Torpedoed

The year was 1947. At the age of 18, I was the only member of my family to have survived the bombing of Dresden. After the war I was repatriated to Australia to live with my mother's only brother. Uncle Kurt was in his late twenties. A friendly, outgoing man, he helped break down strong anti-German feelings, still present in a country which had lost so many of its sons. He married a wonderful Australian girl called Maisie.

Every afternoon after work Kurt and some of his migrant friends of similar age as himself, swam in the creek which bordered our property. This was both a social and cleansing ritual. All the men laboured in quarries or on construction sites. The warm water was both refreshing and cleansing after hard, dirty work.

I learned to swim in that creek helped by Uncle Kurt and encouraged by his friends. Each afternoon we lay naked on the grassy bank while the sun dried us. They spoke in English laced with thick German accent. Old names, and not those which had been anglicized in an attempt to forget the past, were used at the creek.

The men were matter-of-fact about their bodies. I was fascinated by their big penises and firm, jutting-out buttocks. They paid no attention to my scrawny adolesscent body.

One day I upset Auntie Maisie by using a very rude Anglo-Saxon swear word. When the kind, loving lady attempted to gently remonstrate with me I turned on her. I was an out-of-control brat. My uncle took me into their bedroom, bared my bottom and put me across his knee. I waited for the spanking to begin.

"It's no good. I can't do it". Uncle Kurt sounded upset. "Get dressed and we'll go to the creek".

The men were enjoying the warm water.

"Greetings!" shouted Werner. "What kept you?"

"The boy was rude to Maisie".

"Ah!" said Werner, "Show us your red behind, boy".

My uncle shuffled his feet. "I tried to spank him but I couldn't bring myself to do it".

"He's too big for spanking anyway" observed Fritz, inspecting my pink mounds. "He needs a father's belt".

"Or even the cane", suggested Erich. Gunther and Otto nodded their approval.

"A good thrashing, that's what the boy is asking for", said Hans, firmly.

The men climbed out of the creek, water dripping from their muscular bodies, and lay on the grass. My uncle and I splashed around in the creek, unhappily because of the unfinished business between us. Then we joined the men on the bank.

"Your uncle who has been so good to you is upset", said Werner.

"What's it got to do with you, baldy", I snarled at my uncle's big friend. Werner was very self-conscious because he was losing his hair. My words deliberately wounded him.

"That's not a nice thing to say". Hans looked stern.

"I'll say what I want, small dick", I shouted in my clear baritone. Hans' modest member shrunk even further.

That was too much for the men.

"Kurt", said Erich, "I must ask you to take the boy home. He says such upsetting things. Better he stay at home while we have our afternoon swims in future".

There was a chorus of agreement from all the men.

My uncle knelt on the ground and pulled me over his thigh. His big hand, powered by muscles which shifted blocks of granite with ease, pummelled my bare backside.

I yelled and squirmed but in my heart knew I deserved every hard swat.

"Any one else want to help me redden this backside?" My uncle held me in place with his big hands.

"Yes"! said Werner. I heard him unlooping his belt from his trousers which were on the riverbank. My uncle positioned me until my bottom stuck right out. Then Werner leathered my quivering hemispheres. Broad bands of pain radiated from my flogged flesh and I yelled my heart out.

There was a pause while the men inspected my red buttocks.

"Coming along quite nicely" said Otto as if my behind was a piece of furniture he was restoring in his workshop.

"Hans?" my uncle looked enquiringly at the other man I had insulted.

"Yes, please". The 22 year old pulled a thin, whippy switch off a bluegum. He gave my already blazing backside six hard cuts, turning my sore flesh into a raging inferno. My yells had turned to hiccups. Tears flooded my eyes.

"That's enough", said Hans, throwing down the stick. My uncle let me up and I did an involuntary dance from one foot to the other, trying to ease the hurt in my buttocks.

Eventually, I recovered enough to apologise individually to the men. Then the men decided to have another swim. They jumped into the creek.

"Come on in", invited Erich. "The water will be nice and cool for your warm bum". I needed no second invitation. The creek soothed my scorched flesh. Under the water friendly hands gently massaged my sore bottom. Then I felt a fat penis push between the cheeks of my bum.

"Just my 'small dick'", whispered Hans.

I opened my legs allowing his member to be fully lodged inside my crack. It lingered there making my heart beat faster.

"You like that, I think".

"Yes", I murmured.

Hans pulled it out, his big hand ruffled my hair.

Afterwards, we dried ourselves in the sun and then got dressed again. Uncle Kurt took me home.

Standing beside the hot range cooking our evening meal was Auntie Maisie. I ran over, flung my arms around her and said: "I'm sorry!"

"That's my good boy". She hugged me to her while my uncle told her about the hiding I'd been given. Her gentle hands touched the seat of my shorts. When she felt the intense heat radiating from my still-fiery bottom she stood up and glared at Uncle Kurt.

"You didn't have to smack him so hard". Her fists pummelled my uncle's own muscular buttocks, making the big man laugh.

The next day at the creek my uncle made an announcement.

"Tonight, my Maisie and I are going to the Pictures. Is one of you free to keep the boy company?"

All the men shouted: "Yes, me!"

"You're popular, son". My uncle grinned at me. "Better choose your sitter".

I looked at those good men but there was really only one that I wanted. My still slightly-sore backside prompted me to be discreet.

"Hans - because he lives just next door", I pointed out.

"Fair enough" said Otto. The others nodded their agreement.

That night as my uncle and aunt were busy preparing to go to the movies, Hans arrived. He was dressed in a suit and looked devilishly handsome. My heart skipped a beat. His smile was wide.

After my relatives had gone I finished doing my homework at the kitchen table. Hans sat at the other end, trying to make sense of the newspaper.

I packed the school books into my satchel and took it into my bedroom. There was a shadow in the doorway. It was Hans. He came into the room and closed the door.

"Your behind. Is it still sore?"

"Yes. Mostly when I sit down".

"Ah!" Hans smiled with satisfaction. "I placed one stroke of the rohrstock very low, where it will sting for a day or two".

There was an electric silence.

"Hans", my voice was little more than a whisper. I liked what you did .. in the creek .. afterwards".

"When my 'torpedo' rested between your mounds?"

"Yes".

"You are how old?"

"18".

"I am only five years older but twice your size I think".

The man struggled to find the right words.

"What my 'torpedo' really wants is to find a safe berth - inside that tunnel between your mounds".

I gulped. "Yes, Hans".

"Am I the first?"

"Yes, Hans. Will it hurt a lot?"

"Until you get used to it. No more than a child bride on her wedding night".

I reached under the bed, pulled out a jar of petroleum jelly and handed it to Hans.

"Hans should smack your bum for playing with yourself, but not tonight".

My face flushed crimson.

The man took off his own clothes and I followed his lead. Hans with his blonde hair and blue eyes was a magnificent example of a young male. Tenderly he kissed me on the lips. Then my nipples which he bathed with the tip of his warm, moist tongue. I, a gauche innocent, surrendered completely to the pleasure of the flesh.

Hans gently turned me over. I pushed my bottom up expecting him to take my virginity but his hand pressed me back down again. He climbed on top of my prone body. I felt his big penis fill the narrow groove between the mounds of my buttocks. He thrust into that narrow valley with such force the bed shook and meccano pieces in a box on the floor rattled. Sweat from his magnificent body dripped onto my puny frame. His breath warmed the hairs on the back of my neck.

The man lowered himself until I bore the full weight of his body. He grunted and I felt his sperm flood my crack. We lay there for a long minute but then Hans rolled off me. He found a handkerchief and cleaned us both up.

I rolled over and looked at his relaxed, smiling face.

"Hans make good love to you?"

"Yes, but what about my tunnel ... ?"

He looked regretful. "Ah! It's entrance is still just a tiny pink dot. Hans not have the heart to deflower such a pretty little thing. Would hurt you far too much".

"More than the rohrstock?"

"Much, much more. But look at YOUR weapon, all ready to fire ! You can put that up me if you want. Hans is big enough to take it".

The man knelt on the bed submitting up his beautiful bottom.

"Grease your weapon".

I rubbed petroleum jelly all over my dick and then pushed it against Hans' prominent back entrance. The man actually pushed back, easily engulfing my knob. I pushed until my nuts slapped against his firm bum cheeks. I stopped to savour the sensual feelings. Hans' fleshy pipe was incredibly hot and moist. His muscles swirled around my dick drawing me even further inside him. I pulled back and then slammed into the tight orifice again and again.

"Harder!" grunted Hans.

Who was I to deny him? I thrust into him repeatedly until friction won the contest. My nuts churned, causing my dick to explode in a rainbow of an orgasm which sprayed deep inside Hans' bowels.

"Stay inside me", he asked.

I lay on the man's warm body, feeling on top of the world.

"OK", he said, "Pull it out slowly".

His tight muscle reluctantly released my limp penis. There was surprisingly little mess which I soon cleaned off with the handkerchief.

"Hans will carry your seed inside him until tomorrow when nature takes her usual course".

We got dressed and went back to the kitchen. Hans threw the soiled handkerchief into the stove.

"Promise you won't play with yourself again".

"I promise".

"Good! Full balls for Hans".

We sat companionably together on the kitchen sofa. After my folks returned from the Pictures Hans went home and I went to bed. I could still smell the heady aroma of his man-scent in the bedroom.

I lay awake thinking about the obscene, lusty things we had done together. How lucky I was Hans hadn't forced himself on me as a lesser man might have done. My penis had felt so good inside his chute which was so clean in spite of its primary function. Knowing Hans would be sleeping with a special part of me still inside him made me feel good.

Then I closed my eyes and went straight to sleep. During the night I dreamed about Hans until my penis erupted with a wonderful nocturnal emission which left a b-i-g smile on my face.

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written by noughteboy