I am Hot for Endomorphs, Part Three By Jay Roberts Gay Adult/youth
Our English pubs are never busy at 2:00 in the afternoon. In fact, I had trouble rousing the sleeping landlord to pour me a large tankard of ale and to make a plate of sliced lamb and cold eggs.
When I finished I rose and walked unsteadily out into the bright fall sunshine. A full tankard of the amber brew will unsteady any man. Worse than my stagger was the silly grin on my face that occurs whenever I imbibed.
When I reached the place of where the hopeful inductees waited I noted that there was only one lad on the line of chairs.
"They left," the noncommissioned fellow advised. "These blokes never have patience.
But then my heart began to beat strongly. There sat the remaining youth. He was a perfect specimen of endomophdom sat straight up in the chair his intense blue eyes sparkling from within his small eye slits.
I rushed inside my office and donned my white jacket of authority and placed my listening trumpet around my neck by the black cord attached.
"Send in the applicant," I called through the partly open door. Then I returned to sat waiting on my rolling stool. In walked the lad. He marched rather then strolled and almost clicked his heels and stood at rigid attention.
"Your name," I croaked.
"Hans Schmidt," he answered in full voice than buzzed my testicles.
(My heart beat madly in realization that he was a Teuton. )
"Where were you born?"
He answered Berlin, but he pronounced it "Bear-leen." That was an added thrill.
"Why are you still dressed?" I asked, trying to be authoritative.
"Sir, the officer outside ordered me to get dressed. I had been in a towel only."
"Well get undressed now. Forget the towel. You need to be examined fully."
His smooth fair cheeks already had a rosy rouge on them but at my order his face flamed hotly. How sweet was this boy is beyond estimation.
I watched his outstanding body become revealed before me. Those broad shoulders and heavily planked pectorals on his chest. Those arm muscles appeared and disappeared as he flexed them to undress.
I licked my lips at his full legs with a large calf muscle. He must hike the Alps and I tried to picture him in very short leather trousers. And those thighs to sigh over, ballooned and hairless, like polished ivory and just as smooth.
He was facing me. His arse will have to wait for my perusal until I have him turn. Meanwhile there was his penis and sac to enjoy viewing. Ye gad, it was my all time favorite and rare. You may not like it but I drool over that kind. He had a large scrotum, big as an orange and with similar markings. The penis was entirely inside the copious sac with it's head peaking out like a turtle. I was physically shaking.
The last time I saw such a sight was five years ago on my cousin Reggie. When he erected his penis elongated tremendously from out of its hiding place.
I asked him to turn around. Ah, there it was, a big beautiful, perfectly shaped rear end, hairless and smooth. There was a faint increase in shell pink around the arse hole. I could see it as I held his arse cheeks open. That move surprised him but he said nothing. This was a boy who was used to behave and not question. Just as I held them apart he farced. The odor was strong. I suppose the Rhineland had sausage for lunch. I said nothing but he apologized profusely.
"Sit down Hans. I have some questions for you. First off, are you sexually active?"
"No dokture, I am passive, usually come to me they who wish sex with me."
"I see, you do not believe in initiating sex?"
"I never have to."h "If I asked you to touch me, would you do it?"
"No sir, it would not be respecting your rank."
"Suppose I ordered you to do it."
"I always obey, yes."
He looked down at his groin and I followed his action. Yes, the turtle head was coming out to look around. He put one ham hand to cover its progress but I took his wrist and pulled it away. That show of strength on my part seemed to trigger some sexual memory for his breathing deepened and his prick continued to leave its ball nest..
Now his chest turned red. How charming.
I said now in a strong voice I hoped was like a German general, "Hans, you will now stand close to me, between my legs. Then I slid my white cotton pants to my ankles and removed them.. His full thighs were now inside my own hairy ones and I tightened my legs against his. I looked at his face. It was red. His eyes were closed and his small puffy lips were pushed out in a sort of kiss.
"Do fancy a wank from me?" I said that knowing that he said he never solicited sex, it always came to him. I don't doubt it, he was a gorgeous big babe.
He didn't answer, he was in a corner, finally he said, "If you wish to stimulate me you may do so."
"Oh no sauerkraut kid, you must ask."
I saw his thin prick moving with his pulse. It was a stiff, almost painful erection that badly needed tending.
"Well, you may do it."
"Do what?" I was going to crack his act that had served him in good stead all his young years. It was an act, it allowed him to tell himself that he didn't initiate the sex, that he was almost forced into it. But this wasn't going to work with me. I would get him to be real.
"Please sir, you know, rub my organ until it spits." "You will like that very much, right?"
In a strained voice he answered, "I will luff it greatly. And, sir, may you kiss me first."
I know it must have cost him a lot to ask for a tender thing like a kiss.
I put on arm on his thick should my hand on the back of his blond bristle and drew him toward me. His small puffy lips we perfect to be assailed by my authoritative ones. He gasped as we met and soon his arms were flung around my body. He was panting around the kiss. His prick was leaking heavily and jumping.
As we separated, his eyes still closed, I reached for his needy organ. It fit my hand perfectly and I grasped it softly and slightly moved on the surface. His precum increased. My hand was slippery.
Then to my surprise he regained his Prussian personality. Harshly he ordered. "Do it correctly, sir. Go fast. Grip it tightly. I must discharge."
I didn't like the position of being a masturbating machine for this nervy German, but I was caught up in his passion and my own prick was at the verge of shooting.
I slid back and forth over the rigid cock. He was almost yodeling in pleasure but to my surprise he didn't go into orgasm. Suddenly I realized why as he lifted his full legs and put each on top of my legs. This exposed his arse opening that was wide open.
I rubbed the pink pucked lips. Yes, that was why he wanted. His crowing got louder. I shoved a finger in roughly and he jumped slightly then pushed himself only that finger.
There we were. I wanking him and finger fucking him at the same time. He was hyperventilating so hard I thought he might faint but then I felt a strong flutter in his passage. His body began still and with a guttural shout he began pulsing sticky milk all over my hand and upper thighs. He shook and moaned and choked and cried out until his big balls were empty.
Then he jumped off me and stood at attention. "You excellency, I hope I will not have ruined my chances of being considered for the guards. I apologize, sir."
"No boy, you are well fitted for service requirements of the guards.
We both dressed. He still red faced. Then he left.
The guard outside poked his head in the door. "Doctor, no more applicants. Do you think I might get tested. The men tell me that it was an excellent experience.
I looked him over. He was not of any of the main types of physique, being a bit on the heavy side, but his luminous complection was intriguing as was the enormous bulge in his trousers that he kept feeling up.
"Close the door. Strip!" I ordered. "I plan to fuck you silly. Do you want it?"
His eyes closed involuntarily and his hands shook as he rushed to undress. "Oh sir, make me whimper with lust."
"I shall try and use all my medical knowledge."
I lifted the lad's heavy hairy legs. He almost cried with gratitude. As I slowly entered him thrilled by his heavy precum starting I thought about tomorrow, tomorrow when there will be a new crop of hopeful inductees.
End of Story