Date: Tue, 02 Dec 2008 15:08:27 -0500 From: Wolf Subject: German Traveler (gay/ interracial, b/M, b/m, M/MMM...) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2008 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. German Traveler By Wolf My mother was raised in a German community in Estonia. The community was forced to board a ship and go to Poland after Word War II by the Russians. Latter they were forced to return to Germany. That was where she met my father. He was a Swedish businessman that had a business in Germany. They named me Olaf. I would grow up to look a lot like my father, a tall slender blond. As a child my earliest memories were about a gardener when we lived in Sweden. He used to let me play with his big cock and I was impressed with it and I like it. I remember he smelled of the soil from always working in the yard. He was a portly man and worked up a sweat easily. We never did anything more than pay with each other cock. There was also and older boy that took an interest in me. He was a 16-year old that worked at a youth camp. I had been sent there during the summer to introduce me to the outdoors and help develop my athletic skills between school terms. I was about 10- years old then. I was thrilled that he wanted to be my friend and play with me. We were in a dark cabin playing with each other. Nothing much happened because a woman that worked at the camp came into the cabin. She didn't see anything but that ended the encounter. After the war ended, so many of the cities in Germany were destroyed that housing was at a premium. Families were forced to sleep in the same room. Some were even forced to sleep in the same bed with their parents. Sex was a taboo subject to talk about in those days. When we moved back to Germany I met some boys that told me about sleeping in the same bed with their parents and watching them fuck each other. They told me about touching their parents too. These same boys led me deep into the forest until we came to a fence. They told me that there was a naturalist camp (nudist camp) on the other side. We would look through holes in the fence and watch the naked people on the other side. The other boys were very impressed by the naked women. They talked about their big tits and hairy pussies but I remember that I was more impressed by the big bellied hairy men. Even though their cocks were limp they looked thick and long to me. There was one man that must have know we were watching through the fence because he made a point to be close to the fence so we could see his big cock dangling. He even made a point of facing the fence and jacking-off until he shot cum in the direction of the fence. That is probably why I enjoy fat men that are hairy and proud of their bodies. Now that I am grown I travel a lot on business. That allows me to meet a variety of different men. One time I was in India when I deliberately chose to ride on a public bus in Mumbai (Bombay). It was standing room only and I was pressed in against the sweaty men like a can of sardines. It did not take long before I felt a hand feeling my ass. When I turned to see who it was I was looking into the eyes of a short little dark brown man with the whitest teeth, behind the darkest lips I had ever seen. He was almost as big around as he was tall. When I faced him he took hold of my cock. I smiled at him to let him know that I did not object to him feeling me up. When the bus came to a stop he got off of the bus and I followed him. He led me to housing project that was four stories high and we walked up the stairs to a small apartment. It was crowded with his few furniture items. He did like bright colors and the apartment building smelled of Indian cooking. I watched him get undressed. When he was completely undressed he looked like a brown Buddha even if he was a Hindu. He was not all that hairy but his limp cock was thick and very dark. His wrinkled scrotum was back. He had a thick tangle of very black pubic hair above his cock. His chest looked more like flabby brown tits. When he was naked, he stared undressing me. I got to play with his cock until it was hard and I felt his asshole. It was hairy and my finger slipped in very easily. The only thing cooling the room was a window fan so the room smelled like sweat. I loved it when we sucked each other's nipples. We took turns suck cock and he turned out to be a bottom and assumed the bottom position for me to fuck his ass. On that trip to Mumbai I also visited some other friends. I visited another friend that came from Mauritius named Iqbal and an Indian pen-pal named Sajan. Sajan worked for a tourist agency in Mumbai. The three of us visited a gay journalist at his office. He worked for a weekly paper. After he had shown us around, he invited us to join him at a gay party at the home of a friend. The party had to be held discreetly because India is a very homophobic culture. Men cannot remain single. Men marry very young. We gathered at the home of one of the nine wonderfully chubby men. Several of the men did not have very big cocks but they did have big flabby tits and big bellies and fat asses. The men seamed to enjoy having me lick their tits and suck on their nipples. It may have been just because I was the first non-Indian male they had ever had sex with. Two of the men I fucked in the ass, I just had to compliment them about their sweet fat asses. The party lasted all night and was a orgy of sweaty bodies feeling, sucking and fucking. It was early morning before me showered and returned to out homes. While I was there I met a soldier that worked at a radar station for the air force. While we were in his living quarters and I we were between taking turns fucking each other's ass he told me about a master sergeant there on the base that was the Color Sergeant. His duty was to post the guard duty roster. He was known to have his special boys that were young. They were never assigned guard duty at the gates at night because he kept them busy servicing his cock. No one spoke about it but it was known that he fucked their asses. I do a lot of traveling on business, some of the places I have been to were New York and San Francisco. The trips always are great adventures for me. I always like to single out plump men with their shirts open at the neck so that I can verify that the men are hairy. One time while in San Francisco, I was in a gay bar and met a man that had my cock hard the minute I saw him. He was a bout six-feet tall and must have weighed at least 280 pounds. It was cold and raining outdoors that night. Everyone was over dressed as a result but in the narrow bar it was very warm and humid from all of the bodies. Rain coats and over coats were shed quickly. The man that caught my eye had his shirt open at the top so I saw that his chest was covered with a mat of tangled hairs. When we made eye contact I smiled at him and headed for the bathroom. It was empty at the time so I stood at the urinal and took out my cock and peed in the bowl. When the door opened my heart fluttered. It was that big man. He squeezed into the small room and locked the door. I made room for him to step up to the urinal. While I was standing at the small porcelain wash bowl washing my hands, when the fat man reached over and felt my cock. I had not zipped up my pants so he reached inside my pants and pulled out my cock right over the sink and leaned over and sucked my cock until I came in his mouth. He stood up and kissed me on the mouth with my own cum in his mouth. He asked me if I would like to come home with him. I agreed. We had to get out of there before someone started banging on the door anyway. We walked to the corner and caught a bus that took us south until we got off and made a transfer to a west facing bus that took us up the hill. The fat man led me to his apartment. His place was warm and cozy, after being out in the rain on a cold night. The man's hair was still brown but his beard was graying on his chin. His chest was covered with gray hair. His chest was more like hard breasts of a woman. As large as his belly was it was hard as a rock. His pubic hair was dark but starting to turn gray. His cock was about average length and limply dangling over a scrotum that looked like a hairy flesh colored bag with a softball in it. He was just as excited about getting my clothes off of me as I had been. He was pleased to find that I had plenty foreskin dangling from the end of my cock. I am still a blond and my pubic hair is a strawberry blond color. He got down on his thick knees to get a better look at my cock and admire my pubic hair. He sucked me off again and swallowed my cum. When he lay on his bed I started sucking his cock for him, until he came in my mouth. I swallowed most of it but saved some so that he could taste it, when I kissed his hairy face. The guy was so horny he lay on his back and lifted his legs up to show me his hairy asshole. I knelt on the floor and licked his asshole and drove my tongue into his asshole until he was begging me to fuck him. I stood up and guided my cock into his asshole and watched as a couple of hairs got caught and were pushed into his asshole. I knew the hairs would probably cut my skin but I was too horny to stop. I took hold of his cock while I fucking him. I enjoyed myself beyond belief. I hated to have to leave to return to my hotel. One of the jobs I had was a journalist and a radio station expert on African affairs. As a result I got to investigate conditions in a variety of African countries. The economy and policies and military events were interesting but I enjoyed looking into their sexual morays. For example most of these countries are very homophobic but the prisons in Kenya and Zambia are known to be hot beds of sex between men. I got to gather up photographs of sexy young black men under 24-years of age being raped by bigger fat inmates, guards and wardens. It was very cruel of course but looking at these young black teenagers being fucked in the ass and cocks being stuffed in their mouths turn me on. I just had to visit those countries to find some young black studs to party with. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to whitewold999@icqmail.com