Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2000 14:03:13 BST From: John Stevens Subject: Dieter D I E T E R by John Stevens Story Code/s: M/b WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a boy and a man: if this is not to your tastes, or if you're under age, or such material is illegal wherever you live, please read no further, unless you wish to be educated and/or have an open mind. No animals were mistreated in the writing of this story, no rain-forests were devastated nor any harm done to the biosphere. In particular, no boy was hurt in any way - my curses on all those who hurt boys in any way.a This story is pure and total fiction - designed to be read with one hand - it's for entertainment purposes only! Any resemblance to any individual, alive, dead or yet to be born, is purely coincidental ... so there! This story tells you nothing about me or my tastes: except whether or not I can write an arousing story! Like writers of murder stories, I do not necessarily approve of any of the acts described here - delightful though some of them may be! = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Holiday pick-ups are quite rare but I never go abroad without the distant hope that something interesting might happen. One such success happened on my last holiday whilst staying in Koblenz, a useful place as base for my vineyard tours and always bursting to the seams I felt with beautiful boys. That could be very frustrating in the summer heat for they all seemed to be wearing nothing but brief shirts and briefer still shorts! Thursday was late opening night for the shops so I decided to spend an hour or so seeing what was about in the way of talent before having a meal and several glasses of wine. Wandering into the main shopping centre, I ended up in a bookshop although my German is really quite minimal. Near the back were a few chairs for customers' use and on one, quite intent on a book, sat an amazingly attractive boy. And when I say attractive, he was really quite staggering! Aged about 13 or 14, he had dark hair, skilfully cut short on top but long at the back and sides. His long bare legs ended in white trainers, no socks: otherwise, he was dressed in a white casual shirt but on his lap, he had a sports-bag so I had no way of discovering any indication just what he might have inside his brief multi-coloured shorts. Quite stunned by his beauty, I wandered round the shop, eventually coming back to him again as he now stood by some shelves. Standing as near as I dared, I pretended to be looking at the books but was really inspecting him, now discovering that his shorts were in fact very brief but despite being very tight, they gave no indication what he might have to play with inside! I walked round the centre for a while and although there were many delightful boys about, he was easily the best! A little later, I came across him once more so I discretely followed: either he didn't notice me, or he didn't care what I was doing. Eventually, he left the Lohr centre using the underground passage back to the older part of town. I was following closely and lucky managed to stand directly behind him as he got onto the escalator. Looking up, his curvy bum was just inches from my face - most lust provoking and it would have oh so easy to kiss him! I was already hard at the idea, but wisely contented myself with the spectacular view. After that though, I lost him - pity for he was most desirable! ======= The next Sunday, in the late afternoon, I took the ferry across the Rhine, intending to walk along the river-bank and see Koblenz from a different angle. Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly found myself being spoken to and turning, I was surprised to see that boy again, this time, wheeling a bike along the riverside walk. In the extreme afternoon heat, his clothing was a pair of blue satin shorts and a skimpy sleeveless shirt. Wonderful! He seemed to recognise me and wanted to chat, but I managed to explain that I couldn't really understand him! Nevertheless, he kept on asking me where I was going and what I had in my camera bag. That was easy to deal with and I showed him, quickly taking a few pictures but after a while, he realised that we couldn't really converse and after flashing me a devastating smile, rode off. I followed, rather dazed for I was almost sure he had been after something! Or, was he just being friendly? I could hardly think but as I walked along I cursed myself for my inability to speak decent conversational German! I soon came to the main river bridge and as it crossed the pathway I discovered that there were several workshops built into the base, the way through being rather complicated. Although dark down there, I could easily see the outline of a bike leaning against the wall and its owner standing by it! Approaching him, I smiled, "Hello!" He smiled back, "Was heiss du?" I asked, discovering that his name was Dieter. So far, so good so I added, "Wie alt bist du Dieter?" "Vierzehn Jahr!" Came the reply - he was tall enough but his voice was unbroken and his face was more pubescent than adolescent - either way, time for the crunch! Not knowing if I had the right words or enough grammar to use them properly, I asked, "Willst du wichsen mit mir?" Right or wrong, that produced a knowing grin on his pretty face. I didn't catch his muttered words of acceptance so I asked, "Wo?" "Komm!" Dieter indicated that I should follow. So, although feeling nervous, I did so, he leading the way over the main road and then round the back of a small block of flats. Resting his bike against the wall, he lead me through the back-door and along to what was his own front-door. Producing a key he went in but as I tried to follow, he stopped me: his explanation was incomprehensible but I was content to wait - probably he was checking to see if his parents were home. However, he quickly reappeared with another key in his hand and, going over to another door, he unlocked it and beckoned me to follow. It was the way down to the cellars - I already knew of the splendid German custom in such buildings of having a cellar for each family and that was clearly where he was taking me. As expected, at the bottom, he opened another door, then standing back to let me in. I was surprised by what I saw for it had been decorated properly and set up as some sort of den for Dieter: there was a small sofa, a TV on a low table and lots of toys & games scattered around. Behind us, Dieter bolted the door and was now standing leaning against it, looking even more come-hither than ever before. However, I didn't know how to get things started, after all, it was he who had picked me up! Sitting on his sofa, I indicated that he should join me and with a shy grin, he did so, nodding when I placed a hand on his bare knee. My German is not enough for me to have muttered whatever inanity I would have used back home so I simply squeezed him, pleased as he allowed me to do so, spreading his legs widely as a sign I could do whatever I liked! Slipping my left arm round him, I started to move my other hand up his warm leg towards his shorts and as I did so, I saw a movement inside them - he was getting aroused. So, I placed my hand directly on the blue satin and, pressing down gently, I was pleased to discover quite a handful at the top of his muscular legs, Dieter almost instantly went as fully stiff as he could within the tight confines of his clothes his 14 year-old cock obviously quite respectable for a boy his age and build. "Sehr gut!" I told him, receiving a shy smile in return. His erection was now clearly outlined in his shorts & pants so holding it through the two layers of material I started to massage him, pleased with what I was playing with but even more keen to see just what he had! So, moving my hand up to his waist, I stared to slip my fingers into his shorts, Dieter grunting in approval and obviously keen for me to do so, lifted his body slightly so that I could do what I wanted. Edging my fingers under the hem of his shorts then into his pants, I moved it down so that I was finally able to hold him directly. His cock felt simply wonderful, quite fat really but much more importantly, very hard indeed. Equally important was the sight of pleasure coming from Dieter's lips he clearly in much need of relief! As ever in such a sitting position it was going to be difficult to get his things down so removing my hand, I indicated that he should stand up. He didn't understand at first but then did as asked, playfully wiggling his almost obscenely bulging shorts in front of my face. Reaching up I grasped the waist-band and very slowly started to pull them down, but making sure that I wasn't pulling his pants down with them. Under them, his white under-pants looked even more inviting and I wanted to nuzzle them before pulling them down, but I felt that Dieter was not ready for that, the boy now giggling at me as I slowly undressed him, although still making sexy gyrations of his hips as he showed off to me. With his shorts round his knees, I reached up and started to tickle the front of his pants with my fingertips. Hearing his whimpers of delight, I carried on doing so before deciding that it was time to get that last item of clothing down out of the way! So, grasping them, I pulled them down even more slowly than I had his shorts, pulling his dick downwards with them. I had of course expected to see some hair first but when his pants were down enough to reveal what he had, I found that Dieter had virtually no pubic-hair, just a few blond wisps. Looking up, I smiled once more but his expression showed that he was becoming rather impatient to get down to serious matters so I tugged his pants right down, finally freeing his erection. It was quite a magnificent sight as it bobbed about in front of my eyes. Perhaps some 12cm long and quite fat really. His foreskin was drawn back slightly exposing a circle of purple glans, a sensitive part of his body I wanted to kiss! Below, hung a fair sized pair of balls nestling in his silky soft scrotum: I was sure that despite various signs that he wasn't yet very mature, his eventual orgasm would be suitably damp. Whilst taking in the sheer beauty of his genitals, I pulled his pants and shorts further down, a wiggle of his hips sending them down to his ankles. As he did that, my hands almost automatically moved round to the back of his legs, pulling him towards me so that, as I stuck out my tongue I was able to kiss the tip of cock. Dieter shuddered, clearly enjoying the way I was soon licking all round his young genitals, up & down his hard cock and down over his balls - he smelt wonderful as well and I was very aroused at what I was doing to so wonderful a boy. Then, taking one hand from his bum, I grasped his cock and carefully retracted his foreskin, now able to play my tongue all round his glans before finally taking his cock into my mouth. It was amazingly sexy but what is more important, I knew he was really enjoying himself. With both hands back on his well-rounded bottom, I started moving him to & fro in my mouth sucking him hungrily, overwhelmed at being able to be doing so to such a desirable boy. Dieter was still making distant noises of sheer delight, so I stayed there a bit longer. But, as much as I love sucking sexy boys, with a boy clearly post-pubescent, the very first orgasm I give him I prefer to be by wanking - I love to see them covering their bodies with hot white sperm! Of course, most boys his age and maturity are well able to spunk up twice in a short space of time, and if Dieter wanted it, after I had wanked him off, I would give him a blow-job as well So after a while, I released him and sat back. Looking up, I saw that he was now quite lost in the pleasure I had been giving him - Dieter had clearly enjoyed being sucked, but not as much as I had enjoyed doing it I was sure! Looking down at me, he grinned happily before stepping back as he took his shirt off. Then, he kicked off his shorts and pants before falling back onto the sofa by me, now stark naked apart from his trainers. I cuddled him close, perhaps a bit surprised when he now groped the front of my trousers, exploring at first but soon rubbing my erection quite seriously. He seemed keen to wank me as well, so I released him and, lifting my hips, pulled my trousers wide open for him. He didn't hesitate and as I lay back, his hand closed over the front of my pants, fondling me sexily for a brief while before pulling them out and then down under my balls. He certainly appreciated the sight of my cock sticking out from my body, grinning sexily before closing his hand round me, that simple act sending shivers of delight through my body. All I could do was to groan in delight as he started to masturbate me: Dieter was a very skilled wanker! Exciting as that was, I wasn't going to ignore him but first, I removed his hand and moved so that I could pull my trousers and pants down to my ankles. That done, I pulled his hand back to my cock before I grasped his once more, Dieter keen to do so, grinning at me as we sat back wanking each other. I knew he was in great need of an orgasm so we were soon doing each other quite seriously, both of us getting lost in the pleasure we were getting but, I'm sure for him as well as me, also very much enjoying what we were doing. His smile had disappeared, his face soon showing that wonderful lost expression of a boy getting close to his orgasm. Seeing that, I pushed his hand from my cock and moved him into a better position for me to wank him, keen now to finish him off. My left arm was round his warm body as my fingers moved faster & faster up & down his hot fat shaft - his penis seemed to have grown even bigger as I worked on it and I knew it was soon going to spit at me! Very soon, he was there and his body suddenly quivered in my arms as he climaxed, his cock kicking strongly in my fingers. As he yelped loudly, there came a spray of rather watery sperm from the tip of his cock, shooting strongly out all over his tensed up body. I continued to wank him, using all the skill I posses, slower now but firmly as I milked out all he had, trying very hard to make it as exciting as I could - I know I succeeded at that! Further spurts of warm white sperm shot out, creamier stuff now, landing lower down his body, the final droplets just oozing from his cock and sliding warmly over my hand to fall to his almost glabrous belly. It all smelt wonderful and in a way I was sorry I hadn't in fact sucked him off! A final thrust from his hips produced a final dribble of sperm, even thicker stuff now, it too oozing hotly down over my fingers to where his pubic hair should have been growing! I was even keener to fellate him after he had wanked me, but for the moment, he was simply lost in his orgasm, my pleasure increased by his response to what I had done for him. He had made a hell of a noise really, had shot more than I had thought - all in all, a terrific boy-orgasm! "There, you sexy boy Dieter ... all nice an' spunky ... you sexy boy!" I had been whispering at him all the time he was quivering in his orgasm - it didn't matter that he couldn't have understood me, he certainly understood my meaning. He tried to smile at me, his screwed up face still showing how lost he was in his own private orgasm, content with me to continue to work on this delightful cock of a boy who less than half an hour ago had picked me up! Far too quickly really he was still so I released him and pressed his cock against his wet belly, an act I always find boys enjoy. Dieter gave a very satisfied smile as he muttered something I couldn't catch, he then laughing as he remembered our inability to communicate verbally. But the way he said it, the way he looked at me and the way he relaxed against me showed quite clearly how much he had enjoyed his orgasm: I was content with that. Releasing him, I watched as his foreskin slid slowly up over his glans as it rested on a pool of his sperm. It all looked amazingly sexy to me but when Dieter saw the mess he had produced, he giggled before rubbing his cock about in the pools of cooling boy-sperm. Although his orgasm had passed, he was showing that he was still in the mood and I knew that when he had done me I would certainly be allowed to suck him for his second orgasm of the afternoon. Before that though, I reached down to my trouser pocket and pulled out my hankie. Dieter lay back, still half giggling as I wiped him clean. Then slipping the hankie back into my pocket, I looked up at him and asked, "Mich?" It may not have been the correct word but that didn't matter as he was already moving into a better position to wank me. Closing his fingers round my waiting cock, Dieter once more showed that he knew just what to do and as he smirked wickedly at me, he started to move his fist up & down. Good at his task, he was soon wanking me as skilfully as any boy I've ever met and all that I could do (after unbuttoning my shirt so that I didn't make it messy when I came) was to lie back and enjoy it. He was quite fantastic and the tension in my body rose very quickly as his fist pounded up & down my cock. Dieter was trying hard to make it as exciting as possible for me, the sexy boy staring down at my cock as he worked away on it, fascinated I'm sure by my hairiness compared with his own lack that way! Very rapidly, all this skilled masturbation took effect and my cock suddenly throbbed powerfully in his fingers as a thick jet of my sperm shot from it. Much of it landed on my chest, but quite a bit splashed out onto his naked body. That didn't worry him and he carried on rubbing me, a bit slower now, squeezing out the rest of my sperm as, once more, he showed that he really knew what to do. I wondered about how many boys he'd learnt this skill on - or perhaps another man! As I groaned loudly further spurts of my load shot out over us both: although I had enjoyed a wank only the previous evening (thinking of him!) my balls seemed to have been working overtime! It was really an amazing orgasm and I was quite overwhelmed by it all, not just the purely physical pleasure flooding my body but the fact that wanking me was a beautiful boy whose own impressive orgasm I'd just enjoyed! All too rapidly, I was still but Dieter knew just how to handle me, merely playing with my cock as the throbs gradually died away. Several short sharp jerks upwards from his skilled fingers milked out the last of my load, his movements sending further shivers of delight through my body. He seemed to be as pleased with it all as I was, like many boys, happy that he had been able to do this to a man and impressed I'm sure, by all the sperm his skilled wanking had produced! Finally still, I relaxed back on his sofa - grinning up at him, I muttered, "Wunderbar ... sehr sexy Dieter!" Whether my German was right or wrong, he understood and grinned impishly at me, laughing as he finally released my damp cock. To my surprise, he placed his hand flat on my wet body so that he could play with my sperm - great! However, he was obviously still very aroused and I could hardly not notice that his delightful cock was slightly throbbing - time to give him the blowjob he needed as much as I did! First though, I reached over and grasped him, amazed as earlier at just how hard he was. But as I gently fondled his fantastic dick, there came a noise. Surprised, I soon discovered just what it was - a small buzzer had sounded. As he showed it to me, I knew that it was a signal that his parents were back home, this being their way of summoning their son. Looking quite scared, Dieter moved away from me and muttered something I easily understood! Neither of us wanted to be caught naked by his mother or father so pulling the hankie out once more, I rapidly cleaned us both up, Dieter already pulling his things back on as fast as he could. It was easier for me to dress and I was soon as decent as he was, both of us looking at each other rather nervously. However I did manage to slip my arms round him for a brief hug, pleased that he held me as tightly as I was squeezing him. Through our clothes, I could feel that his cock was still very hard, making me even more annoyed that our sex session had come to an end - before I could suck him off! Reluctantly, I released him and whispered, "Ich muss gehen!" But at the same time, I grasped the front of his shorts and fondled his erection - it was great! Dieter grinned but moved away from me, still looking rather nervous. Dressed, it wouldn't be so bad if his parents came down to his cellar but if I couldn't speak in German to them, suspicions would be raised! Going to the door, he cautiously unbolted it, peered out to see if all was safe then beckoned me to follow him back to the ground floor. Once more, my face was almost pressed against his bum as we climbed the stairs - at least this time, if I did kiss him, he probably wouldn't have minded! Opening the door to the main hall, he once more looked round and satisfied that all was safe, he opened the front-door for me, once more muttering his thanks for what had just happened, laughing when he indicated his shorts that still showed how aroused he was. I too managed to convey my thanks but he was too nervous for me even to stay and arrange another date. I just left him - Dieter shyly waving good-bye - my mind reeling from what had happened. How I got back to my hotel I'll never know, nor how I passed the rest of that day. He had been a great holiday pick-up and although I looked out for him again, I wasn't lucky - all that remained were my memories and the few photos I had taken on the river-bank when he had first tried to pick me up! T H E E N D 17 April 1995 Remember .... it's just a story - but he was *so* beautiful!