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 Chapter 26 Heinrich Ken's stay in Berlin continued to be exciting.  Besides
having Hans to guide him and warm him, he now had Richard, Paul, and Helga.
When he wasn't busy meeting new people through Hans, he spent his day at
the warehouse watching the filming, being titillated by the orgies that
unfolded before his eyes.  There were instances too numerous to mention of
Ken easing into a scene, fucking or sucking or being fucked and being
sucked.  About the third week of Ken's stay, Hans suggested that he drive
to Munich where he kept an apartment.  "You owe it to yourself to see
Bavaria and the wonderful city of Munich," he insisted.  He also gave him a
list of contacts to look up while he was there, contacts who would be both
amusing and helpful.  "Above all, I want you to meet Heinrich, a farmer
living in the Tyrol between Munich and Salzburg.  The setting is idyllic
and you won't meet two nicer people in the world than Heinrich and his wife
Maria.  Ken brightened at this suggestion and decided to leave in the
morning.  "I wanted to see Munich anyway and would have before I left.  But
your offer is too nice to refuse," he gleamed.  Hans added, "Stay the week.
I'll come down next weekend and we can spend the weekend meeting some
friends of mine." Ken rented a car the next day and left early in the
morning.  It took him a leisurely 6 hours or so to drive to Munich and he
found the apartment handily.  Unpacking, he relaxed for an hour or so. 
Then he decided to head for the Hofbrauhaus, Munich's most famous beer
hall, a short walk from the apartment.  Noted for its gemutlickheit, Ken
took a seat near the Oompah Band at a long table with the other denizens of
the beer hall.  Most of the men were old timers, a few dressed in
lederhosen, the traditional garb of Bavaria.  Ken often wondered whether
the wearers of the short lederhosen had anything under their short pants.
His curiosity was akin to his desire to see what was under the kilts of
Scotchmen.  It wasn't long before introductions were made all around and
the partying began.  It was all great camaraderie, singing, clapping,
embracing and even an occasional kiss.  The old timer sitting next to Ken
was particularly interesting.  He was a small, thin man.  His gray hair
poured out from under his Tyrolean hat and accented a pair of twinkling
blue eyes set deep amid his roseate cheeks.  He spoke some English and,
along with Ken's high school German, they got along quite well.  The short
lederhosen revealed strong legs, with an abundance of gray hairs emanating
from his thighs, flowing upward into his crotch.  An ample bulge was in
evidence and, if that weren't enough, Ken thought he noticed a cockhead
oozing from the end of his pant leg.  This tantalized him and he strove to
catch a closer look.  Several times, he dropped things on the floor so as
to be able to reach down and get a closer look.  On the third go, Viktor,
as he was called, moved to accommodate Ken who stooped to pick up a beer
coaster that fell on the floor.  In the move, Viktor's pant leg slid upward
and out slid the bulbous head of an uncut cock.  If Viktor were aware of
his showing, it was hard to tell.  But Ken thought he detected a playful
smile on his face and continued to drink his beer.  He also sidled closer
to Viktor until their legs touched.  Pressure made no difference.  Viktor's
leg stood rigid.  Ken even detected some response from Viktor, his leg
pressing back toward Ken.  There was no mistaking, at this point, Viktor's
willingness to go along with the seduction.  In fact, shortly after the leg
rubbing began, Viktor placed his left hand on Ken's leg and moved it
suggestively along the inside of the groin, stopping short of feeling Ken's
cock which by this time stood rigid.  With that, Ken's right hand moved
toward Viktor's leg and let it roam freely along the bare knee protruding
from the short lederhosen.  Having made this initial contact, he let his
hand move even more freely.  It found its way into the pant leg, following
the sensuousness of the hair that seemed to thicken as it inched forward
along the groin toward the crotch.  He wasn't far into the pant leg when he
encountered Viktor's rigid cock, its head wet with excitement.  It had to
be anywhere from 7 to 8 inches in length with a circumference of at least 5
inches.  Perspiration broke out on Ken's forehead and he began to shake
from the excitement.  He persisted in this quest for several more minutes
and then excused himself to go to the bathroom.  The bulge in his pants was
evident but he managed to conceal it from the others with his hat as he
rose.  Once in the bathroom, he headed for a stall, his cock too hard for
any open stance at the long trough-like urinals.  After he emerged, there
stood Viktor, grinning his acceptance, saying, "Can we go someplace tonight
together?  I'm too far from my home and, besides, my wife would be there."
Still breathless from the excitement, Ken could barely utter, "Of course.
Come home with me and stay the night if you can.  Let's finish our beers
and leave after that." Viktor nodded and whispered in Ken's ear,
"Wunderbar!" Ken returned to the table and, shortly, Viktor rejoined him.
After some perfunctory conversation with the others at the table, both Ken
and Viktor excused themselves and left.  Outside the Hofbrauhaus, the
conversation took on new meaning.  Ken began, "My place, my friend's place,
I mean, is very near.  I'm staying there for the week, alone, except for
several days that I expect to be out of the city visiting.  In the
meantime, we have the entire apartment to ourselves." Viktor, meanwhile,
took Ken's arm and held him close as they walked toward the apartment,
managing to utter kind words of encouragement.  "When I first saw you
tonight, I hoped you would sit next to me.  I wanted to be close to you and
now we will be spending the night together in a closeness for which I can
hardly wait." They arrived quickly at the apartment and entered.  No sooner
did they enter than they embraced and kissed deeply, their hands roaming
freely over each other's body, seeking close intimacy.  Maintaining their
kissing, they managed to rid themselves of their clothes and embraced in a
new intimacy of warmth and passion, their naked bodies pressing hard,
Viktor's cock wedged between Ken's legs, Ken's cock pressing and throbbing
on Viktor's hot stomach.  They staggered toward the bedroom and fell on the
bed wrapped in passion.  Each strove to devour the other until they moved
into a position of comfort and began the joyful tasting and sucking of each
other's cock, balls and groin.  Viktor's cock was all that Ken expected it
to be and more.  Eight inches of throbbing cock was his reward.  He lay
with his head on Viktor's left leg, his face and mouth in immediate contact
with his balls and asshole, sucking, teasing, loving alternatingly his
cock, his balls and his asshole.  As he sucked his balls, Viktor's moans
attested to his ecstasy.  And in his passion, he probed Ken's rigid cock
and massaged his balls and asshole tenderly.  The night was young but the
moment of passion was intense for Ken and Viktor.  Ken needed to feel
Viktor's hot cock and passion and moved to the edge of the bed and lay on
his back, raising his legs high.  Viktor's passion met Ken's as he inserted
his hot and throbbing eight-inch cock deep in Ken's asshole and thrust deep
and wildly, melding his moans with those of Ken's.  It wasn't long.  Viktor
stabbed deep and hard and, in seconds, screamed, "Gott in Himmel.  Take it
Ken.  He shot his hot load into Ken's receptive hole, withdrawing it
momentarily and letting some of it spurt on Ken's chest and face.  Ken
motioned for his cock and took it deep into his mouth, sucking the last of
Viktor's hot juices from his still throbbing cock.  Ken massaged his cock
with Viktor's cum and, still on his back, shot his hot load on Viktor's
chest and cock.  Raising up, he laid Viktor on his back on the bed and
licked him all over until the last remnant of his cum disappeared.  Then
Ken lay in spoon fashion in Viktor's arms, Viktor inserting his still hard
cock in Ken's ass, and they slept.  The night continued this way.  They
would wake and begin their lovemaking anew.  They changed roles often, Ken
fucking Viktor; Viktor fucking Ken.  Twice more during the night they
loved. Once, Ken woke to find Viktor sucking his cock deeply and lay back
enjoying the moment, giving Viktor more of his hot cum.  Later, Ken
reciprocated, taking Viktor's hot load.  The morning arrived too quickly
for both of them.  They managed to shower between their lovemaking and go
to breakfast.  Over breakfast, Viktor lamented leaving saying, "Ken, I must
get home to my wife.  She'll be wondering where I am and begin to worry. 
Otherwise, she's very understanding.  Perhaps, if there is time, I would
like you to meet her.  I'll mention that I met you and that we spent the
night together, omitting, of course, our loving.  This will leave the door
open for other lovemaking should you have the time." "That's great," added
Ken.  "Here's my phone number and address in case you need to get in touch
with me.  I'll probably be gone for the next two or three days, and, after
that, we can resume our friendship." The rest of the day went calmly for
Ken.  He phoned ahead to Heinrich to be sure that he would be expecting
him. Then he took in a few of the sites in Munich and went to bed early,
anticipating an early rise for his journey into the mountains and
Heinrich's farm.  The next day came quickly and Ken was on the road by 8 A.
M..  He wanted to avoid the Munich rush hour.  Soon he was into the
suburbs, then the country, headed towards Salzburg and his encounter with
Heinrich.  After two hours, he came to the Spielbach exit and headed into
the village and the road that led to Heinrich's farm, deep in the foothills
of the Tyrolean Alps.  Another 45 minutes passed and the road ended at a
green and verdant pasture with hundreds of sheep grazing in this idyllic
setting.  Another road led to Heinrich's farmhouse and barn.  In a typical
Tyrolean fashion, the house and the barn were one.  The architecture was
Bavarian and Tyrolean, with intricate wood scrolls embedded in the
superstructure, adding accent to uniquely different form.  Even more
interesting, the house was completely surrounded by a balcony on which he
made out the figure of a female busying herself with watering a profusion
of geraniums that poured from the flower boxes hanging from the balustrade
of the balcony.  Near the barn, he made out another figure of a man, tall,
bronzed, strong, a shock of gray hair protruding from under his green loden
cap.  He parked near the barn and walked towards the figure that would
become his lover for the next three days.  And what a lover!  Heinrich was
the stereotypical Tyrolean: tall in stature, with strong legs and arms,
necessary physical traits for the hard work of farming and shepherding. 
The ruddy complexion complemented his white gray hair that oozed from under
his cap, down the nape of his neck and up his chest, spewing from under his
shirt to his chin.  Heinrich spoke first, "Gruss Gott," he roared in his
guttural German dialect, at the same time embracing Ken warmly.  The
strength of his arms overwhelmed Ken as he pressed close to Heinrich's
body, smelling the muskiness of his manhood.

   "Gruss Gott," Ken replied, wanting never to leave his embrace.  "What a
beautiful place you have here," he added.  "I'm looking forward to every
aspect of my stay with you." "Let's go to the house and meet my wife Maria
and get you settled, and then I'll take you on a tour of the spread,"
Heinrich smiled.  They accomplished the formalities quickly.  Ken sensed
that Heinrich wanted to get on to bigger and better things.  After viewing
the house, they went to the barn and viewed the assorted livestock: some
pigs, a few cows, a bull, several horses and a paddock of sheep.  Heinrich
patted one of the sheep and said, "This is Henrietta, my favorite.  Maybe
you'll get to know her a little better later," he winked.  We wandered to
another part of the barn in the loft where we came to a room fitted out
with a bed.  Heinrich moved toward Ken and drew him in close to his body
and kissed him deeply.  Their tongues intertwined and searched the crevices
of their mouths, their hands moving to explore each other's body in deep
passion.  "Let's get naked," Heinrich whispered hoarsely.  Ken's agreement
took form in stripping quickly, massaging his hard dick until droplets of
precum formed at the head.  Heinrich knelt before Ken and sucked deeply,
his tongue searching out the drops that flowed freely.  He alternated his
deep suck by taking Ken's balls fully into his mouth and tenderly applying
a downward sucking pressure that made Ken's cock even harder.  Ken bent
over, giving freer access to his balls and asshole, which Heinrich probed
passionately.  It was Ken's turn.  He lay Heinrich on the bed and knelt
over his face with his cock and balls directly over Heinrich's mouth.  In
this 69 position, he took fully Heinrich's cock and sucked deliriously. 
Heinrich's tongue, meanwhile, sucked Ken's cock and balls, which hovered
just above his mouth and face.  The fervor of their passion took hold now.
Heinrich's moans started the release.  It began with "Ach mein liebe," and
ended in the contraction of his cock and the spurt of hot cum into Ken's
mouth.  Ken reciprocated and shot a hot load deep into Heinrich's throat,
fucking his mouth feverishly.  Then they lay on their sides, their cocks
deep in one another's mouth, and rested.  Ken spoke first.  "That was some
quickie," he whispered.  "There will be many more," Heinrich responded. 
"At least I hope there will be." They dressed and headed back to the house
where Maria was preparing a sumptuous dinner.  They showered before that.
Heinrich managed to slip in the shower with Ken while Maria prepared the
table and they took turns soaping each other's backs and cocks as well as
probing each other's assholes with their warm and soapy dicks.  Their
playfulness came to an end after Heinrich heard Maria's call for dinner. 
The dinner was joyful.  Heinrich and Maria seldom received guests and Ken's
presence gave them cause to rejoice in true Bavarian fashion.  After
dinner, they settled into some comfortable chairs on the balcony facing the
Alps and talked about sundry things of little or no consequence.  The post
aperitifs put them in a pleasant mood until midnight when they all agreed
that a good night's rest might do them all some good.  Heinrich and Maria
slept in different rooms and about an hour into resting, Ken heard his door
open and felt Heinrich slip into his bed quietly, naked and hard.  "My cock
has been aching all evening for your asshole," he whispered.  Since Ken was
already naked, Heinrich turned Ken on his belly and inserted his already
lubricated and hard cock deep into his ass.  He fucked him hard, while Ken,
still remembering their short sexual exploit in the shower, urged him to
fuck him hard and deep.  His whole body tingled sexually as Heinrich drove
his large, hard cock deeper and deeper.  Heinrich came with several short
and deep, almost violent, thrusts, burying his face in a pillow to stifle
the groans of ecstasy that emanated deep from within his throat.  As he did
so, Ken turned him over on his back and sat on his still hard cock and
jerked himself with a frenzy and shot his hot load over Heinrich's chest,
some of the hot cum reaching his mouth and face.  He bent over and licked
his cum from Heinrich's hairy belly and chest and kissed him fully on the
mouth, sharing his cum in this intimate gesture.  They lay this way for a
half hour or so, resting.  Heinrich rose to leave, saying as he left,
"Sleep as late as you want in the morning.  Maria will have breakfast ready
for you when you wake." Morning came quickly.  But it was a restful night,
almost idyllic.  After breakfast, Ken wandered out to the barn to find
Heinrich.  He found him feeding some of the animals and interrupted him
with the usual Bavarian greeting, "Gruss Gott." Heinrich's face brightened
at seeing Ken.  "This morning I want you to meet my Henrietta!  Have you
ever fucked a sheep Ken?  Let me show you how it's done." He led Henrietta
to a separator stall spread with dry, clean straw.  He unabashedly stripped
naked, including his shoes, and wrapped his arms under Henrietta's belly,
raising her with her back to his chest and belly and fell onto the straw on
his side.  His large, hard cock searched for Henrietta's hole and drove it
in with one thrust.  Watching this spectacle was overpowering for Ken.  His
cock jolted to a hardness that was new to him.  He remembered thinking that
it was the combination of seeing Heinrich's nakedness and hardness as the
stimuli for this new sexual emotion.  Henrietta was obviously comfortable
with her lover for she lay quietly and receptive to Heinrich's thrusts. 
Heinrich's ass and hips moved rhythmically as his hard cock dipped deep
into the sheep's hole.  Ken stood close so he could watch the inward thrust
and withdrawal, noting especially the shine of the natural lubrication of
the sheep on Heinrich's cock.  It excited him and he disrobed to prepare
himself for his once in a lifetime opportunity.  Ken's nakedness seemed to
spur Heinrich on and, before long, the familiar long and deep thrusts of
Heinrich's hips were evident.  He shot his hot load into Henrietta
screaming, "Ja, ja.  Take it all.  Ja, jaaaaaa, jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." With
that he yelled to Ken to lie in his place as he held Henrietta.  Ken slid
in as Heinrich pulled out and felt the warmth and the wetness of Heinrich's
cum inside the sheep.  The warmth, the wetness, the receptivity of the
sheep, the complete oddity of this new experience contributed to the
intensity of the sexual reaction Ken felt in his groin and testicles.  He
felt his orgasm welling up in his testicles and, within seconds, his cock
poured its passion into the sheep's hole.  Like Heinrich, he couldn't hold
back his excitement and cried out uninhibitedly, "Oh yes.  Take it baby. 
Take it.  Taaaaakkkkke it!" at the same time driving his cock deep into
Henrietta's hot hole, mingling his cum with that of Heinrich's. 
Afterwards, Heinrich raised the sheep and lay with Ken, face to face, their
bellies and cocks rubbing and rested.  The sheep retreated a few feet from
them and lay to lick her asshole as if enjoying the fruits of their labor.
The rest of the day went uneventfully except for their late night fuck
before they went to sleep.  Heinrich promised Ken a trip up the mountain
the next day.  Morning arrived and Ken rose with Heinrich and Maria, ate,
and left for their mountain trek.  They hiked to a forest glen high up on
the mountain where the view was absolutely magnificent.  A mountain stream,
clear, cool, refreshing ran through their resting place.  The stream had
gouged out little pools resembling perfectly formed bathtubs.  Trout swan
in the shallower pools and Heinrich suggested a refreshing dip in one of
the pools.  They stripped naked and entered the pool quickly to allow the
bodies to adjust to the coolness.  After the initial shock, the bodies grew
accustomed to the water.  Heinrich and Ken embraced, their nakedness
sending shivers down their spines.  With some manipulation, their cocks
grew rigid and they loved at the edge of the pool.  Heinrich, his legs in
the pool, his upper body arched over the lip, offered his ass to Ken.  His
hot tongue found Heinrich's hot hole and probed.  After a long and tender
massage of his asshole and balls, Ken drove his cock deep into Heinrich's
now very receptive asshole and fucked vigorously.  Before cumming, he
climbed atop the lip of the pool and shoved his hot cock into Heinrich's
mouth, the cum ricocheting off the back of his throat.  It was Ken's time
now.  He lay on his back on the green moss at the edge of the pool, his
legs upraised, and took Heinrich's cock deep into his hot ass.  Heinrich
came quickly, saving the last of his spurt for Ken's receptive mouth,
withdrawing his cock and raising up over Ken to let it dribble onto his
face and into his mouth.  And so it went for the next couple of days.  Ken
reluctantly announced to Heinrich and Maria that he would be leaving the
next day but, if they would have him, he would return at some later date.
"By all means, Ken, we would love to have you here.  Are you sure you won't
reconsider staying longer?" Maria beckoned.  "It makes us feel good to have
some company," Heinrich added.  "Thanks for your kindness and hospitality.
But I must be going.  I shall return, however," he insisted.  The next
morning, Ken left early, misty-eyed but in love with Bavaria and Heinrich
and Maria.  ========== Author: Jim Stanley is now 70 years old, a retired
senior who enjoys sex tremendously.  Fantasy, he feels, is essential to
this mix and his stories reflect this.  Jim says to all those Wankers out
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