All Disclaimers
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 80--More German Hospitality
Gunter's (correct spelling for my German friends) question hung in the air. Dave shrugged.
"Our place, I think. Unless you have a really big bed," I smiled. "We aren't tiny, ya know!"
"I'm hoping that's so," he grinned, licking his lips and staring at our crotches. "Your place it is! Where's your hotel?"
"Only a few blocks away, but parking is free and secure," Dave indicated, unlocking the car doors and slipping behind the steering wheel of the BMW M3 convertible.
"Are you guys versatile or one's the top and the other's the bottom?" Gunter pressed. "I can't tell. You're both so butch!" he giggled.
"I'd have to say versatile," Dave grinned over his shoulder to my German cousin in the back seat. "We're both eager bottoms and gifted tops in all situations. Of course, it also depends on the man that we're with."
"I'm a shameless bottom," Gunter snorted. "I hope that's not a problem?"
"None at all, Gunter," I assured him. "We know how to double-team a hot man like you. I don't think you'll be disappointed."
"Oh, I know I won't. Even if you didn't know what to do, I sure do!" he laughed.
"I think you'll have a good time," Dave grinned. "Almost there," he added swinging onto a main avenue of downtown Heidelberg. "Do you have any fantasies that we can satisfy for you?"
"I've always wanted to be barebacked, but I know I can't. Not even with you guys," he sighed.
"You could watch us bareback," I suggested with an evil grin. "And you could suck the dick of the guy getting fucked. You'd have a great view!"
"Oh, yeah! I'd like that!"
"So, who do you wanna see get fucked, as if I didn't know?" Dave smiled, reading Gunter's mind.
"Yeah, you read me pretty easily," my cousin smiled. "I've never seen a black dick fuck a white ass, except in videos. Reality has gotta be so much better."
"Oh, it is!" I laughed loudly.
Dave wheeled the convertible into the parking garage beneath the hotel and parked. "You have to work tomorrow, Gunter?" he asked as we walked to the elevator. "How long can you stay?"
"Tomorrow's a day off, the weekend ya know. And I don't have any plans," he leered, fondling Dave's crotch, then, mine. "Oh, I'm gonna love this," he grinned feeling us both up as we rode up to the 9th floor. We weren't idle, either. Dave's left hand was caressing Gunter's dick and one of mine had slipped inside the back of my German cousin's pants, feeling up his hard butt. By the time we reached our hotel room, Gunter had both of us as rock hard as he was.
"Let me direct the undressing," he murmured, transfixed by the two American studs standing before him. He swung the door shut and approached us. "One item of clothing at a time, same one from each of you," he moaned. "Shoes and then socks," he said. He smiled as we complied. "Now, shirts." Dave unbuttoned his seductively, but I just whipped mine over my head and tossed it over my shoulder. It hit the wall at the corner of the room and slid to the floor.
Gunter sauntered up to me, transfixed by my hairy, broad chest. His fingers reached out and touched the right nipple. His other hand tentatively caressed the left one, making both stand up. He leaned forward and licked at the right one, feeling it react. His lips closed over the pencil-eraser sized nipple and sucked. I pushed his face into my chest, sending the non-verbal communication to suck harder. He took my cue eagerly. Dave had been momentarily forgotten.
My hand returned to the back of Gunter's trousers, slipping down his deep butt trench and fingering his winking pucker hole. Eager is an understatement. He pushed back into my finger and sucked harder on my right nipple. Dave stood behind him, pushing his obscenely mounded crotch into Gunter's ass. His fingers worked over Gunter's body, landing quickly on the German's belt buckle. In less time than it takes to tell it, Gunter's pants were around his ankles. His shorts joined his trousers seconds later. He kicked them off, but never lost a nibble on my chest.
Bending at the waist, he licked his way lower, leaving a spit trail on my treasure trail to the top of my beltline. His nimble fingers unfastened my 501's and pushed them down. My hard dick snapped up and struck him on the chin. He grinned and engulfed the leaking, meat missile. Gunter moaned with pleasure, echoing my noises.
Gunter's higher pitched moaning noted a change. Dave's tongue and face had connected with Gunter's round, spread ass. Releasing his grip on my dick, Gunter pulled Dave's face deeper. He muttered something in German, then, resumed sucking my dick. The inflection in his voice translated the phrase: "Eat me out, forever!"
For several minutes, nothing changed. None of us wanted to cease what he was doing or was being done to him. Only the volume and pitch of pleasure modulated.
Eventually, Dave pulled away. "If I don't start working on our clever plan now, I'll be balls deep in Gunter's butt within the next minute!" he whispered hoarsely.
"That's gotta happen eventually, but I still want to see barebacking up close," Gunter agreed.
"Let's get to it, then," Dave insisted. "I'm about ready to blow my load on the floor just from eating your ass, Gunter!"
"On the bed, on your back, Gunter," I directed. I assumed a 69 position over him. Dave lubed up my ass after munching on it for a few seconds (he does love eating my butt!) and slowly entered. I felt Gunter's dick swell in my mouth as Dave's horsedick slipped into me, a delicious inch at a time. He was so focused on Dave's dick disappearing up my butthole that his mouth swallowed my entire 9" dick, nearly gagging on it.
Gunter's hands moved from encouraging me to suck his fat, uncut dick to pulling Dave's round, muscle ass forward and playing with Dave's bull nuts, impaling me completely on 11" of black dick. Dave pulled slowly back, dislodging his weapon, then, pushing resolutely forward again. He was giving Gunter the show he wanted. All 11" disappeared and reappeared again and again.
Gunter held his breath. The proximity to a big horsedick buried bareback, deep in my ass, was almost too much for him. I backed off slightly from sucking on Gunter. I could easily get his nut now, if I'd wanted to. The taste of his precum flooded my mouth, his cock throbbed, and his body tensed.
So interested in helping Gunter enjoy his first up-close barebacking, I'd been ignoring my own approaching climax. I pushed Gunter's sucking face away from my sensitive, swollen member and tried to hold back my climax. However, Dave's pistoning scimitar was not to be denied. His thick, plum-sized dickhead stabbed and rubbed hard against my prostate. That much stimulation couldn't be brushed off.
"FUCK!" I shouted. "I'm gonna CUM!" Gunter grabbed my fat dick and shoved it back into his mouth. I copied his quick action, but on his dick. I sucked hard and fast, enjoying the impending climax and his sweet precum. Teetering on the edge, I felt the inevitable climax rush crash over me. I jetted several quick wads of cum into my German cousin's face. He gargled my load, announcing the arrival of his equally debilitating climax. Hard squirts of semen splashed against the back of my throat as Gunter face-fucked me. His fat, 8", unclipped dick jerked and spasmed hard in my mouth. I swallowed every drop.
Dave was enjoying the ride as much as Gunter was enjoying our fucking scene, only inches away from his sperm-flooded face. But, Gunter's finger pressure on Dave's full nuts and my heavy-duty milking of his 11" stallion meat conspired to bring my lover along with us. He bellowed out his climax, a resounding roar, mimicking what Gunter and I would have done if our mouths hadn't been so crammed full of sperm-shooting dick.
Gunter ejected my dick from his oral prison and whispered, "Pull out, Dave! I wanna see your cum-leaking dick." Dave reluctantly did as was requested. He so loved to leave his big dick inside me and let it soak in his climax juices. Gunter moaned as inch after thick inch of black dick slowly exited my lubed, spread hole. "Mein Gott!" he breathed. "Fuckin' MONSTER dick!" He reached up tentatively and stroked slowly from the base of Dave's dick to the tip, stripping out several pearly drops of warm semen. His open mouth caught each one. Dave jerked back as Gunter's fingers tried to close around the big dickhead and squeeze more out. He was still too sensitive for even Gunter's light touch.
"Stop! That tickles," Dave laughed, sitting back on his haunches.
"That was incredible," Gunter sighed. "Videotapes don't do it justice," he opined. "Barebacking with a monster dick is SO hot!"
"Just don't do it yourself," I cautioned. Gunter nodded slowly, rolling out from under me. I could see he wasn't completely convinced that he shouldn't try it some time. Launching into all the reasons he shouldn't, I concluded with some hope. "When you get a new boyfriend, Gunter, and you feel that you can TOTALLY trust him with your LIFE, you can consider doing it bareback. But, NOT until then."
He smiled. "How does it feel to have cum shooting up your ass?" he pressed.
"You have to experience it for yourself. Each guy shoots and fucks differently," I dodged.
"But, DON'T audition a bunch of men to find out!" Dave said sternly.
"Okay," Gunter sighed. "I get the message." He grinned devilishly. "So, when do I get fucked by both of you? First one 'up' wins!" he cackled, slowly stroking both of us.
"How about if we tag team you until you can't take it any more?" I suggested.
"What's tag team?" he pondered. After a quick explanation, he eagerly agreed. For the next three hours, my randy German cousin took on both of us (one at a time), relishing the deep thrusts and eventual, spermy climaxes. But, he finally had to beg us to stop in the middle of the fourth round. Once the "edge" was off, Dave and I could fuck forever. "Best fuck I've ever had," he sighed. "I've gone home with two men only once before. They weren't nearly as good, nor were both such great tops. But, now that I've gotten you so hard, the least I could do is suck you off," he grinned. Rather than hold back as I had when fucking Gunter, I let myself go and enjoyed his oral expertise (while Dave gave him a great blowjob).
I warned him that I was getting very close to cumming (in case he wanted to pull back), but he only sucked harder. That suited me just fine. I love cum drinkers! Gunter loved sucking down my big load. The only thing that would have made it better would be fucking him, again. He's an excellent bottom.
After blasting my dick gravy down Gunter's throat, Dave and I traded places. >From the steely tumescence evident, Dave was very close, too. And from the leaking precum drooling from Gunter's cock, so was he.
Gunter was the first to cut loose. I sucked and drank eagerly, savoring each creamy squirt of cum. His 8" dick lodged in the back of my throat as he face-fucked me. But, I'd had bigger ones (Dave and Kurt for instance), so it wasn't uncomfortable for me. Dave was only a few strokes behind him. I slipped a finger up his tight, black ass and helped the situation along. I don't know if Dave was grateful, but Gunter sure was. I could tell by the swallowing motions of his throat that he was enjoying Dave's copious flood of sperm.
After we'd showered, we tumbled back into bed, sleeping for several hours before the bright sun roused us. After another round of burying our prods deep in Gunter's ass, we took him to breakfast, then, home. On the autobahn, he told us of a terrific, gay dance club in downtown Mannheim that he loved. The music was great and the men were hot. In fact, there were lots of GI's from the surrounding bases who went there to dance and pick up the local German men. He'd considered approaching one of the black servicemen, but never had the courage. Now, he'd do it for sure.
We detoured by the club (to get familiar with the location) before taking Gunter to his flat. With a promise to meet him for some dancing later in the evening, we returned to our hotel.
After speaking with the concierge (who gave us a local map detailing the surrounding area), we decided to sample several of the wineries on the other side of Ludwigshafen, west of Heidelberg. Abiding by his recommendations, three of them were at the top of our list: a winery at Diedesheim and two in Bad Durkheim on either side of highway 37. The owners were gracious and voluble. We found out more about German wines at Bad Durkheim than we had from all the Rhine Valley wineries combined. Being off the beaten path, they had more time to spend with their guests. And we made it worth their while at Bad Durkheim by asking them to ship six cases from one winery and eight from the other to us stateside. The winery owner at Diedesheim was equally chatty, but his wines were dryer than we ordinarily drink, so we opted for a full case of his ice wine (the price being nearly as steep as six cases of wine from the other winery).
We stopped in Kafertal for lunch (just outside Mannheim). My father had served his military duty there during the Vietnam era. The military barracks were every bit as depressing as he'd said they were.
But, the local food was excellent. While at the cafe, we noticed a pamphlet showing the route and stops of the Strassenbahn (local streetcar) that Gunter had told us about. As luck would have it, the streetcar stopped only a block away from the gay dance club. The Heidelberg terminus for the line was only two blocks from our hotel. Rather than take the rental car and try to find a place to park on the busy streets of Mannheim, we quickly decided to take the streetcar tonight.
After dinner and a "powernap," we dressed in our most scandalous bar clothes. But, knowing that the evening would be cool, we added our tear-away warm-up pants and a light jacket over our bar drag. At 9:30, we jumped on the streetcar and journeyed into Mannheim. GI's and Germans got on and off the car at various points along the way, some stopping for a late dinner or returning to their barracks. But, several others continued on with us. At the appropriate stop, we disembarked. About a half dozen of us walked to the dance club. As it became obvious where we were all going, smiles broke out and introductions were made. We told them we were on vacation and had been told about the dance club by my German cousin, who lived nearby. He would be joining us later, I added.
Inside, the music was thumping loudly. The scent of stale tobacco smoke hung in the air, despite the large exhaust fans. The GI's seemed to be sticking together (their haircuts giving them away) in a clique. The Germans weren't standoffish, but they weren't mixing with the GI's very much. Finally, the music changed to something more danceable. That made all the difference. Men from both groups mingled with the other, chatting up a particular man they'd been cruising. Within seconds, the dance floor was full of gyrating, perspiring, happy, gay men.
We watched for a few minutes, knowing that Germans weren't as rigidly Victorian as the Americans and the Brits. Two young men danced nude on an elevated bar. I wasn't sure if they were patrons or employees, but the cues were there for a ribald evening. Men on the dance floor were in various stages of undress. Most were without shirts and their pants or shorts were worn and torn enough to leave little to the imagination.
We checked our jackets and warm-up pants in a small cloakroom. I patted Dave's round, hard ass and asked him to dance. He spun me out onto the floor, sticking close to me. He turned me about and ground his crotch into my ass. I pushed back into him and bent over. He grabbed my left hip with one large hand and humped me. One hand flew into the air as if he were riding a bronco. I twisted and flexed, giving him a ride that the others enjoyed more than we did.
I spun away, then, circled around behind him, duplicating his "bump and grind" on his tight, muscle butt. This kind of ride begged for NO clothes. But, the charade of the coupling caused a sensation that the other dancers loved. With cheers and whistles, a few imitated us, but others just watched. We switched, again.
My cutoff shorts were riding up my ass trench and Dave's monster dick was riding over his beltline, leaving precum, pecker tracks on my ass cheeks and my cutoffs. When we finally disconnected, I stood and turned to face him. My hard-on lanced through the air, 9" of thick dick pointed at Dave. His large, black, leaking dickhead and several inches of thick shaft stood stiffly above his shorts. His half-shirt exposed more than his cobblestone abs. He peeled off the shirt and gyrated toward me, obscenely thrusting his hips at me.
I quickly stuffed my errant dick back into the skimpy fabric, but compounded Dave's subsequent embarrassment by bending over and licking the shiny, black knob. He jumped as if shocked, instantly stuffing his wayward prick back into his shorts as well. Of course, that lasted less than a minute when it fell out the bottom of the right leg, showing off all 11" of horsedick. From his smile, I knew he was blushing crimson. "You don't know any of these people and they don't know you. Who gives a fuck what hangs out?" I shouted above the music into his ear. He grinned and shrugged, then, pulled my dick out, too.
All about us, the dancing men were laughing and nodding. Several exposed their hard dicks to us as well, keeping their backs to the others. A number of the GI's joined in, showing off their big cocks, too. One of the more drunk ones went to his knees and offered to suck off all of us. He cheerfully blew half a dozen men before the music changed.
By then, we were ready for a break and a drink to cool us off. Several other dancers joined our exodus. "Man! You were great!" shouted one of the white GI's over the music. "Where you from? You're not a local and you're no GI." We told him we were on holiday. "Man! This is the first time they've let us off the base since that shit went down in New York and the Pentagon. But, you sure did make it worthwhile!" Others agreed with his assessment. "Let me buy you a drink," he offered. "What's your poison?" We told him just wine for us. We wanted to dance, not get blasted.
Others crowded in, wanting to hear more about what was happening stateside; but we assured them we had no idea, as we were in Paris on 9/11. The music changed again to an old disco tune that we loved. "This is depressing," one of the black GI's said. "Let's dance." He grabbed me by the hand and led me back to the dance floor. We danced for one song, then, another GI cut in and I danced with him. Dave was similarly popular. Nearly every time I checked on him, he was dancing with someone else.
Gunter showed up about 11 p.m. Immediately, he asked me to dance with him. I told a collection of disappointed men that he was my cousin and I'd promised him this particular dance. After another ten minutes, the music changed to something I didn't like (nor did Gunter). He steered me over to a quieter corner where a few of his German friends were standing and introduced me. Their English was excellent, too. "You're the 'belle of the ball'!" one particularly handsome, dark man said to me after buying me another drink.
"We're from out of town and on holiday, so we can do as we wish," I explained.
"We?"
"Oh, yes," Gunter butted in. "His boyfriend is that gorgeous black man over at the bar talking to Luddie."
"How did you get a black boyfriend? Were there cultural differences to overcome?" the handsome stranger said.
"I've always been attracted to them," another friend sighed. Others nodded. This gay dance bar was known to attract black GI's and their admirers, plus played great dance music, Gunter had told us that morning.
"It just happened," I said with a shrug. "We were friends first, and it developed into more." Before I could explain about how we'd met and eventually fallen in love, Dave joined us, dragging along several panting men. I introduced him to Gunter's friends and he introduced the group of GI's and a few Germans to us. But, before the discussion could get back to how we'd met, a great disco tune started up and I dashed for the dance floor with Dave in tow while there was still room. One thing I'd learned quickly: the older and more frantic the disco music, the more these men loved to dance to it.
Dave started "dirty dancing" with me, again. He did everything but undress me, and only barely refrained from doing that. He'd unbuttoned my shorts, pushing down the back, and pressing his monster dick into my deep, ass trench. His hands alternately stroked my erect nipples and erect, dripping cock. I kept shoving my hard cock back into my shorts, but he'd stroke it and get it to flop out again. At one point, he had us locked in an embrace with him tightly pushed into my back and ass. His big, leaking dick managed to push through a rip in the fabric and press against my butthole. "Careful, or we'll show them how we fuck, too?" I nearly shouted into his ear as I leaned back and enjoyed his hard body against mine.
An eager mouth closed over the tip of my waving hard-on. I recoiled to get away from it, knowing how turned on I was by Dave's dick grinding into me. Shooting my load on the dance floor (even in this den of hedonism) would be gauche. But, pulling away from the would-be cocksucker, impaled me onto the big, precum-soaked head of Dave's horsedick.
Both of us gasped at the sudden invasion. But, Dave pulled me closer to him, acting as if nothing had happened. I bent over, wiggling my ass suggestively at him (and swallowing another inch or two of his black post). What the fuck, I thought. I don't care what these men think of us. Another inch slipped inside. Dave bent with me and sighed in my ear, "Gawd! I wanna fuck you so much!"
I turned my head and smiled, "I'm not stopping you!"
But word was spreading like wildfire. Men were crowding around, ogling at the connection between us. Dave leaned back. Moans of desire rippled through the watchers. He finally pulled out, causing his big dick to jerk upwards and splat against his hard abs. Continuing to dance to the beat of the music, he stuffed his 11" post back into his shorts and spun me around. We kissed passionately. My stiff cock dribbled more precum on our abs between us.
Breaking the kiss, Dave pushed me off the dance floor as the music ended. "We've made a spectacle of ourselves," he moaned. "And I don't give a fuck!" he grinned broadly, kissing me, again.
More men crowded around us. "I didn't see it, but my friend says you were actually fucking," a GI buzzed in my ear over the music. I smiled and blushed a bright red. "Gawd! How'd you take that big fucker up your ass, Man?"
"I'm used to him and he leaks precum like a faucet, lubing the way," I said, bending to his ear so he could hear me, but not broadcasting it to the entire bar. Other men were asking the same question of Dave (those who hadn't seen the act itself).
The guy talking to me nearly swooned at my answer. "Gawd! I'd love to suck his dick right now. I love sucking on a dick that's just been in a hot ass like yours."
"Go ask him!" I urged. I smiled and nodded at Dave that what this guy was going to talk to him about was okay with me.
He tentatively approached Dave. Knowing that I had sent him over, Dave listened to his story, ignoring the others for a moment. He smiled and nodded, then, took the man to the bathroom. No point in demonstrating that particular hedonism to everyone.
Less than a minute later, they returned. The guy was in pig heaven, and Dave had a silly grin on his face. "Great cocksucker," Dave whispered in my ear. "He could have sucked me off easily." He surveyed the crowded, again. "But, I'm saving it for later. I'll bet we could get anyone in here we wanted tonight."
"You have someone in mind?" I asked.
"Not yet. Let's dance some more."
"Only if you promise to be good," I laughed.
"Really?" he smirked. "You don't wanna turn the tables on me?"
"I thought it might be too embarrassing to do again."
"Let's dance and see what happens," he grinned, guiding me back to the dance floor after setting down his drink.
A string of vigorous disco songs played, not particularly conducive to bump and grind. When the music went bad again, we circuitously wove our way back to the bar through the crowd. Dave ordered for us, but the bartender wouldn't take our money, as Dave's friendly cocksucker had already picked it up. We lifted our glasses in acknowledgement. I sat on a barstool and Dave sat on my lap, balancing most of his weight on the rungs of the stool.
"Let's thank him again for buying our drinks," I whispered in Dave's ear. He looked over his shoulder at me, wondering what I had in mind. I pushed my hips forward and he instantly understood. In time to the music, we bounced and thrust, while remaining on the stool. Dave's round ass always turned me on. I adjusted my dick to point up, instead of the side. He easily rode me up and down the shaft until my slick dick entered his clasping hole. With a sigh, he slowed, then, stopped. His ass muscles milked at the sensitive head. It would have been so easy to pursue this to a creamy climax, I thought.
But, I pushed him off and tucked my hard, drooling dick back under the right leg of my shorts. I got off the barstool (which Dave then occupied) and walked over to the cocksucker. "Follow me, if want another taste," I murmured in his ear. A wide grin stretched his face. He beat me to the men's room. Although he assured me that he could suck dick and eat butt as well as get fucked for hours, I left him on his knees in the far stall of the men's room, my cleaned dick stuffed back into my shorts.
"He's very good, just as you said," I assured Dave upon my return. "Did he try to get you to fuck his ass as well?"
Dave nodded. "But, I have larger prey in mind," he nodded toward the dance floor.
"Which one?" I asked.
"Ones, my dear," he countered. "The two, big, black ones dancing together."
"Oh, yeah!" I agreed. "Good targeting. Which one you wanna work on?"
"The taller one. You go for the muscle stud. I know he's your type."
"You think they're a couple?" I pressed.
"Only one way to find out," he answered, leaving the barstool and heading out to the dance floor. I tagged along closely behind. "Mind if we cut in?" Dave smiled to the taller one. I smiled brightly at the glistening, heavily muscled, shorter one. We danced energetically for two songs before he spoke.
"He your boyfriend?" he asked. I nodded. "You sure make a hot couple. That was some show you put on. You both dancers?"
"Gawd, NO!" I laughed. "He's a lawyer and I'm an accountant; but both retired now, though."
"How'd you manage that at such a young age?" I knew I shouldn't have used the word "retired."
"Long story and not a very pretty one," I parried. "What's your story?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"Decided I wanted to see the world on Uncle Sam's nickel. So, I joined the Army Signal Corps and here I am," he grinned. "You and your boyfriend fuck around?"
"Direct, aren't ya!" I laughed. He grinned. "Well, depends on the guy and if we both like him." We danced more, but there was another question weighing on his mind.
"You don't fuck around individually?" I shook my head. He glanced over at Dave who was dancing with the tall GI. "Neither do we," he grinned.
"That your other half?"
"The dude dancing with your boyfriend?" he smiled. "Yeah. Hot, isn't he?"
I quickly scanned the man dancing with Dave: Tall, black, slimly muscular, early 20's, shaved head, nice ass. "Very nice! You meet him here?"
"Well, not here, but here in Germany. We're in the same company."
"How do you manage to, uh, well, get it on with all those Army guys around in the barracks?" I wondered.
"We're assigned to two-man rooms as soon as we reach the rank of E-5, uh, that's like sergeant," he explained. "Darrell and I were promoted at about the same time, so our 1st Sergeant asked us if we minded rooming together. It was all we could do to not laugh in his face or jump too eagerly at the suggestion."
I laughed at the mental picture that painted. "You been together how long, now?"
"About six months or so."
"We've been together a little better than a year," I volunteered. The music changed to something slower. Nearly everyone exited the dance floor, again. I wondered if they changed the music just so we'd all have a break to order more drinks.
"Let me buy you a drink, good-lookin'," he grinned. "Whatcha drinkin'?"
"A nice, German white," I replied. "Whatever the house white is," I clarified to make it easier to order. His boyfriend had done the same for Dave.
He returned with my wine and said, "My name's Han, as in Han Solo. My parents love Star Wars," he added laughing.
"I'm Mike, and my boyfriend (that Darrell's working on) is Dave," I smiled, shaking his hand. Darrell's hand was on Dave's ass and Dave's hand was on Darrell's stretched crotch.
"Darrell's got the right idea. We both love a good ass. But, both of you have great, big dicks. And that's even more appealing," he whispered in my ear, nuzzling my earlobe, and kissing my sweaty neck. His hands moved to my hairy chest and erect nipples.
"That makes both of you versatile," I concluded in a hoarse whisper. This guy knew how to please a man. He smiled and nodded. "Same with us."
He looked perplexed for a moment. "That big-dicked, muscleman bottoms, too?" I nodded again. "DAMN! But, I really want his monster deep in my ass and your cock right behind his," he smirked, feeling my crotch and stroking the lengthening dick only partially concealed by my threadbare shorts. "I guess I'm more of a bottom than versatile," Han grinned.
I slipped a hand into his pants and felt a thick, wet cock. He kissed me as I squeezed several drops of precum from it. My other hand strayed to his round ass, feeling how firm and smooth it was, and how sweaty and deep his ass trench was. He broke the kiss and looked over my shoulder. "Looks like your boyfriend has the same idea." I turned and watched Dave mauling Darrell's ass with both of his meaty hands. "Darrell loves to get fucked by a big dick. And if you eat his ass for him, he'll take on the biggest horsedick in the county."
"You make him sound like he's more of a bottom, too," I said. "Not that I'm complaining," I hastily added. "And Dave and I are very accomplished bootie munchers."
He smiled broadly, then said, "When's it's just the two of us, he's an incredible top and ass eater," Han smiled. "But, he says the same about me. However, if we get together with you guys, you'll be the tops. Both of you have dicks too big to ignore."
"So, just how do you go about, uh, entertaining when you both live in the barracks?" I wondered aloud.
"Most of the time, they're locals, so we go to their place."
"And if not?"
"If it's a GI or a local who may be married or has a boyfriend, we can always find a place to get it on."
"What about the Military Police or whoever they are?"
"CID couldn't bust an old lady's cherry!" he laughed. "They can't even stop the blatant use of MJ on base. But, I do have to admit, they're very effective on stopping the hard stuff like horse and coke." I assumed CID was some internal investigative arm that the military had (or used) to supplement the official Military Police.
"And no one bothers you when it's just the two of you? You have locks on your doors?"
"Oh, yeah," he smiled, recalling a particularly good memory. "All the privacy we need. But, we do have to keep the noise down. It gets pretty loud when a coupla homeboys are buryin' the bone."
"Ever been caught or think about entrapment, if you hit it with another GI?" I asked.
"Never. We generally stay clear of the GI's."
"How do you know we aren't CID?"
"Too buff, too hot, too old, too PHYNE!" he laughed.
"We're not THAT old!" I protested.
"To CID, you are. They think that GI's only want that young stuff, so that's the guy they'd send out. They're clueless, like I said."
"Don't know about 'daddies'?"
"Or anything else, other than pretty boys. They think all we want are men who look like girls."
"How do you know how they think?"
"A friend of ours is in CID. We met him at one of the local bars," Han explained. "Nice guy, but death on drugs. He knew right away we were a couple, but he doesn't give a shit. That's when he told us that baiting gays is at the bottom of the list of what's important for them. Occasionally, someone makes a pass at a guy who isn't receptive, word gets around, and we lay low for a while. No big deal. He always lets us know if there's somethin' goin' down."
"How often do you score with the locals?" I wondered.
"Well, pretty regularly. There are always a few who aren't into black guys, but they tend to stay away from this dance bar. However, the music's really good, so even the one's not into bruthas will come here."
"Have you met my cousin Gunter?" I asked.
"Who's that?"
I pulled him over to chat with Gunter and his friends for a few minutes as the music had changed again. I wasn't sure if they'd hit it off. After all, they're all bottoms. Dave and Darrell joined us in a few minutes, bored with the change in music, too.
But, I was wrong about the bottoms not getting along. They got along famously. Gunter dazzled them with his command of English and they hugged and kissed him until he, too, was dazzled. In another 15 minutes (and a little after midnight), the three of them left together.
"Looks like we fucked ourselves out of a couple of GI's," I sighed to Dave.
"Gunter's a helluva catch. They'll enjoy playing with him, despite his penchant for being a bottom. I'm sure they'll come to an accommodation that satisfies all of them." He looked over the dance floor. "Well, I struck out. Now, it's your turn to find a hot one," he urged.
I scanned the room, but wasn't immediately drawn to anyone in particular. We danced for another hour, enjoying the attentions of many men, but none of them hit our buttons like Han and Darrell had. I mentally kicked myself a few times for introducing them to Gunter. However, my cousin was local talent they'd want to pursue, whereas we were transient.
As 2 a.m. approached, we were no nearer finding a "bed-warmer" than when Han and Darrell left with Gunter. We hadn't been idle, and it wasn't because no one was interested in us. Perhaps, our standards were too high. "Or are we looking in the wrong direction?" Dave asked, turning me around to check out one of the bartenders.
"Well, that's VERY nice. Where'd he come from?"
"Beats me. He wasn't here earlier. Or, if he was, it wasn't at this bar." There was a second, smaller bar away from the dance floor, beyond the tables. I suggested that to Dave. He nodded absently, drooling shamelessly. The object of his salivary stimulation was about 5'9" tall, possessing a swimmer's lean, sculpted body. His tight levis were stuffed in all the right places, his bare chest only slightly covered by a too small, leather vest. His short-cropped, dark hair framed a masculine face with a five o'clock shadow. The whole look was entrancing, sexy, and butch! "I wonder what time he gets off?" Dave dreamed.
"I'll ask him," I volunteered, leaving a circle of men trying to make conversation with us. "He's glanced our direction more than once. I don't think he had bartending in mind," I added in Dave's ear as I departed. He smiled and gave me an encouraging pat on the butt. Moving slowly through the crowd, I presently stood behind a shorter man giving his drink order to my handsome quarry. The bartender looked up and smiled at me, virtually ignoring the man between us. He nodded (whether at me or in acknowledgement of the drink order, I didn't know) and turned to mix a drink.
Finished with that task, he took the offered money, returning his change. The short man departed, leaving me alone with Mr. Butch. I leaned in so he could hear me over the music. He leaned closer, too. "Hi, Handsome," he said in a light, German accent. "I get off in another 30 minutes. You and your boyfriend need a friend for the evening?"
I grinned broadly. "I was about to ask you when and if you might be available for us."
He looked into my eyes and leaned closer, kissing me gently on the lips. "You're excellent dancers," he spoke into my ear, nuzzling it. "I hope you're as good in bed."
"Only one way to find that out," I responded, kissing him, again.
I felt someone press his hard body against my ass and back. Big dark hands moved over my hairy chest, and warm breath tickled the back of my neck. Dave leaned in over me. "You have one of those for me?" The bartender leaned a few inches to the left and kissed Dave, taking long enough for both of them to duel lightly with their tongues.
They pulled away from each other, smiling. "I was just telling your boyfriend that I'm off in 30 minutes. I hope both of you can wait that long."
We nodded, mesmerized by his deep blue eyes. His erect nipples sitting at the edge of his perfect pecs suggested the interest was mutual. "We're in a hotel in Heidelberg," Dave began. "Do you live nearby?"
"Yeah, and I have a big bed, too," he whispered into Dave's ear. Dave repeated to me what the bartender had said.
"Having two strangers at once doesn't bother you?" I said into our future bedmate's ear.
"It'll take both of you to keep up with me," he bragged.
"I think we might surprise you," Dave winked. The bartender looked us over again.
"I hope so," he grinned. By then, a line of impatient, thirsty men had formed behind us. We stepped aside and let him work. We didn't even know his name, yet; but I don't think I cared if he even had a name. This stud exuded sex!
"You're sure chummy with Ziggy," a GI standing nearby said. "He's a friendly sort, but never goes home with anyone. We think he has to have a boyfriend there, keeping him happy."
"Ziggy's his name?" I asked.
He nodded. "Short for Sigismund or Siegmund; I'm not sure which."
"Kinda standoffish?" Dave pressed.
"Not really, a helluva nice guy, but no one's ever scored with him that I know of," he concluded. I couldn't help smiling, but turned so he couldn't see my knowing grin.
"Maybe, he has high standards or only a particular type does it for him," Dave volunteered.
"Maybe, but there are times that you even wonder if he's gay. He's so hard to reach," our voluble friend continued. "He doesn't mind a friendly kiss or even a grope, but that's as far as he goes." We acknowledged his pronouncements, but promptly ignored them.
As the closing hour approached, the crowd thinned out dramatically. Our chatty friend was gone, as were all the GI's. Evidently, they still had a curfew hour. A few of the Germans waved a farewell to the bartender as they exited. We retrieved our jackets and warm-up pants. As he had to lock-up and close out the till, we waited by the backdoor. Fifteen minutes later, he pushed through the big, wooden door, grinning. "I'm glad you waited," he said, turning to lock the heavy door. "I seldom take men home from the bar."
"So we heard," I smiled.
"Word gets around fast even in a city this size," he sighed. "But, just as well. I don't mind being mysterious."
"A guy as good looking as you should have dates all the time," Dave broke in.
"Or a steady boyfriend," I added.
"I'm particular," he admitted. "Nearly all the GI's are too young for me. And my countrymen are too, well, German. You know, rigid, technical, non-emotional, macho, I believe is the term."
"They didn't seem to be on the dance floor tonight," I laughed. Dave smiled and nodded agreement.
"I heard you were showing them a good time out there. I don't believe what I heard, of course, but I did see some of it, so it's possible."
"Believe it," Dave laughed. "We were pretty out-of-control tonight. But, what the hell? We don't live here, so we don't care about our reputations."
"I hope we didn't tarnish yours, after what we did; and then, being seen at the bar, sucking face," I added solicitously.
"Sucking face?" the bartender wondered.
"Kissing," Dave laughed. "Another Americanism."
"Oh," he laughed. "No. I'm friendly with lots of guys, including kissing. And there's no one around now, anyway. And even if there were, perhaps my ice cube reputation could stand a thaw."
We made introductions in the four-block walk to his apartment. We never did find out his true name, just Ziggy. But, we did find out that he was versatile, preferring his men to take the slow, deliberate, lovemaking approach, rather than the one-night stand that lasts maybe an hour. Anyway, that's what he said as we walked up to his second floor apartment.
Inside, he kicked the door shut and moved toward me. His hands slowly mowed through my chest hairs, settling on my erect nips. His soft lips covered mine as he gently kissed me. Dave had slipped Ziggy's leather vest off, moving in behind him and working Ziggy's big, muscular pecs with his large hands. He ground his thick crotch into Ziggy, his monster cock growing to full length and pressing hard into Ziggy's round butt. Dave pulled gently on Ziggy's nips, hugging him close to his massive chest.
The bartender groaned with pleasure. Our tongue dueled. My hands moved down his abs, resting on the buttons of his 501's before pulling them open. Dave pushed them over Ziggy's round butt and pushed his exposed, black horsedick into the German's deep crevice. Ziggy wiggled his hairy ass back into Dave, kissing me more passionately.
My hands moved around to his narrow hips, enjoying the feel of his furry, muscled rump. I pulled his meaty globes apart and aimed Dave's black, wet, curved lance between them. Both men moaned loudly. Ziggy broke our kiss. "You feel huge, Dave," he sighed, pushing back a little more. "And I know you're big, Mike," he added lightly stroking my throbbing dick (which he'd pulled out of my threadbare shorts a few minutes earlier).
"I like this big German sausage, too," I complimented him. It was a big one: about at thick as Dave's at nearly 7" around and probably 8" long. The foreskin had pulled back behind the head. It felt wet and slippery each time I touched it.
Ziggy kissed me again, then, slowly slid down my chest, followed my treasure trail, and opened my shorts, pushing them to the floor. His lips closed over the head of my leaking dick and he sucked hard. I wanted to rocket forward and bury my dick deep in his throat, but I struggled and held back. In his bent over position, Dave had taken advantage of Ziggy's spread butt cheeks. His thick dickhead pressed against Ziggy's butthole, feeling the orifice munch on the precum-leaking probe.
"Your ass is SO fuckin' hot," Dave groaned. "I could fuck you so easily right now. But, I need some protection and especially lube."
While Dave rummaged through his warm-up pants looking for the condoms we'd stuffed there, I turned Ziggy around. "This ass needs some careful opening before Dave gets inside you, Ziggy," I suggested. I pushed him back down to a bent-over position. "And I need some serious face time in this pretty butt."
The hunky German chuckled softly. "I was hoping you wouldn't be, uh, vanilla (is that the right word?)." We nodded at his word choice. "I'm glad you aren't." I squatted behind him and did my tongue dance on his hole. "GOTT! That's wonderful!" he crooned. My wet tongue speared his hairy hole, licking and drilling to get inside. Dave moved in, forgetting his search for a condom for the moment, and smeared his plum-sized dickhead over Ziggy's lips. The German's mouth opened greedily and sucked the black scimitar down his throat. Inch after thick inch of bloated black snake disappeared. Ziggy pulled away quickly, sucking in a deep breath. "It's so thick and curved that I can't do it this way. I need you on the bed in a 69 position to get it all," he insisted. We hurriedly dashed to the bedroom, leaving our clothes in a heap near the front door.
For the moment, I was ignored. Ziggy obviously had worked on big dicks before, and Dave's wasn't going to stymie him. On his back, Dave waved his black, shiny obelisk at Ziggy. The bartender grinned and swooped down on it, quickly burying the first thick 8" easily. The last three, thicker inches disappeared more slowly, but only because he paused to open his jaw wider. Ziggy moaned with a sense of completion and pleasure.
Dave was so taken by the successful attack on his 11" throat spreader that he pushed hard up into Ziggy's throat, enjoying the tight tunnel. He thrust several times, holding Ziggy's head down, then, released him. The German pulled off slowly, demonstrating his breathing and swallowing skills. "DAMN! Your good!" Dave exulted. "Very few men can swallow my dick." Ziggy grinned and repeated his feat. Dave finally remembered there was a big German dick waving in his face. He licked at the wet head, savoring the taste of German precum.
With Ziggy bent over so far to service Dave's hard dick, his spread butt presented the perfect target. Locating a condom that Dave had struggled to find (perhaps, he wasn't looking very hard, watching Ziggy instead), I rolled it on, added a few drops of lube from a packet we'd thought to bring and pressed my 9" of stiff dick against his winking back door. Ziggy pulled off Dave's dick for a moment, impaling himself on my throbbing staff. He sighed loudly, milking me as he pulled me forward and went down on Dave, again.
I leaned over Ziggy's back, rubbing my hairy chest into him and pushing my bagged dick as deeply into him as I could. His bottoming skills were awesome. Rather than fuck him, I was along for the ride. I knew I'd cum if I tried to take control of the motion. Each time he pushed down into Dave's sucking mouth, riding forward to engulf the entire black dick before him, he'd milk me mercilessly. This couldn't last, not like this.
"You're making my dick too happy," Ziggy whispered to Dave. "I'll cum if you keep that up, and I'd rather fuck you." Dave moved quickly to change his position and pull his legs up to his chest. Ziggy devoured Dave's butthole, moaning and slurping like he was starving and eating the finest ass in the world. Well, it is a FINE ass. "Condom, please," he finally said. "I'm gonna cum just rimming you, Dave."
Dave rolled away, searched the pockets of his warm-ups, opened the condom and resumed his position. Ziggy rolled it on himself. He dragged me forward, kissing the length of Dave's abs and chest, moving up his neck, finally planting a sensuous kiss on my lover's full lips. The harder he kissed Dave, the more of his thick 8" cock slid up Dave's hungry ass. I could feel Ziggy's dick throb in Dave's butt. It echoed in Ziggy's ass, milking my buried dick.
I continued to ride his butt, not daring to thrust into that delicious, German asshole on my own. His milking skills were as good as they get. I warned him that I'd be cumming soon if he didn't back off. "I'm about to climax, too, Mike. I'm not holding off for you!" He returned to his passionate kisses with Dave. His slow thrusts into Dave made no difference. Perhaps, he was trying to delay his orgasm, too. But, it wasn't working for me. I couldn't hold back.
Pumping hard and fast, racing for maximum pleasure, I pounded the hairy, German ass and blasted my load in six or seven debilitating shots into the condom. I flopped on his back, pumping hard and deep. Ziggy's prostate was getting a heavy workout that couldn't be denied. In a bellow of German words, he came hard, nearly biting off my stiff dick plowing his ass. Each new wave of climax pumped more cum into the condom and more milking action on my overly stimulated dick.
Dave pulled his ass cheeks farther apart, urging Ziggy to fuck him harder and deeper. Ziggy did his best, but as out of control as I was, Ziggy was far worse. His body writhed and pitched in every direction imaginable as more waves of orgasm blasted at him. He shuddered and shook, crazily thrusting forward; then, pulled back when the stimulation was too much or his body, again, took over his conscious control.
I pulled out, not able to stand the milking any longer. Losing part of the reason he was so out of control, Ziggy slowed his fucking pace, spending more time and concentrated effort on kissing Dave. Making love to him with slow, deep thrusts and soulful kisses was what he did best. I flopped down next to them, trying to catch my breath. Stripping off the condom, I pushed my dripping dick between their osculating lips. Ziggy hungrily sucked it between his lips, savoring my creamy sperm. Dave looked up and nuzzled my sagging, relaxing nuts.
In another minute, my shrinking dick had been drained and cleaned, my nuts wet with Dave's spit. He pushed me away and rolled atop Ziggy, smiling into his face. "Now, Ziggy, I'm gonna see how deep that sweet ass really is." He looked over at me and I dutifully grabbed another condom (accompanied by the opened packet of lube).
"Let me help," I offered. They smiled over at me, leaving their mating in my hands. They kissed softly, then, more urgently. I pulled the condom off Ziggy's spent dick, still thick and creamy from his climax in Dave's hungry butt. Stripping the condom of its contents, I rolled a new condom on to Dave's jerking member. Adding more lube to Ziggy's well-fucked hole, I positioned Dave's big knob. My hand rested on Dave's round ass cheek, pushing Dave slowly forward. Ziggy moaned with pleasure, almost snorting as more thick inches descended into him.
"Ass as deep as your throat," Dave whispered as I felt between them, confirming that Dave's big nuts resting tightly against Ziggy's tailbone. They kissed again, and Dave began a slow long-dicking motion that had Ziggy groaning with pleasure at each thrust in and with concern when he withdrew.
Ziggy's practiced ass was surely milking Dave's big horsedick relentlessly. As a countermeasure, Dave was keeping his thrusts slow and long. I moved behind him and licked at his ass, zeroing in on his tight pucker. Spreading his tight butt with my hands, I ate his beautiful ass the way he loved it. Most of the flavored lube had been pumped inside when Ziggy'd fucked him (as I could taste very little of it).
He could abate the stimulation of Ziggy's milking ass by fucking slowly. He could even shut out my lingual stimulation of his tight butt pucker, but playing with his big, hard, tight, full nuts was that extra ingredient for this chocolate cake he couldn't push aside. "I'm gonna cum if you don't stop milking my dick and eating my ass, guys!" he cautioned. I pulled away from Dave's gorgeous, muscle ass for an instant, but the smile on Ziggy's face showed he wasn't relenting. "I'm gonna cum, Ziggy! Stop stroking my dick with that tight ass!"
Ziggy laughed. "Not a chance! I want that black cum deep in my butthole. I've never been fucked by a black man before and I want your babies!"
"Fuck you, then!" Dave roared. "I'm gonna pump so much cum up your butt that you'll slosh for the next week!" Of course, he wouldn't because the condom would catch his load, but it was a stunning mental picture, anyway. I watched as Dave drove hard and fast into the German under him, pumping and thrusting deeply. Ziggy begged for more, howling his need to be bred.
Then, in one shattering wave of orgasm, Dave buried his black dick and came, hard. He pulled back, but thrust savagely inward before more than half of his 11" could be extracted. Another shout of climax ripped through Dave's body and more cum sluiced into the protective condom. Repeatedly, the two men coupled and shouted their pleasures.
"Gott! What a fuck!" Ziggy finally said when Dave withdrew. "Even Albrecht didn't hit my buttons like you do."
"Albrecht?"
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