Date: Mon, 4 Jul 2005 23:51:44 -0700 From: Jim Cook Subject: My life story in as "FEW WORDS" as possible, chapter#3 Welcome to Frantfurt- part 1 MY LIFE STORY, IN AS FEW WORDS AS POSSIBLE BY JIM COOK THIS STORY IS COPYRIGHTED,AND IS NOT TO BE COPIED, REPRINTED OR OTHERWISE DISPERSED WITHOUT EXPRESS WRITTEN PERMISSION DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS TRUE, AND ONLY A FEW OF THE LAST NAMES ARE MADE UP (AS I HAVE FORGOTTEN THEM) IF YOU ARE UNDER AGE (18) PLEASE LEAVE NOW Chapter 3 Welcome to Frankfurt part 1 "Here you are", a hand on my shoulder turned me around. I found myself gazing into those beautiful azure blue eyes belonging to Hans. "I've been waiting for you to come out of customs" he said, grabbing one of my suitcases from me. "Come on follow me, I have a car and I'll take you into town and help get you settled in a hotel room", he grinned. "Oh...Hans, am I glad to see you, I think I'm already lost, I can't even seem to find a taxi". I said with a bewildered smile. "You have to wait in line over there", he said pointing to a small sign on a post by the curb, "Another would have been along shortly". As we walked toward an employee parking lot, "Where in town would you like to stay, any ideas?" he questioned. "Well.....I'd like a nice hotel, but; not expensive.....Oh.. And,.... near the train station". I replied with a chuckle, after stating my seemingly impossible request. "Ahh...hummm... Well... SMART ASS, just so happens I know the perfect place", he stated, with a smug look and a smack on my butt. "It's just across the street from the HauptBahnhof, that's the main train station here in Frankfurt, And.....it's Not...expensive either, also I think it's a nice place". Han's said, very proud of himself. "Not to mention....It's also very close to my apartment" he quipped, jabbing his elbow into my side. Not only is Hans strikingly handsome, especially in his flight uniform, but; he has turned out be a very nice guy. And right about now I could use a friend who knows his way around. The car was in an employee parking garage two floors up; with all the openness of it I was able to have a good panoramic view around the airport. What a spread out place it appeared to be. I later learned that the big complex on the other side of the runways was the U S Air force's Rhine main airbase. A couple of blasts from his car horn snapped me back from my thoughts. As I turned Hans was getting into a blue Porsche. Walking over to the car, "Wow...Hans, this is fantastic, is it yours?" I asked a little bewildered. "Soon....the bank owns it now" he laughed. "We don't make as much as people think" he said shaking his head from side to side. The drive into town was very interesting. Germany looked just as beautiful as I thought it would, only prettier. "Here's the Hotel, and right over there across the street is the train station" he said pointing out the window. "Would you like me to come and help you check in, if you do I'll find a place to park?" Hans questioned. "Do they speak English?" I asked. With a little laugh he nodded his head, and said "Oh...yes, I know they do". "Well ok then, I'll be fine" I replied. "Thank you very much, Hans, you've made my first day here, not only easier, but; very enjoyable....Thanks so much" I added. Getting out of the car he helped me retrieve my luggage from the back seat. "Call me after you get checked in" he shouted out his window as he drove off. "How" I started to yell, but; he was already too far down the street. Then remembering the envelope in my coat pocket, I guessed he'd taken care of that. I took a deep breath, picked up my suitcases and went inside to the front desk. "Guten tag mein Herr, kann ich helfe .... (good day sir, may I help...)?" Before he could say another word. "Do you speak English?" I asked. "Yes...yes sir, may I help you" he inquired. "I would like a room for a few days, maybe even a week" I told him. "Is the room just for you, and would you like one with or without a bathroom, sir?" A room without a bathroom, strange I thought. "Yes it's just for me and with a bath please" I answered, knowing I needed to take a shower after the long flight. Pushing a card and a pen across the desk toward me, "Do you know just how many days you will be with us?" he smiled. "Well at least four, maybe even a little longer, is that alright?" I questioned. "Yes sir that's fine, I will leave the date open for now, just let us know when you decide". Picking up the card after I had filled it out he asked to see my passport. After jotting down the numbers off the passport, "Here you are sir", he said handing my passport and a key to me. "Do you need help with your luggage, sir" he asked. "No, I can manage" I told him with a smile. "Take the lift to the second floor and go to the right, about four doors down on the right is room #204", he said pointing to the elevator behind me. As I turned to go to the elevator I was able to take a good look at the lobby. Hans was right, this is a nice hotel. Once in my room, I was pleasantly surprised. The room was large, with a queen-size bed in the corner. The furniture in the room was all made from what looked like black walnut. Heavy dark wood styled from the fifties. The bathroom was also quite large, white porcelain tiles on the floor with the old fashioned claw foot bathtub. The toilet and the bidet looked almost new. Bidet ...well...well I had heard of them, but; had never seen one up close and personal, so to speak. Suitcases open on the bed I began to unpack, just the things that should be hung up. I left most of my stuff in my suitcases. Oh yes, the envelope from Hans, I'd almost forgotten. Picking up my coat, I pulled it out and opened it. It was written on Lufthansa stationary, Lufthansa is the parent company of Condor. The note read, Hans Michael Franken...120 LEERBACH Strasse, Frankfurt am Main, telephone 22-48-74-01. Call me when you can, Hans. The phone was on the table next to me. It looked quite different from the phones in the U S A, a larger base than ours have, but; the receiver appeared just about the same. Now, how do I work it? Well it has a dial...just dial I guess, I said to myself shaking my head a little. I'll take a bath and give Hans time to get home and relax a bit, before I try and call him. The nice hot bath felt good. Although I usually always took a shower at home, this was very relaxing. This tub was much different than the one we had at home, much bigger and quite a bit deeper. After sinking into the water all the way up to my neck, I leaned back, relaxed, and just soaked. After drying off I tossed the towel back on the rack, and sat down to give Hans a call. Picking up the paper with his number on it, I lifted the receiver and dialed, 22-48-74-01. The ring was also different than back home. Two quick little rings then a brief pause, two more quick rings and a pause; this went on a few more rings, before someone answered. "Ja, Bitte"...came a response. "Hello Hans? this is Jim...Jim Cook" I said into the receiver. "Jim, how do you like the hotel,...have any problems at the desk checking in?" he asked. "No...no none at all, and the room is really nice" I told him. "Thanks for choosing this Hotel". "I thought you would like it, ...and... it's right across the street from the train station" as per your request, he snickered. "How are you feeling, a bit tired I'll bet" Hans inquired. "No...not really, I just had a nice relaxing bath, and I feel pretty good, kinda perked me back up " I replied. "Good...would you like to do something tonight, maybe...go have dinner, and then let me show some of my favorite night spots?" he giggled. "Well...you know I'm only eighteen" I said questioningly. "Oh...Yes, I remember, but; here in Germany that's old enough" he said laughing. "What time would you like for me to meet you there at the hotel, I'm free any time you are?" he queried. "How does two hours sound?" I offered. "Fine, I'll meet you down in the bar in two hours then, Ok...bis spater (Till later)" Hans said. "Ok Hans, till then" I added, putting the receiver down. Good this will give me a little time to dry my hair and get dressed, I thought. After drying my hair, I decided to lie down and rest a while; I still had plenty of time before Hans was due to arrive. After lying down I decided I was a bit tired, but; not toooo... tired to go out on my first night here in Frankfurt. I was really looking forward to seeing Hans again. Now what to wear... What does one wear for a night out on the town, here in Germany I wondered? Well...one is never wrong in a nice sport coat and slacks, I hoped. The Hotel bar was very "Old World" furnished in dark woods, crystal, and brass. It had an air of old fashioned classiness about it. "Ja, Bitte" the bartender said leaning towards me. "A screwdriver, please" I asked. "A screwing driver?... A screwing driver?, how is it made"?, he asked slowly shaking his head. "You tell me what is in it, and I can make it for you" he said in almost perfect English, seeing I was an American. A bit embarrassed, I told him orange juice and vodka. "Oh.. Yes...yes I remember this" he said turning to the long row of different bottles behind him. I was just starting on my second "Screwdriver" when I heard, "Hallo, Jim", right behind me. I turned my head; there stood Hans in a pale blue turtleneck, and grey slacks. With his blond hair and those blue, blue eyes, not only did he look almost good enough to eat, he looked as if he had just finished shooting an add for a "Welcome to Germany" travel brochure. I had to be the luckiest American male, not only was the first German I'd met very nice, but; he is...Sooo... handsome. "Hello Hans, what would you like to drink?" I offered. On seeing Hans, the bartender moved down to our end of the bar. "Ja Bitte (Yes, Please)", he asked Hans. "Oh, I'll have the same thing he's having", Hans replied in English, sliding onto the barstool next to mine. "Well how do you like Germany or at least Frankfurt" Hans asked. Nodding my head in the affirmative, "Oh I do, I'm really enjoying myself". "What would you like for dinner, maybe; some "Real" German cuisine" he suggested. "When In Rome", or in this case Germany", I replied with a little grin. With a pleased self assured look on his face, he said, "I know just the place, I'm sure you'll like it". Then giving me a pat on the knee, he said "The food is really good". We talked for awhile; Hans telling me of the places he was sure I would want too visit while I was in Frankfurt. Asking where else in Europe I planned go, he spoke of certain cities and countries that were a "Must See". "Lots to see, and do, not to mention the "Night Life", he added with a very sly wink. Dinner was a real treat for me, especially because German food has always been a favorite of mine. The Sauerbratten was fantastic, and quite unlike any I've had in the States. As we were finishing our coffee, Hans broke my train of thought by asking "How about going dancing"? "We don't have any girls with us" I replied. "Well...we can do one of two things.....One, I can call a couple of girls that I work with...Or..." (he paused looking me in the eyes, and with a wiggle of his eyebrows) continued saying "We have some every nice dance clubs, .....that... are just for guys". "You know I was really glad that you came back to the galley, and talked with me during the movie" he continued, "That's when I decided to "Get to Know" this passenger". He flashed me those pearly whites. "Well in that case....You needn't call....Anyone, I've never been to dance club just for guys, and I would really like to see one", I chided him. "Ok...Gut, Jim, then that is what you shall see..." he said, again smiling from ear to ear. The evening was warm and clear. Even with the street lights, the night sky sparkled with a thousand stars. From in front of the train station, we walked up one of the main thru fairs. After about four blocks, we turned into a very narrow street and walked another block. "CRAZY HORSE" written in large pink neon script just above a doorway, made me think we had arrived. Sure enough, Hans opened a large green door, and we entered, Hans leading the way into the dimly lit hallway. It took a minute or so for my eyes to adjust to the darkened corridor. Over the music, coming from the far side of the room, "Hallo Hans," came from an older woman, who smiling warmly, had grabbed Han's by the arm planting a kiss on his cheek. After a little banter in German, Hans introduced me to Alice the owner of the Crazy Horse. For an older woman, she seemed full of life. There was even a little ginger in her step. With Alice's arms locked in each of ours, she led us over to the bar. "Ok boys, your first two drinks are on me", Alice said giving us a peck on the cheek. The bartender nodded, smiled and waited for our order. Turning to me Hans, grinned asking "What would you like, Jim"? "I think maybe just a beer, will do me nicely. I thoughtfully answered. Leaning towards the bartender, "Zwei bier, Bitte (Two beers, please)" Hans offered, holding up two fingers. A few moments later, two tall fluted beer glasses, filled to the brim with almost no foam, were placed in front of us. "Prost", Hans said with a clink of our glasses. Most of the guys in the place were just milling about, only a few were either sitting at the bar or the tables around the dance floor. "Do you want to stay here, or sit over there", he asked me, nodding towards an empty table along the edge of the dance floor. Without waiting for an answer, Hans left in the direction of the table, gesturing for me to follow. "Better viewing from here" he winked, pulling out a chair for me. The dance floor was fairly well populated with some very handsome guys. "Care to dance", Hans offered. Being the really shy guy that I am, I answered "Maybe in a little while". Before I could say anything else, Alice came over to our table. "Everything good?" she asked, in a heavy German accent. "JA, alles gut liebe Frau (yes, everything is good, lovely woman" Hans answered. With a glint in her eyes, she threw up her arms, saying "Well then...Dance, Dance...you should be showing Jim a good time, don't forget you're his host". Then she turned and disappeared back into the group of guys. "Come on then, let's dance", holding out his hand to me. Giving a shrug, I followed him onto the dance floor. Nervous as I was about dancing in front of all these people, I decided to give it my best shot. After four of five songs, "Need to rest a bit Hans" I grimiest, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand. Hans went to get us another beer, as I went looking for the bathroom. Thank God for pictures, making it almost impossible to enter the wrong restroom. Inside I found an older gentleman in a white jacket, standing by the sink holding a towel. Well...this was sure unexpected. He simply nodded and smiled. After relieving my self, and washing my hands, I was handed a towel by the gentleman. Noticing a saucer with change in it, I assumed a tip was in order. Luckily I did have a few German coins in my pocket, left over from the bar in the hotel. Trying to act like I knew what I was doing, I dropped some change on the little plate. Making my way back to the table, I noticed Hans and the beer were there waiting for me. I guess wondering where I'd gotten off to, Hans beamed when he caught sight of me approaching. "You have an attendant in your restrooms?" I asked, with a look of puzzlement on my face. "W ell, not everywhere", he said, "just in the more formal places" "I think I'm going to like Germany", I replied, with a nod of approval. After a little more dancing and a couple more beers, Hans asked "Ready to try another club, I know of"? "You're the guide", I quipped back. As we were leaving Alice came up to us and told Hans, "Be sure and bring him back now, you two look good together". "Oh...you think so, Alice", Hans replied, putting his arm around my neck, "Maybe I will, just maybe I will" he winked. "Watch out for him (pointing to Hans)", Alice said jokingly. We laughed as we made our way out the door. Once outside, "I feel a bit tipsy" I told Hans. "But I've only had four or so glasses of beer", I questioned him. "Well...Jim, One glass of real German beer has almost as much alcohol in it, as six glasses of your American beer" he informed me with a little snicker. Damn...no wonder I felt tipsy, I thought. "You'll get use to it", he chided me. After a short walk in the fresh air, I started to feel like my old self again. The second club was a horse of a different color. Bright lights, louder music, a mirrored ball, and an atmosphere more like a Disco. The place was full to overflowing. We had to elbow our way up to the bar. "Boy this is really quite different from Alice's", I stated a little bewildered. "Yes it is, I like dancing here more than at Alice's", Hans almost had to yell over the loud music. "Go find us a table, and I'll get us a beer", Hans hollered as he headed for the bar. Having to almost push my way through all these guys, I sought out a table. Although the club seemed full, most were standing or wandering about. I had no trouble locating an empty table next to the dance floor. After what seemed like forever, Hans reappeared two glasses in hand. Looking at my watch, I discovered I'd forgotten to reset it to Frankfurt time. "What time is it Hans? I've neglected changing mine to local time". Glancing up from his watch, he said "Two..., you getting tired?" "No...no, not yet anyway" I said, lying just a bit. I really was starting to feel the time difference, and some jet lag. "We can leave anytime you like" Hans reassured me. About an hour later Hans caught me yawning. "Time to go" he said, with a nudge to my side. "Can't have you all worn out, now can we? Besides I hope the night is not completely over", he added, with a sly smile. "Oh....I'm not that tired", returning his sly smile. After another dance together, he gave me a peck on the lips, saying "Let's go before we're both too tired". A kiss on the lips, even as fleeting as it was, brought a grin to my face. His kiss, our first kiss, was the only sign aside from our little touchy feely on the plane that Hans might really want to go to bed with me. I began thanking any and all of my lucky stars. "Hey....Big Boy, wanna...come back to the hotel with me, I have a bottle of Scotch from the duty free shop?" I pressed for a "yes" from him. "Thought you'd never ask", wiggling his eyebrows. With that he slipped his arm thru mine and headed us toward the door, almost knocking over anyone in our path. The stroll back to the hotel in the cool night air refreshed both of us. During our walk my mind wandered to that wonderful bulge in his pants I'd played with on the plane. All the way up in the elevator, Hans gently rubbed my ass through my slacks. Because of the late hour, we were alone in the lift. Holding hands we made our way down the hall toward my room. Oh...how romantic I thought. After opening the door, Hans went over and plopped himself down on the bed, his hand patting the space next to him. Tossing my coat on a chair, I scooped up the bottle of Scotch along with a couple of glasses, and went over beside him. As I Placed the glasses and bottle on the nightstand next to the phone, Hans began kissing and nibbling my neck. As I turned our mouths met, his tongue slipping between my lips. The growing bulge in my own pants told me, "Wow...this guy knows how to kiss". Slowly I lowered him back onto the bed. Now we were making out began in earnest. His fingers roamed my body, as I nestled my hand over his manhood. That bulge I'd eyed on so many occasions before was now in my grasp. Unzipping his pants, I felt my own cock begin oozing precum. Reaching inside I found his cock all bound up in his underwear, making it impossible to judge its true size. My fingers found a very wet spot, spreading with my touch. Sitting up, Hans gently pushed my hand away, "let me take these off, I'm getting too hot" he panted, with a wink. Actually so was I, we both began to undress. He watched me, and I him. Finally he stood naked; I could only stare at beautiful body before me. "Now your turn" he blushed, turning a bit red. "Oh sorry", I said embarrassed. "It's just...your, your so handsomely built, and your cock" I stammered. I was staring and I knew it. "Wow...your cock, Oh...that's...nice" I spoke, almost drooling. To enamored to care anymore, I slid my fingers around it. My mouth dry, I could only sigh. "You like?" he asked. Even at only three quarters hard it was still a formidable weapon. I judged it to be about seven inches, and as big round as a flashlight. The foreskin barely covered the crown of the gland. Tugging my zipper down the rest of the way, I finished removing my pants, and underwear. Now both naked, we stood for a moment just gazing at each other. My cock, with a drop of precum hanging from the tip, began rising. Smiling he went down on his knees in front of me. Holding out his tongue, he slowly licked the drop of clear fluid from me. As he stood back up, I was awe struck. His cock now fully blood engorged stood out proudly, involuntarily I licked my lips. His completely hard manhood was amazing, the foreskin had disappeared, and it looked circumcised like mine. I have always been proud of my equipment, at a little over eight inches, but; his put mine to shame. Now it's his cock with a drop of dew clinging to the dark red mushroom cap. I'm the one now on my knees, licking the head to remove it. Reaching out Hans pulled me to my feet, and led me over to the bed. After pulling back the covers, he gently laid me across the bed. I turned my head as he stood next to me. I was able to take the head of his cock into my mouth, stretching it to accommodate him. A slight moan escaped him, as he reached for my hard meat. With my cock in his hand he climbed over me and onto the bed, never once letting his manhood slip from my mouth. This is going to be a night to remember, I thought, as I kept sucking on his powerful tool. On his knees, he leaned forward and took me deep into that beautiful mouth of his. Now it was my time to moan. As he took my cock deeper, I placed my hands on his firm buttocks, pulling him down into the recesses of my throat. His legs began quivering, as he eased the whole thing into my throat. Deeper and deeper, ever so slowly he slid into me. I was so turned on; my throat just relaxed and accepted him. Removing my dick from his mouth only long enough to murmur "Ohhhh...Yes...Jim, yes", acknowledging the depth of penetration he'd achieved. As if to say "Thank You" he swallowed me to the hilt, and held me there as he massaged my balls. As if knowing I needed to take a breath he slowly began withdrawing, easing back up until only the head remained. As I swirled my tongue around the head, he moaned and lowered himself back down into my throat. All the while he continued to deep throat me. Reaching for my head with one hand he rolled over onto his side, I followed his every movement. We were in a fast paced sixty-nine, and deep throated each other relentlessly. We were moaning so loudly, I was sure someone could hear. Releasing my cock from his warm mouth, Hans turned and came up to lie beside me, whispering in my ear "You make me feel Sooo...good, and I want you so badly". Then kissed me as deeply as he could. Relaxing, I just let his tongue explore my mouth, then my neck, and down to my nipples. One by one he licked them until they stood hard, a low moan escaped my throat. Unable to move I lay motionless, enjoying the bath his tongue was giving me. As he began licking my navel I started to shake, and moan ever louder. Reaching his manhood I slowly manipulated the head, smearing the copious flow of fluid everywhere, covering even his hot testicles with it. "No one...has ever made me feel this way before, Jim" he whispered, coming up beside me. "I think...I...Love you", he giggled, kissing my cheek. Then softly kissed my lips. Neither of us had cum, but yet; it was a kind of climax anyway. We held each other, and drifted off into a pleasant sleep. Welcome to Frankfurt, part 2.... WILL be posted SOON ADDRESS COMMENTS TO: Jim_Cook7@msn.com BY GIVING A FEW DOLLARS TO NIFTY, YOU HELP KEEP THIS SITE WITHOUT CHARGE TO READERS LIKE YOU AND ME