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 scene.
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 soldier.
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 sleep.
"If it doesn't bother you, you can share my bed. It's big enough for both of us."
"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 mouth.
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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