Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2017 19:40:01 +0000
From: esellers65@hotmail.com
Subject: Wartime Adventure

It was the spring of 1918, and I am just finishing my senior year of high
school.  My name is William, and I live in a farming community of Kansas in
the US, just outside of Lawrence.  It has already been warmer than usual,
and the guys and I from my class have been to the lake fishing, skinny
dipping and playing in the water.  The country is at war, and we are all
enjoying what may be our last days together before getting draft notices
for the war.  Our community is full of German immigrants who left the
Fatherland to avoid the war.  Several of my best friends, Wilhelm, Karl,
and Johann (John)are in hoping to not get drafted for fear of fighting
family.  I don't want to get drafted, but we are at war.  The country has
to be defended.

After several more weeks, final exams are completed, graduation ceremonies
are done, and we have all been to the draft board office to register.  And,
like clockwork, within 30 days, I received my notice that I am being sent
to bootcamp and then to Germany.  I reported to Fort Hood for training and
conditioning and successfully completed training in 5 weeks.  The next
thing I know, I am on a ship headed to London to meet up with my platoon
and be deployed to Germany.  Four weeks later I find myself in the back of
a large truck with a dozen other guys.  We were all discussing how nervous
and scared we were to be going to war, but we knew we were well trained and
ready.  One of the guys in my platoon, Erich, had gone through training
with me in Texas.  He too just graduated from secondary school, but he was
an athlete.  He ran track and threw the shotput.  His arms were well
developed, and he had quite muscular legs.  I caught myself staring at his
physique several times while we were at camp, but chalked it off to
admiration of his development.  Prior to camp, I was one of the skinner
kids and had a string bean physique.

We arrived in Bavaria and rolled into a region just north and west of
Munich that had very little fighting.  The war efforts had already
partially ravaged this area, and we were in under the radar of the Germans.
The first night we arrived, we found an unoccupied barn that would serve as
a temporary shelter until we move again.  Erich and I went up to the
hayloft to stand guard to make sure no one entered the barn.  All of a
sudden, I had the urge to piss.  I told Erich that I had to go, and he said
not to pee in the loft or down the wall...it will give us away.  Pee over
the edge on the ground.  Just as I unzipped and pulled my dick out to pee,
the barn door opens...it's a pair of German soldiers.  Erich pulled me to
the ground with my dick out and covered my mouth.  He knew we would be dead
if they knew we were there.  They walked in and were preparing to bed down
for the night too.  Shit!  Now we have trouble.  I heard them call each
other Hans and Karl.  Hans was a gorgeous specimen – tall, tightly
shaven blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and a tight khaki German uniform
that had a nice big bulge at the cock...  Karl was an absolute German god
of a man – tightly shaven red hair, green eyes, average build and his
cock package was slightly bulged too.  By now, my desire to pee had
subsided as I had started a boner on the rise.

Erich put a hand over my mouth and shushed me not to say a word. Obviously,
the Germans were familiar with this barn and they started to get undressed
for the evening.  They both shed their uniform shirts and pants and
unfolded a blanket to sleep in the stall.  The other unfolded another
blanket.  Because it was confining quarters, they must have decided to
share one blanket on the ground and one over them.  The next thing I knew,
Karl had skinnied out of his shorts and was nude – obviously he slept
nude.  He laid down on the blanket and Hans laid down with his front curled
around Karl's butt – almost like spooning.  He pulled the blanket up
over both of them and laid a rifle on each side of them.  Erich and I were
virtually motionless, but we could see through the floorboards to keep an
eye on the Germans.

Night quickly fell and all of a sudden, I heard a quiet groaning coming
from the stall below.  I looked through the boards and could see what
appeared to be the German's kissing – sensually kissing!  I nudged Erich
and pointed down for him to look.  Obviously, what I thought I saw was
correct – he lipped, "They're kissing!"  I nodded and put my finger over
my lips to signal to be quiet.  This kissing went on passionately for a
couple minutes and the next thing I know, I hear groaning.  I look back
down through the floorboards and the top blanket is off.  Hans is out of
his underwear, and he is attempting to penetrate Karl.  I could hear the
groaning of Hans pushing against Karl's asshole, and then I heard what
sounded like a yipe as Hans must have gotten past Karl's sphincters.  I
looked down again and Hans had Karl's legs in the air and was slowly
fucking Karl while periodically kissing him.  Karl's boner glistened in the
moonlight through the window periodically, and the next thing I knew, I had
sprung a rock-hard, painful boner.  I looked over at Erich, and he too had
sprung a boner, and he was trying to carefully soothe it through his
uniform pants.

The Germans continued to fuck, but my curiosity was getting the best of me.
I wanted to see more.  I tried to shift, but the loft squeaked a bit.  We
froze.  The Germans were so engrossed in fucking that they were oblivious
to us.  They continued in the adult sexual activities.  I think Erich was
more enthralled with watching them that he motioned that we should jump
down and surprise them.  I shook my head no, but I knew he was going.  We
both grabbed our rifles and jumped over the edge of the loft – an 8'
drop.  We obviously caught them with the element of surprise and with the
literal pants down.  We had our rifles drawn on them, but they were more
interested in each other than us.  They both reached over and grabbed to
muzzle of their rifles and handed them to us.  They were quite wearied on
horny, as they were both naked and both had huge boners.  They started to
get up, and we put a bead on them out of fear.  They were both quite
observant and had noticed that both Erich and I had partially risen boners
in our uniform pants.  They proceeded to crawl over and reach up and caress
our cocks.  Erich looked totally shocked, as I am sure I did.  The next
thing I know, they had unzipped our uniform pants and had fished our cocks
out of our trousers.  They immediately put our cocks in their mouths and
proceeded to slide up and down our cocks getting up harder and harder.  I
looked over at Erich, and he had his eyes rolled up in the top of his head.
He was enjoying a German soldier blowjob.  I reached over and nudged him
and motioned to lay down his rifle.  We laid them on the side of the stall
and let the Germans proceed.  All of a sudden, both of the German's stopped
and turned around presenting their asses to us.  I said to Erich, "They
want us to fuck them!"

All of a sudden, Karl said, "Ja!  Fuchen mein arse!"  Hans concurred, "
Ja. Ja!  Ja!!"

I looked at Erich and said, "When in Germany...", and smiled.

I had not seen Erich's cock, but my cock is about 6" erect, uncut and
encircled by a brown bush of fur.  I had wanted to see Erich's cock, but
didn't know how to make that opportunity.  He turned to the moonlight
coming through the window and pulled down his uniform pants.  His cock was
huge.  His cock was almost fully hard and every bit of 11" long and uncut.
He had a gorgeous fire-mane of a bush.

I lined up behind Hans and spit on his hole.  I knew they had been fucking
and Karl should be somewhat lubed, but I don't know if anyone was going to
be prepared for Erich's cock.  I pushed into Hans and got through the first
sphincter.  He groaned, "Mein Gott!"  I wrapped one arm around his waist so
I could feel him exhale and the other arm around his chest so I could feel
his nipple.  As he exhaled, I pushed into him and straight past the second
sphincter.  He whispered, "Auch, lieber."  I held him until his breathing
returned to normal...not panicked.

Erich had been spitting on Karl's ass and had two fingers inside of him
trying to prepare him for his cock – as much as it could be.  If I know
anything about Erich, however, being sensitive or concerned is not going to
be his focus.  I was expecting him to push in past all sphincters and into
Karl regardless of pain.  Erich did notice that I had my arms around the
torso of Hans, and he pushed Karl's chest to the ground and placed his
hands on Karl's hipbones.  Then he plunged all 11" of erect cock straight
into Karl.  Karl screamed in pain.  Erich quickly put his hand over Karl's
mouth so as to muffle any other sounds.  I saw Karl's face, and he had
tears running.  I quietly said to Erich, "Take it easy...that may have been
a bit too rough..."

Karl's head was still on the ground, but he was slowly regaining composure.
Erich was slowly starting to pump his cock into Karl.  I too was riding
Hans' ass and plunging in and out, almost pulling my cock out and
repenetrating with every thrust.  Hans had a rock hard erection and was
thoroughly enjoying being ridden by an American.  Karl was groaning too,
but he was still working on accommodating Erich's massive meat.  Erich was
caressing Karl's back and kept pushing down his hips to penetrate better.
I looked over and could see that Erich had every inch buried into Karl's
ass.  With every thrust and bang into his intestinal wall, Karl shook.  He
was being wracked with ecstasy.

Then, Erich said to me, "Let's fuck `em till they cum!  Make `eme scream!!"
Erich reached around and grabbed each of our pairs of GI underwear and
rolled them up and stuffed them in the guys' mouths...just in case."  I
fucked Hans for less than 5 more minutes and was rubbing the skin between
his cock and asshole between his legs to get him built to a nut-busting
orgasm.  I want him to cum, but not draw attention to anyone outside –
if they are there. Hans started quivering and I took the underwear out of
his mouth and put them below his cock so he would cum on mine.  He was
shaking so hard and finally cut loose a huge load on my boxers.

Erich was working on bringing Karl to an explosive orgasm.  He was
pummeling his ass with his cock, and had pulled his arms onto his back and
was holding them there with one hand.  He was stroking Karl with the other
hand working him closely to an orgasm and stopping.  Erich kept this up for
a good 20 minutes and Karl was begging in German to cum.  His body was
aching to cum and his cock was pulsing feverishly after every time he edged
him to orgasm.  Karl had tears in his eyes again, but this time they were
tears of pleasure.  I have to admit that it was pretty exciting.  Finally,
Erich decided it was time for him to cum as well as Karl.  He aimed his big
cock over Karl's prostate and rub over it with every thrust.  Karl was now
having prostate orgasms and leaking cum out his cock.  Erich methodically
fucked Karl and reached around and grabbed his cock and started stroking it
slowly while fucking his ass.  Finally, Erich had rubbed his cock long
enough that he pumped a gigantic load of cum deep into the loins of Karl.
Erich left his cock inside Karl, as he wanted to ride out his orgasm.
Karl's legs started shaking and Erich rubbed his cock to force him to shoot
his load into his boxers.  Karl's uncut cock shot mound after mound of
thick, creamy cum.  Erich grabbed the back of the bottom of his shaft and
milked every drop of cum he could drain.  Then he rubbed to hood of Karl's
cock to force a harder orgasm.  With Erich's semi-erect cock still in his
ass enshrouded in his cum, Karl whispered, "Nein, mein liebe, nein!"

I heard Karl say that and whispered to Erich, "Did you understand that?"
Erich shook his head no.

I said, "Karl called you, `...my love...'"

It was now well into the night, very early morning.  We all decided to just
sleep together in the stall.  Erich left his cock in Karl's dripping ass
all night until arising in the morning.  Both of us awoke to fully dressed
Germans kneeling down over us and giving us each a passionate kiss and
saying, "Danke, mein Schatz."

We passionately each reciprocated the kiss, responding, "Bitte..."  We
never saw either of the guys again, and each wondered for years what
happened to them.  The closure of the barn door was the closure of what
could have been a beautiful pair of relationships.

I haven't written any stories in a while, so please let me know what you
think.  Email me at esellers65@hotmail.com.  Hope to hear from you soon.