It was the spring of 1918, and I am just finishing my senior year of high school. My name is William, and I live in a farming community of Kansas in the US, just outside of Lawrence. It has already been warmer than usual, and the guys and I from my class have been to the lake fishing, skinny dipping and playing in the water. The country is at war, and we are all enjoying what may be our last days together before getting draft notices for the war. Our community is full of German immigrants who left the Fatherland to avoid the war. Several of my best friends, Wilhelm, Karl, and Johann (John)are in hoping to not get drafted for fear of fighting family. I don't want to get drafted, but we are at war. The country has to be defended.
After several more weeks, final exams are completed, graduation ceremonies are done, and we have all been to the draft board office to register. And, like clockwork, within 30 days, I received my notice that I am being sent to bootcamp and then to Germany. I reported to Fort Hood for training and conditioning and successfully completed training in 5 weeks. The next thing I know, I am on a ship headed to London to meet up with my platoon and be deployed to Germany. Four weeks later I find myself in the back of a large truck with a dozen other guys. We were all discussing how nervous and scared we were to be going to war, but we knew we were well trained and ready. One of the guys in my platoon, Erich, had gone through training with me in Texas. He too just graduated from secondary school, but he was an athlete. He ran track and threw the shotput. His arms were well developed, and he had quite muscular legs. I caught myself staring at his physique several times while we were at camp, but chalked it off to admiration of his development. Prior to camp, I was one of the skinner kids and had a string bean physique.
We arrived in Bavaria and rolled into a region just north and west of Munich that had very little fighting. The war efforts had already partially ravaged this area, and we were in under the radar of the Germans. The first night we arrived, we found an unoccupied barn that would serve as a temporary shelter until we move again. Erich and I went up to the hayloft to stand guard to make sure no one entered the barn. All of a sudden, I had the urge to piss. I told Erich that I had to go, and he said not to pee in the loft or down the wall...it will give us away. Pee over the edge on the ground. Just as I unzipped and pulled my dick out to pee, the barn door opens...it's a pair of German soldiers. Erich pulled me to the ground with my dick out and covered my mouth. He knew we would be dead if they knew we were there. They walked in and were preparing to bed down for the night too. Shit! Now we have trouble. I heard them call each other Hans and Karl. Hans was a gorgeous specimen – tall, tightly shaven blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and a tight khaki German uniform that had a nice big bulge at the cock... Karl was an absolute German god of a man – tightly shaven red hair, green eyes, average build and his cock package was slightly bulged too. By now, my desire to pee had subsided as I had started a boner on the rise.
Erich put a hand over my mouth and shushed me not to say a word. Obviously, the Germans were familiar with this barn and they started to get undressed for the evening. They both shed their uniform shirts and pants and unfolded a blanket to sleep in the stall. The other unfolded another blanket. Because it was confining quarters, they must have decided to share one blanket on the ground and one over them. The next thing I knew, Karl had skinnied out of his shorts and was nude – obviously he slept nude. He laid down on the blanket and Hans laid down with his front curled around Karl's butt – almost like spooning. He pulled the blanket up over both of them and laid a rifle on each side of them. Erich and I were virtually motionless, but we could see through the floorboards to keep an eye on the Germans.
Night quickly fell and all of a sudden, I heard a quiet groaning coming from the stall below. I looked through the boards and could see what appeared to be the German's kissing – sensually kissing! I nudged Erich and pointed down for him to look. Obviously, what I thought I saw was correct – he lipped, "They're kissing!" I nodded and put my finger over my lips to signal to be quiet. This kissing went on passionately for a couple minutes and the next thing I know, I hear groaning. I look back down through the floorboards and the top blanket is off. Hans is out of his underwear, and he is attempting to penetrate Karl. I could hear the groaning of Hans pushing against Karl's asshole, and then I heard what sounded like a yipe as Hans must have gotten past Karl's sphincters. I looked down again and Hans had Karl's legs in the air and was slowly fucking Karl while periodically kissing him. Karl's boner glistened in the moonlight through the window periodically, and the next thing I knew, I had sprung a rock-hard, painful boner. I looked over at Erich, and he too had sprung a boner, and he was trying to carefully soothe it through his uniform pants.
The Germans continued to fuck, but my curiosity was getting the best of me. I wanted to see more. I tried to shift, but the loft squeaked a bit. We froze. The Germans were so engrossed in fucking that they were oblivious to us. They continued in the adult sexual activities. I think Erich was more enthralled with watching them that he motioned that we should jump down and surprise them. I shook my head no, but I knew he was going. We both grabbed our rifles and jumped over the edge of the loft – an 8' drop. We obviously caught them with the element of surprise and with the literal pants down. We had our rifles drawn on them, but they were more interested in each other than us. They both reached over and grabbed to muzzle of their rifles and handed them to us. They were quite wearied on horny, as they were both naked and both had huge boners. They started to get up, and we put a bead on them out of fear. They were both quite observant and had noticed that both Erich and I had partially risen boners in our uniform pants. They proceeded to crawl over and reach up and caress our cocks. Erich looked totally shocked, as I am sure I did. The next thing I know, they had unzipped our uniform pants and had fished our cocks out of our trousers. They immediately put our cocks in their mouths and proceeded to slide up and down our cocks getting up harder and harder. I looked over at Erich, and he had his eyes rolled up in the top of his head. He was enjoying a German soldier blowjob. I reached over and nudged him and motioned to lay down his rifle. We laid them on the side of the stall and let the Germans proceed. All of a sudden, both of the German's stopped and turned around presenting their asses to us. I said to Erich, "They want us to fuck them!"
All of a sudden, Karl said, "Ja! Fuchen mein arse!" Hans concurred, " Ja. Ja! Ja!!"
I looked at Erich and said, "When in Germany...", and smiled.
I had not seen Erich's cock, but my cock is about 6" erect, uncut and encircled by a brown bush of fur. I had wanted to see Erich's cock, but didn't know how to make that opportunity. He turned to the moonlight coming through the window and pulled down his uniform pants. His cock was huge. His cock was almost fully hard and every bit of 11" long and uncut. He had a gorgeous fire-mane of a bush.
I lined up behind Hans and spit on his hole. I knew they had been fucking and Karl should be somewhat lubed, but I don't know if anyone was going to be prepared for Erich's cock. I pushed into Hans and got through the first sphincter. He groaned, "Mein Gott!" I wrapped one arm around his waist so I could feel him exhale and the other arm around his chest so I could feel his nipple. As he exhaled, I pushed into him and straight past the second sphincter. He whispered, "Auch, lieber." I held him until his breathing returned to normal...not panicked.
Erich had been spitting on Karl's ass and had two fingers inside of him trying to prepare him for his cock – as much as it could be. If I know anything about Erich, however, being sensitive or concerned is not going to be his focus. I was expecting him to push in past all sphincters and into Karl regardless of pain. Erich did notice that I had my arms around the torso of Hans, and he pushed Karl's chest to the ground and placed his hands on Karl's hipbones. Then he plunged all 11" of erect cock straight into Karl. Karl screamed in pain. Erich quickly put his hand over Karl's mouth so as to muffle any other sounds. I saw Karl's face, and he had tears running. I quietly said to Erich, "Take it easy...that may have been a bit too rough..."
Karl's head was still on the ground, but he was slowly regaining composure. Erich was slowly starting to pump his cock into Karl. I too was riding Hans' ass and plunging in and out, almost pulling my cock out and repenetrating with every thrust. Hans had a rock hard erection and was thoroughly enjoying being ridden by an American. Karl was groaning too, but he was still working on accommodating Erich's massive meat. Erich was caressing Karl's back and kept pushing down his hips to penetrate better. I looked over and could see that Erich had every inch buried into Karl's ass. With every thrust and bang into his intestinal wall, Karl shook. He was being wracked with ecstasy.
Then, Erich said to me, "Let's fuck em till they cum! Make eme scream!!" Erich reached around and grabbed each of our pairs of GI underwear and rolled them up and stuffed them in the guys' mouths...just in case." I fucked Hans for less than 5 more minutes and was rubbing the skin between his cock and asshole between his legs to get him built to a nut-busting orgasm. I want him to cum, but not draw attention to anyone outside – if they are there. Hans started quivering and I took the underwear out of his mouth and put them below his cock so he would cum on mine. He was shaking so hard and finally cut loose a huge load on my boxers.
Erich was working on bringing Karl to an explosive orgasm. He was pummeling his ass with his cock, and had pulled his arms onto his back and was holding them there with one hand. He was stroking Karl with the other hand working him closely to an orgasm and stopping. Erich kept this up for a good 20 minutes and Karl was begging in German to cum. His body was aching to cum and his cock was pulsing feverishly after every time he edged him to orgasm. Karl had tears in his eyes again, but this time they were tears of pleasure. I have to admit that it was pretty exciting. Finally, Erich decided it was time for him to cum as well as Karl. He aimed his big cock over Karl's prostate and rub over it with every thrust. Karl was now having prostate orgasms and leaking cum out his cock. Erich methodically fucked Karl and reached around and grabbed his cock and started stroking it slowly while fucking his ass. Finally, Erich had rubbed his cock long enough that he pumped a gigantic load of cum deep into the loins of Karl. Erich left his cock inside Karl, as he wanted to ride out his orgasm. Karl's legs started shaking and Erich rubbed his cock to force him to shoot his load into his boxers. Karl's uncut cock shot mound after mound of thick, creamy cum. Erich grabbed the back of the bottom of his shaft and milked every drop of cum he could drain. Then he rubbed to hood of Karl's cock to force a harder orgasm. With Erich's semi-erect cock still in his ass enshrouded in his cum, Karl whispered, "Nein, mein liebe, nein!"
I heard Karl say that and whispered to Erich, "Did you understand that?" Erich shook his head no.
I said, "Karl called you, `...my love...'"
It was now well into the night, very early morning. We all decided to just sleep together in the stall. Erich left his cock in Karl's dripping ass all night until arising in the morning. Both of us awoke to fully dressed Germans kneeling down over us and giving us each a passionate kiss and saying, "Danke, mein Schatz."
We passionately each reciprocated the kiss, responding, "Bitte..." We never saw either of the guys again, and each wondered for years what happened to them. The closure of the barn door was the closure of what could have been a beautiful pair of relationships.
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