progressed we linked arms, sang beer drinking songs, told stories
about ourselves, and had a good old time. I have to be honest, the women were
quite beautiful and I got hornier as the night went on.
The gasthaus closed at midnight; we gathered up our things and walked into the
cold, clear Bavarian night; we took our leave of one another, shaking hands,
hugging, kissing good-bye. I didn't look forward to the walk back to the Kaserne
(what we called our bases in Germany), not because it was cold and dark, but
because I was lonely. As I got ready to start back, Dieter asked if I'd like to
go to his apartment and have a couple of more beers and watch some German
television. He loved Americans and loved to talk about America. He wanted to
visit New York in the worst way--and since I was from upstate New York, we
became instant friends.
Dieter's apartment was nearby. We walked up two flights of stairs, through a
door, and into his apartment, which was originally built in 1632! He took my
coat and I sat on the sofa as he went to the kitchen to get us some beer. When
he came back into the room, he flipped on the television set and I was surprised
to see soft-core porn on something that wasn't "pay per view." I quickly learned
that German TV played pornography late at night. We sat and watched the movie,
chatting about New York, and drinking our beers.
At two in the morning, drunker than I'd like to admit, I told Dieter that it was
time for me to be going. He laughed and said that I'd probably fall down along
the way back to the Kaserne and freeze to death. It would be better for me to
stay at his place that night. I didn't argue with him and asked where I would
"If it doesn't bother you, you can share my bed. It's big enough for both of
"No problem." I unbuttoned my shirt, undid my jeans and they fell to the floor.
As the jeans fell down, my cock popped up through the slit in my boxers. I was
still hot and horny from the porn.
Dieter looked at me and laughed, "I have the same problem." As he dropped his
jeans and there, in his dark blue bikini briefs, I could see his cock trying to
escape. We looked at each other for a few seconds, wondering what to do. I was
confused--sure I had checked out the other guys in the showers in school and the
barracks, but I never had a reaction like this before. Was it the beer? Was it
the porn? Was it me?
I walked over to Dieter looked him in the eyes. He looked back, our gaze never
wavering. Our heads came forward at the same time, our lips met and locked, our
tongues working into each others mouths, wrapped in each others arms. Dieter
pulled me and we fell onto his bed, as my hands moved up and down his body.
Kissing him, i slowly moved my hand around his stomach, down his front, and
touched his rock hard cock through his bikinis--my first feel of man meat (other
than my own) in my life. Dieter moaned softly as I rubbed his cock, feeling it
harden even more. I pulled on the elastic band and put my hand into his
bikinis--his body shuddered in anticipation which further excited me.
I pulled his panties down, releasing his cock from their prison. I began to rub
him as our kissing became more passionate. Our tongues danced together. I knew
what I had to do as I broke our embrace and went down on Dieter, my new friend.
I had never done anything like this before. I didn't know what I was doing or
what to expect as I took Dieter's cock in my hand and wrapped my lips around his
cock head. I sucked him in and he moaned--I kind of expected it to feel like a
broom stick in my mouth and was pleasantly--very pleasantly--surprised to find
Dieter's cockhead was more like a marshmallow as I sucked on it. Dieter moaned
as I ran my tongue across his pee slit, the salty precum, heightening the
excitement. I took his cock out of my mouth and run my tongue down the underside
of his shaft, coming back up the shaft, feeling his veins with the tip of my
tongue, circling his cock head with my tongue, sucking his head back into my
Dieter began slowly thrusting his pelvis up and down, his cock going in and out
of my mouth. His thrusts picked up speed as he moaned in ecstacy, softly calling
my name, "Jim, Jim, Jim." His thrusts became more and more intense and softly he
told me that he was going to cum. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what
to expect. So I continued to suck Dieter's cock as he thrust in and out of my
mouth, until, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" and he exploded in my mouth. I took the full
thrust of cum as he wrapped him arms around my head, telling me, "you're so
good, that was so good," as his thrusting slowly subsided.
What do you do with a mouth full of salty cum? No, contrary to what other men
say, it's not "sweet," it's salty, very salty. Not knowing what else to do, I
swallowed, as Dieter stroked my head. Looking back at it, the taste wasn't that
bad; it's like coffee--I didn't like that the first time I swallowed it either,
but I can't get through the day without my coffee, and taking a hot guy's load
in my mouth is as exciting as it gets.
Slowly, I extracted myself from Dieter's embrace; looking at him intently, I
told him, "Now it's my turn for some fun."
Dieter looked at me and smiled. "Jim, will you fuck my ass? I want you to do it.
Fuck me. Please fuck me."
Dieter opened his night stand drawer, took out a tube of something or the other,
put some into the palm of his hand, rubbed it around the palm of both hands, and
then lathered up my cock, making it slippery. Dieter dropped on to his back,
lifted his legs, putting them on my shoulders, and said, "I want to see your
face when you fuck me."
Nervously--this was my first time with any type of sex, much less gay anal
sex--my lubed cock searched for his waiting ass hole. Looking as I did it, I
took my cock in one hand, and guided it toward his waiting rose bud, slowly
easing into his ass, watching the grimace on his face as I penetrated him with
my 7inch thick cock. "Fuck me, fuck me, Jim." And I began to thrust my cock in
and out of his hole. I wish I could say I fucked him for twenty minutes or an
hour--but after about twelve thrusts, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" As I grabbed his
waist and pushed my cock in as far as it would go, squirting cum deep into his
ass, moaning in ecstasy, back arched, experiencing something I never felt
before--but would want to feel again.
I slowly uncoupled from Dieter's ass, completely drained, and he drew back the
comforter, as we settled into bed, falling asleep in each other's arms. This was
just the start to my four day weekend!
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