Date: Thu, 20 Aug 2009 17:08:13 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: KIEL NAVAL COLLEGE, 1911 - 3

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.

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PORTRAYED TAKE PLACE ON PLANET CUTTER. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE,
PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex
in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular
geopolitical area to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow
minors access but you knew that.

I normally prefer to write in First Person (frowned on by the more
technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the
tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must
realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is
me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank...  that's them.

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KIEL NAVAL COLLEGE, 1911



3 - Private Lessons



by



G. Cutter



Well, after our initial and almost frenzied activities we settled down. As
you do at school we slipped into a little clique which included Christian
and Klaus, of course, as well as Wolfy and Willi. Alright, they were
younger but in our spare time we tended to play around with them in more
ways that one. Both Dieter and I paid our duty calls to Brabant in his
cabin and really I was so non inpressed that it's not even worth a note. He
was what they call a 'quick' lover and he certainly didn't want to
reciprocate. He hauled us in purely on the principle of 'droit du seigneur,
he wanted his share.

I took up choral singing as an additional lesson and surprise, surprise
Dieter took up riding. We both assured each other that if we struck gold
with our targets or 'crushes' to put in a good word for the other. These
additional lessons were over and above our usual morning classes and had to
fit in with the occasional afternoon classes so they were a bit of a strain
as they bit into our free time.

I didn't care, I had to admit I had a crush on the young Herr Doctor
Brandt. The general concensus was that he came from a wealthy family but
had buried himself in the school so he could pursue his hobby which was a
historical interest in the great German composers. The choir was a bit of a
laugh and comprised around fifteen of us spread across the classes but I
must admit my main interest was in the Doctor. I suspect his age was around
twenty six, a big man but not too big, he wore his hair long as was the
fashion even amongst the students. The difference was that we would all be
cropped when we moved up into the Academy and he would remain as he was. He
had a ready smile and a boyish face, nice teeth and lips to die for as they
say now and used to say then but only we boys. One didn't discuss young
ladies like that unles they were servants or village girls. Anyway, I'm
getting ahead of myself, remembering back over the years is a bit difficult
at times. Dieter was the first to go down to a man or go down on a man of
the two of us and he was taken with the Riding Instructor, Herr Richter who
strangely enough was a civilian but related to the Deputy Head. The old
school tie wasn't just a British Empire thing it worked in our new Empire
or Reich as we called it.

I can recall as if it was yesterday Dieter's account of how he first got
topped rather roughly by Richter, apparently it got better as the months
passed by but he always walked quite bow legged like a cavalryman for the
rest of the evening after. I should call this the Gospel According to Saint
Dieter but my Deet was no saint. This is more or less as Dieter told me
later in the evening.  ..........

" After you wandered off with those two kids I hung around until the little
blond was dismissed and Richter offered me a short ride around to study my
deportment and skill and I accepted, you know I can handle myself on a
horse. He seemed quite impressed and was quite flattering and I advised him
that my father was the manager of a large farm and I did quite a lot of
riding with the owner's son... and that is you by the way."

...........

I nodded and settled down to hear the gory details... the good bits

............

"He asked me to unsaddle and sort the gear out and then put the horse out
to graze which I was happy to do. He was giving me the eye all the time and
I knew he was hot for my arse, I didn't think I was the first cadet he'd
pronged, he was good looking enough to have his pick. The first hint came
when I was bending over picking something up and he gave me a sharp slap on
my bottom and it hurt, you know with the thin trousers and those ridiculous
stripey things. Naturally enough I yelped and it seemed to excite him and
arouse him, his front was bulging anyway.

'Not much of a tough Prussian after all,' he grinned and really looked me
up and down and I mean blatantly. I probably blushed a little and told him
that he had surprised me. He then took me into a small office which seemed
to serve as a relaxation station, there was a bed in it at least and told
me to bend over the desk.

'What for, sir. I haven't done anything?' I remonstrated.

'No matter,' he laughed again,' I want to see how tough you are.'

'Tough enough, sir.' Jeez, what else was I supposed to say, this was the
Prep School for the Naval Academy after all and a little beating never
ruined any boy at least not to my knowledge.

'Good,' he gave that half grin again and slipped his belt from his riding
trousers. As I bent over the table he gave me a whistling slap on the
backside but there was no real force there. Then a second and a third and
that was when he made his move. He stroked my tingling bottom and asked me
how I felt.

'I'll live, sir.'

'Cheeky boy,' he tugged my uniform trousers down around my ankles so that I
was bare arsed apart from the stripeys and then gave me another whack and
this time I felt it.

'Ow!'

Another whack and this time I kept silent, then another and another. By now
my arse was as sore as hell and he stood me up and from the rear pulled the
blue jacket off over my head.  'Bend over, Dieter.'

I did so beginning to regret my actions. You know me Karl. I'm a lover not
a bloody masochist."

..........

I grinned feeling my hardeness stiffening in my trousers. 'Go on. Deet.'

...........

" Another whack and by now my bottom was beginning to feel like it was on
fire but he just gave me one more whack and stood me up again. This time he
peeled off the stripey and running his hands all over my body lowered the
damn thing so that it slipped down my legs leaving me almost totally
naked. His hands slipped down my front and grasped my erection fondling and
squeezing my hardon and at the same time pressed in against me so that I
could feel his own hardness pressing against my sore bum.

'Bend over, Dieter.' I did so again expecting more on the bare flesh but he
fumbled around behind me and then I thought he was going to prong me there
and then but he didn't. I felt some smooth oily salve on my soreness and he
massaged my cheeks until they were slippery and bouncy like children's
balloons. A finger slipped between my cheeks but he just tickled at my
pucker. His next move was to move his hands around to the front and give me
an oily wank and I began to think that perhaps he was just a lady-man and
the spanking was just a bluff to overawe me or impress me. I got that one
wrong as well. 'Strip off,' he rasped and span me around grasping my arms
roughly. 'Get naked, boy,' he growled and smashed his lips onto mine nearly
chipping a tooth. I fell back onto the desk and he tugged my trousers and
stripeys off removing my boots and stockings at the same time. He looked
down at me and started to remove his own clothing.

A broad hairless chest and a narrow waist, all very nice for a man who
wasn't all that tall but after he made me tug his riding boots off he
dropped his underwear and I nearly passed out. His penis was a monster,
eight inches or maybe a hand in horsey measurements, his dark crimson head
was drooling and he just did not delay. He pushed me back onto the desk so
that my arse was just on the edge and then started to oil me again only
this time thrusting two fingers deep inside me and finger fucked me until I
was as sore inside as I was outside. I moaned and groaned but he showed not
an ounce of mercy as he ravished my hole until it felt like it was as open
as one of our rock caverns at home.

I was laying there with my legs in the air and my hole gaping when he
applied a handful of the oil to his cock working it in and positioned
himself at my anus. One sharp jab and I yelped and then moaned as he drove
in a couple of inches of his thick cock and paused. 'Not so tough now,
Dieter,' he whispered and started to fuck me. he fucked like a machine and
it hurt as he drove in deeper and deeper, I had tears springing from my
eyes and every time I tried to grab his hips he knocked my hands away
intent on taking his pleasure whether I liked it or not. At last he
bottomed and I felt the crispness off his pubic hairs and his belly hair
pressing against me. It was inside me, his enormous penis was lodged in my
belly and to my shame it felt good.

After all the rough stuff he bent his head and gently kissed me on the
lips. A second later he was on the move with long well oiled and regular
strokes that seemed to open me up afresh at every thrust. I reached out and
this time he let me cling to him and my calves rested on his shoulders as
he took his pleasure. It wasn't a rape but not too far removed and in the
end when he cum he growled like an animal and let go two or three enormous
blasts or thick creamy man juice that trickled from my hole as he continued
to fuck into my battered and dribbling anus.

'Excellent, young Dieter,' He smiled amiably at me as he stood back and
wiped his softening cock off with a rag. 'There is a privy through there,'
he pointed out a door. 'Maybe without the spanking next time?'

'That would be nice, sir,' I managed a smile.

'Perhaps you can ride the intructor as well next time?' He looked at me and
smiled. 'But you can keep it this time,' he squeezed my painfully hard
cock. 'Your friends up the hill will doubtless comfort you.' He pulled his
clothing up and left me to visit the small toilet and clean myself
up. After that he gave me a brief kiss and I joined up with you and the
boys."

...........

'God, the man's a lunatic. What are you going to tell the others when you
shower, they're bound to notice.'

'So what?' He shrugged.  'You can kiss it better later.'

'I'll do that... the bastard,' I scowled. 'You didn't mention my interest?'
I was suddenly alarmed.

'No, no,' he laughed and hugged me. 'Not yet.'

'Don't bother yourself,' I snapped. Then again I might sample the riding
instructor but I would have to be hard up for cock and I certainly wasn't
going short at the moment. The Choir Master or Music Teacher as he was more
properly addressed was far more interesting. No spanking with this one, at
least I hoped not.

We wandered back to the school but not before I'd dropped my trousers and
let poor Deet have himself a fuck. The poor dear needed it and it was my
pleasure... it always was with my bestest friend.

The summer wore on and it was one of the best in my life. It's amazing when
you're an old man those boyhood summers seemed to have lasted forever. One
doesn't remember the rainy days or the days we spent under punishment -
just the good times.

Anyway, I stuck in with my singing although I had all the musical ability
of a frog with a sore throat and finally Dr Brandt pulled me aside and had
a word.

'Von Raedar,' he looked at me and I thought how attractive he was. He was
still a young man and had his hair shoulder length as befitted an musician
but he was a lot bigger than I was and I'd already had wet dreams thinking
about bedding him. Small chance and no chance the way things were
going. 'Your singing leaves a lot to be desired, you don't seem to be able
to hold a tune.'

'Yes sir. I'm sorry sir. It's just that I love music.'

'Have you thought of an instrument, we have a small school band which is
enthusiastic if not very profficient.

'It's a thought, sir.'

'Yes,' he smiled and looked at me. Then damn me if he didn't reach out and
slowly run his finger down my hairless cheek. 'Yes,'he repeated.  'I have
an appointment, we will talk tomorrow, Karl-Eric isn't it?'

'They call me Karl, sir.'

'Then I shall call you Karl,' he smiled again. 'See me after practice
tomorrow.'

Naturally enough I told Dieter all about it but he was in hot pursuit of
Wolfy, Willi or one of the others. I spent a quiet night saving myself. The
stroke on the cheek had done it, I was sure Dr Brandt was interested if not
drooling. The following day we attended classes as normal and directly
after lunch I had choir practice. There were only around ten of us involved
and the session went badly, I felt that the good Doctor was out of sorts or
perhaps he realised he was flogging a dead horse.  Some of the others were
bad but I was the worse and I was really trying.

In the end our teacher rapped on the lectern. 'Enough, boys. Enough.' He
looked at us and smiled. 'Sunshine... grass... woods... Go and enjoy,' he
dismissed us and caught my eye. I lingered so that I was last out and then
dragged my feet somewhat but I needn't have worried.

'Karl,' he called me and I walked over. 'Perhaps you would like to pay me a
visit in my room just before lights out,' he placed hishand on my shoulder
and squeezed gently. 'Perhaps we can discuss what instrument would suit
you,' his thumb gently ran up the side of my neck to my jaw. 'Tonight?'

'Yes, sir. Ten thirty, sir?'

'That sounds perfect,'he smiled. 'Between you and I... yes?'

'Yes sir,' I ran from the room, the phrase 'over the moon' springs to mind
as I was. The rest of the day passed in a dream, I spend time with Dieter
and the boys and we even had a sticky fingered session but I was keyed up
for the evening's tryst. By ten as everyone else was thinking of going to
bed I was fully dressed after having showered and donning clean
stripeys. The worse that could happen was that the Doctor would want to
talk about musical instruments, the best... well, you can imagine the
best. The hillarious thing was everyone knew that I was upto something but
someone always was, the inter dormitory traffic made the place seem look
like a busy market around the eleven o'clock mark.

'Have fun,' Dieter whispered just before I left. 'Put a good word in for
me.'

'I shall,' I promised and gave him a farewell kiss. I was on my own.

I hurried down the deserted and dimly lit passageways until I came to his
door, I could hear him playing his violin inside and knocked as quietly as
I could. He stopped playing and opened the door, a big smile and I was
inside. It was a lovely room, I saw a bed in the corner but what I liked
was a raging log fire which made his room warm and cosy unlike the dorms
which tended to get cold at night.

He was still fully suited and booted and continued to play as I sat and
watched. Maybe out of nervousness I was playing with a marble in my pocket
and began to toss it watching it's reflection in the fire. Suddenly I
dropped it and he stopped playing, we both went to pickup the shiny glass
object and our hands toughed. He lifted the marble and looked at the fire
through the glass ball and I tried to do the same. Our faces were inches
apart and I could smell his man odour and his lust. He looked at me and as
if it was meant to be his lips met mine and we shared our first
kiss. Almost an innocent kiss until he pressed me back onto the carpet in
front of the fire and then it got more urgent and more passionate. His
tongue pressed at my lips and then my teeth and then we were kissing as
Deet and I did, tongue on tongue. The undressing was unhurried and he
seemed to enjoy removing my blue jacket and white trousers until he was in
his ordinary underwear and I was in my stripey. I could see the outline and
bulk of his nearly hard man cock in his undies and he could see mine. It
didn't take long before the embrace and kissing became a race as to who
could undress the other the quickest. When he was finally exposed I was
shocked, my mild and rather placid music teacher was built like a
donkey. It had to be seven or even eight inches and it was fat and jerking
as he moved against me exploring my body with his lips. I ruffled his long
hair as his mouth slipped over my own jerking penis and he took me in right
down to his gullet. His big hands grasped the cheeks of my bottom moulding
and squeezing until he up ended me and began to mouth me under my balls. I
felt his hot breath and slippery tongue at my hole and he spread my
buttocks probing with his pointed tongue until I could swear he was in
me. My cock was dribbling and he kept moving around and taking a quick suck
removing the precum and then getting back to my hole until I felt almost
fluid. He slipped two fingers in me and continued to dribble saliva onto me
working it into my hole until he was satisfied.

A quick flip and positioning, I was crouched in front of the fire with my
bum at his mercy and he leant on me so that I could feel his belly on my
back and his huge stiffness slipping between my legs. I felt one hand
steady my hips and then the mass of his glans slippery with precum and
saliva slid between my cheeks and nudged up against my pucker. I steeled
myself but with one firm push he pentrated me and in the brief pain I felt
his fat cock's end slip inside me and there I was pinned on his prick like
a moth on a spike.

'Good boy, Karl,' he whispered and slipped in a little further. God knows
what it would have been like had I been a virgin but I wasn't and his hands
ran up and down my sides as he slowly and gently fucked moving in deeper
and deeper at each thrust. It was so big and I felt so stretched but he was
loving with it and as I craned my head around his lips sought mine as he
slowly worked his mass into my tight bottom. 'Yesss...' He sighed his
satisfaction when he had half of it in and started to fuck me with short
jabs slipping inside me deeper and deeper. My own cock was jerking to and
fro and dribbling a pearly ooze as he moved one hand to my head messing my
hair and then he grabbed my shoulders and pulled my body onto his thrusts
as he fucked harder and harder.

'Doctor, Doctor,' I groaned as I felt his thick sausage begin to fill my
gut so that I felt like I was going to explode.

'I think you can call me Hans in private,' he chuckled and pulled me up so
that we were kneeling upright. He moved inside my legs and with one solid
shove I felt the rest of his fat cock spear into me and his smooth belly in
the small of my back. I had the monster cock fully inside and now the real
fuck began. Once we got going his saliva and juices eased the passage and
he slid in and out quite easily. He rubbed against that gland inside me so
that my penis steadily dripped myown juices onto the carpet but he kept
going. Back to doggy, then on our sides and finally he bent me over his
armchair so that my bottom was fully stretched and exposed and he started
pulling it out to the head and then sliding it back in. He actually slid
free a couple of times and rammed straightback in through my bruised and
battered pucker.

In the end we were back to the doggy and he rode me until I felt his huge
lump seem to swell and he spurted and splattered his man spunk deep into my
belly. His final trick was to slip free once more and spray and wipe his
final issue all over my flanks and my back. He rubbed it in until I was
shiny and tacky and then he collapsed with me in his arms. I had to wank
and started to flog away at my aching cock until I sprayed my belly and
chest with my own load .

'That was a waste,' he sighed and scooped some cum onto his fingers taking
the slimy whiteness to his mouth. 'Come to bed..'

'I need a privy,' I bleated. I could feel his overabundant cum trickling
down my inside thighs.

'Over there,'he pointed to corner and a door, thank God for private and
well plumbed toilets, we truly were in the twentieth century at last.

When I returned having washed my back end in cold water I was expecting to
be dismissed but he was in bed and the lights were off. The fire provided
enough light to see by all the same. 'No more waste.'

'Pardon, sir... Hans.'

'The next time you cum like that it's inside me,' he smiled and I saw his
teeth gleaming the fire's glow. 'Get in,' he patted the bed alongside
himself and I grinned. It looked like I was a guest for the night.

God knows what time it was when I awoke but the fire had died to embers,
there was the vaguest of grey light getting by the curtains and he was
awake.

'You're hard again, my love,' he was warm alongside me and I cuddled in as
his strong arms embraced me. He was right, I must have been having pleasant
dreams as my member was as rigid as a poker. A quick check and I could feel
an oozing from my pee slit at the tip, bloody amazing, I was in heat
again. My bum was aching and a little sore but I knew I wanted it again. I
wanted that fat cock of his up me but this time I had a duty to perform. As
he turned his back on me I snuggled in feeding my erection between his
remarkably smooth cheeks. 'Go on, Karl.' he whispered and I nudged in until
I felt resistance. 'Do it,' he croaked.

I pushed up and felt myself sink into his delicious warmth and tightness. I
shouldn't think he let too many of the boys in there as he was as tight as
most of his students and it did me the world of good to hear him moan and
cry out as I plundered his manly bottom.  In the end he was on his belly
and I was on top hammering downwards into his fleshy posterior until I felt
my juices rise and I cum deep and messily. I breathed deeply, I'd done it
to him and my honour was satisfied but it wasn't over yet, he let me lie on
him until I began to soften and then slipped free. I could see with the
bedding all over the place that he was sporting a morning glory and I
didn't need to be top of the class to see what he intended.

I lay on my back waiting to see how he wanted me and he soon made his
move. He lifted my legs so that I was totally exposed. Parting them he bent
them at the knees so that I was holding them out of the way and then he was
on me. His wet and slippery tongue slobbered at my ring and I realised that
he was going to come in from the front. I trembled as I looked up at him,
from close range his hardness looked like a huge German sausage and the
thought of that opening me up gave me a shiver but it was too late. The
saving grace was that he produced a pot of something from somewhere in the
bed and coated his massive cock with a clear gel until it gleamed and
glinted in the early morning light. Before I could think any further or
object he placed his bulging glans at my saliva coated pucker and slowly
but firmly pushed. I clutched him as the pain of my stretching became
unbareable but then if faded as he got his big lump in me, my ring must
have closed that little around his shaft and that was well oiled. He slid
inside me and I groaned only to be silenced by his lips as he leant in and
started to fuck me.

I dropped my legs onto his back and wrapped my arms around his neck as he
almost lay on me belly to belly and fucked in short and hard jabs. He
started to take longer and longer strokes and I moaned and wriggled but in
that position I was helpless and I imagined it was Deet. Don't get me
wrong, I liked Hans but Deet was my lover and we rarely did it this way, we
would in the future.

Hans didn't last all that long, he finished in a grunting and sweating
flurry as he fucked me like a maniac and in the end released a flood of his
adult cream into my battered and bruised hole. I was squishy, squelchy and
oozing spunk as he slowly withdrew and squeezed a final trickle onto my
limp noodle rubbing it until it was messily shiny.

'I love an early morning coupling,' he remarked as he sat on the edge of
the bed. I just reached for my stripey.

'My friend, Dieter...'

'The Von Arnim boy?'

'Yes.' I think I might have blushed a little. 'He asked me to put a good
word in for him, he finds you very attractive.'

'There is a price,' he smiled and slapped my bottom as I clambered into my
white trousers.

'Yes?'

'You and he have to give me a show on the bed... one afternoon say. I want
to see you two at it and that is all the way.'

'I'm sure that can be arranged,' I felt about for my stockings and boots.

'Excellent,' he stood in just his drawers and looked at me. 'After that he
can stay overnight... and after that, you can both stay overnight.'

'Yes, sir.' I stood and tugged my blue jumper on. I needed to get to a
privy and have a shower and from his clock I had about an hour before
reveille.

'Good bye or rather au revoi... until the next time, Sweet Karl.'

I hurried to my messroom and sat on my bed to find Deet awake and staring
at me.

'Good?' He asked.

'Yes,' I moved over and sat on his bed. The mess was quiet and I felt his
body front and centre.'

'I didn't have a visit from anyone last night,' he whined. 'Not even a
wank.'

'Aaah, poor Deety,' I tugged his bedding down and he was right. His boy
cock stuck up straight on his belly and I ducked down. A little more cum
wouldn't harm and he was by boy after all. We were lovers, people like
Wolfgang, Willi and all the rest of them were just the icing on the cake. I
gave him a quick grin as I licked across his pee slit and then took his
salty tasting cock into my mouth...


			.....................................................................................................




I typed 'The End' as I finished on my laptop, I would burn the originals
and that would be an end of it. .  My grandfather's early memoirs would
never see the light of day at least not via a regular publisher. Maybe one
of the unorthodox online collections as some sort of a curiosity but
certainly not on open sale. I never imagined that he'd been gay or what we
now call gay, he was both active and passive and seemed to enjoy both roles
equally. Then again he had married and raised a son who was our father so
he wasn't that gay. He must have been a very cautious man to survive the
Weimar Republic and the Third Reich steadily gaining seniority and even
working for the Allies after the war. As they say nowadays; he must have
kept his nose exceedingly clean.

He was a well loved elder to both by myself and my two brothers and often
told us of his times in the North Sea or, as he called it the German Ocean
chasing British merchant ships with his E Boat squadrons. The fact that he
survived his naval time is a miracle in itself, two World Wars, the Cold
War and the then his lengthy retirement. And through it all not one hint,
not a clue of his younger life. Truly amazing.

He went from a rather frail old man tottering around the farm into a
bedridden one in a flash and passed on very peacefully with his family
around him. My father, Dieter; my two brothers Cristian and Wolfy and
myself named after him, Karl-Eric. None of the others knew his secret and
now I knew but I wouldn't be passing it on... let the old man rest in
peace.

We buried him just before the Christmas of 1996. Later, when I knew his
story I wondered when he lay in his bed slowly sinking if he recalled
stormy nights on the grey waters of the North Sea chasing the British
coastal traffic, the Red Army advances and the loss of his beloved East
Prussian homeland or perhaps not. I'd like to think he harked back to the
summer of 1911, his best friend Deiter and his other close friends,
Christian, little Wolfy and Willi... even Brabant and the music teacher.

He would have been pleased with his tombstone and the simple inscription
father selected and curiously enough a quotation from a Russian poet of all
people.

		The knights are dust and their swords are rust.
		Their souls are with the saints we trust.

Sleep well, Konter Admiral Karl-Eric von Raedar.


				  THE END


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