Date: Tue, 01 Mar 2011 12:22:19 -0800
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 3 of Affair of a Foreign Nature

Affair of a Foreign Nature
Chapter 3
South Tyrol Discoveries

       John and I cleared quickly through customs since we were just coming
from Germany. It was simply handing our forms over and telling them where
we were staying. After we got our bags, we went out by the curb and there
was a tall man, dressed very nicely, holding a sign with my name on it. I
recognized him to be Karl's father, Herr Baumgartner, from Karl's family
pictures on Facebook. "I'm David," I said.
       "Hallo, David," he said cheerfully, "Und zis must be John."
       John looked at him stunned. Before he could even ask, Herr
Baumgartner put his hand on my shoulder and explained "I got a call from
your mozzer zat you were brrringing a frrriend.  Of course, he is entirely
welcome."
       "Thank you, sir," John said politely. The relief on John's face was
evident. I know he was worried about not being accepted.
       Herr Baumgartner spoke very good English but it was fun to hear him
roll his "R's" in the back of his throat. It sounded like he was gettin'
ready to hawk a lugey. And, like almost every German, he had an impossible
time with the "th" sound always coming out as a "z" sound instead.
       He led us to his shiny Beemer and we put our bags in his trunk. I
got in front and John hopped into the back seat. "Excuse me, sir," John
began once he was buckled in, "have you heard anything about my father?"
       "Ach, I only know zat your fazer is sadly very busy on somezing
important, und he will be coming to collect you at ze hotel, as soon as
possible. Until zen, you should rrrelax und enjoy your visit wiz us."
       This clearly pleased John and he smiled brightly for the first time
since I referred to him as my friend on the plane. A world of worry and
tension evaporated in an instant. "Thanks," said John very appreciatively.
       The drive from Innsbruck to South Tyrol was fascinating. The
buildings were all so different. I'd seen them in pictures and stuff, but
to actually see them in real life was way impressive. They were a mixture
of extremely modern and very ancient. All the old looking ones were very
well kept up. The streets were spotlessly clean and I didn't see any
graffiti or trash. Some of the streets were cobblestone and that made for a
bumpy ride even in the nice Beemer. There was German Oom-Pah music playing
on the radio. I wondered if the kids listened to that or just older
people. I doubted the kids did since Karl and I had talked about music and
he liked a lot of the groups I did, especially Green Day.
       After leaving the city, we headed through the mountainous
countryside. John and I oohed and ahhed at the scenery. The massive peaks
of the Alps were both intimidating and inspiring. "Zeese mountains are
called ze Dolomites," Herr Baumgartner explained. "We will see ze tallest
peak in Austrrria, it is called ze Grossglockner. It means big rrringer, or
big bells. It is 3,798 meter high."
       I had no idea what that meant in American height. I climbed Mount
Whitney last summer with my dad and it's the tallest peak in the
continental United States at 14,500 feet. I looked it up later on my Mac
and felt proud to know Mt. Whitney is actually higher than the "Big
Ringer." Mount Whitney was the greatest trip ever. It was me and my dad and
a guy he worked with and his son. I wished Ricky could have gone with, but
my dad said he couldn't handle it. He was right, as usual. That hike would
have killed Ricky. It took us 5 days of backpacking and we covered over
fifty miles. It was kind of awkward the first day with the kid I didn't
know, who was a year older, but by the second day we found some common
interests and at the end, we were pretty good friends. The scenery was
really pretty on that hike, but nothing like this. This was the most
beautiful place I had ever seen. If the clouds ablaze from the sunrise that
we saw in the plane looked like heaven, then the Dolomites looked like the
place where angels came for vacation.
       The bright blue sky contrasted with thick patches of emerald green
forest and lush meadows with patches of snow in the shaded spots. Beautiful
two story houses with the timbers exposed and white-washed plaster were
scattered along the countryside, usually at the back of a meadow against a
stand of trees. We saw rabbits and deer in the meadows. The higher we got,
the more snow there was. I was full of curious questions for Herr
Baumgartner about everything I saw and about his family and the ski resort
and the animals in the forests and, and, and. He seemed to thoroughly
appreciate my curiosity, however, and was happy to answer all my questions
thoroughly. Lots of adults act bothered when I ask a lot of questions. At
last, after about three hours driving, we reached our destination.
       The main part of the hotel was a beautiful three story structure
built in that old alpine style with white ornamental wood shutters and
stair rails. The ski resort was close enough to walk to. There were little
cottages scattered around. "This is awesome!" I exclaimed.
       "Yeah, it's way cool!" agreed John.
       "I'm so glad you zink so," Herr Baumgartner said with a smile.
       "Where's Karl?" I asked. I was excited to see him again.
       "Oh, Karl is working in ze rrrestaurant now. He will be finished
soon. Ze mid day eating is ze big meal for us. My wife is preparing a large
dinner for you tonight, since you are used to eating more at night, Karl
tells us. I will have your bags taken to ze villa you will be staying in. I
apologize, but I do not have any ozer rooms available, und zere is only 2
betts und Karl wishes to stay in ze villa wiz you. Will zat be okay or
would u like Karl to stay in his rrroom at our hotel, so you can each have
your own bett?" Herr Baumgartner asked.
       "Oh, we definitely want Karl to stay with us in the villa. You don't
mind if we share a bed, do you John?"
       He shook his head. "Nuh-uhh, that's cool."
       Herr Baumgartner gave instructions to a young man in a hotel uniform
and he got a little motorized cart and loaded our luggage while we followed
Herr Baumgartner to the last villa perched on a slope leading directly down
to the main ski lift.  When we walked in, John and I both said, "WOW" in
unison. In a corner to the left was a small kitchen area with a stove,
mini-fridge, sink and cupboards. Above the sink was a locked glass case
full of bottles of wine.
       Herr Baumgartner showed us that the shelves were stocked with treats
and said the fridge had drinks in it. On the right was a large walk-in
closet stocked with snowboard gear in our exact sizes already hung
up. Against the wall were two barely used Burton snowboards. Our names were
on a card above each set of gear. We each had a nice, fluffy white bathrobe
hanging under our names as well. Two other robes hung separately on the
back wall. Next to the big closet was a large bathroom. There was a funny
looking beige toilet without a tank on the back of it and a matching
colored sink with all kinds of bottles of stuff on the marble counter
top. It was like how I pictured a mansion to be. There was a large, glass
enclosed shower at the back of the bathroom with a shower nozzle on both
ends.
       At the other end of the main room, a big fireplace was set in the
wall, and there were matching black leather couches placed back to
back. One couch faced the fireplace and the other faced a large screen TV
on the opposite wall. A coffee table of natural wood set in front of the
couch on the TV side. Beyond the back wall, through sliding glass doors,
was a patio with a small hot tub, four person sauna, and an open air
shower. There was a fence surrounding the patio for complete privacy. On
the right half of the villa was a door entering into a single bedroom with
two king-size beds. The beds had big fluffy comforters on them. There was a
TV mounted on the wall opposite each bed.
       Everything was decorated really nice. Lots of natural wood was used
and the carpets in the bedroom were soft and fluffy. The bathroom was all
tiled in browns and beiges with big mirrors on the walls. The rest of the
villa was adorned with solid wood floors covered by fancy rugs. Pictures of
castles and landscapes hung on the walls.
       "We'll take this bed by the window," I said. "It's plenty big for
two of us. Heck, it's big enough for four of us."
       Herr Baumgartner laughed. "Very good zen. Well, I suggest you trrry
und sleep some before dinner. Ozerwise, you will be very tired. You need to
adjust to day being night und night being day," he warned.
       "I'm not tired; I want to explore. Can we go snowboarding?" John
asked.
       "Not today. Tomorrow, Karl will take you. You rrreally should sleep
now. Trrrust me about zis."
       The porter brought our bags and asked if he could help us hang our
clothes up. I told him no, we'd rather do it ourselves. When they left I
looked at John and he broke into a giant grin to match mine and I said,
"How freaking balls is this place?"
       "I know! I'd rather be with my dad, but if I have to wait somewhere
for him, this is the best place ever!"
       "Well, how about we get unpacked and then maybe we better take Herr
Baumgartner's advice and get some sleep." John agreed with me, and we hung
our clothes next to our snow gear under our name cards. I took the secret
camera and put it on the counter in the bathroom along with my other
toiletries. When we were finished unpacking, we stashed our bags in the
corner of the closet, grabbed our robes and headed to the bedroom. "I want
this side near the window. That okay with you?" I asked.
       "Sure," agreed John.
       "I really want a shower before I crash," I said.
       "Me too; that sounds good." John sat on the other bed and pulled his
shoes and socks off. "You can go first; I'll check out the TV," he said.
       "I noticed there are two shower nozzles in there. Would you be
embarrassed to share it and then watch TV together in bed until we fall
asleep?"
       "Okay. That sounds great." John lit up at the suggestion. He jumped
up and started stripping out of his shorts and shirt and then without any
hesitation, off came the boxers. I followed his example, pried off my shoes
by the heel, pulled my t-shirt over my head, and slipped my warm-ups and
boxers off together at once.
       John started giggling at me as he put his fluffy white robe on. The
robe was way too big for him even though it was a small. It was a men's
small. "What?" I looked to see what on my body was so funny. I didn't have
a boner, so that wasn't it.
       "Your big toe is poking out your sock," he giggled.
       I looked down and sure enough, the whole toe was sticking out. I
wiggled it and he laughed more. "You think a toe is funny?" I wiggled it
and lifted it up and said, "Attack of the killer toe!"
       He was laughing uncontrollably. I figured he was just really tired
even though he didn't want to admit it; and sometimes when I get really
tired, I laugh at the stupidest stuff. "Eeeeeyahhh," I screeched and
charged toward him. He stumbled backward and fell onto the bed. I jumped up
on the bed next to him and stuck my stocking foot with the wiggling toe in
his face. He laughed harder and pushed it away. I was laughing now too and
said, "Toe invasion!" I slipped my killer toe monster down inside his robe
and started wiggling it into his ribcage. He started jumping and rolling
around and evading my attacking toe. I countered his every move and
continued the toe tickle attack. He was outrageously ticklish and I was
having a riot attacking him. He ultimately slid up against the headboard
and had no more room to escape. He was thrashing and half laughing - half
crying as I continued to subject him to the tickle toe torture. He pushed
at my foot with his hands but I deftly moved it around to avoid him
grabbing and controlling my tickle monster.
       "Uncle! Uncle!" he cried out.
       Taking pity on him, I pulled my foot away and scrambled off the
bed. "John's ticklish!" I declared and pointing at him with both hands
added, "I have the power over you now."
       He was wiping his eyes and heaving to catch his breath. "No fair."
       "All's fair in love and war," I countered.
       "You may have the advantage now, but I've studied lots of military
history, remember? So I know a few tactics. You better watch out. I might
just launch a sneak attack." He was grinning.
       "Yeah right, you and what army?" I smugly retorted. I turned to go
get my robe off the other bed when, WHAM! I felt John's bare flesh collide
with my naked backside. He flung his arms around my neck and wrapped his
legs around mine. The force of his jump propelled me forward. His legs
being wrapped around mine prevented me from catching my balance and I face
planted into the plush brown carpet between the two beds. Luckily, I used
my arms to catch our fall, but I sprained my left wrist slightly in doing
so. "Hey," I complained, "that's a cheap shot attacking from behind like
that."
       "All's fair in love and war," repeated John, parroting the words I
just used on him.
       "War it is then," I laughed. I flung myself sideways and rolled him
off my back. I spun away and countered. We engaged and rolled around the
floor twisting and grabbing at each other. I had both his arms in my grasp
when he reached up with both feet, planted them in my chest and gave a
powerful shove. It toppled me backwards and he started to laugh again. I
rose up on all fours and crawled back toward him. He squealed and tried to
escape but I caught hold of his flailing, open robe. It slipped off his
shoulders and I was left holding the empty robe as he flung his naked butt
up onto our bed. "Oh no you don't!" I grabbed an ankle and dragged him back
onto the floor, kicking, squirming, and laughing his head off.
       "I almost got away," he said between bursts of laughter. I got him
by the other ankle and twisted him until he was forced to roll over onto
his back. Then I scrambled up and straddled him, sitting on his pelvis and
I grabbed one arm. I slid up onto his chest and pinned the captured arm
under my knee. He squirmed and bucked but I had a weight advantage over
him. I tried catching his free arm at the wrist but he managed to keep
evading my grasp. He was quick and dodgy.
       "Okay, time for the secret weapon." With my right hand, I reached
down and started tickling his ribs again.
       "Aaaahhhh!" squealed John as he started laughing and hollering. At
the same time, he was kicking his legs wildly behind me. "Uncle! Uncle!" he
cried out.
       "I'm not falling for that again," I said, continuing my tickle
torture. Finally, I was able to grab his free wrist and pin that arm under
my other knee. I stopped tickling him, and I sat there on his chest with
his arms pinned and my hands resting on my thighs. "I win."
       "Not yet!" declared John as he caught his breath. He gave an
unexpected lurch with his right shoulder and freed his right arm. The
battle resumed, and I started chasing the elusive wrist again. Suddenly, he
moved it up, left, down and then straight out. He shocked me as he grabbed
a fistful of my naked, dangling balls and squeezed.
       "Aaaahhh," I cried out. "Hey, that's definitely not fair!"
       "That's my secret weapon. It's like a nuke!" He was so proud of
himself. I reached down to pull his hand away, but he just tightened his
grip.
       "Okay, okay," I said, "Uncle."
       "Nope, I'm not falling for that," he said smiling.
       "C'mon, that's really not fair. You win, okay?" I conceded the game.
       "All's fair in love and war, remember?" sniggered John. He smirked
and gave my boys a little tug for emphasis.
       "So, little gay boy, which is it? Love or war?" I smiled. His eyes
widened and he opened his mouth but nothing came out. He was searching my
expression and my eyes for my intent with what I'd just said. I wasn't even
sure what my intent was. It just popped out like most things I say do.
       "Okay, truce. But you have to make a treaty with me before I'll
release my prisoners," he said finally, giving another squeeze to my
balls. "If you promise not to tickle me anymore, unless I give permission,
I'll free the prisoners."
       "Deal," I agreed. He let go of my balls and I slid down off of his
chest freeing his arms. I said, "Now I really need a shower, I'm all
sweaty." I slid all the way down onto his thighs and reached up and rubbed
the sides of his ribcage with my hands. "I'm sorry if I was too rough with
you, dude."
       "Heck no," replied John smiling brightly, "it was fun." Turning a
bit serious, he continued, "I'm glad we met on the plane. I'm glad we made
friends."
       "Me too, dude. Way glad. Let's go shower." I jumped up and extended
my hand. He reached up and took my hand and I pulled him onto his
feet. Unexpectedly, he continued his momentum into me with a big hug. It
caught me completely off guard and I had to take a half step backward to
keep my balance. He released his hug before I could even think about
hugging back even if I had wanted to. It was on odd experience getting
hugged in the nude by another naked boy. My brain didn't know what to do
with it. He was blushing.
       "Thanks for being so nice to me. If it wasn't for you I'd be in such
big trouble right now with my dad not being at the airport and all, and my
phone not working. I don't know what would have happened to me."
       "Hey, no problem, dude. You would'a done the same for me. That
reminds me, I gotta call mom and let her know we got here safe." My call
went straight to the message machine, so I left a short, but informative
message. I put my arm around his shoulder and tugged him toward the door
and we walked side by side to the fancy, double shower. We didn't even
bother with the robes.
       I opened the glass door and fiddled with the knobs. The hot water
was like instantly there. I adjusted it to a comfortable temperature while
John peed. Then, we stepped into the shower after I peeled my socks off and
tossed them in the bronze trash can. We both rotated slowly in the warm
water, enjoying the relaxing spray on our fronts and backs. The nozzles had
adjustments on them and they were on a hose so you could disconnect them
from their hooks and hold them in your hand. We both experimented with the
various spray options. Some pulsated and others were a fine mist. I laughed
at John, who had selected a setting that kind of swirled around and was
spraying it on his dick and balls. He was boning up from it.
       "This feels great. Try it," suggested John.
       I dialed around until I found the same spray style and moved it down
to my toys. He was right. It was great. It was like little fingers swirling
around my sac. I boned up too and I moved the spray up onto the head of my
dick where it sent wild sensations through it. Before I cummed, I pulled it
away and hung the sprayer back on the wall.
       "Whew, that was balls, but I can't take any more. It's too intense."
Our boners were maxed out with hardness. His thin little 3 inches was
poking up at about a 45 degree angle. Mine curved up slightly and was just
about a half inch away from my belly splitting my pubic patch in two. His
little patch of wispy, wet pubes lay flat against the base of his surging
dick.
       "Sure is," agreed John. He followed my example and hung his back
up. We washed with the body wash and shampooed our hair. Our boners slowly
subsided. He laughed at me for putting shampoo in my pubes.
       "What? It's hair too; it needs to be shampooed."
       "Just never thought about anyone doing that, I guess," he responded.
        I pulled the nozzle off the hook again and dialed in to the
strongest spray. I pointed it at him and started squirting the shampoo off
his hair. He squealed and grabbed his. Soon we were having a water fight in
the shower. We sprayed the shampoo out of our hair and off our faces so we
could see better. Then the battle was on. The obvious target was our
privates and every time the strong spray would hit our balls, we'd jerk
away and squeal. Finally, we grew tired of the game and shut the water off
and dried with the fluffy, white towels on the racks. I found a bottle of
lotion on the marble counter and smeared it on my chest and legs. I had dry
skin and had a habit of applying lotion after showering. John offered to do
my back when he saw me struggling to reach. His touch felt nice and my dick
stirred a bit while he was rubbing me.
       I splashed on some cologne from another bottle and sniffed my
palms. "Mmmm, smell that."
       "Mmmm, that smells nice. Give me some," requested John. I shook some
onto his palms and he rubbed it on his chest and sides. I left for the
bedroom and he followed.
       I pulled on a clean pair of boxers and pulled the comforter down
along with a sheet that was under it and climbed into my spot. John pulled
on his own clean pair of boxers and was getting into the other bed. "Why
you going over there?" I asked.
       "I dunno, just figured you wanted your own."
       "Nah, let's share since we're going to be anyway. Then you won't
mess up Karl's bed any," I suggested.
       "Oh, okay." John replaced the comforter and bounded over to our
bed. He hopped in and we pulled up the sheet and comforter. The weight of
the comforter was much less than it appeared it would be. It really was
very comforting. I started pushing buttons on the TV remote until I found
an old John Wayne cowboy movie. It made us both giggle and laugh at the
dubbed in German voice for John Wayne. After a bit, we grew tired of it and
I moved on. There were some dorky cartoons of really poor quality also
speaking German. We found an old episode of Baywatch dubbed in German
too. Finally, we decided to just give up and when I came across a channel
of soft, instrumental music, I put the remote down. The music was
relaxing. "Let's just go to sleep," I suggested.
       "Yeah, okay," agreed John. He yawned. I closed my eyes and I
suddenly felt very tired and heavy. "Hey, David, you asleep yet?"
       "Hmph, no. What?"
       "Can I scoot over by you like how we slept on the plane?"
       "Mm hmm." I felt the warmth of his bare leg against mine and gently
sighed involuntarily. He snuggled up against my side and slipped his right
hand into my left. We locked fingers and fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
       "David. David. David, wake up!" Someone was poking me. I squinted at
the beaming face the noise was coming from and then realized it was Karl. I
sat up and rubbed my eyes.
       "Karl! What's up dude?"
       "Time to get up and I will show you around before dinner. My mozer
has cooked a wonderful welcome meal for you." John stirred and rolled away
from me. "Hallo! I'm Karl," said Karl with a wave at John.
       "Umm, hi. I'm John."
       "Pleased to meet," Karl said
       "What time is it?" I asked very uncertain.
       "It is 18:00 o'clock," stated Karl looking at his watch.
        "How come are you using military time?" John asked. Karl looked at
him quizzically, uncertain what he meant.
       "It's not military time," I explained, "it's just how they give the
time out in Europe. They don't start over after noon like we do, they do it
the same as our military does it, but for them it's just normal."
       "Oh," is all John replied. The look on his face said he didn't like
not knowing that. "So did you say we are going exploring?"
       "Yes, I want to show you the hotel and explain all the things we can
do," answered Karl with great anticipation in his voice. John sprang from
bed and ran around to other side.
       "What should I wear?" He asked.
       "Something warm; it's getting cold outside now."
       I also got up and put on some long jeans and a sweatshirt. We put
our coats and knit caps on and headed out onto the hotel property. We
followed Karl down to the lifts and they were just closing them down for
the daytime skiing and preparing for night skiing. We looked at the map of
all the trails you can ski and board on. There was a board park and I was
especially excited for that. Karl was pointing out some fun, challenging
runs up near the top of the mountain. John was quiet and had the same
takeoff and landing look on his face from the plane.
       "John, what one do you want to go on first?" I asked to include him
in the conversation. He looked at me hesitantly and pointed at the bunny
hill for beginners. Karl and I were at a loss for words for a minute.
       "Oh, you ever boarded before? I thought you said you had."
       "I joined a club at my school and we went four times this
winter. That's all I've been," he admitted. "I'm not that good. I fall a
lot."
       "Naja, no problem," said Karl brightly, "I can get an instructor to
teach you to do it more better. Soon you will be pro." John clearly
approved of that idea and was beaming.
       "For reals? You can hook me up?"
       "Ja, naturlich. Do you want a pretty girl teacher or big strong man
teacher?" John surprised us both when he chose a man. He was afraid if he
had a pretty girl, he'd worry more about how he was looking in front of her
and he really wanted to learn to board better. "Okay, an ugly, hairy man
teacher for you. I will talk to my fazer and get it ready for ze morning."
Karl had the habit of using the German word "naturlich" a lot. It means
"naturally" and he slips it into his conversation all the time. We sort of
figured it out after a while.
       "Wow, Karl, this place rocks. You and your dad are the greatest."
John practically skipped all the way over to the hotel. "What's that fancy
building with all the glass and shiny steel?"
       "Zat is ze Kur spa. It is only for adults, but on nights after it is
closed, my fazer lets me und my friends use it sometimes. Und on Tuesday
mornings, children are allowed in, but you have to wear a
swimsuit. Normally, everyone goes naked in zere. Ze big dome over zere is
ze regular swimming pool we can use anytime." Karl pointed to the other
side of the hotel.
       "This place is really balls," I said as we entered in the main
lobby. "So what all is in that spa place?"
       "Zere is hot mineral pools und ice pools. Zere is mud baz. Zere is a
swimming pool, naturlich. Und zere is massage, but only for ze adults. Zey
have steam rooms and saunas wiz herbs in ze air zat clean out ze
lungs. It's umm, how you say, balls." Karl tittered at his adoption of this
new American slang word.
       "Damn, too bad about the adults only thing on the massage. That
would be awesome to try," I lamented. "It sucks that we have to wear
bathing suits on kids' day, too; we might have seen some hot naked chicks."
       "Hah," guffawed Karl, "You are funny American." Karl then offered,
"If you like, I could talk to Frieda or Gerti. Zey have given me und some
of my friends a massage after hours before. Zey are very good at it. Would
you like that I ask?"
       "Obvi! Hook us up." I wondered what Frieda and Gerti looked
like. Their names made them sound like maybe they were big, strong broads
with mustaches that worked you over like in a scene in this James Bond
movie I have in my collection.
       "Or, if you prefer, I could get Fritz or Peter to give you one,"
Karl said with a big smirk on his face.
       "Shut-up!" I smacked him in the arm and he laughed. He greeted the
people at the front desk and we walked behind the counter and through a
door. At the end of a long hallway with offices, we entered a wooden door
and were suddenly in a practically different world. It was the family
living quarters of Karl's family. Instead of luxurious, it was warm and
inviting. Karl's little brother and sister came bounding up and stood apart
smiling shyly.
       "Zis is Heinrich und zis is Maria," introduced Karl.  Heinrich
appeared to be about eleven and Maria about eight. Maria waved and hid
behind Heinrich, who pushed her away. "Come und I show you my room." We
pulled our coats and caps off and hung them in a closet, then filed past
Heinrich and Maria, who trailed behind. Karl's room was amazing. It was
spotless and everything was neat and orderly. I figured Mrs. Baumgartner
made them clean it before we came.
       Karl and Heinrich shared a room, but it was really big. It was like
a full size hotel room. They had a big screen TV across from their twin
beds with a balls gaming system hooked up to it. John wanted to play "Call
of Duty" but Karl said there wasn't time.
	"I like play wiz you," Heinrich timidly said, "after we eat." He
had a cute smile and was like a miniature Karl but skinny and much less
muscular. He had the same dark brown hair and thick brows as Karl. Maria
hung in the doorway where both brothers simply ignored her. I felt bad, so
I walked over and tried to talk to her. She slipped to the side of the
doorway and smiled shyly but didn't answer my questions. Heinrich
explained, "She doesn't understand hardly any English yet." I reached in my
pants pocket and found a week old Jolly Rancher and offered it to her. I
held it toward her and smiled. She shrugged and looked at Karl, who nodded,
then she reached out, took it, and ran off to show her mother.
	Karl was showing us some of his awards from skiing when his mother
called us to come to dinner. We all sat around a large wooden table and
Mrs. Baumgartner scurried about making sure we all tried everything she had
cooked. She was a very pretty woman and had a dark green apron over a
stylish black dress. She was like an elegant housewife.
       She made wienerschnitzel and sauerkraut. The wienerschnitzel is a
breaded veal cutlet with delicious gravy poured over it. It originated in
Austria and South Tyrol, explained Frau Baumgartner to us. My favorite
thing was the spaetzele. It's kind of like chewy noodles with creamy white
gravy over them. She also made these amazing dumplings and a long red
sausage she called a wuerstchen. I didn't think I would like sauerkraut,
but it was really good the way she cooked it. It had chunks of bacon in it.
	"I thought wienerschnitzel was the hot dog," John said as he
devoured the last piece of his breaded veal.
	"No, zat's just ze stupid fast food chain in America. It's not a
hot dog at all," said Karl.
	"Mutti, ich moechte mehr weisse sosse auf mein wuestchen,"
requested Maria.
	I looked at Karl and he translated, "she wants more creamy white
sauce on her sausage." John and I both immediately ducked our heads and
stifled a laugh. Seeing our reaction, Karl realized what he had said and
how it sounded and joined us in an uncomfortable snicker. His parents just
looked confused by it all and shrugged it off.
	"Thank you so much," I complemented, "everything is really
delicious. I'm so full."
	Frau Baumgartner beamed appreciation for the complement. "You must
have room for dessert."
	"Oh, I don't think I can," I said patting my full stomach, "I'm
stuffed."
       Karl's mom looked at Karl who explained, "That means 'er ist Satt.'"
       "Ach, schade. It's a birthday cake for you, David," Frau Baumgartner
said, looking disappointed, "I made a special German cake for you. It's
called a Schwarzwalder Kirschkuche."
       "A what?" I laughed.
       "It means Black Forest Cherry Cake," explained Karl.
	"Mmm, sounds delicious, but maybe we can take it back to our villa
and eat it later," I suggested. Karl agreed that would be a good idea and
convinced his mom to put the cake into a carrier for us.
	John leaned over and whispered in Karl's ear. Karl nodded and said,
"Ach, ja. Fati, can we have a snowboard instructor for John in ze morning?
He is a beginner rider."
	"Hmm, I am not sure we can easily arrange zat. Ze Prrrime Minister
and his grrrandchildren are coming tomorrow and zey have arranged for
lessons in ze morning." John's countenance fell. "But," Herr Baumgartner
continued, "he has only one grrrandson und ze rrrest are grrranddaughters,
und if he doesn't mind, perrrhaps John can join in wiz ze boy's lesson."
	"It's okay if it doesn't work out. I don't want to be any problem,"
John said.
	"No prrroblem," Herr Baumgartner said, "Just meet me at nine
o'clock at ze lodge und I will see what we can do." John brightened back
up.
	"Fati," piped up Heinrich, "you said I should try and be a friend
for ze Prime Minister's grandson, so could I stay at the villa with Karl
und zen I could go snowboarding wiz zem und help teach John?"
	I was sure Karl was about to object at having his little brother
butting in on his guests, but before Karl could complain, Herr Baumgartner
clapped his hands and said, "Wonderful, wonderful idea. Ja, you may do
zat." Karl shrunk back in his chair, apparently not allowed to argue his
father's decision.
	We moved into the living room and Frau Baumgartner poured coffee
for Herr Baumgartner and herself. She also poured a cup for Karl and
me. She hesitated, then poured glasses of juice for Heinrich, Maria and
John. John politely accepted his apple juice, but I could tell he didn't
like being relegated to child status and was jealous of me getting
coffee. I watched closely as Karl put two teaspoons of sugar and a splash
of cream into his cup. I followed suit and stirred it slowly turning it a
creamy brown color. I sipped slowly at the hot brown liquid. I'd never
tasted coffee before. I liked the bitter sweet flavor and warmth of it on
my tongue.
	We chatted about America and South Tyrol and their contrasting
differences. The juice drinkers contributed little to the conversation and
Maria asked permission to eat the candy I had given her. She was delighted
by it. When I asked about why South Tyrol was part of Italy, even though
everyone spoke and acted like Germans, John paid closer attention.
	Herr Baumgartner was delighted to explain how the Romans conquered
the region in 15 B.C. In the 5th century, it was taken over and ruled by
the Goths. They were overthrown in the middle of the 6th century by the
Langobards who annexed it into the Kingdom of Italy. This lasted until the
Napoleonic wars. With the fall of Napoleon in 1805, the region was turned
over to the Bavarian counts and the German influence took over. From that
time on there was a mixture of Germans and Italians but mostly Germans.
       Prior to World War I and afterward, the Italian army occupied South
Tyrol and President Woodrow Wilson allocated South Tyrol to Italy in the
peace agreement, which he later regretted after he learned the majority of
the people were German speaking. Because of the mountainous region and the
alliance between Mussolini and Hitler, South Tyrol was kept mostly out of
the fighting of World War II. When the US 88th Infantry marched into Tyrol,
they discovered massive amounts of precious artifacts and treasures that
had been stockpiled there for safe keeping and to hide them from the
allies. Among the things found were railcars loaded with gold bars, tons of
silk, the Italian crown jewels, and many works of art looted from galleries
around Europe.
       Following World War II, the allies elected to leave it a part of
Italy, however there was much dissension between the Italians and Germans
of the region. This fact, together with the arrival of new Italian-speaking
immigrants, lead to strong dissatisfaction among South Tyroleans, which
ended in terrorist acts perpetrated by the Befreiungsausschuss Sdtirol
or BAS - translated as South Tyrolean Liberation Committee. This BAS group
of terrorists caused so much trouble bombing Italian government buildings
and murdering Italians that the world community got involved. The leader
was Sepp Kerschbaumer who led a Night of Fire attack in 1961. He was
arrested and tortured by Police. He died of a heart attack in prison in
1965. This escalated the violence by the BAS. Finally, an agreement was
reached making South Tyrol an autonomous Italian state with broad powers to
rule itself. Although the BAS terrorists were not satisfied with the region
remaining part of Italy, they were driven underground. Since that time,
peace and prosperity had existed in the region and it has become the
wealthiest province in all of Italy.
	John was fascinated with the history and hung on every word of
it. "What were the BAS like? My father has been fighting against post-war
terrorist groups in Germany," he said.
	Herr Baumgartner, who was extremely pleased to have such an
attentive audience for his beloved stories of local history began
recounting some of the brutal practices of the BAS. While he himself would
prefer being reunited with the northern Tyrol region under Austrian rule,
he was opposed to upsetting the peace and prosperity of the region as it
was. He was very excited that the Italian Prime Minister, Antonio Bertolini
had chosen his resort to vacation at with his grandchildren. The Prime
Minister Bertolini is a billionaire. He explained that the BAS had died out
and was no longer any threat. He moved to the bookshelf and pulled a large
historical text off the top shelf. He placed it on the coffee table and
rifled through the pages. "Ach, ja. Here it is. Zis is a picture of Sepp
Kerschbaumer and here is a group of BAS that were killed by the police in
ze Feuernacht or 'Night of Fire' bombings."
	John and I leaned in close and simultaneously gasped. Two of the
dead BAS terrorists lay in a heap with arms outspread. On their wrists was
the tattooed symbol of the cross shaped knife entwined by the snake. We
spent another hour recounting our experiences on the plane and in the
airport with the men having similar tattoos on their wrists. Herr
Baumgartner played down the significance of it, but worry was clearly
evident underneath his dismissive attitude.
	At last, Heinrich asked permission for John and himself to go to
his room and play video games. Permission was granted. Karl and I stayed in
the living room and conversed about lighter topics at Frau Baumgartner's
insistence. After another hour, we excused ourselves and found John
annihilating Heinrich in Call of Duty. John was incredibly adept at picking
off an enemy then moving immediately to a new strategic location. After
each kill, John's character would sprint off to a new location. He was
unbeatable by any of us. Karl finally suggested, after his third trouncing,
that we head back to the villa for the night since it was nearly
midnight. Heinrich packed a small overnight bag while Karl scowled about
it. We gave a last thank you to Frau Baumgartner for the wonderful meal and
trudged across the snow toward the villa. It was quiet and still and the
moon shone brightly on the blanket of snow. We walked in silence, each
absorbed in our own thoughts.
	I was startled from my thoughts about the BAS terrorists and the
men on the airport by a stunning smack on the back of my head. When I
turned around, John was laughing and molding a second snowball. "Game on!"
I declared and Karl and I ran behind a tree and began making our own
snowballs. We spent a half hour firing snowballs at each other until Karl
and I mounted a charge. We overtook them and tackled them. I took John down
and we rolled and wrestled in the snow. Karl was delighted to have an
excuse to attack his little brother and Heinrich was on the verge of tears
when I stopped Karl from stuffing a third handful of snow down the front of
his little brother's pants. Karl stopped and let him up and we all double
timed it to the villa since we were now freezing cold.
       We stomped the snow off as best we could out on the porch. Inside we
stripped down to our boxers and Karl went over to start a blazing
fire. Heinrich went to the bathroom and emptied the unmelted remains of
snow from his crotch. He dried himself with a towel and put on a dry pair
of underwear from his overnight bag. We all huddled around the fireplace
rubbing our bare frozen legs. I grabbed my crotch and declared, "my balls
are so freaking cold they've shrunk up smaller than John's." Everyone
giggled.
       "Hey," objected John, "mine aren't that small."
       "What do you zink mine are like?" said Heinrich, "mine got snow
packed."
       "You barely have any to begin wiz," chided Karl.
       "Zey are not zat small," replied Heinrich.
       "Let's check," chuckled John as he reached out lightning quick and
jerked Heinrich's boxers to his knees.
       "Ach! Was Gibts?" shouted Heinrich grabbing at his boxers and
pulling them back up. We all got a good look at his small hairless,
uncircumcised dick and balls, which truly were scrunched up so tightly it
appeared as if he barely had any. I was shocked at the forwardness of
John's actions. It seemed like Heinrich and John had formed a little
alliance with each other and became instant buds. When Heinrich had himself
covered again, he grabbed John's boxers and retaliated, exposing John's two
inch, limp dick and shriveled up balls. I got the feeling that John was
prepared for the counter attack but instead of thwarting it, seemed to
allow it. Karl and I were laughing and holding onto the waistbands of our
own boxers to prevent any spread of the attacks toward us.
       "I think we got a couple little little girls here. I didn't see any
balls on either one of them," I teased.
       "No, zey aren't girls, zey are eunuchs - dicks but not balls." We
laughed at our jokes, but Heinrich looked puzzled and John looked annoyed.
       "What's a eunuch?" asked Heinrich.
       "In ancient kingdoms like the pharaohs of Egypt and in Greece and
Rome and even in Asia, the emperors took boys into the palace to be
servants. They would cut out their balls so they wouldn't mature and could
be trusted to guard the harems," explained John. "It's call castration when
they cut out their balls." I was impressed he knew what one was. I was only
partly sure of it myself.
       "Ach, nein. I am not a eunuch!" declared Heinrich, wincing and
grabbing his crotch.
       "You just act like it sometimes."
       Heinrich started pouting and I really wasn't in the mood for a fight
between brothers, so I suggested we all go sit in the hot tub.
       "Good idea," agreed Karl, "I will go start it up." He went out the
sliding glass doors while John and I headed into the bedroom. Heinrich went
into the bathroom and got undressed in there where he dropped his overnight
bag. John and I pulled out our board shorts and put them on, then put our
fluffy robes on over them. I wandered out by the kitchen and was looking
over the bottles of wine. John started checking out the games selection by
the big screen TV.
       "We cannot trink zose," Karl said. "Zey are too expensive."
       "How much?" I asked.
       "Zat bottle on top is so, umm, zree hundred dollars."
       "Wow, for one bottle? Who does that?" I asked, amazed.
       "Rich people who come here to vacation," Karl said, laughing. He
opened the small refrigerator and asked, "Would you like a beer?"
       "Yeah right," I said.
       Karl actually pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge and asked,
"I had zem brought over by ze bartender, who is a friend of mine. He zot it
was funny you trink zem cold. Is it okay from ze bottle, or would you like
a glass?"
       "You're serious? We can really drink those?" I asked shocked.
       "Yah, naturlich, why not?" Karl asked.
       "Cuz, we're kids."
       "Ach ja, in America teenagers don't trink at home. Zey just party
away. Here it is different. We don't trink to get drunken so much. We trink
to relax."
       "Well, I never drank at all before," I said.
       "Ach so, do you want to try one or no?" Karl asked, still holding
the beer.
       "Yeah, I wanna try it. Damn, this is so balls." We headed out to the
hot tub and Karl set the beers along with two orange sodas on the side of
the hot tub. He shed his robe and climbed stark naked into the hot
tub. John and I caught each other's attention and wrapped ourselves back
up. Heinrich dropped his robe over the back of a patio chair, picked up one
of the sodas and casually stepped naked into the hot tub with his
brother. "I forgot something," I said turning back to the villa.
	"Me too," copied John clutching his robe. Back in the bedroom, John
asked, "What did we forget?"
	"We forgot to get naked," I giggled, "When in Rome..."
	"Do as the Romans do." John completed my sentence. We peeled off
our board shorts and stuffed them back in a drawer. I grabbed my iPod and
said I would claim I wanted some tunes.
       We returned with my iPod and Karl talked me through hooking it up
and turning on the patio speakers. I went back out and found John already
in the spa sipping on his orange soda. I dropped my robe and felt
embarrassingly exposed in front of everyone but tried to play it off. I
normally like being naked, but I'm usually alone or in a locker room where
you're supposed to be naked. Here I felt all eyes on my naked body. I took
the opened beer and stepped into the hot water. It felt amazingly good as
the hot water engulfed my naked torso.
       I raised the beer and sniffed at it. It smelled very strong and
strange. Neither of my parents drank at all and I had never been allowed to
attend parties where there might be drinking, so I'd never really smelled
it up close before. I was excited and trembling slightly in anticipation of
the new experience. "My mom would shit a brick if she could see me now," I
thought. I lifted the bottle and smelled it again. I hoped it tasted better
than it smelled. Karl was watching me intently. The others became aware of
Karl's staring and turned their attention to me holding the bottle frozen
at my lips working up the courage to drink it. I felt self-conscious again.
       Slowly, I tipped the bottle up and the bitter brew slid over my
tongue. I pulled the bottle away and spewed the nasty liquid into the hot
tub. "Gaw, how can you drink this crap?" I spouted.
       Everyone laughed. I felt foolish and thought about snatching John's
orange Fanta and giving him the beer. "Ja, ze first trink is surprise, no?"
Karl said still chuckling. "But you get used to it."
       "Why would I want to?" I asked, still rubbing my tongue across my
teeth to scrape off the nasty aftertaste.
       "Trink it all und you will see why," said Karl. I forced myself to
drink the bottle. I found if I took two or three big gulps, I only had to
deal with one aftertaste. I shuddered after each swig. By the end of the
bottle, I was feeling a bit light headed and very relaxed. I started
talking incessantly about every mundane thing in the world. Karl smiled and
nodded as I went on and on.
       Eventually, John and Heinrich got bored and said they were going in
to play some more video games. "But not 'Call of Duty'" Heinrich
clarified. John chuckled and agreed to let Heinrich pick. "I can set it up
to play on the bedroom TV and we can sit on the beds," suggested
Heinrich. I watched with amused curiosity as they stepped out naked. John
started to put on his robe but Heinrich stopped him and pulled him to the
outdoor shower. He turned it on and pulled John immediately into it with
him. I watched as the two young boys rubbed themselves to get the chlorine
smell off.
       Soon after they had gone in, my lightheaded feeling was worse and I
needed to get out. The cold air on my wet naked skin gave me instant
chills, so I quickly raced to the shower. As soon as I finished rinsing
off, I wrapped my robe around me and struggled to open the sliding
door. Finally, Karl opened it for me. He came in and reignited the fire,
and we sat on the leather couch facing the crackling fire.
       I asked him if he had a girlfriend and he said, "Ja, would you like
to see a photograph?"
       "Sure."
       Karl got his wallet from his pants in the bathroom. He pulled out
three photos of his girlfriend and handed them to me. She was a knockout
blonde with giant tits. "Wow, she's hot!"
       He looked at me with the "I don't understand," look.
       "You know, hot. Pretty. Good looking."
       "Ach ja, she is hot," he agreed with a big smile.
       "Have you done her yet?" I asked.
       Again, I got the look. "Umm, you know, fucked her, had sex." I made
a fist with my left hand and poked my right middle finger in and out of it,
to simulate a dick fucking a cunt.
       "Ach, NO, NO, NO," he said, blushing. "No fooking, yet."
       "You want to?"
       "Sure. Naturlich."
       "Balls."
       Karl replaced the photos and tossed the wallet on the mantle and
came back to the sofa. His robe fell open exposing his semi-stiffie,
waggling side to side as he walked. The pointy skin at the end had
shortened up, but it was still visible. I couldn't see any part of his
actual dickhead. It was completely impossible not to stare. I've wondered
and imagined what it would look like boned ever since I saw him naked in my
bathroom back home.
       I laughed and pointed at it and said, "Looks like you're thinking
about 'fooking' her right now."
       Karl looked down at his semi and smiled. "Ja, naturlich." He pulled
the robe back together and sat back on the couch.
       "Hey, Karl?" I began, "Have you ever fucked any girls yet?"
       "Ja," he said smiling wryly.
       "How many?"
       "Only one girl, but I did it with her many times."
       "How old were you?"
       "Fifteen."
       "Balls dude. How was it?"
       Karl smiled a mischevious smile and his eyes sparkled as he said,
"It was BALLS!"
       We both laughed.
       "Do you have girlfriend?" Karl asked me.
       "No. I wish though."
       "Have you fooked?"
       "No, but I think about it a lot."
       "Have you done ozer zings?" Karl pressed.
       "Damn dude, you're as curious as I am. No, I've never really done
anything except kissing."
       "Ahh," he said and after a brief pause, asked, "David, machst du
gerne das Onanie?"
       Now it was my turn to give the "I am completely lost" look.
       "Ach, sorry. I mean, do you like to make umm, masturbation?"
       Whoa. That question completely caught me off guard. The word's like
one you never hear. Adults don't use it because it's taboo, and kids don't
use it because it's too technical sounding. Besides, kids have much better
slang expressions for it like, choking the chicken, spanking the monkey,
beating the meat, jackin', smackin', and whackin'. Mostly, though, I
wondered where he was going with the conversation.
       "Umm, yeah," I began, a little unsure how to answer such a direct
and awkward question. "I like doing it. Don't you?"
       "Ja, I am much glad doing it," Karl said in an excited tone. "I very
much need it to do."
       Then he continued, "How did u learn about to do it?"
       "Umm, my brother taught me."
       Your, brozer taught you?" Karl asked in a curious tone. Karl was
obviously pondering something as he asked for clarification.
       "Yeah, I caught him doing it on the toilet in our bathroom when I
was like ten. He grabbed a towel off the rack and put it over himself when
I walked in, but I totally saw it. At first, I thought he was going to get
really mad at me but instead, he asked if I knew what he was doing."
       "Did you?"
       "Nah, I had no idea.  He said it was called jacking and it was a fun
thing boys like us could do with our dicks. He said if I could keep it a
secret from mom and dad, he'd show me how it worked."
       "Did he show you zen?"
       "Yeah, we went into his room and he told me to get naked like him,
and we lay on his bed. He let me rub his big one until he squirted all over
himself. I was freaking amazed. Then, he rubbed mine for me but I didn't
squirt yet; I just got the good feelings, you know. After that, I did it a
lot. When I was in 7th grade, I started growing some hairs and squirting."
       "You touched each ozers? Zat's balls," Karl said. "I wonder if I
should teach Heinrich about it?"
       "Hell yeah, you should," I confirmed, "he's just the right age."
Then I asked, "How'd you learn about it?"
       "Just in ze Dusche, I mean shower. I was rubbing it und I got zis
very good feeling."
       "Yeah, it's way good, huh?"
       "Ja. It's balls!"
       "Damn, dude, you got me all boned up talking about this shit," I
said.
       "I need to go in ze bazroom for a minute," Karl said, moving forward
on the couch to stand up.
       "Before you do, I need to get something from there really quick,
okay?" I informed him.
       "Ja, okay, but hurry up," Karl said smiling.
       I rushed into the bathroom and looked it over. I wondered where he
would probably jerk off at in there. I settled on the most likely place to
be sitting on the toilet. I positioned my spy cam on the counter with a
toothbrush handle under one side of it to get the angle right. I pressed
the start button, grabbed a small bottle of lotion off the countertop and
exited. "All yours," I said with a wink, "don't hurt yourself."
       He broke into a huge smile and strode into the bathroom with both
hands in the pockets of the soft, white robe.
       I sat back on the couch and imagined what he might be doing in the
bathroom. I pictured him on the toilet. I imagined his nice dick all boned
up as I had a bunch of times during jackoff fantasies. It was considerably
easier to imagine after getting a peek at his semi-stiffie. The heat from
the fire was enough to keep me warm after I pulled my robe open in front to
jack myself off. In the glow of the flames, I could see my throbbing four
inches sprouting from my groin and growing upward near my stomach. My
four-incher wasn't that impressive compared to his, but I got lots of
pleasure from it and that's what counted as far as I was concerned.
       I walked over to the bathroom door and tried to peek through the
keyhole. I couldn't see anything. I thought about walking in and saying I
needed something again, but couldn't think of anything that was believable
I could need. I had my dick between my thumb and fingers and was stroking
slowly. I listened with my ear to the door and I heard Karl blowing air out
between his lips in rhythmic bursts. I heard the slapping of flesh against
flesh timed to his breathing pattern. I felt the heat of the sexual fire in
my own balls and dick as the flames of pleasure licked at my groin from my
clenched butt hole all the way to the tip of my purple dickhead. I
desperately hoped I'd placed the camera in the right spot.
       Then I heard it, "Ach, Mensch!" He groaned out loudly then fell
silent.
       That sent me over my edge, and I shot three blasts of cum onto the
bathroom door jamb. I jacked myself slowly a few more times as I dribbled
out my remaining sauce. My eyes were closed and I felt the hot orgasmic
flames die down into glowing embers. After a brief recovery, I rushed to
the kitchen area and grabbed some paper towels to wipe the doorway up
with. I tossed the towels in the trash and hurried back to the couch,
sinking into my spot just in time as he emerged from the bathroom.
       "You get creamy, white sauce on your big, red wuerstchen in there?"
I joked.
       "Hah, ja, very funny."
       Karl grinned and said, "Zat was balls!"
       "Zat wasn't just balls, zat was 'Balls on Fire!'" I said, mimicking
his accent. We shared a long mellow laugh together just laying back on the
couch and enjoying the relaxation that follows a flaming
orgasm. Remembering the video, I excused myself for a minute, went in and
turned it off and then took a quick piss. I returned and lounged back on
the couch, staring into the flames.
       "We should go to bed now," suggested Karl after about 15 minutes of
comfortable silence. Karl turned the fireplace off and we headed to
bed. "Do you really zink I should teach ze masturbation to Heinrich?" he
asked.
       I walked into the bedroom first. "I think you're too late," I
commented over my shoulder.
       "Too late for what?" asked Karl. I motioned toward the bed where the
game controllers were at the foot of the bed and two naked boys lay
entwined fast asleep. Heinrich's dick and balls were pressed into John's
left hip. John had his boxers clutched in his right hand. I leaned down and
sniffed at them.
       "You're too late to teach your little brother anything he doesn't
already know," I said smiling.
       "Ach, mein Gott!" said Karl staring at the cute, naked pile of
tender, boy flesh. "I am too late."
       "Let's just put the covers over them and we can share this other bed
tonight," I suggested and gently pulled the comforter over the two. They
barely stirred at all. Karl and I slipped naked into the opposite bed and
pulled our downy comforter up to our necks.
       "Good night, Karl."
       "Gute Nacht, David."