My Brother-In-Law

I ducked into the tent right behind Jack Willis who was already shedding his jacket before it soaked into his shirt. I wasn't so lucky; I hadn't worn a jacket and my shirt was soaked.

"When the hell is this going to let up," he growled as he shook the jacket off and hung it up.

"When every goddamned artillery piece and every tank is stuck, that's when," one of the other guys said.

I walked back to my bunk, the last in the row of six bunks in the twelve man tent, peeling off my shirt.

"How the hell did you manage to stay so dry, Campbell," I asked the guy who had spoken up, for he was stretched out on his bunk in dry fatigues and I didn't see any wet ones hanging up.

"I got a fuck-off day," he said as he picked up a magazine.

"And who the hell are you fucking to earn a fuck-off day?" Jack asked.

"Not who he's fucking...who's fucking him," I said.

"Don't you wish," Campbell said. "Hey, you got mail."

"Where?"

"I put it under your pillow," he said.

I finished stripping down and grabbed a towel out of my locker and dried off then sat on my bunk to open the letter. I felt a little twinge when I saw it was from Josh, my brother-in-law, and I laid it aside and pulled on a pair of shorts and pants because I felt a tingling in my loins. It was the first I'd heard from him since the wedding. He sent little messages through Linda, but he hadn't written to me himself. My hands were a little shaky as I opened it. I remembered he'd asked Linda to ask me if my mail was censored.

Hey Brother-in-law,

Greetings from the USA to Germany. I thought it was about time I wrote to you, but I wanted to find out first if your mail was censored. Since it isn't, I guess I can write anything I want, right? And what I want to say is, first, that everything is going fine with me and Linda. I gave her the time she needed and she has "taken" to me quite well after a lot of patience. I won't say how long, but suffice to say it was worth the wait. I hope you don't mind that I'm talking about your sister like this, but we did have similar conversations before I married her, didn't we. I will say, though, that nothing has surpassed the night before the wedding. But it doesn't have to. I love her more every day.

I know you probably won't be able to keep this letter. That's okay; once it's said, you don't need it. You can't un-ring a bell, you will remember enough of what I write. Things like, fucking you was the most awesome thing I've ever experienced sexually. It never crossed my mind, and I never imagined another guy could be so sexy as you were that night. There was sex in the air in that room. (Wonder how much air freshener they had to use to get it out). It boggles my mind that it entered my head to kiss another guy, but it just seemed right.

I can't tell you how much your body turned me on...as much as Linda's, quite honestly...and that surprised the hell out of me. I'd never even thought of a guy's body being a turn on. Hey, I told you I would be making the comparisons; can't help it, so get used to it. I don't regret anything we did. Do you? I would do it again, in a heartbeat. Would you if we had the chance? (It's a hell of a time to be admitting this but I gotta wonder if I might be bi).

Josh

I sat there, numbed, except that my cock was coming to life in my shorts. I couldn't believe he would write the things he did, and I was already trying to figure out what to do with the letter. Obviously, I had to get rid of it right away. I read it again, more slowly this time, absorbing every word into my brain before I would destroy the words. When I was finished the second time I closed my eyes for a moment as if to burn the images of the words into my brain.

"Can I borrow your lighter?" I asked Campbell.

"You taken up smoking?" he asked, as he dug it out of his pocket and tossed it at me.

I snatched it out of the air. "No, I wanta burn a letter," I said.

"Dear John?" he asked, peering around his magazine.

"I wish it was. I told her not to write, but she keeps bugging me." I lit the edge of the page and held it till it burned down to my fingers then dropped it and let it turn to ash then stomped it out. I immediately wished I'd read it one more time. But I quickly shrugged it off and began to think of how I would reply. I couldn't respond in kind; I didn't know if Linda read his mail. I didn't know what I would say.

Jack Willis was dried off and stretched out on his bunk, naked as usual, flipping through a Playboy magazine.

"How the hell do you read that magazine without getting a hardon? You really do read it for the articles, don't you?" I said.

"Of course, why else would I be reading Playboy?" he replied smartly. "If you get a hardon then you're just looking at the pictures. And that's pretty shallow," he added smugly.

"He takes it to the latrine to look at the pictures so he can jack off," Campbell said of the fresh recruit.

"At least he goes to the latrine, he doesn't whip it up lying in his bunk," I said.

"When was the last time you saw me jacking off in my bunk? When was the last time you saw me jacking off, period?"

It wasn't a question that needed an answer and I ignored him. I looked at my watch. Two hours till chow. I decided to write to Josh. I wrote back in general bull-shit terms about the training, the German girls and the beer, and I threw in, "Is YOUR mail censored....LOL?" I knew he would get my meaning. When I was finished with the letter I stretched out on my bunk and closed my eyes with my hands folded above my head, and thought about Josh and the night we had spent together. I thought about Josh a lot. Which led me to think about Campbell, also a lot, like every time I saw him naked or in his shorts. I needed to be fucked in the worst way, and Brad Campbell was the one I wanted to do it, but there was no way that could happen. My last resort, and the most logical one, would be to go to the Amsterdam; Club Sauna Amsterdam in Frankfurt.

A pass wasn't a problem - we just had to be in, off maneuvers, and be given free time. We had permanent overnight passes. I was torn when we got back in to the barracks and Brad said we needed to go out together. Damn, I wanted to be with him in the worst way but I knew it would be only a night of drinking and whoring around. After getting the letter from Josh, I wanted more than that, and I knew I wouldn't get it from Brad. I told him I had made arrangements for a date when we got back in from the field.

I took the trolley to the Bahnhof and walked to the river Main and crossed Friedensbrücke Bridge. I knew the way although I'd never been there before. The Amsterdam wasn't a place where American GIs openly and knowingly hung out. I'd heard that the MPs were known to watch the place from time to time, and it wasn't a good idea to be seen going in or coming out of the place. But I'd also heard that a lot of GIs frequented the place anyway so I figured it must not be all that risky, and it must be worth the risk. I walked down Stresemannallee across the Kennedyallee and on to Waidmannstrase. In the distance I could see the light above the door at number thirty-one.

I gave a quick look around and went inside and registered, taking a room for the night. I was given the key, a towel and a remote. I made my way down the dim corridor to the room and let myself in. It was small, but decent. I wouldn't be sleeping much anyway. I stripped down and wrapped the towel around my waist and started to leave but then took the towel off and folded it in half, long ways. I liked the way it fit around me that way a lot better, covering the bare essentials and showing off my muscular thighs, hoping it would have a good effect. Little did I know...

I left the room and went exploring. I found the bistro, a lounge with comfortable black couches, the dry sauna and the steam room, as well as the showers and the whirlpool. I took a quick shower and decided to try the whirlpool first, to get my body ready for the steam room. The whirlpool felt good. I submerged myself up to my neck and shoulders with my arms stretched out along the edge and let my lower body float with the powerful jettisons. I closed my eyes and laid my head back. I felt the tension flowing out of me. It was wonderful. I thought about getting a massage but wasn't sure I had enough money.

"How's the water?"

I opened my eyes to see another guy hanging up his towel; he was obviously another GI. "Water's fine," I said, taking in the sight of his body.

He was tall, over six feet, with thick, dark hair, built with muscles that rippled when he moved. He was just hairy enough to appear masculine, not apish, a nice glint of sun-bleached hair on his legs and arms and, I noticed, on his butt and a well groomed mat of hair on his chest and stomach. Even the hair around his cock looked groomed. His cock was definitely a keeper, long and dangly, thick and meaty with a large head. And balls to match. I was already imagining what he might look like hard, and what he might do with it. It was easy to imagine because HE was here at a gay club, same as me. Didn't mean he was gay, I'd heard that some straight GIs came here to get off with a guy.

"You come here often?" he asked as he slipped into the water.

"First time," I said.

"Me too. My name's Jake," he said, putting out his hand.

"Ace," I said. He had a good grip which prompted me to look at his hand. His fingers were long and thick and I was already imagining......

"Ace. That your real name?"

"No, a nickname."

"Think maybe we can find somebody to fuck? You interested in that?" he asked.

I laughed. "You don't mince words, do you?"

"Mincing words don't get you anywhere. You got a room?"

"Yes."

"I just got a locker," he said.

"We can use my room, if we find somebody," I said.

"Great! I'll go have a look around," he said, rising up out of the water. He looked like a god with the water sheeting down his tanned muscles.

I suddenly had pangs of panic. I didn't want him to go looking and find someone. I wanted him. And if he went looking he might find somebody with a room and not come back to get me.

"Listen...Jake...we...uhhh...." I looked up at the man, standing nearly over me, his big cock dangling loosely from the warm water. "You, uh...don't have to go looking," I said. I had to push the words out of my mouth but I couldn't bear the thought of losing this stud and a good fuck to someone else.

"Oh?" He hesitated mid motion then eased back down in the water.

"Yeah, what you're wanting is right here. If you're interested," I said and forced myself to meet his eyes.

"Oh, really!" he said with a broad smile. "Damn, you could've fooled me."

"You said mincing words don't get you anywhere," I reminded him.

"Fuck, yeah, I'm interested. Now?"

"Sure," I said.

He shoved himself up and got out of the water. I shoved myself up out of the water and took his hand; he pulled me out. "Damn, you've got an awesome ass," he said as I reached for my towel.

"So do you," I said.

"But it's off limits," he said.

"That don't make you a bad guy," I said.

I led the way up to my room with Jake close behind. Neither of us wore our towels, and several times he reached out and touched my butt.

"Fuck, I can't wait to get into that," he said as I was unlocking my door.

He was all over me before we even got in the room, and when I started to close the door he put his foot out.

"Leave it open. I like an audience, if you don't care."

I didn't care. I was surprised how he was all over me, kissing me on the neck and chest and sucking my tits, and kissing down my abs. I thought for a minute he was going to go down on me, but he stopped short and turned me around.

I turned around and bent over the bunk, hoping he would do something. Anything, really. Just his touch had me fucking hard and ready for more but I hoped he wasn't one of those guys who was just going to try and fuck me without any warm-up.

"Fuck, this looks good enough to eat," he said as he squeezed my butt. He played with my butt for a moment longer, pulling it apart, while I stood there in a state of disbelief, wondering if he really was going to eat my ass. I couldn't imagine it but it sure sounded like he was going to. Then he said, "Oh, man, I don't ever do this," and with that he buried his face in my ass.

Jake was hungry for sex. He acted almost desperate. I was thinking what-the-fuck about the rimming but he was there to fuck and he'd found a willing ass he wanted to fuck. I bent over the bed with my legs spread wide and relished every lap of his tongue. I was surprised again when he pulled my hole open and drove his tongue up inside me. I had to wonder how often he "never did this." I reached over and got the lube off the shelf, to be ready, because I knew he wasn't going to devote a whole of time to rimming me. When he stood up I handed him the lube.

"Fuck, yeah, you're as anxious as I am."

"I'm overdue," I said. As he lubed up my ass I glanced over my shoulder to get a look at his cock, hard, and saw two guys at the door. He had his audience like he'd wanted. His cock was a shower and a grower. I had seen the potential down at the wet area, now I was seeing that potential realized. "Wow. This is going to be good," I said as he drizzled some lube on his cock.

"You like that, huh?" he said.

"I have a feeling I'm going to love it," I said.

"I'll do my best," he said. He didn't waste any time. Lubing up my ass was foreplay for him. Well, it was for me, too. I was hot just looking at him. He set the head of his cock firmly against my hole and applied pressure. The muscles in my ass gradually gave way under the pressure and he slipped inside me. Not just in, but all the way in. In one fluid motion, he buried his cock and I could feel his pubes rubbing against my spread ass. It was a beautiful entry. I was so ready and wanting that I barely noticed the little bit of pain he caused.

"Ohh, Sweet," he murmured as he twisted his hips around.

"Awww, fuckin' sweet," I agreed as his cock lobbed around inside me. "Ohh, Geezuss....Ohhh, man, that's good."

"You ain't seen good yet, Ace," he said. "I'll show you good."

I liked his confidence. He was no brag; he backed up his words with every stroke. His big cock sliding in and out of me was so what I needed. I almost teared up, it was so good, and tried to keep from squealing with pleasure. I tried to respond with my hips but he was in charge, and every move I started to make, he anticipated me and he made it. He fucked me. He needed no help from me. So I just stayed bent over the bunk, hugging the pillow to my chest, and enjoyed him, his cock and his talents.

One of the other guys had moved to the side of him, the other stood behind him.

"Huh-uh, that ain't gonna happen," Jake said, I had to assume in response to the guy who thought he might try to fuck him. The guy moved up to the other side of Jake.

I reached back for one of their cocks and they took it as an invitation to climb up on the bunk on either side of me. I took that as an invitation to suck their cocks.

It was a wild, hot time. I was in heaven, getting the best sex I'd had since the night with Josh. Neither of the guys I was sucking would let me get them off, pushing me off one cock and onto the other as they each got close. The more I got into it the easier it became to take those German cocks deep. They swapped their places in my mouth and throat frequently to keep from cumming. I would find out why when Jake was done with me.

Jake was like a young stallion. He started out like one and he literally rode me like a mare the whole time, snorting and moaning and making loud smacking noises with his loins against my backside. He was definitely a power fucker and I had to smile at how the girls he fucked must feel when he was doing this to them. When he came I thought he was going to ram my head through the wall. I had to pull off the cock I was sucking and lean my shoulder against the wall to take the impact. He was a stallion in that way too; I could feel his cum shooting deep inside me, warming me all through. I half wished I could've had his load in my mouth, but you can't have everything. When he was drained he collapsed on top of me. His sweaty muscles felt good bearing down on me. The other two guys knelt back from me, waiting on him to finish with me.

"Holy fuck, I didn't realize I needed that so bad," he said as he pushed himself up.

"So did I," I said.

"I'm going to hit the shower then the steam room," he said as he was pulling out. "I'll be good for another round if you are."

"Come back later, then," I said.

When he was gone the other two guys took over.

"I hope we can work another round in before he comes back," one said with a heavy accent as he reached over and closed the door.

"Yeah, but I need to lay down. He left me weak in the knees."

"Ja, I can see how he could do that. He was like a machine."

I stretched out on my back and one of the guys brought my legs up. I was going to get fucked again.

Neither one of them matched Jack but they were good. When both guys were finished, I closed the door and dimmed the light and dozed off to sleep. It was a lot of sex crammed into that short period of time and I was exhausted. I hadn't cum but my ass was humming and my cock was hard but not stiff. I considered jerking out a load but decided to save it in case Jake came back.

I was awakened by a light tap on the door. I leaned across and opened it. It was Jake.

"Oh, did I wake you?"

"I was just dozing."

"You said to come back."

"I need to shower first. I was too tired when those other two guys left."

"Did they both nail you?" he asked, grinning.

"Not like you did," I said. I got up and grabbed my towel and we went down to the showers.

I was surprised when Jake washed my back, but he stopped short of my butt. Still, it was something for a straight guy. I decided to try the aggressive role.

"When we get back to the room, I want to rim you," I said.

"Fuck, yeah, that'd be awesome."

"Then I want to sixty nine."

That stopped him in his tracks.

"I don't know about that," he said. "I thought we were going to fuck again."

"You can fuck me till my pass runs out," I said.

"I'll have to think about it, I was never very good at math," he joked. "You're not making that a condition, are you; we sixty nine or I don't get to fuck you again?"

"No. I just thought I would give you something to think about. Cause I think you might like it."

He scowled at me. "What makes you think that?"

"Well, for one thing, you're in this place."

"I'm here for the sex," he said.

"You're here for sex with guys. There are no women around."

"Okay, yeah, I am. You know why? Because it's more fuckin' convenient. A guy can walk in here and have a half dozen guys all over him in the first five minutes. I mean, my cock don't know the difference between an ass and a pussy, or a warm throat."

"And you rimmed me," I reminded him.

"That was on the same level as eating pussy, for me. And man, you've got the finest ass I've ever seen. It just got the best of me. But that don't mean I....."

I stopped him by holding up my hand with about three inches measured between my thumb and forefinger. "You were only that far from my cock when you were rimming me," I said. "If rimming my ass won't make you gay, sucking my cock won't make you gay. You're here for sex, like everybody else, so let's have sex."

"Damn, where do you get your logic?" he said, laughing. "Okay, Ace, you got it, we'll sixty nine. Be the first damn time I ever did it but what the hell."

On the way back to my room Jake was laughing about his decision. "This is going to be real interesting, to see if I do like it, cause I never sucked a cock before in my life."

"You never rimmed before, either. How'd you like doing that?"

"It wasn't so bad, really. Hell, I gotta admit, I sort of liked doing it."

I unlocked the door and let us in.

"How do you wanta do it, side by side, or one on top?" he asked.

"I think you might be more comfortable side by side starting out," I said. "You can do one on top after you decide you like it and wanta get serious about it."

"How is it more serious with one on top?"

"Well, if I'm on top, you deep throat," I said.

"Oh. I see." For the first time the cocky GI seemed a little uncertain as he considered what I'd just said. Not so much about sucking my cock but about me fucking his face.

We got on the bed and I lay my head on his thigh and started sucking his balls. He moaned softly and maneuvered into closer position with his head on my thigh. I felt his hot breath for a full minute, like a visual exploration, before I felt his tongue wash over the head of my cock. I wondered how he liked his first taste of precum, because I was pumping it out copiously. He licked it off then gave my entire cock a tongue bath and he was good at it, like he wanted to please. But I thought he was stalling, and I half expected him to chicken out. It wouldn't have bothered me if he did. I was happy with anything the guy wanted to give me. But suddenly my cock was engulfed in the wet warmth of his mouth, and he took enough of me that the head was pressing against his throat.

"Ohhh, fuck," I moaned softly into his crotch.

"Is that good?" he asked, stroking my cock

"Very. But you just need a little practice," I joked.

He went back down and started sucking, again, like he wanted to make it good for me. After several minutes I noticed a new enthusiasm, like he wasn't doing it just for me. I thought he was enjoying it for himself. He was slurping and I don't know if he even realized it, he was moaning softly and contentedly.

He rose up, stroking my cock and I could hear him catching his breath. "Fuck, man, this ain't so bad after all," he said.

"Not bad at all from this end," I said.

"Am I doing it right?" he asked.

"I'm beginning to doubt this is your first time," I chided him.

"It is," he said, licking my cockhead and making my gut clench.

"Damn, I believe you," I said. "Big question is, will it be your last?"

"I don't know. I'm not going to say it will be. But I'm not planning to make a habit of it."

"Just so you know, if you find yourself getting addicted to it, that means you're gay," I joked.

"No it doesn't. Gay means you don't like women. I love women and I'm not signing off of pussy any time soon."

"Listen, you are really good, Jake," I told him. Wanting him to know that I really meant it.

He laughed. "I would say thanks, but that would be acknowledging that I'm a pretty good cocksucker."

"You had me close already a couple of times. I don't think you wanta try taking my load, do you?"

"No."

I handed him my towel. "You can spit it out."

"Uhhh, no, I meant I don't want you to cum in my mouth. You can cum in the towel."

"At least let me cum on your face, or your chest," I said.

"I'll aim it away from my mouth, and see where it goes," he said. He was being a good sport about it.

I didn't bother telling him that he was going to get hosed down. We had a nice, long sixty nine and I think Jake enjoyed it as much as I did. He played a tune of tiny whimpers and moans as he slid his mouth back and forth on my cock. Most of the times he was meeting my gentle thrusts as I fucked his mouth. I had the idea that I wouldn't warn him when I was ready to go off then apologize for cumming in his mouth. But I didn't want to piss him off and ruin things; I wanted to spend some time with the guy. I wanted him to fuck me again. When I was getting close I reached down and put my hand on his head, ready to push him away from my cock. I gave him a few more strokes that he welcomed then suddenly he got off of it.

"Are you getting close?" he asked.

"Yeah, you better stay off of my cock," I told him.

He did, and he didn't. The pause in action and the exchange of words backed me off a little and I had to work it up again. He started licking my cock in between hand strokes and a couple of times he capped the head with his mouth and slurped it good. The third time he did that I told him he better stay off of it. But it was a couple more minutes and he took it in his mouth again, I think in an attempt to try to work me up. I was getting close. Very close. I started to warn him again and even had my hand poised to push his head away but I thought, fuck it, I had warned him twice. He was the one taking his chances. I let go.

He choked with surprise...."UUNNGGHHH!" but instead of getting off of my cock, for some dumb reason he held on and gave it even rougher attention. Then suddenly he got off and I sprayed him.

"Holy Fuck!...Shit!.....Fuck, man, where the fuck is it all coming from!" he gasped as he tried to aim the spurts away from his face.

I pretty much white washed his face and his upper body, shoulders, chest and neck. Meanwhile I kept sucking his cock, trying to get him off. I didn't think he even knew he was close till he started coming in my mouth. I kept a lip lock around his cock and swallowed every drop after I swirled it around in my mouth to get the taste of him first. We lay back, side by side, breathing hard.

"What the hell was that? Somebody turned a fire hose on me," he said, laughing as he was wiping his tongue off with the towel; he had gotten some in his mouth after all.

"Well, if you learn to swallow, you won't have that mess," I said, chuckling.

He slammed his fist into my stomach but not hard enough to really hurt me.

Jake cleaned the cum off with a towel then we went back to the showers.

"I hope you're ready when we get back to your room, cause I'm gonna fuck your eyeballs out," he said.

"Damn, it sounds like you're gunning for me," I said, laughing. "Hey, I warned you twice."

Jake fucked me again, with an audience again, but he really did damn near fuck my brains out and when he was finally finished with my poor ass I was too tired to take on any more. He'd managed to even make me cum again. The guys waiting outside were disappointed but without even showering, I closed my door and slept again.

Sometime in the wee hours I woke up. The room smelled like sex. Stale sex. So did I. I fanned the door a few times then went down to shower. It was late and I was alone in the shower, and in the Jacuzzi, and in the steam room. It was kind of nice, and I thought of Josh. I wished I could bring him here.

I heard the door open and felt the short draft of cool air sweep into the steam room. A moment later a huge black guy came around the partition with a towel around his waist. He stood with his back against the partition, his arms at his sides. He had huge arms attached to shoulders the size of soccer balls. He looked like he was wearing an armor plate, he was that chiseled. His thighs sticking out from under the towel were like tree trunks. His massiveness was nearly overwhelming.

I was lying back on the top tier, my eyes closed to slits so I hoped he couldn't tell that I was ogling him. The shower and the Jacuzzi, and now his entrance rejuvenated me. I wanted to have sex with this big stud, I think more than I ever wanted sex since Josh. But I was half afraid to make a move. He was so damned intimidating. I lay there pondering. If someone else came into the steam room I might lose the chance. I wondered if he might follow me out and up to my room. I decided that was my best and safest ploy; leave it up to him to make the first move.

I rose up, swiping the sweat from my body. "Damn, the steam is thick, I need some fresh air," I said as I scooted down the other tiers.

"Feels good to me," he said in a voice that almost rumbled in his abdomen.

Just as I was about to leave I felt his big hand around my arm; not rough, just gently stopping me.

"Get some fresh air, then come back," he said. It wasn't a command or an order; it was more like he was asking.

"Yeah," I said, barely able to get even that one word out, and my knees were suddenly weak. I exited the steam room and stood beside the door, sucking in deep breaths of cool air. There was still no one around but I didn't linger. I went back inside. As I moved around the partition, he took me by the arm again and pulled me against him and started kissing me.

For the first half minute it was him kissing me because I was too dumb founded to respond. But I finally did and it was fucking intense. He had the fullest, strongest lips, and he moved them so sensually against mine and then I felt his tongue. I relaxed my mouth and his tongue was like a soft, firm, sponge that he used to wash the inside of my mouth and my tongue. I whimpered helplessly. I didn't know what this big stud had over me but I felt like a young little virgin in his presence.

His body was like warm rock, his muscles sliding against me sensually. I ran my hands all over his wide shoulders and strong back, feeling his smooth skin. I tried to grip his biceps but found them to wide and round for my hands. I could feel the protuberance under his towel and pressed against it when he reached around and clamped his big hands around my butt.

"You can take my towel off if you want," he said.

His voice reverberated against my chest. I muttered a whispered "Yesss" and reached between us to loosen his towel. It came loose and he took it from me and laid it over the top of the partition.

I gasped when I felt the newly released, warm flesh against my thigh. "My Godd!" I gasped. I wasn't sure if it was his cock or a third leg. I reached down to confirm that it was indeed his cock while my eyes stayed locked on his. "Holy Shit!" I choked as I explored the thick rubbery meat that was hanging between us. I say thick; I couldn't encompass it with my hand, and exploring further, both of my hands couldn't hold it. I felt and heard him chuckle softly as my hands roamed over his manhood, a knowing smugness in his dark eyes.

"Bet you thought it was a myth didn't you?" he said.

"I will never doubt it again. Godd, how big are you?"

"I hate to say, sometimes hearing it scares guys off," he said.

"I'm not scared. Well, maybe a little, but I'm not going to run away."

"Thirteen and a half inches standing at full mast," he said.

I swallowed hard, trying to visual a cock that size. I had it in my hand but I couldn't imagine any man being that big. I was big; he was huge!

"Get down there and have a look if you want," he said. He eased me away from him and back onto the first tier.

I sat down and he stepped up in front of me and I was face to face with the biggest cock I had ever seen, or even imagined. He held it out to me across the palm of his hand. It lolled over his hand in a long arch, not yet hard, but far from soft. It had a rubbery texture to it. I sat there and just stared.

"You don't need to be afraid to touch it, it ain't gonna bite. It might spit at you, but it won't bite," he joked, waving it right in my face.

I think my hands were shaking as I wrapped them around the monster cock. I don't mean monster in a bad way. Monster, as in size. The head was the size of a baseball, and I could feel the bulging veins up and down the shaft. I hefted his balls in one hand and was pleasantly surprised to find them smooth as silk. They were big and heavy. I felt all around and found that he was shaved smooth.

I leaned in and licked the head and lapped up his precum with the saltiness of sweat from the heavy steam. I opened my mouth wide and folded my lips around the head like a glove. I wasn't able to take much more than the head. I started sucking him but it was more just doing lips service and tongue to the head of his cock.

"Most guys can't handle it in their mouth," he said, as he brushed his hand lightly over my hair.

I didn't doubt that for a minute. There was also little doubt by his tone how he thought I could handle him, and my asshole tightened at the thought.

He didn't waste much time with my pitiful attempt to give him head. He cupped his hands under my arms and lifted me up and told me to turn around. I didn't argue or resist. I wasn't afraid of him; I was putty in his hands. He pushed on my shoulders to bend me over and pressed his hand into the small of my back.

"Arch your back."

I did and my butt jutted out for him. I set my feet wide apart. I heard him spit then felt his long thick fingers working it into my ass. I groaned; his fingers were like some cocks I'd had. Then I felt the heat of his cock against my asshole.

"This ain't gonna hurt," he said in a soothing tone.

I thought, yeah right, easy for him to say. I braced myself. I didn't really care if it did hurt; I wanted this big cock buried all the way inside me. I wanted to see what thirteen and a half inches of black cock felt like. He wasn't brutal but he entered me with no pause or hesitation. The baseball sized head of his cock burst through my hole and he kept right on going. I didn't have a chance to decide if it hurt or how bad, I was so focused on being impaled on the huge hunk of black meat invading me where no other had ever gone. Part way in--I didn't know how far--I did feel like a virgin again. Further in, as he opened up new territory and buried his cock God only knew were, I was a virgin, and I knew I would never have this feeling of virginity again. I was amazed to realize that it indeed did not hurt. All I felt was a sort of pressure from being so stuffed with cockmeat.

When he was deeply lodged all the way in me he held still for a moment. I wanted to tell him he didn't have to wait till I got used to it, but I thought he might be relishing the feeling himself. He'd said his cock scared guys off and of those who didn't run away in fear, how many of them couldn't take him all the way?

"You've sure got a sweet ass," he said as he slowly pulled back.

"You've got a big cock," I said.

"Not too big. It didn't hurt, did it?"

"I don't know how you did it, but no, it didn't hurt. It felt wonderful."

"You don't know what wonderful feels like yet," he said. "Hold on to the bench." I did as he said and swore I could feel his cock swelling and growing harder in my chute, stretching it tighter around his monster ass-splitter.

It felt almost as good having his cock pulled back through my guts, the thick head scraping softly against the tender lining. When my asshole locked tightly around the head he shoved back in. With the pathway opened up, he began fucking me.

I thought I'd gotten all of Jake's load out of me but he must've tapped a reserve as I could feel it coming out around the black cock and sliding down my balls. I moaned and whimpered with pleasure. The other guys in total couldn't match this man. His depth was truly amazing. I felt like I was in a fog, with lust and pleasure floating all around me, encompassing me. He was causing pleasure beyond my comprehension. He was fucking my soul with slow and steady strokes.

"I'm not going to care if somebody walks in, I'm not gonna stop," he said.

"I don't care either if they wanta watch," I said.

"There's streaks of cum on my cock. I'm not the first guy who's fucked you tonight?" he asked but it wasn't really a question.

"Yeah," I moaned. I didn't even think of how slutty the admission sounded. All I could think of, feel, was his cock moving in and out of me.

"How many guys got a taste of this tight ass?" he asked. He didn't even sound winded.

"Three... but none of them felt like this... felt like you," I told him.

"If they were here I'd thank `em for lubing you up, getting you wet." I moaned as he finished speaking because he'd pushed in to the very hilt and ground his hips against my ass.

"I can feel you in my guts," I told him and pushed back against the barricade of his beefy thighs.

"I think you're ready for some real fucking, guy." He let loose a deep rumbling laugh as I quaked with excitement at his promise of `real fucking'. What the hell had he been doing? I couldn't wait to find out.

I don't really know how long he fucked me. Only that it was the wee hours of the morning when I came into the steam room and when I came out, staggering, the sun was shining on the pool outside. He fucked me standing up with my body pressed against the partition. He fucked me lying on my back on the top tier. He stretched out on the top tier and I rode him. He sat on the bottom tier and I sat on him. By that time others had come in, most of those positions I had a cock in my mouth as well. He finished me up with the final, wonderful humiliation. I was sitting on his lap riding up and down on his cock. He took me by the shoulders and eased me backwards. Way back, till I grabbed hold of his arms.

"Let yourself go. Trust me," he said.

I did, and he laid me back till my head and shoulders were on the floor, my butt resting against the bottom tier. Then he rose up and began fucking me straight down. I loved the position, the feeling of total submission and helplessness. A young guy standing against the partition knelt down to feed me his cock which I took eagerly. Moments later another muscular guy eased him away and sat on my face. I rimmed his ass eagerly.

I was only vaguely aware of the buildup inside me till it began to sweep over me.

"Ohhh...ohhh, I'm cumming!" I moaned.

I didn't think it could get any better but the man proved me wrong. He stood and swung one leg around and straddled my crotch to finish fucking me. I squealed and whimpered with total pleasure and delight as my climax overtook and fried my senses. I might have screamed when I came; I'm sure I cried out. It was almost frightening, it was so good. At the last minute, he pulled up and I slid the rest of the way across the floor. He squatted down on his powerful haunches and jacked his cock with both hands till he shot all over my face. I didn't black out but I didn't have my full senses about me. I just lay there, whimpering, wondering what the hell had just happened to me, wondering how anything could be so incredibly wonderful. The next thing I knew I was being lifted up off the floor, effortlessly, in the man's huge arms. He stood me on my feet and steadied me.

"Can you make it to the shower?" he asked.

I nodded. I barely did. My legs were shaking so bad I stumbled to the shower.

In my room, I collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. I was awakened again by the announcement that the shower and the wet area would be closing for cleaning. I didn't need the shower but I needed to get back. I walked out of the Amsterdam conspicuously bowlegged but more satisfied than I'd been since the night before my sister's wedding.

I got a reply from Josh...usual family stuff, but with one critical twist..."No, my mail will not be censored. Note the PO Box. I got it after you asked me if my mail was censored, figured you had some things you wanted to say to me."

I wrote back right away.

Josh,

I'm glad we can have private communications. I burned your letter right after I read it, and you need to do the same. The PO Box is a great idea. I'm glad all is well with you and Linda. I knew it would be. I knew you would be a man about it, not an animal. And I'll bet she is enjoying you tremendously. It's okay to talk about you and Linda with me. She's my sister, but she is also your wife.

I'm quite flattered to hear you say that nothing so far has surpassed the night before your wedding. Maybe I shouldn't be, but I am. We must never tell Linda, though. So fucking me was awesome. Well, it was. I think of it often. Glad you liked the kissing part, and happy that it seemed right for you. It sure felt right to me.

No, Josh, I don't regret anything we did, and I would do it again in a heartbeat. I have wondered if you would, now that you've had time to settle into married life, but don't be making life decisions yet, about being bi. Does this mean we can have a repeat performance when I get home on leave again? Damn, I hope so.

There is a downside to all of this. You started a fire in me that I can't put out. To put it plainly, my ass twitches every time I think about you. I live in this twelve man tent with eight other guys and there is this one guy named Campbell who is hot as hell. He lays around naked, and I usually have to get up and leave the tent. I have tried to come up with something to say to him to get something started, but it's just too risky.

But I have gone to a place in downtown Frankfurt called the Club Sauna Amsterdam. I think it's one of a chain of gay bath houses across Europe. Yeah, that's risky too, but there are a LOT of GIs who go there. I met this stud named Jake my first time there. He's tall and lean and mean and hung (not hung like you, though), and he was there to have a good time. He's straight but he was there to fuck. He fucked my brains out. Not as good as you, but he'll do in a pinch. He left the door to my room open and two other guys came in. They wanted to fuck him but he's straight. So they fucked me instead. It put the fire out, but only for a while. I was ready again when I woke up in the wee hours of the morning, went down to shower then went into the steam room. This huge black guy came in. He was there to fuck, no mistake about it. Josh, he had the biggest cock I've ever seen. He said it was thirteen and a half inches. I know that sounds hard to believe, but believe it! I felt all thirteen and a half inches of it, for fuck, it must have been two hours. But I can already feel things heating up again. Damn, I wish you were here. Or I was there.

Ace

We were back in the field and it was raining again. It was rain, mud, slush and more rain the whole fuckin' time we were out in the field. But there were only two more days to go then we would be back in the warm, dry of the barracks. Actually, I was getting used to the rain, and I sort of liked lying in my bunk, listening to it pepper down in dull staccato on the tent. Suddenly I wanted to be out in it.

"Fuck this," I said, as I got up from my bunk and headed for the opening of the tent.

"Where're you going?"

"If it's going to rain, we should be enjoying it, not bitching about it," I said, and I walked out into the downpour. It felt great. More than invigorating; there was something sensual about being out in it stark naked.

"Hey, man, you can't go running around in the rain like that," Campbell yelled from the doorway.

"Why not?" I yelled over my shoulder.

"I don't know, but there's probably some rule about it."

"Well, somebody's gonna get wet trying to enforce it," I said, and I walked away into the very wet evening.

"Fuck it." It was Campbell running up beside me. He was already naked on his bunk and he hadn't bothered to put anything on. "Hell, I feel like a kid again," he said, laughing. "I used to do this with my brothers when we were growing up."

We walked together in the downpour, heading nowhere in particular except away from the bivouac area.

"Where're we going?" he asked.

"I don't know. Back in the woods," I said.

"Well, there's no lightning, it's just a steady downpour, it'll be safe back there in the trees," he said.

Suddenly, it hit me what an opportunity had been created. I was walking naked in the rain, in the dark of the early evening, with the stud I wanted to have sex with and he was naked too. We walked well into the woods before I stopped and just stood there letting the rain pour down on me and run off my naked body. Something about being there in the forest and the rain without any clothes made me feel wild and free like a primitive man; and daring.

Campbell stood only a couple of feet from me, laughing like a kid. Suddenly I felt courageous. He was standing right in front of a tree, his face skyward now, his eyes closed. With a sudden burst of courage, I moved on him. I stepped closer and laid my forearm across his bare chest. He snapped his eyes open as I pushed him back against the tree and his mouth flew open as I reached for his cock with my other hand.

"Hey! What the fuck...!" he blurted out but I silenced him, made him swallow his words, with my mouth clamped tightly over his in a hard kiss. He struggled at first but then I felt him begin to relax, his mouth and his body, all except his cock. His cock wasn't relaxed; it was growing in my hand.

"Don't tell me you don't want this, your cock says otherwise," I said. I smiled. "And you're not fighting me."

"I just wanta know what the fuck we're doing out here?" he said. He sounded truly bewildered.

"I'll show you."

"Oh, fuck," he whispered loudly as I went down on my haunches. He said it again, not in a whisper, when I took his cock in my mouth.

It didn't take him long to realize what we were doing out there in the rain. He put his hands on my head and began fucking my face. At first he wasn't fully hard even though it took me a moment to realize it as it grew long and thick between my lips. I wrapped my hands around his hard butt muscles and pulled him harder to me, forcing his cock into my throat.

"Fuck! You wanta swallow my cock? Can you?"

I swallowed it and guided him to fucking deep into my throat. He was big and I had to constantly fight the gag reflex, but I wanted him to make this good for himself and remember what I was sure was his first blowjob. After several minutes I reared back and tilted my face up into the downpour.

"When was your last piece of ass?" I asked.

"Oh, fuck, it's been over two weeks," he said.

I looked at his cock, my hand softly stroking over its spit-wet length in the dusky light. Seeing it made me realize just how big it was. "You want some ass?" I asked and looked back up to his face.

He looked down at me with a blank stare before it soaked in. "Oh, Geezuss, what're you saying? Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"I'm asking, do you want some ass?"

"Ace, if you're fucking with my head......"

"Do you wanta fuck me?" I cut in.

"Shit, yeah!"

"Good, cause that's what we're really doing out here," I said. I stood up and brought up a handful of spit and worked it into my ass. I did it again and used my hand to slick up his cock, hoping the rain wouldn't wash it off. I bent over and leaned my shoulder against a tree.

"Oh, fuck," he said again as he positioned himself behind me. He pulled one side of my butt apart and set the head of his cock between them, against my hole. He hunkered forward but didn't go in.

"You have to shove harder than that," I said.

"Isn't this going to hurt?" he asked.

"Nothing I can't handle. Just shove it in."

He clasped both hands around my hip bones and pulled me back at the same time he shoved forward. The head of his cock burst through my asshole and plunged deep into my guts. Without any attempt to check his entry, he buried his cock to the hilt. I stifled my outcry to a soft groan.

"Oh, my Godd!" he groaned, a lot louder than I did.

He started fucking me. He'd been without too long, and he fucked me like he was desperate. He fucked me hard, just the way I wanted it. It was strange, nature seemed to pick up on what was happening. The rain suddenly came down in torrents. It felt good, and it drowned out our noise.

He must have fucked me for nearly a half hour. The bark on the tree rubbed against my shoulder and I put my hand up for a buffer. I didn't leave it there, though, I kept reaching down for my cock. After several times, Campbell reached around and took hold of my cock.

"I can take care of that for you," he said.

I was totally surprised to feel his big, rough hand around my cock, and moving back and forth. Minutes later he got off in my ass and I wondered if my cock in his hand had anything to do with it. I white washed the tree bark, but the rain washed it off.

Walking back, Campbell was in a state of disbelief.

"Man, I don't believe we just did that," he said.

"I do. It felt good."

"Oh, fuck, it felt great! I'm just wondering if we can do it again."

"I'm up for it any time we get a chance," I said.

"Ohh, fuck, I'm not going to mind field maneuvers at all anymore."

**

"You got another letter from that guy."

"That guy is my brother in law," I said, hoping I didn't sound too defensive and that my voice didn't show the excitement I felt. If I'd known what was in it I couldn't have pulled it off. It was a good thing I was sitting down.

Ace

Great news! I'm coming to Germany! Okay, here's how it came about. The warehouse is handling a huge inventory of books that belongs to various publishers. There is an international book fair in Frankfurt in May and four of the publishers are shipping their books to it. They have put us in charge of getting them there and setting up the displays. Someone clued the boss in that my brother in law is in Germany and he asked if I would like to come along and help out. Hell Yes!

The fair is May 12th thru 16th. I will be there on the 11th to help set up the displays and I'll have to be on hand certain times to restock and whatever else, but my boss said I will have plenty of free time to be with you. So, I hope you can arrange some time off. He understands the military; he said if you can get a two-day or three-day pass, I can have that time off. Honestly, I think he's doing me more of a favor than really needing me. So I want to see some of Germany, and a LOT of you.

I am so excited I can barely write this, and I don't know what else to say.

Josh

PS: Linda is very excited that I am going to get to see you. If she only knew how excited I am.

PSS: I'm not sure I should tell you this but hearing about that place where those guys fucked you got me so horny. I wish I'd been there, too. I fucked Linda three times after I read your letter, and would've been good for one more but she said she was sore. You keep teaching me things about myself, Ace. It wasn't just the idea of that horse hung black guy fucking you but the idea of watching him fuck you really got me going. I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to see your face while you took it, watching your ass stretch out for his cock. Jesus, I'm getting hard here, better go.

I immediately put in for five days leave but I had to settle for a three day pass; May 12th, 13th and 14th. I wrote to Josh.

Josh,

Okay, I've got a three day pass, May 12th, 13th and 14th. Actually, with my permanent pass, I will be free from 1800 hours on the 11th till 0600 hours on the 15th. That will give us Friday night, all day Saturday, Sunday and Monday, to six a.m. Tuesday. You understand though, that passes can be cancelled without reason and without notice.

I got permission from the first sergeant for you to stay in the barracks. Sorry, we don't have guest rooms with spare bunks, you'll have to use a sleeping bag and a field cot. He also issued a visitor's meal pass so you can eat in the mess hall. You will be able to get a taste of army life. I will have an itinerary worked up for when you get here. I want to show you all I can, of Germany and.......

We will probably stay in the barracks only one or two nights, I want to take you around to some of the bars and hangouts in Frankfurt. Then I plan on us doing some traveling, short distance, and there is one place in particular that I want to show you where we will spend one night. Whatever we can work in around your work schedule.

Ace

It was about 1730 hours when I got called to the orderly room to take a phone call. It was the front gate; there was a civilian there to see me, said he was my brother in law.

I couldn't resist it. I said in a very serious tone, "Uhhh...I don't have a brother in law." I heard the guard ask Josh his name, then he asked me if I knew somebody by that name. "Sorry, no, I never heard of him. I don't even know anybody named Josh."

"Sorry, he said he doesn't have a brother in law and he doesn't know anybody named Josh," I heard the guard say. Then I heard Josh ask for the phone.

"Hey you prick, get your sorry ass down here and get me through the gate."

I started laughing and told him to put the guard back on the phone.

"Here's what I want you to do. Call the MPs and have them come and pick him up like they're bringing him in to the barracks, but have them take him to the stockade. I'll go down there and bail him out."

"Yes, sir."

I stood at my window on the fourth floor where I could see it all unfold. The MPs occupied the other three floors of the barracks. A few minutes went by and I saw the MP's Jeep coming down the street, make a right turn down past the PX, to the small lockup. I saw them take Josh inside. I waited a few more minutes then went downstairs and walked across the parking lot to the jail. He was behind bars; sitting on a bunk looking bewildered and even a little scared and I thought I might've carried things too far. Till he saw me.

"You son of a bitch. I come all this way and you have me thrown in jail." He was all smiles. The MPs all got a good laugh as they let him out and we hugged.

"Okay, guys, I recognize him now," I told them, and we walked out.

"I can't believe you did that, you prick."

"Couldn't resist it. Hey, you're just in time for chow. We'll go to supply and check out a cot and bedding then go over to the chow hall."

We got Josh set up in my room then walked over to the chow hall. I introduced him to the guys around us and being the type of guy he was, he went over big. He was impressed with the food, which made the guys laugh. He had a good time, but we didn't linger. We had places to go. Back at the barracks I showered and dressed in civvies.

I took him to Meir Gustal's first big beer hall in Frankfurt. Being Friday night, it was crowded and loud. I bought the band a round of drinks so he could lead the band. He went over big. From there we went to King Bar, one of my favorite hangouts. He liked the atmosphere and the band. I tipped Moby Dick, the lead trumpet, to play a couple of Josh's favorite songs. One of them got him a little melancholy for home and Linda.

"Do you think it would be wrong to ask a girl to dance?" he asked.

"Not at all. Linda would trust that you're with me," I said.

He approached a table of three women and asked one of them to dance. She was very obviously delighted, from the way she looked over her shoulder at her friends as he was taking her onto the dance floor. I felt kind of sorry for her, I wanted to tell her she didn't have a chance with the stud. He had a good time with her.

"She's nice," he said when he came back to the table.

"She wants to get you in bed," I said.

"I didn't get that impression."

"Trust me on that. I know German women. You didn't notice that half the women at Meir Gustal's were drooling in their beer." I laughed and punched his arm. "Hell, you're as clueless as you ever were. It's too bad in a way. If you weren't married to my sister I could get you a date."

"Uhh....I've sorta got a date, for later, I hope," he said with a sly grin.

"Don't count on it tonight," I said.

When we got back to the barracks the cot was gone from my room. There was a note on my bunk from my roommate.

"I took the cot. Your brother in law can have my bunk."

"Wow, that's nice of him. That means we've got the room to ourselves," Josh said excitedly.

"Yes, but that's all," I said. "We're not going to take any chances in the barracks." He was disappointed. "Don't get all down in the mouth, I'll take you someplace tomorrow that will more than make up for it."

So we lay in separate bunks and talked much of the rest of the night away. It was good to get a firsthand account of everything going on back home, he'd even brought a few pictures. It beat letters. We both agreed it was difficult, though, to stay in separate bunks, but we had to.

We slept in the next morning. We would get breakfast someplace downtown. I took him down to the first floor to the showers and introduced him to some guys I knew. When we got back to my room guys began coming around to meet him. They thought it was really neat that my brother in law was visiting. We got dressed and took off.

I drove him out to the little village of Bonames to show him our ammo dump, then on up to the Taunus Mountains where we had breakfast of boiled eggs, cheese and sausages and beer.

"Beer for breakfast?"

"You should taste the coffee," I said.

I drove around the countryside and ended up back at the kaserne where I took him to John's to have lunch.

"They serve the best ham and cheese sandwiches on earth right here," I told him.

After lunch we went downtown Frankfurt. I drove around the city, showing him the highlights and the lowlights, that being the underground cathouse.

"Prostitution is legal here, but controlled," I explained. "The girls have to report in for health checkups every month or so and they have to carry a Kenncard to prove they have. But whorehouses are illegal, except places like this. It's the only whorehouse in the city that I know of."

"It looks like bombed out rubble," he said.

"I think that's how they get by with it; it's not really a house. It's just ruins from the war. They operate down in the dungeon rooms."

"Have you ever been there?" he asked.

"Yes, once. I wanted to see what it's like."

As we were leaving that area I said, "Unless you want to scout the night life some more, we can go this little hotel I've got in mind."

He looked at me and smiled. "I've been waiting for you to come up with something like that."

"It's in Offenbach, a little town outside of Frankfurt. If we can get a room. I didn't make a reservation because I wasn't sure what you would want to do or what your work schedule might be."

We drove the short distance in silence, and we were both okay with that. Josh's attention was focused on the scenery. At the hotel I checked us in. I didn't have a reservation so I had to take what they had. It was more expensive than I'd planned but I didn't mind. The place was sort of out of the way and our room was on the third floor with a gabled ceiling, overlooking a garden. It was perfect. When we were settled in we went for a walk around the town.

"Tell me about home," I said as we walked along the narrow, cobblestone street.

"It's hard for me to concentrate on home in these surroundings," Josh said. "This is like living in a storybook."

"Yes, I love Germany."

We talked about home, about my parents. It was heartwarming to hear a firsthand account.

"I want to bring Linda here someday," he said.

"I hope it's while I'm still here," I said.

"Do you?" he said with a tight smile. "It would be different, having her with me."

"But you should bring her." I stopped to tap a loose cobblestone in the sidewalk. "I'm ready to go back if you are. But we should eat first. They only serve breakfast at the hotel, and a light serving of snacks at night."

We went to a small, quaint restaurant, very typically old German. The outside looked like it dated back to the middle ages. We were shown to a table in a dimly lighted alcove at a window looking out on the street. I thought it would've been reserved for romantic couples, but maybe we looked like a romantic couple. I didn't think so. I hoped not. A waiter brought menus that were in German.

"Do you want me to order?" I asked Josh.

"Yes, that should be interesting."

I only had to glance at the menu then I handed them back and ordered. "Wir haben die Ochsenschwanzsuppe, mit schwartzbrot, und wienerschnitzel mit rotkohl und Kartoffelsalat und zwei bier."

"Sehr gut, danke," the waiter said with a slight bow.

Josh was impressed. He looked at me with his mouth open. "What the hell did you just order?" he asked, laughing.

"You'll see."

"Man, he knew exactly what you were saying."

"Let's hope," I joked. "You can't live here very long without learning enough of the language to get along. Don't be too impressed. I only know GI German."

"Obviously enough to get along," he said.

"Tell me about my sister."

"You mean tell you about my wife, don't you?"

"Yes. Tell me things are going well."

"I can't tell you that," he said. He paused then smiled. "Things are going way better than well."

"Then the two of you are happy together."

"Ace, I couldn't be happier. We're so happy it's almost scary. She often talks about waiting for the other shoe to drop, like something's going to be taken away from us."

"You can't let that happen," I said.

"I won't."

"Can I ask how things went...? After I left."

"Well....in a word....slow," he said, laughing softly. "In another word....great," he added. "She really is the best thing that ever happened to me."

"How slow was slow?" I asked.

He held up four fingers. "Took me four nights. No, four days and nights."

"Man, that must have been hard for you, pun intended," I said.

"It was the greatest test of patience I ever had," he said. "But it was worth the wait."

"Is she happy with you?"

"Yes. She seems to be. If you mean is she happy with ME....I can say, unequivocally, yes."

"I'm glad. And are you happy with her?"

"Let's stop dancing around the issue," Josh said. "I am extremely, happily married to your sister. But that night with you is still as vivid in my memory as if it were yesterday. And I'm hoping that's the reason you sounded so excited about me coming to Germany."

"It is. But I have to know that everything is okay on the home front. I don't want to be my sister's substitute."

"Your sister doesn't need a substitute."

"Then I guess we're okay," I said.

The waiter came with the soup and black bread.

"This is Ochsenschwanzsuppe mit schwartzbrot .... ox tail soup with black bread," I said.

A short while later the waiter came around to say that our meals would be served in a few minutes, and did we need another beer. I told him yes and we lingered over another beer.

He served the large, heaped platters with a flourish and added a pot of German mustard to the center of the table.

"Are you sure he didn't get our orders mixed up? This looks like it belongs to a family."

"No, it's what we ordered," I said.

"What you ordered. What do we have here?"

"Wienerschnitzel mit rotkohl und Kartoffelsalat. That's a veal cutlet, breaded, with German red cabbage and warm German potato salad."

Josh thoroughly enjoyed the meal.

After we'd eaten we walked back to the hotel.

"Do you want to have a drink before we go up?" I asked.

"Sure."

I ordered two cognacs brought out to the garden.

"That's our room, isn't it?" Josh asked, looking up at the large gable as he sipped the cognac.

"Yes."

"I probably shouldn't say this, but this is all sort of romantic. The walk through the town, dinner by the window, and this." He waved his arm toward the enclosed garden.

"Do you have a problem with that, are you uncomfortable with it?" I asked.

"No, no. Maybe I should be but I'm not. Maybe I should be wishing Linda was here with me, but I don't. I'm comfortable that it's you."

"Good."

"I am wondering, though....if you planned it this way," he said.

"No, but I'm glad if that's the way you see it."

We sipped the last of the cognac and Josh was twirling the glass between his fingers.

"Shall we go up?" I asked.

He stood up.

We went up the long, curved stairway and climbed the second flight of stairs to our room. There was the smell of the garden when I opened the door.

"Oh, Godd," I said quietly as I went in.

"What's the matter?" Josh asked.

"Someone has lit candles."

"They suspect about us?" Josh said, surprised.

"Were we that obvious?" I said.

"Maybe they light candles in all the rooms," he said.

"Yeah, maybe."

"I really don't care one way or the other," he said. "Do you?"

"No. No, I don't," I said.

We stood in the room--a room far too spacious for two--looking around, and glancing at each other.

"Why is this so awkward?" I said.

"Is it awkward?" Josh asked. "Cause I don't feel awkward. I've been counting the hours. Down in the garden, I was counting the minutes. Right now I'm counting down the seconds till I can get you out of those clothes, thrown across the bed and be fucking your brains out."

"Can you count slower?" I said as I walked over and opened the French doors that opened onto the tiny balcony. I stepped out. Josh came up behind me. The balcony was barely big enough for the two of us and he squeezed in tight against me.

"I'm still counting," he said in a low tone.

I turned to go back inside but I was blocked. We faced each other squarely and he pushed his loins against me. Then he tugged my shirt out of my pants. I couldn't explain to myself why I was feeling so hesitant in all this except maybe I was a little worried I wouldn't live up to his expectations. Or he wouldn't live up to mine.

"Would it feel awkward if I did this?" he asked as he began unbuttoning my shirt.

"No."

"Or this?" He groped the front of my pants.

"No."

"I want you so bad," he said.

"Let's go back inside."

Between the balcony and the bed we were both naked to the waist and out of our shoes. He pushed me back on the bed and pulled my pants off of me. My shorts started to come off and I grabbed them.

"Those are going to come off too," he said laughing. He tossed my pants aside and grabbed for my shorts. We wrestled around for a moment before I let him take them off of me. Then he took off my socks and I was naked.

I sat up on the edge of the bed and grabbed him by his belt and pulled him to me. "These are coming off, too," I said.

He let me strip him naked, balanced on one foot then the other so I could take off his pants and socks. He stood before me in all his proud glory and the sight of him took my breath away.

"Godd, Josh, you are an incredible specimen," I said huskily.

"If I weren't already built like this, I would want to be, for you," he said.

I pulled on his cock and felt it swell in my hand. I took it in my mouth and it swelled more. By the time he was lying on the bed beside me, he was rock hard, his big cock throbbing incessantly, as if trying to reach out to me.

"Did I say I want you?" he asked as he put his hand between my legs to squeeze my butt.

"Did I say you could have me?"

His finger worked between my butt muscles and found my hole.

"You don't have to be easy," I told him.

"I wasn't going to be." He put his leg between mine and came over on top of me. The sight, the feel and smell of him, was so good. I let my eyes rove upward from the view of his rampant cock over his hard-cut abs and heavy chest to his eyes. They seemed to be locked on my lips. It melted away any resistance I'd been feeling.

"Don't, I want it just like that first time. No holding back," I told him and wanted to hear him promise it.

"I think we're finally on the same page here," he said with a grin. His eyes finally met mine and they were dark with arousal but crinkled wickedly at the corners. He lifted up onto his arms and worked his other leg between mine. I spread them and bent my knees to make space for him. His big cock throbbed against mine and he lowered his hips to trap them between us.

I couldn't help groaning at the feel of his cock, so fucking hard but the skin encasing it so soft, against mine. I brought my legs up and pressed the insides of my thighs and knees around his body, silently offering up what we both wanted. He rutted against me and our cocks slid together easier with every stroke as we both spurted precum.

"I wish we could've done this last night in your room, Ace. I'm afraid I won't last the first time," he told me between gritted teeth. I wished we could've as well.

"Goddam, Josh, I swear...," I told him and put my hands on his sides. Finally, I touched the man, really felt him. My hands roamed over his flared lats and up around his muscled back. I damn near wrapped my whole body around him. "You feel even better than I remember," I finished my thought.

"I want to kiss you again. I've thought about it a lot, Ace, almost as much as I thought about fucking you."

"You don't have to ask permission. I'm yours for as long as you're here; my body, my lips, my mouth, my ass – whatever you want whenever you want it, Josh. Yours for the taking," I promised.

"Geez," he groaned as he dropped to his elbows and his body covered me, his lips on mine and his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, while his forearms slid under my back and he gripped my shoulders. I opened up for his oral assault and held him even closer, crushed under the weight of his heavy muscles and loving the way his mass nearly squashed me.

Josh canted his head to the side as our lips moved together. I stroked his questing tongue with mine as he explored the inside of my mouth. His hips moved in a parody of the fucking to come, making our cocks grind together between our bellies. My arms wound around his broad shoulders and my hips moved in counterpoint to his. I gasped into his mouth as he drew me closer to the edge.

"Stop," I huffed, starving for oxygen, as I held the sides of his head and pulled him away. "Wait," I panted. I put my hands on the slabs of his pecs and pushed him away.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked. His eyes were wide, nostrils flaring as he tried to catch his breath. His arms were straight and rigid as he held his body up.

"No, God no. You were about to make me cum." I tightened every muscle in my groin to hold it back, biting my bottom lip.

"Do you know how good it feels? No holding back, no worrying that I'm going to break you."

"No, don't hold back. I just don't want to cum until you're inside me." I grinned up at him and said, "Then you can fuck me as hard as you want, hard as you can."

"Fuck, Ace, we need to make that happen soon," he replied with a grin to match mine.

"Let me up for a second, then. I need to get some lube," I said even though I really had no desire to get out from under him. I cursed myself for not having the foresight to get the lube handy from the second we entered the room.

Like he was reading my mind Josh said, "I'll grab it, you stay there." He was moving before he even started talking, off the bed before I could process what he was saying. I chuckled at his eagerness.

"In my shaving kit. It's in my bag, right on top." He tore open the zipper of my duffel and was digging through my kit a few seconds later. He held up two tubes. "That one," I said, pointing to his right hand. He tossed it over to me and I caught it.

"What's this one? It says Anal Ease."

"It's a numbing cream. I used it last time `cause you're so big but..." I'd uncapped the lube and squirted a healthy amount onto the fingers of my right hand. "This time I want to feel it, everything." I cupped my balls in my left hand and pulled them up so I could reach down to my hole with the other hand. I spread my legs wider and rubbed the lube over my asshole before pushing my middle finger in.

"I wish it didn't have to hurt you," he told me but his eyes were on the spot where I was getting myself ready for him.

"I like that it hurts before it feels good. Reminds me I'm getting fucked by a man." I watched Josh as he casually stroked his cock and pumped my finger a few times before adding another. Jesus, how could his cock look even bigger than I remembered? Watching him was making me even hotter and the third finger slipped in easily.

"Show me," he said as he got up onto the bed on his knees. I pulled my legs back and tilted my ass to spread the cheeks open. It gave him an unobstructed view of my fingers working my ass open.

"Can I?" he asked as he moved closer to me. I nodded as I withdrew the fingers from my ass. I handed the lube out to him and he took it. I still held my balls out of the way with my left hand and massaged them gently as Josh poured lube out onto his fingers. I hooked my right arm around my bent leg to hold it back, letting my legs fall open wider.

"Shit, I never thought an asshole could look sexy," Josh said. He used his thumb to rub the lube all over his fingers while studying the open trench of my ass. He reached forward and rubbed the pads of his fingers over the opening, making me clench and release, before slipping a single finger into me. Just that simple penetration made me arch up.

Josh pulled back and reentered with two fingers. As he fucked me with them he told me, "That night I couldn't believe it when you ate my ass. I get it now. I mean, I knew you had a sexy ass but you're asshole's sexy, too." He reached in and found the lump of my gland with surprising accuracy.

"Oh Godd," I groaned as my back bowed and my head fell back onto the bed. He worked the swollen bulb of my prostate with his fingertips and made me whimper at the direct stimulation. I had to let loose my balls so I could hold both legs up for him. Josh grabbed the base of my hard cock and squeezed it tight. Thank God he didn't stroke it.

"Remember that night? You did this to me," he said as he fucked me with his digits. Of course I remembered, I'd relived that night in my mind a thousand times. "I've done it to myself a few times since then," he continued. "Trying to figure out how you made it feel so good."

"I can tell you figured it out," I groaned. He inserted a third finger and slowly spread them out, causing a nice burn in my ass with the stretch.

"Oh yeah, buddy, I know the spot," he said and dug his grouped fingers into the bulge of my gland. "Sometime, when I'm not so hot to fuck you, I wanna eat this. Push my tongue up in there and feel the smooth insides." His strong fist tightened around my cock as it swelled with his words. I was barely teetering on the edge, only the collar of his hand keeping me from spewing.

"Come on, Josh, if you don't fuck me now..." I couldn't finish the thought as he twisted his fingers inside me. He spread them again and pulled them out.

He let go of my cock to pick up the lube and poured some out, into his palm, used it to slick his massive cock. Except for the black guy at the Amsterdam it was still the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Thick veins snaked up the thick shaft to the leaking red head. Even the length and incredible width couldn't keep me from begging him with my eyes to put it in me.

He took each of my ankles in his hands and scooted closer as he joked, "What, you've had enough foreplay?" He used his hold on my legs to spread them wide and his cock loomed up over mine. "Guide it in," he told me. I reached between my legs as he pulled his hips back. I took the hard, slick shaft in hand and pushed it down to my ready hole.

Slowly but forcefully he breached my ass in one long thrust. I released his shaft as it slid forward and rested my hands on his narrow hips, my thumbs over the cut lines where his legs joined his body. I tried to relax and push out as my opening expanded and stretched over the baseball sized head of his cock. There was the momentary relief of his flared rim passing into me and I grunted. It only lasted a second before he continued and forced the rest of his shaft in to the hilt.

I could barely breathe as I felt so full of him, so possessed by the large cock that impaled me. He held still and closed his eyes, seeming to savor the grasping insides of my body wrapped around him. "Finally," he wheezed. He rotated his hips and made his cock stir my guts. "You don't know how many times I thought about this, Ace."

"Not as many times as I have," I said. I pulled on his hips, wanting to contain every last inch of him, but I had all of him. His pelvis compressing my ass cheeks and his big balls mashed up against the curve of my spread glutes.

He put my legs over his shoulders and fell into a push-up position over me with a growl as his cock jostled inside me. "You said you could take it as hard as I could give it?" he asked. There was no more smile in his face or voice, only an intense desire and concentration.

"Yeah, do it," I told him. And damn, it fucking hurt but I wanted him moving inside me so much that it overrode any sense of self-preservation I might've felt. "Fuck me, Josh. Do it." My hands roamed up to his chest and I tugged at his tight nips.

"Fuck!" he shouted and gave me a sharp flick of his hips in retaliation that knocked the air out of me. The man couldn't have any idea of what his cock could do to me, even a short thrust like he'd given me. He followed it up with a longer, harder thrust that was slow on the draw back and fast as he plunged in.

Josh's cock felt hard as an iron bar as he started truly fucking me. I fisted the sheets in my hands and gritted my teeth to wait for the pleasure to start. I knew once it did that he'd be sending me into orbit. He let more of his weight fall onto me until my knees nearly touched my chest and his huge prick dug in deeper.

I closed my eyes and waited out the ache in my guts as the rhythm of his moving cock bled it away to a dull throb. It wasn't long before I found myself moving with him and ready for more. Each steady extraction and faster insertion sent a thrill into me with the rough friction of his veined and rippled shaft. The places he touched inside me, deep places, grew sensitized to the touch of his dick. I grew to anticipate the moment when he nearly fully withdrew and the large head stretched and tugged at the inside of my ring.

I opened my eyes and Josh was there, so close to me, his eyes intent on my face. His eyebrows drew together and he gave me an almost imperceptible nod. I smiled back at him and gave a sigh, as much of one as I could bent nearly in half. He closed the distance between us and gave me a hard kiss, lips mashed against our teeth and his tongue reaching deep into my mouth.

The whole time he kept up his even pace, long pull out and hard jam in. He shrugged my calves off his shoulders to catch them in the crook of each elbow before pulling away from our wet kiss. He looked between our bodies and watched his cock splitting me open. I couldn't help craning my neck to get a view of it myself. I almost couldn't believe that monstrously thick shaft was disappearing into my body somewhere behind my balls.

"You're liking it now," he said under his breath. It wasn't a question. His eyes met mine. "It makes me a real bastard but I liked watching you take my cock." He spoke as he pulled out and punctuated his last few words by ramming back home. "Can't believe you'd want it so bad..." Bam, his hips slapped against my ass. "...you'd suffer for it." He stilled and adjusted his position atop me.

"It's worth it," I told him. He began fucking me again but with slow glides of his cock.

"Linda's used to it now, always ready for me. But you... for you it'll be a struggle every time, won't it?"

"It'll always be worth it, Josh." I tried to let him see in my eyes that I was talking about more than wanting him to fuck me. I wanted him to kiss me again but he looked away. A second later when he looked back there may have been a gleam in his eyes.

"I'm gonna fuck you good, now, Ace." I would've asked him what he'd been doing up to then but I didn't have the chance. He released my legs and I instinctively wrapped them around his waist. He dropped to his forearms and his chest pressed against mine so I put my arms over his shoulders and my hands traced the long line of his spine. He fitted his face into my neck and his wet, panting breaths brushed over my skin there.

He held me tight while his hips powered the hard fuck he was giving me. I couldn't stop or care about the sounds he was dragging out of me. The moans and whimpers that made me sound like a first class slut. All the attention of my pleasure-saturated brain was focused on the feel of Josh's massive cock hammering into me. The path of each piston-like pump worked my prostate and I had no doubt he was consciously trying to make it feel good for me.

Our bodies became slick with sweat and my hands slid through it as they roved all over his back and sides. Josh licked and kissed my neck, my collarbone and the top of my chest. I never wanted it to end as he made me feel more and better. He kissed me quickly then rose up onto his knees. He took my left leg and pulled it across his chest, forcing my hips to twist. He straddled my right leg and was fucking me sideways though my shoulders still rested on the bed. He watched me, watching him fuck me.

Slowly I turned my body and he plowed into me from behind and above me, our bodies perpendicular to each other. He hit me hard with a series of rough thrusts that had me rocking on my right shoulder. Josh paused, buried deep, and caught his breath. Gently he pulled his cock free of my opened ass.

"Get on your knees at the edge of the bed," he told me when I looked back him. I clambered into position as he got off the bed. I got onto my hands and knees at the very edge of the mattress. Josh had the lube and I watched him pour a stream of it onto his cock. He moved right behind me but didn't plunge his cock back into my ass like I was expecting. First he tugged at my shoulder until I was upright but still on my knees.

"Put your hands up, behind your head, Ace." I did as he said and waited. Instead of his cock I felt his hands on my shoulders and biceps, I flexed automatically. His fingers dug in as if to test the mass of muscle. "Fucking hot," he seemed to be saying it more to himself.

"Fuck me, Josh." My words seemed to wake him from his daze as he stepped closer and his cockhead easily broke through the loose seal of my hole.

"Stick your ass out for me." I did as he asked and arched my back. His arms wrapped around me as he seated his cock to the very base in my ass. My shoulders rested against his chest and my ass cheeks pressed back against his groin. His hands moved all over my chest and abs, feeling and examining by touch.

I wondered if it seemed strange to him, my male body. Just as I began to worry, since he still wasn't exactly fucking me, Josh said, "I love the feel of your body in my hands. It's so hard in all the places I'm used to soft."

"I wish I was built like you," I admitted.

"Nah, I like you the way you are; like a natural athlete or one of those Greek statues. I think you're perfect."

"I think you're perfect," I said.

"Then we're both lucky sons-of-bitches, huh?" he asked and chuckled close to my ear. His next words puffed out against the shell and his lips brushed it, "Why're you squirming around, Ace?"

I realized I was grinding my ass against him, independent of my mind. "I really want you to finish fucking me."

"Are you getting close?" he asked. I was close, the pleasure had built into a heavy heat in my belly awaiting only a trigger to set off the explosion. I nodded that I was. "You want me to bring you off now?" He wrapped a loose fist around my cock and latched onto one of my sensitive nips with his other hand.

"No," I hissed the word through gritted teeth. "I want to cum when you do."

"It won't be long, think you can make it there with me?" He didn't wait for me to answer. He held me in his arms and started fucking up into my ass from his wide stance behind me. I put my hands over his and let my head fall back onto his shoulder. He kissed my jaw and ear as he drove up into my chute.

As he fucked me harder I pulled out of his arms and planted my hands on the bed. He followed me up onto his own knees as he fucked me across the bed. Eventually I collapsed onto my stomach and he fucked me like a pile-driver into the mattress. I couldn't stand the onslaught any longer. My cock rubbed along the sheet and it was all too much. I came like a rocket with heavy spurts that made thudding sounds as they hit the sheet. Each heavy slide of his Josh's cock seemed to expel more from me and I may have sobbed because it felt so intensely good.

Josh powered on for minutes, mumbling with encouraging words for my climax, as he rode out the clenching spasms of my ass. With a groan his body fell totally onto mine and his hips jittered while I felt the massive amount of his seed filling me to overflowing. Our sweaty bodies stuck together while I milked him with my ass, wanting every drop.

In my head I could admit to all the guys I'd had sex with since entering the military straight out of high school. I could also admit that none of them had satisfied me and left me wanting more like my brother-in-law.

There was the sex, but it was a time of raw, intense passion that I think surprised us both. He had fucked me hard, as he promised, and I gave back in kind; I gave him a man to fuck. When he finished he looked like he was in a daze. He rolled onto his back beside me. My head was spinning with thoughts and emotions I knew I shouldn't have. Suddenly I sat up.

"Godd, Josh......"

"What? What... you started to say something."

I shook my head vigorously.

"What were you going to say? Tell me."

"You're my sister's husband...no, it wouldn't be right..."

"It's between us," he said.

"I think I love you." I said, then looked down at him.

There was another awkward silence and he seemed to be gaping at me.

"I told you it wouldn't be right. I shouldn't have said it. It's not fair to you either, putting that on you." I swung my legs over the edge of the bed with my back to Josh. "Gezuss, what do I expect from you?" I looked over my shoulder. "I had no right to say that."

"It's between us. I can love two people," he said.

It was my turn to gape at him. What was he saying? "Not the same way," I said.

"It doesn't have to be. You're not the same people."

"What are you saying, Josh?"

"Let me ask you, do you love me, or are you in love with me?"

"I think I'm in love with you," I said. "I'm so head over heels, it hurts inside."

"I can love you back," he said. "I don't know about the hurt, but I can love you back.

"Can you? Really? Do you have it in you? Because underneath this layer of lust you have for me, you're so straight......."

He laughed.

"What's funny."

"You. Listen to yourself. Look at yourself. Underneath that layer of gayness, you are the straightest guy I know."

"What the hell does that mean?" I asked.

"If I told your sister I thought you were gay, she would laugh. Hell, if you tried to out yourself, everybody would laugh. I bet they wouldn't even kick you out of the Army `cause they wouldn't believe you."

"Well, there are a couple of guys who could vouch for me being gay," I said dryly. "But it wouldn't work, about us, Josh."

"What are you saying wouldn't work? It's not something that has to work or not work. It's just something that is."

"I mean a life together. We couldn't have that. Not without taking something away from Linda. It would be like a three sided wheel on a bicycle. That would make for a mighty bumpy ride."

He leaned up and wrapped his arm around me and pulled me down on top of him.

"Listen to me. We already have a life together. I married your sister, remember? We're related; brothers. We're in the same family. Let's take what that life has to offer. At least till you find some big hunk that you can make a life with. You deserve that, and even if I get pushed aside, I want you to have that, because you deserve more than I can give you."

"I don't deserve all you have given me. It's just something that's between us."

"And why can't we be happy with that?" he said.

I stood and walked out on the balcony. I was still naked but I could be seen only from the waist up. The sweat on my body had dried and left me cool. I felt Josh's body heat behind me, then his body against me. He felt warm and good and his muscles thrilled me.

"I've thought about making the Marines a career," I said.

"Good. I think you and the Marines need each other. And it would work out for us," he said.

"You mean it would keep us apart," I said.

"For appropriate lengths of time, yes," he said. "But when we got together, it would be like this. I don't know about you, but for me it was well worth the wait." He cupped my butt in his hand.

"There's a huge tub in there. We can both fit in it," he said.

The candles that someone had put around the tub were still flickering brightly. Josh squeezed some bubble bath under the faucet and the tub burst into bubbles.

"Linda would shit if she knew we were taking a bubble bath together," I said.

"No, she would just laugh. She's said many times how thankful she is that we're so great together," he said as he stepped into the tub.

"If she only knew how great. Do you ever feel like we're deceiving her? We are, of course, but do you ever feel it?" I asked.

"No. Truth is, I don't feel like it's cheating," he said.

I stepped into the tub and sat at the opposite end. The fixtures were on the side. We sat with our knees cocked up out of the bubbles but then Josh lowered his and stretched his legs outside of mine.

"I was hoping you would sit at this end beside me," he said.

I moved to the other end and stretched out beside him, more on my side, with my head on his arm and shoulder. I laid my hand across his stomach.

"Yess, this is much better," he said.

"I'm three, four years older than you but sometimes I feel like we're the same age; sometimes even younger than you," I said. "At that family gathering where I first met you....I was bowled over when you got out of the car. I don't know if you noticed, but everybody just stared."

"No, I didn't notice. I guess I was noticing Linda."

"The feelings that went through me....I wouldn't have imagined it would lead to this."

"I can tell you, you shocked the crap out of me," he said. "Just looking at you, I would've thought you would break a guy in half for just looking at you cross eyed. I was a little intimidated by you."

"Oh, really? You never showed it. Why?"

"Well, you were her brother, and a Marine. That combination is pretty intimidating."

"You're not still intimidated, are you?" I asked, rubbing his stomach. I loved the hard, tight feel of his muscles.

"No. It's more.....awed," he said.

"You're pretty awesome yourself." I leaned over to lick his right nipple and he turned a little to his side so I could reach it.

"Not just you are awesome.....this whole thing that's between us. Ohhh....ohhh, that feels so good," he murmured.

"I'm glad to hear you say that....that there is a thing between us," I said.

"More than you know. More than I realized," he said. "I can't help thinking, the best is yet to come."

"I don't know how it could get any better. But I'll try." I nibbled at his tit. It was taut and rubbery. "This is standing up real nice. Feels like you're hot wired."

"That happened when you got in the tub," he said.

I rubbed my fingers across the other side of his chest, tweaking that turgid nipple too. Then I ran my hand down his stomach to find his cock. It was throbbing hard. "And when did this happen?"

"When you started licking my tit."

"You are hot wired."

"Yes, I'm hot wired, direct current, to you," he said.

"That's a neat way of putting it," I said.

"Stand up," he said.

I raised my head with a curious look.

"Stand up," he said again.

"That sounds like an order," I joked.

"It is."

"I out rank you," I reminded him.

"You know I have every respect for you as a Marine, but right now, fuck your rank. You're the one who promised `whenever and wherever.' Stand up."

I stood up beside him in the tub.

"Face me."

I stepped astraddle him, suddenly taken by what I thought he was going to do.

"What're you.....d-doing.....Josh?" I stammered as he reached up and cupped my loose hanging balls.

He took my cock in his other hand, down around the root. He held it up then moved it from side to side.

"That is an awesome cock," he said as he stroked it up and down with his head tilted.

"What're you doing, Josh?" I asked again.

Without answering he leaned up and took my cock in his mouth.

"Aaawwhhh....Awww, Josh," I groaned, clasping my hands gently around his head. I started to push him away but his warm mouth changed my mind. "Ohh, Geezuss, Josh."

He gave me a couple dozen strokes with his mouth and slurping tongue then he released my cock and lay back with his head on the wide, rounded edge of the tub.

"Lean over here and hump my face," he said.

"Are you sure you wanta be doing this?" I asked as I was already leaning over him and he pulled my cock down to his mouth.

He clasped his hands around my butt. "You're not forcing me, are you?" he said just before he took my cock again.

I humped his face. I fucked his mouth, till my legs threatened to give out. When I rose up he had such a tight lip lock around my cock that it caused a loud suctioning noise when I pulled out.

"I'm gonna collapse on top of you," I said as I straightened and turned to lie back in the tub with him. He welcomed me with his arms again.

"I can't believe you did that."

"That was a decision I made about half way across the Atlantic," he said. "And I want to finish it, in bed."

"Define finish," I said.

"There's only one way to finish it. Are you ready to get out?"

"If you are." Suddenly I was feeling anxious again. I had some serious doubts about letting him take this step.

We got out of the tub and dried each other off. I followed him into the bedroom and he motioned for me to lie across the bed. He walked around to the other side and crawled over me in a sixty nine position. I didn't argue with his decision; he'd had a few thousand miles to think about it. He took my cock in his mouth and buried his in my throat.

I'd barely been able to take his cock that night, the night before his wedding, but this time I was ready for him. I tilted my head back to make a straight line of my throat and stuck my tongue out over the top of his cock. As he pressed in I swallowed around him and my throat relaxed enough to let him in. It helped that he was a little taller than me.

"Fuck!" Josh pulled off of my cock to shout. He leaned his forehead against my thigh. "How do you do that? No one just swallows it like that." He sounded awed but he only savored it for a second before he began fucking my face.

He pumped into my mouth as I tried to breathe around the thick length of his throat-stretcher. I picked up on his pace and made to sure to swallow with my throat when he was all the way in. I lapped my tongue all over the shaft as it moved. I did my best to make some suction when I wasn't fighting not to gag or choke. Josh's breathing grew heavy as he tested the limits of my oral capacity. Taking his fuck like that, on my back and in my throat, made me hard as steel. I reached down to give myself a little relief.

"Dammit," I heard his soft curse. He pulled his cock from my mouth and got upright on his knees over me. The big prick hovered over my face, slick with slime from throat. "I wanted this one to be for you, Ace." He sounded contrite but he held his cock and smacked it lightly against my face.

"I like sucking your cock," I told him before sticking out my tongue and making it a target for him. The meaty shaft landed against it and my top lip, felt heavy against my nose. I wondered if there was anything Josh could do to me that I wouldn't like. Any other guy beating my face with his cock... I couldn't even imagine it. With Josh? I wanted him to hit me harder, make me feel it.

"I turn into a fucking caveman around you, Ace. It's like I'm all instinct and hormones."

"Do you hear me complaining?" I asked then tried to catch the head of his cock and pull it back into my mouth.

"Jesus, Ace, let's turn around or I'll never get to finish sucking your cock." He started to move away but I reached up and back to halt him with my hands on his hips.

"No, wait. Josh, just don't move your cock. You can do that, right? I want it this way." He didn't move and considered my words while I tilted my head back further to get at his loose balls.

"Yeah, I can do that. Just stay on my balls for awhile. Okay?"

"Mmmmhmmm," I agreed with one egg-sized orb already in my mouth. He tasted so fucking good, a little like the bubble bath but all Josh after I sucked that off. He'd just shot a massive load deep into my ass but his nuts still felt heavy and ripe.

"You have any coaching tips for me?" He asked the question as he leaned forward on his elbows again. He held my cock up with one hand around the base.

I let go of his sac long enough to answer, "Just do what comes naturally. You already know what feels good. Take your time and pull off anytime you need to. I'll warn you when I get close."

"What about deep-throating?"

"You don't have to do that. Use your hand and your mouth at the same time." I still couldn't believe we were having this conversation. My cock throbbed harder in his hand.

"But what if I want to? I want to make you feel as good as you do me." I'd been nuzzling my nose into his damp balls, almost getting high off the smell of him. Hot flesh and drying spit, it might've normally turned me off but I was learning that nothing about Josh turned me off.

"You'll want to gag, just fight the urge. Once you get it in your throat remember to breathe and try not to panic or you'll choke."

"I have a feeling it's not as easy as you make it sound," he joked. He licked over the head of my cock and the rough texture of his tongue made my belly tighten. I put my hands on his ass and felt the hard muscles fill my grip. I kneaded and massaged them while leaning up to get a mouth full of his lightly haired balls.

"You're cock drool tastes good," Josh said before digging his tongue into my piss-hole. I groaned around one large ball because the feeling bordered on too much. "A little sweet, not like I expected. You always leak this much?"

"Mmmm," I groaned while sucking on the large nut.

His lips closed around the head and he slowly took more until I could feel the back of his mouth bumping the head. He paused to make his lips tighter and sucked really hard, causing me to moan.

With caution he tested the opening of his throat against the bulb of cock head. Just as I could feel it opening he pulled off. He gave a few more shallow bobs of his head and tried again. This time I slipped in and he took me all the way in one swoop. The tightness of his throat was hot and wet, making my pulse pound in my cock.

He pulled back and worked the head with his tongue before taking it all the way again. He seemed to be a natural cocksucker although I wouldn't tell him that. I said a silent prayer of thanks and turned my attentions to his hard and leaking prick. I had to pull it away from his stomach to get it into my mouth.

He pulled off as I took him in and groaning, manhandled my legs back to a position beneath his armpits. He leaned in and I felt his hot breath on my ass. I had a moment of nervousness but was too preoccupied with everything else going on.

His lips and tongue met my hole and it was like he was French-kissing my ass. He had to be tasting his load up there but he didn't pull away. If anything he dug in deeper with his long tongue.

I tried to concentrate on his cock but knew I wasn't doing it the service it deserved. When he sucked lightly on the lips of my asshole I nearly lost it. His strong tongue fucked in and out in a steady rhythm while his lips and teeth stimulated the responsive ring of the opening. He could've made me cum if he'd kept it up much longer.

With a sigh and smacking lips he left the valley of my ass and returned to my cock though he didn't let my legs down. As he swallowed me down he shoved two fingers into my hungry ass. From there it was a quick build-up as he swallowed my cock, fingered my ass and massaged my balls.

He found my gland and attacked it with firm pressure. "Godd, Josh... close," I groaned as I pulled off his cock. I half-expected him to pull off but he sucked me even more fervently. I hooked my legs over his shoulders and tried to pump up into the wet tightness of his throat.

"Too much," I gasped. I turned my head and pressed my face into his thick thigh. And came undone. It washed up out of my body like a wave, mind-numbing pleasure from my head to my toes and back to my cock where it exploded outward.

When I came he fought valiantly to stay in control and fight his gag reflex and see it through to the finish. He swallowed my load and even lapped up what he lost that ran down my cock. Then he rolled to the side with a loud sigh. He was still hard. He didn't get off.

"Well, I did it," he said proudly.

"You sure as hell did. Should I say I'm proud of you?"

"Sure. I'm proud of me," he said, laughing.

"Sorry I didn't get you off," I said. "For a second there I think I forgot my own name."

"It can wait, we're not done," he said. "Listen, there was another decision I made when we were landing at the Frankfurt airport."

"What's that?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"No."

"I knew you would say that. Why not?"

"Because you would only be returning the favor. I don't want it to be that way. I don't want you to think you owe me."

"I do owe you, but that's not the reason I want you to fuck me. I want to know what it's like. I want......" He paused. I didn't know if it was to find the right words, or to decide for certain that he wanted to say it out loud. "I make love to my wife. It's more than sex between me and you; at least I feel it is. I want it to be like that. I want to see what it's like, as a man, to be made love to. If that's making any sense, then you can't tell me no." Then he got up and went into the bathroom.

I watched him walk across the room, my eyes fixed on his gorgeous, tight, muscular butt. I took in the rest of his perfect male body in my line of vision, but it was his ass I focused on. It made my mouth water. It made me want to change my mind. I heard him gargle and rinse his mouth, no doubt to get rid of the aftertaste of cum.

He came back with a faint smile. "If you can still say no, after the way I felt your eyes burning into my butt, you are a cold and heartless human being."

"Your butt makes my mouth water," I said.

"I was hoping it made your cock twitch," he said as he sprawled across the bed beside me on his stomach. He spread his legs out wide, one of them thrown over mine. He tightened and relaxed his butt muscles several times, then alternated one side then the other. "Show me," he said huskily.

I swallowed, audibly hard. "If you're sure."

"I want it, man. I want you to show me."

I reached over and laid my hand on his butt. He clinched it for me.

"You know I just came twice and I'll probably last a long time." I wanted to warn him.

"Is there a downside to that statement?" he asked with a laugh.

"Okay, smart guy, if we're going to do this get up on your knees but keep your chest on the bed. Yeah, like that," I encouraged him as he got into position. "Spread your legs a little wider, uh huh, that's good. We want you to be comfortable, relaxation is key to this." I got off the bed and surveyed the delicious sight before me.

Josh's meaty ass on display with the deep furrow parted enough to get a glimpse of the puckered hole hiding at the center. Like the rest of his body the crevice between his cheeks was lightly furred. Looking at him so intimately exposed had my cock twitching back to life. I barely looked away while I searched for the lube.

"How is that?" I asked him. "You feel alright, think you can hold there for awhile?" I figured this way would be easiest for his first time, ass up and face down.

"I feel good, ready," Josh replied. I was relieved that he didn't sound uncertain or nervous, not yet.

I got on the bed and let my body rest over his. My hard dick fit perfectly between the globes of his ass and I humped against him while leaning forward enough to kiss his shoulders and the back of his neck. I could only see the side of his face but he had his eyes closed and an easy smile curled the side of his mouth that was visible. I hunched my hips and let him get a feel of my cock rubbing right up against his hole. He moaned and let out a breathy chuckle.

"What is it?" I asked and craned my neck to get my tongue in his ear. Even the man's ears were sexy and masculine. The tongue action earned a sigh.

"I have a feeling I'm gonna be begging for it before you'll give it to me. I should've just asked you to fuck me." His one eye opened in a slit and I saw him peeking at me.

"Hey," I said and kissed the corner of his smiling mouth. "I couldn't ever just fuck you, Josh, especially not this time." I licked and kissed the spot exactly between his shoulder blades as I spoke.

"So you're planning on this happening more than once?" he asked me as I followed the knobs of his spine down the center of his wide back.

"I plan on making this so good for you," I told him as I worked my way down to his tailbone. "So good that you'll want it all the time," I finished and palmed the thick muscles of his ass, squeezing and separating them.

He let out a sound between a laugh and a moan while I felt him up and kissed the dimple on either side of the base of his spine. "Godd, Ace, you're gonna try to make me into a, a... I don't know. A slut? Is that what you gay guys call it?" He gave a nervous laugh. I had to wonder if he was having second thoughts.

"I'm just going to do my best to make this good for you, Josh. But even if it's the best, most mind-blowing sex you ever have, do you think you could give up fucking me? Fucking my sister?" It was the one fear I'd sensed in a lot of the straight guys I'd had sex with, that being with a man would turn them gay.

"Hell, no," Josh was quick to answer.

"So don't think of it as me fucking you. Think of it as me showing you a new way to feel good, hopefully really good. Don't let it fuck with your head, Josh."

"Yeah, show me how to feel good, Ace."

I hunkered down behind him and spread his cheeks with my thumbs, letting them slide close to his asshole. I studied the dusky pink skin of his tightly closed hole and realized he'd been right; a man's ass could be incredibly sexy. I leaned in and dragged the flat top of my tongue over it. Josh groaned at the first contact.

I lapped at it until I felt the muscle unclench and took the opportunity to push in. The silky insides wrapped around my invading tongue and would've expelled it but I increased the pressure to reach deeper. I flicked my tongue, fucked into him with it and managed to furl and spread it in him.

The more I worked the looser his opening became and the more noise Josh made. He was a standard grunting fucker but assplay seemed to turn him into a moaning babbler. I couldn't get enough of his sweet sounds.

Before long I pressed a finger in beside my tongue. It slid in easily on all the spit I'd laid down. "Aww hell, I remember that feeling," Josh groaned and I couldn't help smiling into his ass. I flicked at the ring of muscle while I fingered him.

I found his prostate and gave the pulsing lump some attention but concentrated more on opening him up. I circled my finger on the inside of his sphincter in wider and wider loops, pushing against the tight elasticity of it. When I figured he was ready for it I slid a second finger into him. Pulling my face away I took up the lube and drizzled some onto his hole and pushed it in with both fingers.

"Shit, Ace, that feels good," Josh told me. I glanced up but his eyes were closed. I looked back at his ass and watched the little fissure of his ass open up for my fingers. Unconsciously I'd taken my cock in my free hand and was stroking it. I had to force myself to let it go.

With more lube and a third finger I got a groan from the depths of Josh's chest, a bass so deep that it made his whole body vibrate. I twisted the fingers then slightly spread them. His asshole clenched and released around them.

"Relax, try not to clench up," I whispered.

"I can't help it," he told me.

"You can, Josh, just concentrate on being relaxed and open. Push out a little if you need to." I could feel him doing it. "That's it, feel the stretch? I need you to be nice and loose for me." I ran my other hand up and down his back in soothing strokes.

"You've fucked a lot of guys?" he asked me.

"Some," I murmured. I was paying more attention to his ass than to his words.

"And you've been fucked by a lot of them?" That question surprised me and I looked at his face to gauge his expression. He didn't look like he was judging me but he had his eyes on me.

"Some," I repeated and sighed. "Not many before that night with you. It was always a means to an end; you'd be surprised how many are willing to return the favor after you've let them fuck you a few times," I told him with a grin. "But I never really got it... never saw the potential for how good it could be until that night with you. There's been more than a few since then." I couldn't say what compelled me to admit that except that I couldn't seem to hold anything back from Josh.

"I like that," he said and closed his eyes again. I was about to ask what he meant when he continued, "That, in a way, I was your first, too."

"You're my first in a lot of ways, Josh." I didn't want to get into the whole love thing again so I hoped he knew what I was talking about.

"Mmmhmmm," he agreed but a second later he said, "I like what you're doing to me but I don't really want to think about it. Keep talking and distract me. What ever happened with that guy you wrote me about in your letter? The one from your barracks?"

For a second I thought I shouldn't talk about other guys with Josh but I remembered what he'd written in his letter, how he'd liked what I'd written. So I started to speak and worked his ass open, "Campbell? Yeah, I made it with him. We were out on field maneuvers and found ourselves alone. He fucked me and it happened a few more times after that. Except the last time we got caught."

"This other guy from our unit, Jack Willis, he found Campbell fucking me in the woods. I was so worried that he was going to turn us in but he wanted a piece for himself. Well, it wasn't like I didn't want that too so I agreed."

"But Brad Campbell, he's this big ole' country boy from Montana, about twenty, and horny as hell all the time. I thought that first time would be it `cause I knew he had a German girl he'd been seeing." The whole time I was using my fingers in Josh, getting him ready. "But about a month ago Brad found out he may have gotten the girl pregnant. He's been hiding out in the barracks since then, avoiding her and sticking his head in the sand. He can't even go out on the base since there's some public places she can get to. He was getting so horny he'd practically start humping my leg anytime he got close."

"Anyway, he's good friends with this other guy, a quartermaster. He's in charge of supplies and he gave Brad a key to one of the supply rooms. Brad set it up so we could meet there for him to fuck me. It's probably the only place on base where we can meet up. He even has a cot in there and the damn kid always fucks me until he's cum twice."

"That's fucking hot," Josh told me. "Is he good?" My little story was obviously turning him on as I was now easily fucking him with four fingers and he was pushing back for more.

"Not as good as you but he knows what he's doing," I said. In truth the whole scene was getting to me, too. "The only downside is that now the quartermaster wants in on it too."

"Is it fucked up that hearing about you with other guys turns me on?" he asked.

"No, not at all. I...," began to admit something I could barely admit to myself. Quietly I told him, "It excites me to think about you having sex with Linda. That you've had both of us like that and imagine you fucking her like you did me." I was on pins and needles to see how he'd react to that.

"Fuck, me too. Sometimes I jerk off and imagine what it would be like to have both of you in my bed. The two of you on your backs and me taking turns fucking one then the other." This seemed to really get to him as his ass was all but sucking my fingers into him. "Yeah, she's so feminine and beautiful while you're the exact opposite, you know? Handsome and so masculine. It really gets me going."

The idea of having sex in the same bed as my sister was kind of gross but his words made me hot. "You'd like that, Josh? What if we fought over your cock? You'd have to fuck both our brains out to keep us from going at each other." His whole body jerked when I said that.

"Holy fuck!" he began. I slid my fingers from his ass and slicked the lube on them over my stone-hard cock. "That would be fucking something, I'd probably die of... Urgh, shit," he finished as I eased my whole cock into him. I bottomed out and held completely still.

"You okay?" I finally asked after his slick chute had been clenching around my cock for a few minutes. My hands rested lightly on his hips.

"Damn, I thought it would hurt but... I just feel really fucking full," Josh told me in a gravelly voice, slightly panting.

I held a moment then took the first long stroke into his body. His grip on my manhood was almost painfully tight but the lube and all the time I'd spent getting him ready conspired against his flexed sheath. I sliced into him with ease. He grumbled, somewhere between a purr and a groan, as I fed my cock into his ass.

"Awww, aw Godd, I feel it..." his barely coherent cries petered off as I repeated the move. I held onto his hips more firmly and gave it to him a little harder and faster but far from truly fucking him.

"Geezus, Ace, I don't even have words for how that feels," he said as his big hands crushed the pillow he head rested on.

"Yeah," I grunted with my cock planted deep. I used long, full strokes to work up to a pace I could sustain for a good length of time. I made an effort to hit his trigger spot and long-dicked him.

Josh made breathy little moans and cries interspersed with my name and lots of use of the word fuck. I closed my eyes and savored the tight, wet heat of his insides on my cock. It was so fucking perfect, like his ass had been made for my cock. My throat clogged with emotion and I tried to hold back the tears.

I leaned forward and caught myself on hands. I rested my chest on his heaving back, wanting every inch of us touching, as I steadily plowed into him. I felt a sense of perfect completion.

I kissed him everywhere I could reach; his shoulders, his back, his neck, his head and even the crease of his armpits. I couldn't get enough of the taste or smell of him. All the time I moved inside the channel of his ass like a metronome and the pleasure, the feel of him, just rose higher and higher inside me.

He rose up onto his hands and met my thrusts with his ass. He turned his head and we kissed sloppily over his shoulder. Gradually his moans turned pleading and his body became more demanding in its movements. I wrapped my arms around him tight as he bucked and his ass throbbed. More and more my name fell from his lips and it sounded almost like he was in pain.

"Hey, hey, calm down, Josh," I told him, almost petting him with my hands on his body.

"Godd, Ace, I don't... I can't...," he panted in broken words.

"Easy there, I've got you. Jesus, are you trying to get away or...?"

"No," he interrupted me. "More, Ace, I need more... something. I feel like I'm going crazy or coming apart. Fuck me harder," he demanded and his body jerked hard enough to almost throw me off.

"Calm down," I ordered him and held completely still. After a few seconds he settled down, mostly. "Good, good," I praised him and kept up the soothing stroking of my hands on him. "Just relax and open up. Feel the way my cock is moving inside you, lover. Let it build up and we'll get there, together. Can you do that for me?"

"I can do that," he mumbled and let his shoulders fall back to the bed. I added more lube to the exposed part of my shaft before I very slowly began fucking him. Gradually I worked both of us up the pace I'd been at before.

Josh seemed to follow my advice and his body fell into a rhythm with mine, even the flexing in his ass synched up with the penetration of my prick. Then it was even better and I couldn't hold back the tears as I fucked the beautiful man I loved.

I made love to Josh for well over two hours. Tears of sheer joy fell on his back and shoulders. I paused twice to make love with my tongue, couldn't resist the somewhat gaping hole, my cock made him wide open for it. But I needed to be inside him at the end. I shot him full of cum and made him go off in the sheets. Neither of us touched his cock.

There was a long silence that followed. Too long. I started to get worried.

"You have to say something, Josh, so I'll know it was right; that we did the right thing." He rolled over onto his back and looked up at the ceiling.

"I'm trying to find the words," he said in a husky whisper and he threw his forearm across his eyes.

"You don't need a lot of words," I said.

But he paused again. "You love me, don't you?" he said.

"Too much," I said.

"I felt it," he said. "I don't want to hurt you by saying this, but I felt it more than with Linda."

"Josh......"

"No, let me say it. It takes nothing away from my wife, or us. I told you, I make love to her, and that's the way it should be. I make love to her and she responds in a hundred different ways, but she doesn't make love to me. I'm okay with that. You made love to me. That's all I'm saying."

"You said a lot."

"I felt a lot," he said. "I felt your tears on my back."

I bit my lip. "I don't know how anything can possibly come from this," I said.

"I do. If you stay in the Marines, well, we take what we can, and we give what we can. I can do that now. I know how to give. If you decide to get out, I want you close by Linda and me. If you find that hunk that you deserve to be your life partner, I still want you close by Linda and me. I want you in my life, no matter what."

I was fast forwarding in my brain, visualizing it. I didn't respond quickly enough and he punched me in the arm.

"It can work," he said.

"Yes," I said. "Yes, I believe it can."

The End

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Breakfast Room, Hotel am Berg