Public Baths 3
Cajuncock
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After that first night I'd managed to get almost 80 marks in tips from the young soldiers and their officers. Some of the young soldiers managed to slip off to the side with me. There the sex was more intense. I realized that for many of them it would be their last. Most would end up at the Russian front and never see Germany again. I felt bad for them. But at least they had a few minutes of joy and pleasure with me.
The war dragged on. More and more young men were sent far away to the eastern front. The boys in the baths were exempted for some reason. I'd heard stories of the brutal treatment handed out to captured soldiers by both the Russians and the allies. But for us the parties continued. I did notice that the senior officers who visited the establishment were now often alone. I did miss the vigorous sex of the younger soldiers. My once innocent body now craved sex with those young men.
Things gradually got worse. The owner fearing an invasion by the soviet armies began hoarding money and supplies. Often, I would see the customers paying in bits of gold or silver. Word began to filter in from the eastern front. Our army was being pushed back. Local groups had also taken up against our men. Food was in short supply. We set up garden plots on vacant land around the city. Each morning some of us were sent to gather what meager food we could find.
As the word that the American troops were advancing closer to Munich, it was decided that we would abandon the city and go out into the rural areas. We loaded what we could carry into cars and a few old trucks and headed west deep into Bavaria. After a full day of very slow progress, we reached a once luxurious estate that had been abandoned by the owners. We decided that we were a safe distance from the city and the allied bombers.
Each of us was given a duty roster working on the garden plot or attending the livestock. Our former lives were now converted to simply staying alive. This new life helped us to maintain our physical condition. We lived on what we could produce or barter with the local farmers. Sex was restricted to our own selves. We did not want to arouse the curious locals. We did adopt a monastic habit out of necessity. It was not the best of lives. But we considered ourselves lucky. At least we had not been carted off to the front to become cannon fodder.
But the war soon came to our rural lives. A troop of American soldiers arrived in the village. They did a quick assessment and announced that they would respect all of the locals as non-combatants. One officer visited our compound and assumed that we were all young monks. We did not need to inform him otherwise. His commanding officer, a young, very handsome, captain took up residence in the town hall. His men were assigned to occupy the local school. The local people were satisfied to leave well enough alone. They did not reveal our real secret.
The young captain decided to visit our compound , a mere social call. The former owner of the baths had transformed himself into a sort of leader of the group of us. He met with the young captain offering him some of the local brew. They talked for an hour before the American was led on a tour. Some of my co-workers took a shine to the captain. After all, he was new and we were all restricted to our own company for sex for so many months. A few of my fellows offered to entertain the occupying troops with music and drink if they wished to visit us. The captain thought that some would welcome the chance to get away from their fellow soldiers. He, himself would bring a few junior officers over to set an example for the soldiers. It was agreed that they would visit the next Friday. We busied ourselves with preparations for their visit. Some of the old decorations and furniture were pulled out. Bottles of the local wine were hauled out along with cheese and freshly baked bread. We even spent time preparing our monk like habits to display our physical attributes.
Friday arrived at last. We spent time preparing our own vegetables, cakes, and some meat for our guests. They arrived in a jeep, the captain driving. The 4 men in their best uniforms were greeted by our leader and shown into the main hall. A few of the more talented of our group were assigned to play the musical instruments that were brought from Munich. Toasts were offered- over and over again. As the wine flowed the Americans began to loosen up removing their jackets, then their ties. We took them to see the modest sauna we had constructed using the natural hot springs on the property. We had also built a common shower and bathing pool using those same springs. They had never seen such in their native country. We invited them to relax. They demurred saying that they did not have the proper clothing. I responded that being a community of men we had no such hesitations. I dropped my dark robe to reveal that I wore nothing beneath it. I stepped into the warm mineral waters. My companions did the same. Our guests stood watching before they too joined us naked.
The bathing pool was large enough for 12 men. But now there were 15 there enjoying the mineral waters. It was inevitable that bodies would bump into each other, and the contact did cause cocks to harden by this occasional contact. Our sex starved guests soon dropped all pretext of accidental touching. Their hands grabbed at available bodies. Each of the four guests had 3 of our group available to him. Bodies were touched, rubbed, and fondled. Moans of pleasure soon filled the space as sexual tension was released.
We were in the warm water for an hour. At the end of the time each of the 16 of us had released 3 loads of our pent-up sperm. The Americans thanked us profusely for our hospitality assuring us that their troops were certainly going to visit.
After their departure, we assembled to assess the night. By common consent we all agreed that having The Americans nearby would be a benefit to everyone. Over the next three weeks, the Allied troops expanded their presence. French and British forces joined the others and built their own bases in the area. Our little enterprise prospered. The villagers were happy for the prospect of these men spending money locally. They were also aware that our small compound would keep the troops so satisfied that the local girls would be safe. But some of those same pure girls soon found the foreign men attractive. We did not object since 6000 troops were enough to occupy everyone.
The war soon ended with a surrender of our government, such as it was. We were safely in the Western allied zone. By common consent we had recruited additional young men to the compound. Our leader had decided to return to Munich to reclaim his old place. This left us with a need for some new direction and new leadership. We assessed our needs and our skills. It was decided that we wound remain as a quasi-monastic unit. The occupying authority gave permission for us to set up a high school type of unit for boys from the nearby bombed cities. We welcomed the young men and carefully selected a few who might join our inner circle. Over the next post war years, we managed to secure a place in the local community. No one complained.
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