Fucked by Two German Soldiers on the Kitchen Table
For fifteen years after the end of World War Two the British government retained conscription. Young men of eighteen were called up to serve two years National Service in the armed forces. Some guys were sent to fight in wars, some to defend the last turbulent outposts of the British Empire; I was sent to Germany where I got fucked bow legged. Of all the stupid orders that I had been given since I joined the army this one was the most idiotic.
Some fool had driven his Centurion tank into a German farmer's barn, demolishing a wall. Now, of course, it could have been driven out again but the roof would have collapsed. It was agreed that the tank would stay where it was until civilian builders could prop the roof up, the tank could then be removed and the wall rebuilt. In the meantime I would have to guard the tank during the hours of darkness.
That evening I was driven to the farm by the orderly sergeant, who told me that I did not have to stand to attention all night , I could sit down inside the barn as long as I kept alert. He also told me that the two brothers who owned the farm would look after me. After I was dropped off I lay down in the hay, propped my rifle up against a wall, and went to sleep. Of course, I didn't mean to go to sleep but it was a warm evening and I just dozed off. I was woken after about an hour by dogs barking and saw two German guys with the dogs.
Both guys were good looking, typical Germans with blond hair and blue eyes. They were in there mid thirties and had lean,tight bodies of those who do a lot of manual work. One of them said, "Good evening, I am Franz and this is my brother Willi, and you are a bad sentry for falling asleep." I saw that he was holding my rifle and asked him to give it back to me. He laughed and replied,
"No, I will give it to your military police, you will be court marshaled and sent to military prison, where bad things will happen to you. For a pretty young man like you these bad things will include getting fucked in your bottom all day and all night by the guards and other prisoners. Also, you will have to suck so many cocks that your jaw will ache."
He Gave me a questioning look and continued, "The only way to avoid these bad things happening is to let Willi and I fuck you, we will be very gentle, and when we are satisfied you will get a good nights sleep in a soft bed."
All I could think of to say was, "Who will guard the tank?"
Saturday night is a real bitch. I have to work on the late shift and I don't get to bed until way after midnight. I miss the sex that I have on Friday night when I get to pick up some horny stud in Bobby's bar. I'm a natural bottom and I always get to find a guy with a hard cock to worship and pound my love tube. I wake up late on Sunday morning with my ass hole feeling quite unloved.
From where i come from you don't really see that many people on the streets after dark. I finally ended up with a hotel room close to Grenwich village; a place that i finally thought i could find a safe haven in the gay lifestyle. I checked into room 934 so i could grab a shower, something i needed more than anything at the moment.
He was working in the studio part of the time, but we were able to spend a few evenings out at clubs like "Zipps" and "Hands-". We had the most amazing time a few years ago, in Cologne for Carnival (February), wandering around between the bars late, late in the frosty evening. Coming back in early spring, I recalled how wonderful a small city it really was for gay men.
Friends call me Joe. I go by other names sometimes, like White Slut, Cocksucker, Faggot, Bitch, but I'll get back to that. I'm a 30- year-old GWM. Half Irish, half-unknown. That's what I always put on my profiles. I'm the product of a rape. It's such a sensitive subject for my mother that I have never asked her who her rapist was, if she knew, or what he looked like.
I was goalie and well lets say most hockey players are sexy. Like always some of us shower after games and practices. "By the way im Mark 18 years old and im one of them punk kids you stay away from in school. SO as you can imagine im not loved by all. But i am cute. Standing five foot nine and two hundred ten pounds of goalie muscle. The rest is for you to imagine. (or so i thought).
How the hell did he let himself get all out of shape? It is bad enough being gay at 63, but being gay and fat is a death knell. So he bit the bullet and headed for the YMCA. What a great facility. The only downside was that the boys had their own locker room. That was okay because Denny didn't like the idea of being behind bars. The trainer agreed and they planned a workout schedule.
One of these, for me, was being sent to prison. The reason is unimportant and I'm not going to discuss the penal system yet. I had spent the previous 90 days in the county jail waiting for sentencing and had adapted to the people and the place as best I could. His name was Billy. We talked.
The "why not" mode. I mean, that's not all. I have found myself grow decidedly more excited about see another guy's cock. and letting him see mine. I'm proud of mine. not saying HUGE, but. I guess sorta like the rest of me. nice and fun to be around. Perhaps, it's not different then the innocent curiosity of pre-pubescent exploration of the human form. music food, movies.
We knew only the most exquisite torture, designed to make us torment each other, against our wills. How had they done this to us? Our own bodies turned against us. From unknown vantages they shot us with body-altering rays. Our prison was a void of white, spotlessly clean. The exquisite torment of the alien rays was the way they juiced our bodies.
Never would I have thought that Barry and I would have so much fun together. Two sexually frustrated young college students that explore their own sexualities and learn how to pleasure each other.
Even the silence rings in my ears, measured only by the inscrutable increments if sunrise. As usual boredom set my feet autonomously onto the streets where my mind could wander. Anonymous streets languishing in the loosening tendrils of darkness. A few more streets and turns and I was facing a huge filling station, lights blazing and incongruous like a UFO. He must have been about 25 years old.
I attend a private school in the mountains on the east coast of the US. I currently major in Theatre and Ancient History. My experience at this univeristy, especially with my roommate has been an interesting one. I guess I should tell you a little about myself. I'm 6' even, husky, brown hair, deep blue eyes, and a 5" uncut dick. 5" semi cut because of a incident with the doctor.
They paid the expenses so what did I have to loose. I packed everything that I owned in a '72 Chevelle (that shows how much I owned) and headed south! I arrived two days later at the apartment my company had arranged for me. It was like a scene from Paradise Island.
I'm married to a 65 year old retired secondary school teacher. The past half year i'd begun to have very strong sexual urges about men which finally culminated in my acting upon them. Mainly, I had begun to provide oral sexual gratification mostly to other married men, but also to single bi-sexual men as well. his semen. I just love making a man cum by bringing him to sexual orgasm.
Pulling my hand from under the sheets, I brought it in to my body, running up my smooth, bare chest before slapping the snooze on the alarm clock. It was Friday and university classes were out for the week, allowing me, a newly turned 20 year old student the chance to catch up on some deserved sleep. Halfheartedly, I pulled myself up into sitting position.
"The dogs will guard the tank", he replied,pointing to the two huge rottweilers. I walked with the two brothers to the farmhouse where we all stripped off to use the shower which was in a room next to the kitchen. before I got under the shower the brothers got me to bend over while a hosepipe was gently inserted into my bottom. The warm, soapy water made me want to void my bowels and I just made it to the toilet seat.
After that they used clear water to rinse out my virgin ass before they started to really go for it. We didn't reach the bedroom, they had me bent over the large kitchen table with my arms stretched out in front of me. Willi grabbed my wrists while his brother lubed up my ass hole. Suddenly I felt Franz's helmet pushing between my bum cheeks, then the rest of his cock was gradually inserted into my tight, young ass hole.
Soon he was completely inside me, and after exchanging a few words with his brother, he slowly began to fuck me. Now, we have all heard these stories about guys being in agony the first time that they were shafted, but I found it a pleasant experience right from the start. Sure, my teenage ass was being stretched but not to the extent of causing me any pain. Soon, the shagging became so agreeable that I started to get a hard on, maybe because his helmet was stroking my sphincter at every thrust.
Apart from the physical aspect of being fucked by another guy, I was also affected mentally. I had always considered myself dead straight but there I was , an eighteen year old guy bent over a table, allowing himself to be used like a woman by a thirty year old man, and loving it.
After about ten minutes Franz gasped, he then held his cock deep inside me as jet after jet of hot cum coated my insides.
The two brothers then changed ends and I had to contend with Willi's longer and fatter organ battering my young, innocent bottom. Willi only lasted about five minutes before cumming inside me, though I was glad that his less well endowed brother had shagged me first as Willi's tool was a bit too big for virgins.
We made for the bedroom, pushed two beds together and spent the next three hours fucking in different positions. They both had me on my hands and knees, then I lay on my back with my legs up while the randy Germans shafted me. Finally, they lay on their backs and forced me to lower myself onto their rampant organs. About one in the morning I finally got to sleep after being shagged eight times, with every fuck lasting longer than the one before as the brothers got used to my tight bottom. Needless to say my poor abused bum was so stretched and sore that I thought it would never recover. The next morning, I was showered , dressed and had just eaten a hot breakfast by the time that my transport had come to take me back to camp.
The next night I learned how to suck cock, which allowed me to satisfy both brothers at the same time, and also gave my poor ass some respite, as I was only fucked four times instead of eight. I did , however, have to contend with having a tongue that ached from overuse.
On the last night the brothers went wild. Not only did they impale me at both ends during the night, but in the morning as well. Willi had me touching my toes in the shower, while he emptied his cock in me. Then after I got dressed and was waiting for the Champ to arrive, Franz decided to have a final crack at me. I had to drop my battledress trousers and underpants and bend over the kitchen table. As I was being fucked, the corporal arrived to pick me up. Willi went out into the yard and asked him to wait. I could see the corporal leaning against the Austin Champ having a cigarette, while I was being fucked legless by Franz.
Later on that day the Orderly Officer called me over.
"I have good news and bad news, we have got the Centurion out, but the wall of the barn can't be repaired until Friday. I have, therefore, agreed to the farmer's request that you continue your night guarding at the farm until Friday. That's not a problem, is it soldier."
I had always been straight, until an 11.5 inch cock was waved in my face. Since that day two years ago, I have been exploring my bisexual side. I have recently posted my first few stories. This is the next of my true adventures. I went back to the bathhouse, took out a room, and headed for the showers.
So I packed up my things and moved 70 miles to college town, USA. I'm 28, 5'11" about 185. Dark hair, smooth and a 7. 5" uncut cock. Had a few serious boyfriends who for some reason were always older than me, but usually I'm just looking for casual encounters to blow my nut. That is until the first week of school.
I took a gander at the pictures of rent boys to see if there was a guy I felt I could be with. Jason was so much like Kev, you could almost say he was a double. On meeting Jason at a destined place he was curious to know how I found him, when I said he was furious because he had given up being a rent boy a year back.
Seems like I only slept one minute. I usually don't get up until about 4:50am. The office where I work is 30 minutes away and it usually takes me about 30 minutes to get ready. But I needed to stop by Kroger and get some cigarettes this morning, so I woke up early. As I was leaving the house, it was still dark outside. I saw this hunk of a guy walking down the road. I mean this was a hunk.
Not many people went there, and if I hung out in the mens room, occasionally I got to suck cock. One afternoon, a slightly chubby guy with medium brown hair about 25 came in and watched me sitting on the toilet stroking my cock. He came over to me and started stroking me and playing with my balls. He had a really nice touch and got between my legs and sucked my cock.
As I drove by the adult bookstore, I noticed a really hot number get out of his pick up and head for the front door. The man was in his late-forties with blondish-grey hair & thick meaty arms. He was a short dude; about 5'6" with a dark blonde moustache and a solid stocky body and as he reached the door of the bookstore, he stopped to look up and down the street.
I've always told him I find my boyfriend, the corrections officer, attractive in his uniform. Seeing him in it turns me on incredibly. One day I showed up at his house and he was dressed in his uniform and I was immediately turned on. He didn't say anything as he walked up to me, grabbed me by my arms and spun me around to face the wall. "Arms on the wall and spread your legs, boy," he said.
About 3am, I heard a noise outside, I looked out and a damn wrecker was attaching to my car. I lived out in the country, I couldn't do without my car! I didn't bother to dress, ran outside in just briefs, and started begging him to leave my car a few more days. I offered him the 40.
I gather the most pleasure from having a nice hard cock in my mouth and a man forcing me to suck it. To understand why this is you have to look at where it all began. It all began when I was just thirteen. I spent the summers with my mom at our cottage in the valley. The cover read "Slaves to Cock".
I haven't had much sex, the kind I like anyway, that is sex with guys but this guy Wayne had had heaps, with woman that is. In fact when I first met him when we both started our jobs I thought he was a dick head as nearly every time I saw him back at the office he was talking about sex. Obviously no one knew I liked guys and I wasn't gonna tell anyone.
00, very hot, humid day, sudden very heavy downpour, me, in my van, driving along a suburban road. It had just started to rain, it was one of those sudden heavy showers, then I saw him, a young lad walking along my side of the road trying to be brave and not seek shelter. I pulled into the curb and stopped just ahead of him. Hop in, Ill drop you off, save you getting any wetter.
I saw a guy log on that I had talked on the phone with before. It went well, but then I had to go. So there was this sense of incompleteness, unfinished business, I did not want it to end without starting. He asked how I was. "Horny" was my reply. He seemed interested.
I also never realised they also happen in UK universities. But now I have my own story to tell and although it isn't as worse as some I have read I think you may enjoy it, surprisingly I did, and still am enjoying it. I'll tell you a little bit about myself before I launch into the story. My name is Jake, I am 18 years old and I have just started on a Computing Degree.
I was at home for Christmas break or something when I was on this very board, I had been on before when I was under 18 just to look around, I always lied about my age because I had always ;looked and sounded older. I took down his number and disconnected and debated for a long time.
My parents, the people I have spent the past 18 years of my life with are leaving, and here I am, all alone! Alone in a new school, in a new city, and with a new life ahead of me. So, I wander around the dorms for a few hours, trying to make new friends. I meet a few people, hang out, and have some friends to go down to dinner with.
Not much out the ordinary happens, usually. I grew up in a medium sized, mid-western city. My childhood was pretty much the status quo. But my biggest fear was that I'd grow up, live my entire life in the same city, then die. That idea scared the hell out of me. So I decided that wasn't going to happen to me. I had two options.
After a week out at sea, it became clear that this had been a bad plan for two reasons. The first was that I was violently seasick almost constantly. The second was N. C. O. Jake Taylor. He could have been any of the (devoutly hated) jocks-heroes from my high school: blond, arrogant, and perfect. He didn't look any older than us regular enlistees.
My first in 12 weeks since being "trained" here at the Marine Base in San Diego. My first liberty in all that time, period. It has been damn tough on my libido. I'm a horny guy but to be cooped up with a bunch of other Marines in a barracks was pure hell. No privacy of any kind; not a chance to beat off a load. The showers were pure agony. I had to be careful about soaping up my privates.
Better than reading.
Get instant access to some narrated sex stories from Erotic Audio.
You will receive more free stories, so use your real email address.
or