Date: Tue, 06 Sep 2016 23:32:52 +0100 From: honey_im_back@hushmail.com Subject: Dirk Part 2 Dirk Part 2 by Peter Pumpkin Eater This is the story of a number of relationships. The main one is between a 20 year old man, and a 12 year old boy. There are also other relationships mentioned, Man/Girl, Boy/Girl(incestuous) and Girl/Girl. Some of the events took place, many didn't but it is not intended to be anything other than Fiction. References to people with specific positions in Society are ALL fiction. I do know that someone will pick up on a couple of 'Historical errors' these were intentional, to help throw the scent off anyone who might otherwise be implicated in some sort of wrong doing! There is not hot and steamy sex on every page, because life, or at least MY life was not like that! You will note that every encounter between Adults and Children in this story is initiated by the younger person, and only continues as long as the younger person is happy and safe (except maybe where the younger person is being tickled in fun!) The adult characters all believe in stopping the libido of their young friends before things get out of hand. As I said, this is FICTION, that means it is not true, do not copy any of the actions in this story. Abuse of kids is pretty much the world over illegal, what constitutes abuse does vary from land to land. You know what the law is where you are, adhere to it or face the consequences! If it is illegal to be reading this type of story where you are, either because of general law, or because of your age, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL HERE FOR? Nifty is a free to use service, but someone has to pay! Please consider making a donation by going to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html, to help keep this service out there! Because of a very shirt moment The story takes place in Germany and rather than putting all conversations in German, as they were spoken I have simply written it all in English, except where the German is important to the story, in which case I have added a translation afterwards. From part 1; Wilhelm looked for a second and said "That's not where you left the trailer before, who moved it?" "That was Peter" Stephan said, "For an 'Insel Affe' he drives really well!" I hitched up the trailer again and dirk climbed up sitting on the mudguard of the tractor. As I pulled away there was a loud crash and the sound of glass breaking, I stopped in utter panic. Part 2. Dirk and I jumped from the tractor and ran to the back of the trailer where Wilhelm and Stephan were creased up laughing. "I'm so sorry," I said shaking, "I'll pay for any damage!" They laughed even more at this and even Dirk joined in; "Peter they smashed their empty beer bottles into the trash and kicked over that empty oil drum!" I smiled and then looked very serious "I will get you for that, mark my words!" I climbed back onto the tractor and Dirk joined me and just before I pulled away Stephan also jumped onto the rear hydraulics of the tractor and holding on to the seat hitched a ride home too. When we got back to the farm Stephan asked me to back the trailer into the Diele to the sump where the corn would be tipped. Dirk opened the huge doors, which were big enough to allow a fully loaded trailer of straw to be driven in, and I backed up to the sump. Stephan told me to stop just as my back wheel was next to the second bay of the cow stalls. "To tip the trailer you need to pull this hydraulic lever" he told me pointing to a yellow painted one. He nodded for me to try and as I pulled it the trailer started to tip."You would of course need to loosen the catches so the trailer opens to let the corn out, but I think you'll do fine" "Thanks. So which field are you harvesting tomorrow, and when do you start?" I asked. "Dirk can show you the field when we have had a cup of coffee, and we'll start right after church. So you can have a lie in, unless you would like to join us?" "Well I'm not much of a church person, but I'd like to see your church, and see how different it is to ours!" Just then the phone rang, making me jump as there was an enormous bell in the hallway, so they could hear the phone anywhere on the farm. I lowered the trailer and was about to drive it out when Dirk came rushing out; "Peter can you really play trumpet?" he asked looking very excited. "Well yes, why?" "Do you read music?" "Of course, but why?" "That was our Posaunen Chor director, 4 of the trumpeters have had to call in sick and that only leaves me, and I'm only a second trumpet! Would you play first trumpet for us tomorrow please?" "Perhaps I could talk to your Director? I'd need to see the music, and it would be better if I could practice at least once with them all?" "You go inside, I'll put the tractor to bed!" Stephan told me. Dirk dragged me inside and asked his mother for the band Directors number. He dialed and then handed the phone to me. "Here is Herr Blobaum, the band director" "Herr Blobaum? I am Peter, Peter Carling, Dirk tells me you need a trumpeter tomorrow?" "Yes can you play a C trumpet?" "Well mine is B flat but I can transpose on the fly." "I have a C trumpet here, and am happy to lend it to you if you would like to join us tomorrow?" "Would it be possible to pick it up this afternoon, so I can at least get a little practice in?" "Of course, or I can bring it to you, then we could have a quick practice together with Dirk and Anka too" "Oh I didn't know Anka played as well?" "Yes she plays tenor horn. I'll be there in about 15 minutes, if that is OK with you all?" I turned to Lena and said "Herr Blobaum would like to pop round to practice quickly, is that OK?" "Of course, I'll put the kettle on!" she replied. "That's fine" I said to the Band master, "Lena is putting the kettle on!" He laughed and said, "It's a farm, the kettle is ALWAYS on!" Anka came into the room and Dirk explained what was going on. She smiled and said "I didn't realize you were a musician too?" "Yes he plays trumpet AND Bagpipes!" Dirk enthused. "That I must see!" was Ankas reply, looking to my nether regions and obviously thinking about me in a Kilt! "I think I need a quick wash, if that is OK?" I asked turning to Lena, "I'm sweaty and dirty from moving that wood around at Wilhelm's" Before she could answer dirk grabbed my arm and dragged me to the bathroom. "Please may I shower with you, to save water and time?" He asked me. Lena who had followed us laughed "Be careful Peter, if Dirk has a say in it you'll be a lot longer under the shower than you planned!" I blushed at her double entendre as she passed us a couple of warm towels. We went into the bathroom and started to strip as there was a knock at the door. before I could answer, or cover up, Lena walked in with my clothes from the bedroom; "You might need these, Herr Blobaum might not be able to concentrate if you practiced in the nude!" "Muuuum!" Dirk called out, "you're embarrassing.!" "Sorry, I'll leave you 2 to S H O W E R!" she said using her fingers to emphasize the word shower. The shower was big enough for 4 or 5 people, but Dirk insisted on crowding me, touching 'accidentally' at every opportunity. "No Dirk, we have no time we don't want to keep Herr Blobaum waiting!" Dirk pouted and made a final grab for my rock hard dick, stroking it just 3 times before I unloaded a months supply of baby batter! "Dirk, we really shouldn't do that you know, the bathroom door is not locked and anyone could walk in!" "I know but it was fun, at least you'll be soft now when we are playing" he whispered. I lent into him and kissed his forehead "I could go to prison for a very very long time for letting you do that" "I'm not telling, so how would anyone know?" We got out of the shower and dried ourselves, Dirk asking me to help him, which of course got me hard again. Dressed we went to one of the other rooms off the hallway and there Anka was already setting up music stands and her Tenor Horn. There was also a piano in the corner of the room and while waiting for Dirk to set his trumpet up I grabbed one of the music books from the stand, opened it and found a simple version of 'Nun Danket', Now thank we all our God. I looked at it and started to play on the piano. Dirk and Anka joined me and we played it through. As we finished there was applause from behind us and Herr Blobaum was standing at the door. "Hans, Hans Blobaum." he said offering his hand. "Peter Carling" I replied taking his rather limp grip and shaking it firmly. He smiled and said "Well at least you can read our music OK, and you get the tempo about right too." "Thanks, music is of course the one true international language!" I replied. Hans passed me a leather covered trumpet case with a very old silver rotary valve trumpet."I hope you can cope with the German rotary valves?" he asked "Well I have played a little French Horn, and that had rotary valves, so I should be OK with a little practice!" "Good then let us start with 'Nun Danket'!" he said. "May I just tune it first please?" "Yes of course, here!" Hans moved over to the piano and gave me a C, which I played, adjusting the slides and then he played some other chords, and I trimmed the slides to match the piano. Hans took out a trumpet too and counted us in. We played 2 verses and then at the start of the 3rd he said to me; "you take the descant!" I did, only missing playing 2 notes in all. At each mistake I raised my left hand to acknowledge my mistake and we played through. "Peter, why were you putting your hand up?" Dirk asked puzzled. "When we are in practice if someone makes a mistake and realizes it he, or she, raises a hand to tell the bandmaster that they know what they did wrong, it saves stopping at every mistake and wasting time! It is also less embarrassing to admit to a mistake than have someone tell you that you made one!" "That's a very good idea!" Hans agreed, "Maybe we should try that at practice in future?" "It takes a bit for people to get used to it, but it saves so much time!" I warned. We then went on to practice the other hymns for the service and we were all happy that it was going to work out OK. I noticed another book of trumpet music on the shelf and flipped through it. A simplified version of Jeremiah Clarke's Trumpet Voluntary. I picked up the trumpet and started, the others joining in and Lena walked in and picked up some of the organ part on the piano. I found the German rotary valve more responsive and the quick changes were much crisper. "I'll ask the organist if she will play that for the prelude, that is what it was originally written for." Hans said and asked if he might make a call. He returned moments later and smiled as we were all playing some ragtime from the same book. Dirk was playing the first trumpet and I was improvising on the solo's. Hans also joined us and as we finished, all a little out of breath I was surprised that not only was Stephan there but also a number of other adults and kids most of them with various instrument cases. One older lady had a portable electronic organ with her. We quickly set up in the hall, as there were too many of us for the practice room. "OK Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Peter, he is a soldier from the camp down the road and he has offered to make up numbers in the trumpets for tomorrow. He also has told me how the soldiers deal with mistakes in practice!" "They take them out the back and shoot them?" one little cutie with a tuba asked. "No Andreas, if we did that you would not last a week with us!" Hans laughed. Turning to me he added "Andreas does so much kissing that his lips are no good for a trumpet mouth piece, that's why he plays tuba! Anyway, in practice if you make a mistake, don't stop playing, simply raise a hand so the conductor knows that YOU know of the mistake. It saves a lot of time having to repeat the same thing over and over. I will only stop if someone makes a mistake and does not acknowledge it." We went through the music for the service, including the Trumpet Voluntary, and it seemed that most of the players, kids and adults, got the idea and we only had to stop a couple of times to correct mistakes. After an hour of practice we broke up for refreshments, Lena had just baked several trays of cookies and the kids all dived into chocolate drinks while the adults all had coffee. Dirk was at my side all the time, but Anka got her fair share of me too, causing some raised eye brows and whispered comments from some of the kids her age. Anka asked me if I had ever tasted milk fresh from the cow. When I replied no she got me a glass of ice cold full cream milk, not the crap that they sell in the shops, this was as it came from the cow, just filtered and chilled. I was hooked and all the time I was there, and when I later came back to Germany to visit, it was my drink of choice! The band broke up and I said "If we are going to the cinema we need to get ready!" One of Anka's friends asked, "Oh could you give Phillip and me a lift, we're going to see Jaws too!" Anka looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders so she hissed "Yes but you sit somewhere else, we need some privacy there!" When Stephan heard I was taking an extra couple he threw me a set of keys; "Here that pick up of yours is too small for 4, take my Mercedes!" "Well thank you sir!" I stuttered in reply and Anka gave her father a big kiss "Not so much of the Sir please, you make me feel old enough taking my little girl on a date!" He drew Anka and myself in a hug, pushing a 20 D Mark note in my hand "Look after them son!" he whispered loud enough for all to hear. I, of course, blushed but was very honored to have him call me son. As it turned out the cinema was packed and we only just managed to snag the last 4 seats together. There were a number of soldiers in there too, one came over and said; "Aren't you going to introduce us then?" looking at Anka. "Hi Dave, this is Anka her friend Heidi and her boyfriend Phillip." "Pleased to meet you" he said, offering his hand. "Where did you get the Merc from?" he asked. "It belongs to my dad" Anka replied in good English, "he thought Peters pick up was too small for the 4 of us!" "Wow he must trust you, his daughter AND his Merc!" We all laughed and he returned to his mates, explaining to them about us, and they looked over several times, some with a look of envy at the cute bird I had snagged. The film was great, the bit where the shark appeared from no where making everyone jump, it ended up with Anka on my lap and Heidi on Phillips, though I think he was more scared than the girls! After the film I offered to buy Pizza but the other two had to be back on time because of Church in the morning. As we got in the car the soldiers walked past and I called out to Dave to book me out for the whole weekend as I was staying the night on the farm. that comment got some ribald comments from the squaddys and giggles from Heidi. On the way back Heidi and Phillip were eating each others faces, so, looking in the mirror I said "try not to dribble on the seats, I'll have to clean this tomorrow!" Both sprang apart and Phillips blush was just so hot, pity he seems to be straight! Back at the farm we said our goodbyes and the 2 lovers cycled home while I parked the Merc. Once in the house Dirk led me to the sitting room where Wilhelm and his wife along with 2 other couples were sitting, drinking and chatting. I was directed to a sofa and Anka sat next to me, Dirk sat in front of me, between my legs. Beers appeared in front of us, even the boy had one, and I was told I had to have that second Appel Korn, which I did. "Man cannot stand on just one leg" Wilhelm slurred pouring a second glass for me. Anka went to the kitchen and produced a second Appel Korn bottle,"To save anyone falling over when pouring drinks!" she said, winking at me. As soon as she refilled my glass I realized it was just plain apple juice. Lena winked at me; "Not too much Peter, or you won't be able to play tomorrow" One of the women asked "Play tomorrow?" "Yes Peter is going to help out the Posaunen Chor because we are short of a couple of players" Anka explained. Talk moved on to how I learned German so well, and then on to what I do in the Army. "I'm sorry, please don't take offense but I'm not even allowed to tell my own mother what I do." Everyone except Wilhelm understood, but he got a little agitated asking if I didn't trust him. "Wilhelm, of course I trust you, but even telling you that I can't tell you what I do could get me in trouble, and I don't want to lie and say 'I drive Landrovers when that is not my actual job." Dirk produced the model Landrover and pointed out the aerials on it,"This is a model of Peters Landrover, looks like a communications one to me!" Then the penny dropped, and everyone moved on to other matters. It was almost midnight when I asked to be excused as I needed to be fresh in the morning for Church. Anka and I walked out to my car, where I had a small toiletries bag with tooth brush and so on. "Before we go to Church I will need to go into camp to get a change of clothes, so we need to be up early enough!" I told her. "Well just make sure Dirk doesn't keep you awake all night, he really has the hots for you, but it's OK mum and dad know what he is like and mum has already said that you will be good for both of us! Thank you for taking me to the pictures, at least now the girls at school will stop asking me. I have to tell you though I think I'm like Dirk, I prefer girls, just as he prefers men!" I drew her to me and hugged her tightly; "Well we can be each others cover story then, but I do really like you. If I HAD to get married to a girl, you would be number one on my list!" She pulled me closer and kissed me open mouthed, swapping tongues and spit. We went back into the house and slipped unnoticed into the hall, with one last kiss she went to her room and I to Dirks. He was already in bed, reading, topless. He had a good sized double bed, but I couldn't see anywhere else for me to sleep. "Umm where should I.." I started to ask but Dirk grinned, pulled back the covers and patted his bed, "Here, next to me" he said. "Are you sure? you have nothing on" I gulped but he gave me a cheesy grin and slowly fondled his rapidly growing penis. "I guess we did shower together, so what the heck!" Dirk turned his bedside light towards me as I put out the room light. he then started to hum the classic stripper song and I bumped and ground as I dropped my clothes to the floor, he grinned, I thought at me, but I had not heard his mum come into the room. It was only as I dived onto the bed next to him that I realized we had an audience. "I just wanted to check that you both have all you need, I see you do now" she said placing a bottle of hand cream on the bedside table. My blushes must have almost set off the fire alarms as she lent across my still uncovered naked body and gave first Dirk and then me a goodnight kiss. "Maybe you had better cover up before Stephan comes in to say good night, then you'll have a night of peace and quiet" "Or not" Dirk added giggling. I pulled a sheet over my excited body just as Stephan came in and repeated the goodnight kisses for us both. "Goodnight boys, try not to make too much noise, remember you both have Church in the morning!" "If I'm not awake early please could you give me a shout, I need to pop into camp for a change of clothes!" "Church is at 9 for 9.30, but I'll be milking the cows at 5.30!" "Oh I'd love to see that sometime, but not tomorrow!" I enthused. "Sleep well!" he told us. As soon as the door closed Dirk was all over me and I had to get him to slow down. "Dirk have you ever been sucked?" He looked puzzled and said "No I don't think so" I kicked off the covers and slid down and took his little spike in my mouth. His 3 inches fit well in my mouth and I sucked his pea sized balls in too. He gasped and started to hump my face, but I slowed him down. Edging a horny teen is not easy but I kept him close for several minutes before pushing his legs apart and licking up his perineum and up to his tight musky pucker. He grabbed a pillow and bit on it as he let out a primeval scream as his rod of iron pumped his juice of life out, the first shots hitting his chin and the pillow. I slid up and licked him clean savoring the sweet, weak juices. Dirk was out of it, exhausted from the passion. I spooned up to him and soon sleep took over. I woke with a start, hearing Wilhelm, very drunk, saying he wanted to say good night to me but his wife told him no, he was not to disturb us,"Anka and Peter have to be up early for Church" she said, making the assumption that I was spending the night with my girlfriend, not my boyfriend! 6am came round far too soon and Stephan knocked softly on our door. "Peter, are you decent? May I come in?" Without thinking I told him yes. Dirk and I were spooned naked on the bed, with no covers. "Just don't hurt either of my baby's" he whispered to me, drawing the sheet over us. "You mean a lot to them both, and to Lena and I. I know that Anka will not ever take a man, but please don't do anything to make me regret my trust in you." "I won't Sir, I do love them both, and am just worried that I may hurt Dirk when I set borders as to how far I will allow him to go." "Peter, I know that if you say no, then it means no, but I do want to learn more from you, OK?" Dirk said, "What you did for me last night was unbelievable, I never knew that I could shoot without someone touching it!" "Too much information" Stephan cried as he left the room laughing. I was about to get up and close the door, so I could dress, when Anka walked right in, wearing just a flimsy nighty which hid nothing. "Morning Anka!" I said as she lent in to give me a peck on the cheek and the lent across me to kiss her brother on the forehead. In doing so her nighty ruffled up and I got an eyeful of her hot body. Despite my preferences I boned up at the sight and smell of this hot girl. "Anka, do you have a passport or an ID card?" I asked. "Yes, why?" "Well if so you can come with me to camp when I collect my change of clothes" "May I come too?" Dirk asked. "Sorry Dirk, there's not enough room, and what would they say if they saw you come in with me? You know they must never know about us." "I'll find an excuse to take you in there next time, OK?" He pouted and turned from me but I kissed his head and then grabbed his junk and gave it a slight squeeze. "Time for me to go" Anka said. "Oh and Dirk, your ID card is out of date, remember? They would arrest us all at the gate if you tried to get in with that!" Dirk and I had a little fun and then I went to the bathroom to relieve morning wood. I had a quick wash and told Dirk I would shower as soon as I was back with clean clothes. In the kitchen Lena had a typical German breakfast waiting, fresh home baked rolls, home made butter, ham (also home cured) and jams and so on. There was a mug of coffee at my place but Lena also asked if I would like a glass of milk. The milk was soooo nice, perfect. I enjoyed the breakfast, a change from the greasy fry up that I would have had in camp. Finished and the table cleared I started the washing up. Lena tried to stop me but I insisted, so Anka and Dirk helped dry up. Anka picked up her ID card and we drove to camp. I took her to the Guard room and booked her in, the guys giving admiring glances and sly, 'I know what you were up to last night' winks. We got to my barrack block and I opened the door, calling down the corridor, "Lady in the house, watch the language and the exposure!" She asked me what I meant and I explained, "the guys swear a lot and many would walk naked to the showers at this time on a Sunday!" Just then a door opened and one of the guys walked out into the corridor naked as the day he was born. Anka gave a low whistle and he turned, blushed and tried to cover himself with a towel! "I did shout a warning as we came in! Anka, this is Alex, Alex, Anka" I introduced. instinctively he held out his hand to shake, and promptly dropped his towel. His blush would have put a perfect sunset to shame as he grabbed the towel and ran for the showers. I unlocked my room and we went in. I asked her to leave the door open as I'm not allowed to close the door when there is a female visitor. She laughed and I got my suit from the wardrobe, along with a change of underwear and socks and a pair of nice smart black shoes. "You don't need to dress up for Church, most men wear jeans and a comfortable shirt." she chuckled. "Sorry but it's how I was brought up, Sunday Best is for Church!" I explained to her. "Your going to CHURCH?" one of the guys asked as he passed the door. I introduced Anka and explained why I was going. He was also a bandsman and said it was cool, asking if he might come some time. "Sure, sometime, OK?" I said, a little annoyed that he was trying to invite himself. We loaded my bits into the car and booked out at the gate. Back at the farm Dirk was waiting nervously for our return, as if he were worried I might not come back. "That's one reason I don't want the others to get involved, you would have to be blind not to see what Dirk has for me!" In the kitchen yet another coffee was waiting for me and I asked "How much time is there before we need to go?" "Oh about an hour I think," Lena assured me, "plenty of time for you to freshen up and change!" I brought my things to the bedroom and by the time I opened the bathroom door Dirk was already in the shower, stroking himself in anticipation. I stripped and Dirk said his mum had said to put my things in the washing basket, so I would always have a change of clothes at the house. Dirk tried to suck me off, but he could not get more than just the head of my slightly more than average dick in his mouth. he ended up jacking me with his mouth near the head, licking the precum that flowed out. "Dirk, it's coming!" I warned and he took the head in his mouth, pushing the foreskin back to behind the glans and bit down ever so slightly. I have always loved to feel teeth when getting blown and Dirk pushed me full over the edge as I pumped one of my biggest ever loads into his waiting mouth. He tried gamely to swallow as much as he could, but still some escaped and I slipped to the floor, spent. I pulled him to me and cleaned up his face before sharing my semen with this oh so hot boy. Lena knocked on the door, but did not enter, "Boys, we need to go in a quarter of an hour, you need to hurry now!" "Coming!" I shouted, "I thought I heard you do that just now?" she laughed, adding "You two are so cute when you blush like that!" How could she know, the door was closed? We quickly dried off and had to dash naked to Dirks room to dress. I put on my suit and my regimental tie, and of course my highly polished Oxford shoes. Dirk was going to wear jeans and a T shirt but said "If you're dressing like that then I will too!" as he pulled his suit out of the wardrobe and put on a shirt. I helped with the tie and he held up his shoes which had not see a brush in a while. I took them to the kitchen and asked if I could have brushes, polish and an old cloth. Dirk, Anka and I got into the Merc while Lena climbed into Wilhelm's car. I quickly gave the shoes an instant shine, though both Dirk and Anka said "Ewww!" when I spat on the shoes to shine them. I explained that an enzyme in spit breaks down the polish and makes it easier to shine. By the time we got to Church the shoes were 'presentable' and Dirk pulled them on. I adjusted his tie and we got out. Hans came across to us looking Dirk up and down, "Wow THAT is smart! Peter may I introduce Pastor Jacobs, Pastor Jacobs, this is Peter Carling, the man who is helping us out today!" "Herr Pastor" I said, offering my hand. He replied in perfect English, "Please call me Thomas, so kind of you to help out!" "My pleasure Sir!" I replied in English, and I heard one of the young band members say to another, "See I told you he is English!" Before I could comment Dirk turned and said, "Oh no, you are wrong, he is Scottish!" Pastor Jacob looked at me "I didn't detect an accent there Peter?" "No Sir I was born in Scotland, but have lived most of my life moving around, mainly in England!" "OK Band we need to take our places and warm up!" Hans called as he led me up to the gallery beside the organ and showed me to a seat. He quickly explained that for Trumpet Voluntary and any descant solo's I should stand to the side next to the Organist. We quickly did some warm ups and then tuned our instruments to the Organ. Once we were done Hans indicated to someone below to start the bell and we then went into the prelude. I could see a lot of the congregation turning to look up at the band as we played. After that the Pastor blessed us and then said "many of you may have noticed a new face up in the Posaunen, we are very lucky to have Peter Carling a soldier from Camp has kindly agreed to help as we were short of trumpets! Having heard that prelude I do hope that Peter will consider coming more often?" he added lifting an arm towards me. I, of course, blushed but nodded. The service then continued and to be honest we had a blast! At the end of the service Hans sprang a piece on us that although the others knew well, I had neither heard nor played. An Irish Blessing, may the road rise up to meet you. I have to say it is one of the most beautiful pieces of music I have ever heard, and one that I shall treasure for all my days! As we packed our stuff together I went to hand Hans back the trumpet, but he told me to hang on to it, if I was going to play with them again! Back at the farm Lena had prepared a slow roast, which was ready for us, so we quickly changed and sat for an early lunch. After we all went out to the field and watched as Stephan cut the first swathe. Once he had done a complete circuit and started on the second lane Dirk told me to drive next to the combine and Stephan unloaded into the trailer on the move. It was about half full so we waited for him to complete the second lap, which filled the trailer to the top. We set off back to the farm and I backed into the Diele, though it was easier with a full load than with an empty trailer. I unloaded and Dirk set the Archimedes screw going to pump the corn up to the drying room. Lena came out with a cool bag with 4 beers, one each for us and 2 for Stephan. I never realized just how dusty you get harvesting! The field was soon cleared and the last of that corn unloaded. Stephan said "That went a lot quicker than I expected, I think we can do the long field today too! Stephan and I went up to the corn dryer and re routed the pipes to the next section before we set off to start the second field. It was long but very narrow and we only got 1 1/2 trailer loads out of it. When we were done, and Stephan and I opened yet another beer, I asked who owned the huge area of woodland bordering the fields. "That is mine, why?" he asked. "Well I ride motorcycle trials and would love to use the woods to train in. I'd be careful to keep damage to a minimum!" "I ride too, just a little, maybe you can give me some pointers?" he asked. Once the harvest is over we could make a day of it in the woods, then have a picnic and swim in the lake!" he offered. "Has Dirk tried biking yet?" I asked. "No he was not interested lat time I asked, but if his hero is doing it then maybe he would give it a go!" Stephan thought. "I have my 350 Bultaco and also a 50cc Montesa that I bought for the son of one of my Sergeants. First ride out he fell and grazed his arm, that was that, he never wanted to ride again! I'll bring both bikes up next time and he can see if he likes it." We went back to the farm and after a long drawn out shower with Dirk I said that I would soon need to be getting back. Both Anka and Dirk pulled faces but Stephan wrote a letter asking my CO to allow me to help during the harvest as he was a man short, and I had already helped so much over the weekend. Dirk and Anka were both in tears as I left; "Hey, no tears OK? I'll be back tomorrow after work and we can have some fun then, OK?" Both gave me a sloppy kiss and with a tear in my eye I set off back to camp. They had gotten deep under my skin, and I knew this was going to be a long haul. I parked up and went to check over my bikes. One of the other guys, Danny, who used to ride with me was down there at the garage cleaning his 250 Ossa. "What's with the soap and water, you'll make it rain" I joked. "I've been posted to NI (Northern Ireland) at short notice. I can get my car home but the bike is going to be sold. Harry from 3 troop has offered me £250 for it, way under what it is worth, but I need to sell now. He'll most likely sell it on for a stupid profit once I am gone!" "Would £350 be a fair price for it?" I asked. "Peter, if you want it you can have it for £300!" he offered, "and I know it'll be way too small for you but I'll throw in all of my gear too, helmets waterproofs and so on" "Is a cheque OK?" I asked. "Sure why do you want a 3rd bike then?" I told him about Anka, and that I was helping on the farm, and also that Anka had a 'pesky' little brother who might like to ride too. "Yeah I bet he's not THAT pesky, blond blue eyes and a tight butt to die for? Don't worry I saw you trying to get that stuck up little shit going on the 50cc back then. I really felt sorry for you, he was cute to look at, but his attitude was ugly as fuck!" I must have had a look of panic in my eyes but he laughed; "Look we almost bumped into each other about a month ago in the Blue Oyster in Bielefeld. I could not imagine that you had not understood what the gay bar was there for. Did you score, or were they all too old for you too?" "Shit man, you just came out to me, are you mad? One word of this and we'd both be up for Courts Martial, if we even lived that long!" "You'd be amazed how many of us there are here, I can hook you up with some of the other guys like us if you want?" "Hell no, the less people that know the safer I feel. Anyway, when do you go?" "My flight is on Tuesday morning, so I'm busy tomorrow handing over my shit, and then getting rat arsed in the mess." I ran back to my room, and wrote a cheque for £350 and brought it back down to him. "Peter, I said £300 not £350!" Oh well it's my last cheque and I'm not changing it now" I told him. "Shame you don't have more time, I'd have loved to introduce you to my German friends" "Maybe when I get back from Belfast?" he asked. "OK Danny I'll see you when you get back then. Oh can you do the paperwork for the bike so I can register it in my name and take it out of camp?" "Sure lets go up to my room and I'll give you all of the gear too" With the gear sorted and the paperwork in hand for the bike I quickly prepared my uniform for the next day, before settling down to a troubled nights sleep. Monday morning dawned like every other day in the Army, breakfast, parade admin and then time wasting! One day I'll write my Army memoirs, the title I have, 'Hurry Up, and Wait' Once all the routine shit was over I asked to see my OC, who thought the idea of me helping local farmers was brilliant. He phoned down to the Admin Officer, who booked me in to see the CO at 11.30. I just had time to change into my best uniform and march down to RHQ. When I arrived I was marched in to the CO's office, but as soon as he saw me he told me to relax and pull up a chair. I had been helping his kids, boys aged 14 and 16 to learn German in the last summer break, but this year they were staying with Grandparents, so my teaching services would not be required. "Where would you stay if you helped out on the farm?" he asked me. "I slept over on Saturday night as it was too late to come back to camp Sir. They have a room for me, and the food is fantastic!" "Well as long as you are back in time for the Autumn Exercises mid September I'm fine with it, just as long as you are being useful, and not simply getting paid holiday with your pretty German girlfriend?" "Of course Sir, and thank you. Would you like to come down one day next week, to see what I am doing there, and join us for a coffee. Lena, the farmers wife puts on a fantastic spread!" "Hmm what about next Sunday?" He asked. "Well if they are harvesting on Sunday next sure, but it would have to be in the afternoon as I am going to church with them in the morning!" "I didn't realize you were a church goer Carling" "Nor did I sir, but they asked me to help out, they were missing 4 trumpeters for the church brass band, and I sort of offered! I hope that was OK, I would not have been able to ask permission in time?" "I'm impressed, I wonder would it be OK for my wife and I to come to that church?" "I wouldn't be there to translate as I'd be up next to the organ to play the trumpet Sir." "That's no problem we have a new officer here, Lt Markham, she speaks German, not as well as you, but enough to take the translating strain away from you for a while. Just so you know, I have put you forward for a promotion, the work you do for the Regiment is so important, I feel that you should be rewarded." "Thank you Sir! If I am out of camp, how will I know when the promotion comes through?" "I think you should report in once a week, on a Friday afternoon, to read orders, that way you'll know, and be able to get your uniforms to the tailors for the new insignia!" "Thank you Sir. I can drop off details of the church and service times next Friday when I come to check Sir." "Good idea, don't worry about making an appointment, I'll tell the front office to expect you, oh and don't worry about uniform, no point in wasting hours getting ready to come in, salute and have a chat. Now do you think that there is anything I could bring your hosts when I visit?" "When I went over on Saturday for coffee I took a bottle of Malt for him, flowers for her and chocolates for Anka and a model Land Rover for the boy!" "That sounds like a plan! now off you go and get back to farming!" he chivied. I marched out of his office about 3 feet off the ground, I had effectively 5 weeks holiday pass in my hand, and permission to live off camp too! I quickly changed and sorted my room, locking everything away before taking all my bike gear, the stuff I had bought and the stuff from the Sergeants kid who didn't like t get hurt. I placed it with a suitcase of casual clothes in the front of the car, before driving down and picking up the bikes, I just squeezed all 3 onto the back of the truck. I called in at the Vehicle Registrations office and got the Ossa signed over to me, and then I was off! I drove up to the farm, and could see that the combine and the tractor were both out, so I knocked on the kitchen door. Lena opened and hugged me tight. "I have until the end of the second week in September to help you guys! May I stay here, to save me keep driving back to camp?" I asked. "I would be offended if you did not stay!" she told me. "I have to report in every Friday afternoon, oh and may I invite my boss to church and then coffee on Sunday? He wants to see the church and where I am "working"" I explained. "Of course he is most welcome!" she smiled. "It will be 3 people, the Colonel, his wife and a junior officer who will be his translator while I am away." "That's fine, and at least you won't need to sit with him in Church" she laughed. "Now I'll get changed and ride down to the field and help bring the corn home." I said. "Oh if Dirk and or Anka would like to try to ride a motorbike I have one each here to try out. I have all the safety gear for them too." "Well they have just 3 days of school left, so maybe you could go and pick up Dirk now and then Anka an hour later?" I changed into bike gear and took the spare small helmet for Dirk, and after getting directions made my way to Dirks School. I waited outside the gate, getting some funny looks from other parents waiting. One must have gone into the school and the head teacher came out to ask why I was waiting there. I took my helmet off and he recognized me right away. "Mr Carling, are you here to collect Dirk?" "Yes Sir, Lena asked me to pick him up, we thought the bike would be a bit of fun for him" "I bet" the teacher said. "I'll make sure he knows to come to you when he comes out" I almost made the mistake of saying that he had 'Come Out' to me at the weekend, but I thought better of it. When the bell went a tidal wave of kids rushed out of the school, Dirk was one of the first. He jumped up into my arms and hugged me tight; "Peter you came to pick me up? on THAT?" "Yeah, but if you don't want to ride I can push it home!" He almost snatched the small helmet out of my hand and barely gave me enough time to climb on before he was sitting very very close behind me, grinding his 3 inches of pure German Boy into my ass. Loads of other kids looked on with a tinge of jealousy, as we drove off, slowly near the school and then as soon as the speed limit lifted I opened it up and gave him a top thrill ride. Back at the farm he noticed the other 2 bikes on my pick up and asked "Why do you have 3 bikes?" "Because" was all I would tell him. I asked him to put his helmet on the truck, as I needed to go and collect Anka too. "Bah, she won't get on that, she's too scared" he scoffed. "Then she'll have to get the bus!" I taunted. "I bet she won't get on it!" he maintained. "OK what do I get if she does?" I asked, knowing where this was going to go. "If I win you have to do all the sex things I want, whenever I want for the next week" he said. "And if I win?" "Then I'll do anything you want for the rest of the summer holidays!" he boldly offered. "Anything?" I asked, "So if I told you not to touch your dick for a week, would you do it?" "I'd have to, but no worries, SHE wont get on the bike!" I grabbed the other helmet and raced off to the Grammar School in town. As the school was that much bigger Lena had given me a note to take to the office. This I did and the secretary told me that she had heard from her Sister about me, and was coming next Sunday to hear me play! I waited outside the school gate and again got some funny looks, but I was not worried as I had 'booked in' so to speak. A bell went and the older kids were a little more restrained as they exited the school. Anka came over to me and gave the bike a bit of a funny look as I took off my helmet, and gave her a goodly kiss. I whispered that unless she wanted to loose face she would have to get on for the ride home! She agreed and put on the helmet, to cheers from some of the other seniors. We went off slowly in the school area, before I opened the gas once we were allowed to. She hung on tightly and soon we were at the lane leading to the farm. "Do you want to ride it in, I'll sit behind you and help if needed. It's just like driving a tractor, just a bit smaller!" "Go on then, let's do it!" We swapped seats and I started the bike again as she rode it home, much to the consternation of Dirk, who was afraid he might not be allowed to touch his pecker for the whole holidays! "Is there a way to your dads field without going on the road?" I asked "Yes this field you don't need the road at all! I sometimes drive the tractor up and down from here!" Would you two like to drive down there on your bikes and give me a lift, so I can drive the tractor back for Stephan?" "Our bikes?" they asked in unison. "Yes, for the summer you two can use these bikes, but NOT ON THE ROAD.... NEVER EVER ON THE ROAD!" Both rushed in to change and I followed with the motorcycle suits, which I hoped would fit. I knocked on Anka's door, "Come in" she called and I was treated to her ever so cute butt hardly covered by a pair of sexy knickers, if she keeps this up I might just go straight! "Here put this on, you NEVER ride without protective gear on OK?" "Thanks" she almost panted, without turning round. so I then went to Dirks room. Since we shared and I had seen and even tasted all there was to see and taste I walked right in. Dirk was lying eyes closed and fisting his little rod like mad. "You haven't told me yet what I have to do for loosing the bet, so I thought I'd get one off before you ban me from doing it!" I watched him get closer and closer to his climax, and at the last moment I splashed water from my drinking glass over him, killing the moment! "You fucker, that was mean!" Anka, who had been watching the whole time burst out laughing, "That was like Dad does to the dogs when they are at it on the yard! And what bet did you loose?" "I bet this monster that you wouldn't get on the motorbike! Not only did you get on it, you drove it too!" he whined. I lent forward and blew on his cock and it sprang back to life, and then took all of him into my mouth and placed a wet finger at his rosebud. As soon as he felt me there he lost it and pumped his cum into my mouth. "So do you make cum yet then Dirk?" his slightly aroused sister asked. He blushed and I told him, "You must answer, the deal was everything I tell you to do!" "Yes, I do" he whispered. "And you swallowed it all? Isn't that gross?" she asked. "Yes I swallowed and no it is not gross!" I grinned. "If you want you may watch next time I allow him to do something!" "No, not her watching!" he protested, but his rod went back to full mast the moment I said it. "Dirk, that is one thing I will not make you do, but if you want to, and Anka wants I'm happy to help! Now get this suit on, we need to ride down to your dad!" Dirk pulled on the suit, which was just a tiny bit big on him, and we went out to the bikes. Lena was in the milking parlor and I told her the plan. "Just make sure you both do your homework, I don't want a last minute rush in the morning!" Lena told them. I let Anka ride round the yard a bit and then helped Dirk with the 50cc automatic He soon had the idea and Anka then let me ride on the back of her bike and we went down to the field. Stephan was just about to drive the combine over to the half full trailer, so I jumped on the tractor and brought it to him. While he overloaded I told him how my meeting with the Colonel went, and that he was coming to Church on Sunday, and then coffee after. "Tell him I said to bring a change of clothes, he can help us with the straw! No man sits idle here in Harvest time. Where did you get the other bike from?" I explained about the 50cc and that I had just bought the 250 with all the gear, so I now had the 3 bikes! "Wow, you did that so that Anka could ride with us?" he asked. "Well I also did my mate a favor, as he needed to sell the bike quickly!" I assured him. The trailer was full and I set off back up to the farm, Dirk opened the gate and Anka closed it as there were cattle in the field. I backed into the Diele and emptied the trailer before Dirk and I set off back down, with a cool bag of drinks, beer for Stephan and Juice for Dirk and I. In no time we had the field cleared and Stephan asked me if I would like to drive the combine back up, "If you are here to help then you might as well learn to do all the jobs!" he told me. Once I was ready to drive it up, he took the tractor, Dirk opened the gate and I followed with the combine. Dirk the closed the gate again and raced past us to open the top gate to let us onto the yard. Stephan tried to direct me back into the space in the barn where the combine is stored, but I stopped and asked him to do it the NATO way; when he wants me to steer left he raises the left fist, and right for the right fist. After a couple of attempts he got it, and the combine was parked. We let it cool off a while and in the mean time went to feed the pigs. The heat, noise and stench was almost unbearable but we got it done without too much drama, then on to check the feed for the cattle. By then the combine had cooled off and we went back and checked all the belts for wear and greased all the grease points. One flange with a grease nipple seemed far too hot and I commented that it was hotter than the rest, and I could not get grease into it. We took it off, and the bearing inside was falling apart. Stephan went in and phoned the dealership, despite the fact that it was 9.30 at night, and I said I would ride over to collect the part. By the time I got back it had all been cleaned out and Dirk and I fitted it, under the watchful eye of our 'Dad'. Stephan had also ordered some new belts as a couple were getting frayed, but we deferred changing them until they were nearly broken. Stephan then got his bike out, and the 4 of us went for a ride in the late evening sun. When we got back Lena had dinner ready, Jaeger Schnitzel, a pork steak coated in bread crumb and served with a creamy mushroom sauce. I fell into bed and both Dirk and I went straight off to sleep. Please take a look at some of my other tales here on Nifty, the easiest way is to search by my email address; honey_im_back (at) hushmail (dot) com and my old email, which is no longer in use, nevermindwhoiam (at) hushmail (dot) com A lot of them are half finished, following a bereavement, and only now am I finding my inspiration again! Bear with me, and the half finished tales will find completion, where possible!