I awoke to his stickiness on my groin and lay there fully enjoying it, purring like a kitten. The Colonel seemed oddly zealous, perhaps even fervent using two fingers inside my rectum while the others kneaded my testicles which lay nested in his palm. The other hand held the base of my saliva slick shaft that his mouth and tongue ravished until I sounded a blasphemy of words that had my aunt heard, would surely have earned me a slap and a mouthful of soap.
It wasn’t but a few minutes of eagerly performing my duties in returned favor, when the familiar twitch gave way to several throbs ejecting his half-ounce of warm bitter milk. The hand on my head was again applied but only lightly to tousle my hair after his orgasm. I surmised that he was assured that I knew my place by then, the gesture signified a job well done.
Afterward, we dressed. Sensing my insecurity, he took my hand to walk out into the kitchen to face my uncle, whose feet I saw were wrapped in gauze. Our eyes locked briefly. His expressionless face spoke volumes. There was not a hint of remorse, only hate did I see. I wished that I had kept the German’s ejaculate in my mouth and spit it in my uncle’s hypocritical face. The difficult part was facing my aunt. If she only knew what her husband had attempted to do to me that led to his having scorched feet.
Again that morning, The Colonel took me with him to the base camp and to what must have been his office. A tall man rose from the desk and saluted, making way for the Colonel to sit. I assumed it was a shift change because whatever rank the tired-looking man held must have been of importance but perhaps a level lower than the Colonel. He had been responsible to oversee the night activities. He was younger and quite tall with handsome features. He had blond hair and his bright blue eyes scanned over me and a friendly smile beamed which I graciously returned. The men conversed and laughed conspiratorially. As they carried on their conversation, and in full view of my Colonel, this other officer ran a hand through my hair and down my cheek. I had picked up several German words and blushed when I understood him to say I was a pretty boy.
Coffee was delivered and the two men became engrossed in a discussion which I assumed was military business. Afterwards, the two men rose and saluted. I thought the man was reaching to politely shake my hand to say goodbye, but he held it and pulled me out of my chair. I was bewildered and looked to the Colonel who only smiled at me and motioned for me to accompany the man.
The officer led me to the rear of the tented structure and opened a canvas flap exposing another room. I saw immediately that we were in the sleeping quarters and I realized what was expected of me. Two cots and lockers on either side of the small room were the only furnishings. He began to undress and hung each item of his uniform with meticulous care. He motioned to me to take off my clothes as well. I was disheartened by the fact that the Colonel was sharing me.
I stood naked covering myself with my hands and watched him fuss with his uniform. He paid no attention to me until he had stripped naked and then he turned to me with a broad smile. He had a very nice muscular body and was hairless except for his groin area. His penis hung flaccid and, although very fat, was oddly short in proportion to his physical size. His testicles were no larger than my own. He laid flat on the cot and motioned me between his legs. No further instructions were necessary, I knew exactly what my role was to be.
The mass of foreskin amused me. Even after he stiffened to full tumescence in my mouth, the length extended by only a mere few more centimeters but the skin remained remarkably fluid. I could lodge the chubby shaft right down to the base without gagging although his thick pubic hair tickled my nostrils.
The man displayed no emotion. There were no audible murmurs. All he did was lay there with a hand resting lightly atop my head. He occasionally caressed my hair. After I had developed one very stiff jaw and very long time later he finally spilled his semen in my mouth. It had a sweeter taste than that of the Colonel, I noted. It was tolerable. I realized then that all males must taste uniquely different.
I wondered why he wanted me naked if bumming me was not on the agenda. But he did look pleased to see that I was erect and made me stand beside the cot and masturbate myself in front of him. It took me a long time to reach orgasm, self-conscious as I was, but he was insistent that I do so. That strange fetish would become a daily routine thereafter.
When I was done, he dismissed me and I dressed. When I returned to the office side of the tent structure, a young soldier was standing at full attention near the door of the colonel’s office. He was blond and blue-eyed like myself. His uniform hung loosely from his slim frame and his utility belt holding various pieces of equipment seemed to weigh him down. The Colonel looked up and smiled at my presence from behind his desk and gave instructions to the boy soldier.
His name was Jon. In addition to German, he spoke perfect Polish and informed me that I was his charge for the day. It was a great relief to finally be able to communicate with someone in my own language. Jon would become a confidante and friend over the coming weeks but not before sheer dread had me trembling when he said he was taking me down to the beach. I fully anticipated being thrown to the wolves above the treeline and despaired that I just another village boy to be used and abused by the Colonel’s men by day and be his personal bed boy by night.
My nervous behavior didn’t go unnoticed by Jon on the walk down the ravine but he made no comment but he did have a puzzled look on his face indicated his awareness of it. I tried not to stare at boys huddled in the shade; the Germans apparently were not quite finished punishing the villagers.
I was grateful when we walked on by and I confess that I sighed in relief when Jon told me that I could go swimming and enjoy the water until lunchtime when we would be expected back at camp.
It was sweltering hot, more so than the previous day so I didn’t hesitate to undress and frolic in the cool lake. Nothing had changed from the previous day. Men came and went and naked village boys huddled together. Later, I would learn from Jon that the boys of my village were returned after dark, dropped in the town square while a fresh herd of lambs had been abducted from another nearby village early that morning.
I watched Jon sitting upon a log in shade. His focus seldom strayed from the goings-on at the forest’s edge. When I joined him, he occasionally surveyed my body squatted naked in front of him then would return his gaze down shore. Several times he slyly adjusted his discomfort within the confines of his ill-fitting trousers. I wondered if he desired me or, because he thought I was exclusive to the Colonel, just wished that he could use one of the other boys, if he hadn’t already joined in the previous day’s mayhem.
He was sweating profusely and I asked why he didn’t come in the water with me for a swim. He replied that he was on duty and would be punished severely since most of the men on the beach were his superiors. Several times we were interrupted by some of those angry-voiced men. Jon explained to me that they questioned our distance away from the common area. He told me that some even wanted to take me for themselves but, when they learned I was the Colonels’ boy and under Jon’s charge, they sheepishly apologized and retreated. Jon seemed to relish in the fact that he held that little power over his superiors.
I liked him a lot. I learned that he was the son of a German industrialist. His mother, on the other hand, was Polish which accounted for his fluency in the language. He had been conscripted by the army that very Spring but had not joined by choice. Because of his second language, he was placed in military intelligence but this really amounted to his being little more than a gopher and servant to the Colonel, whom he did like because he apparently the man treated him kindly. We talked about his home in Germany and mine here in Poland, our likes and dislikes and, after discovering a mutual love for the sport soccer.
I had so many questions to ask him and, my being of somewhat celebrity status, I didn’t hold back. I asked him if homosexuality was part of his homeland culture. He replied with a laugh that, no, it wasn’t a common practice but in war-time certain moral standards were overlooked. I knew he went out on a limb when he added that homo-sex within the ranks was not unheard of.
Enlisted men never refused the sexual advances of their superiors. That obedience, he claimed, was taught early in the Nazi Youth Program, a sub-military recruiting and training organization. Jon stressed that it was all justified in the name of war because men had basic needs that couldn’t be met simply because they weren’t at home in the company of their girlfriends and wives. I didn’t realize it at the time, but the Nazi commanders had brainwashed the young male adults. Perhaps sexual activity remained clandestine but the ultimate pedophile manipulation with military sanction was alive, well and flourishing.
Jon was hesitant when I boldly asked, but eventually admitted that he had indeed slept with many men, including the Colonel, who had been quite fond of him before my arrival. I detected a note of jealousy in his voice, his scan of my body done so with a glimmer of envy before he abruptly stood and told me to dress because it was time to go.
We enjoyed lunch in the officer’s mess. Stiff-hatted chefs carved legs of lamb and hams at a table in plain view while others prepared the final plates for the waiter staff that was as efficient as any fine restaurant. Others hovered around and decanted wine. Another dished out chocolate mousse dessert with my first taste of this deliciousness being granted to me when our waiter saw me licking the dish clean like I used to do with the bowl when mother finished icing a cake.
We sat with the obese major from the beach, along with the man with the small fat penis that I suckled that morning. Three other men with whom I was not familiar totally ignored my presence at the table. Their talk was boisterous and sounded angry but was generally followed with laughter. To me, German was a harsh, strange language. I was disappointed that the Major’s boy, Geoff, was not present
Under the watchful eye of my young guardian, Jon, the rest of the day was spent climbing on top and inside tanks and aboard rocket launchers that were hauled behind trucks. He let me drive the jeep around the compound, first, with me sitting between his legs learning to master the vehicle and then giving me the thrill of a lifetime, driving solo on the highway under strict instructions not to tell the Colonel.
Travelling down a dirt road simply to see where it led, we soon discovered a secluded beach situated at the lake head. We stripped off our clothes. It was easy for me but Jon took longer to shed his gear and uniform which he carefully hung on a tree branch.
Jon had a beautiful body, despite being so pale that his hands, always in the sunlight, stuck out in contrast to the rest of his sun deprived body. He was hairless except for a dark blond trail leading down from his navel which exploded in a thick blond, curly mass above his thick and long uncut manhood under which rested two flared, fully packed pink testicles.
It concerned me that, once again, I was admiring a young, well-developed male body. We frolicked around and dove for freshwater clams. We dared each other to eat the contents and both with an open shell to our mouths, grimaced as we sucked the gross slimy meat and swallowed so as one didn’t have bragging rights of outdoing the other. Both of us gagged and retched but did it not once, but several times.
We splashed and dunked each other, got into a wrestling match that escalated into groping which initiated erections and, in turn, initiated mutual masturbation. Even in the cool water, his hard cock was warm in my hand. We didn’t let go of the other as we made our way out of the water and dropped to the sand. Jon took control and we lay on our sides at opposite ends.
The moment was surreal when I took him in my mouth and he took me into his. I was blissfully content, Jon’s mouth was eager to please as was mine. We were equals, neither held any superiority over the other nor were we relentless in our efforts to please each other.
I was on the verge of explosion, my aching balls complained as I squeezed my groin muscles tight trying to prolong the inevitable. I could feel Jon’s cock begin to throb on my lips, each pulse being accompanied by a volley of sperm which I felt hitting the back of my palate. I let myself go, every muscle in my body tensed, quivering uncontrollably.
It was as if we were one being with one mind. In unison we each lifted a leg and straddled the others head between our thighs. We pulled each other’s penis deeper into the warm, wet confines of our mouths and throats. Our bodies trembled as muffled moans escaped from each of us as we greedily shared the fluids offered each other like starved gluttons. We remained in that position until long after the last moment of excitement waned.
Sand was embedded in our skin and sweat poured from our heads, another playful romp in the lake was invigorating. We found ourselves in an embrace and I forced my tongue into Jon’s mouth. He didn’t resist. It was life-changing; at that exact moment I knew that I was different, possibly a homosexual.
Jon and I found a shaded, grassy spot and lay down beside each other. He felt the need to reinforce his rationalization that it was war-time, that he wasn’t a homosexual, but only utilizing his training to combat loneliness and stress. When I told him I thought I was one, he corrected me saying that we were simply venting sexual frustrations upon the other, it meant nothing. I concurred, if only to allow him peace of mind, but in my heart I knew better.
I wanted him to fuck me, an English slang term, he taught me amongst a host of others descriptive words. What we did in the sand was called a blow-job, in a sixty-nine position, another term followed by clarification as to its visual significance of the position that made me laugh when it finally made sense.
Jon was very gentle and considerate laying on top of me and asking often if I was alright. It was painful at first, but I was determined to take Jon inside me with no idea exactly why. It wasn’t long before my bowel was full and much like the previous night with the Colonel, there was a pleasant sensation mixed with pain evolved.
Jon flipped me onto my back and I instinctively held my knees to my chest offering myself to him. He was neither rough nor was he gentle. I instinctively clenched my anus around his penis as he plowed deep inside of me. It felt so natural. The pace increased rapidly with excitement, a unified momentum ensued as I met his thrusts with my hips. His handsome face was blood-red, a vein protruded from his forehead above his ever changing facial expressions that displayed agony one moment, ecstasy the next.
My fingers dug into the grass and dirt and I screamed blissfully when he manhandled my genitals with both hands, pulling and squeezing until I could take no more and orgasmed which he captured and smeared over my belly and groin. Not long after, he shoved himself into me one last time and collapsed on top of my body forcing his tongue into my mouth in one last heated display of intimacy. I was in love, feeling that complex emotion for the very first time in my life.
Reluctantly, we disengaged our coupling and intimacy to dress and head back to the camp. I drove the jeep to within sight of the compound and then Jon took over. The guard at the entry gate screamed at Jon and the young man’s face went white. We were in definitely in trouble but that was very clear to me even before he explained why. We were late returning to the camp.
The Colonel was none too pleased when we presented ourselves in his office. He chastised Jon who stood straight and obedient accepting the wrath of his superior. He was finally dismissed. Jon clicked his heels and gave the Nazi salute before retreating from the office. I felt poorly for Jon but there was little I could say or do. I worried that he could be severely punished for his misdemeanor.
The Colonel must have somehow known that I drove the very jeep we were headed home with. He pulled over and motioned me into the driver’s seat. Proud as a peacock, I switched places with him and drove while he snoozed in the passenger seat. My uncle’s face was priceless when I parked the vehicle close to where he was mending a rotting front porch step.
He rose and beamed at the German as if seeing a long lost friend. As he led him into the house, he cautioned him to be careful of the steps and ushered to sit at the table where a fresh, unopened bottle of schnapps and two glasses awaited the special guest. His feet were still wrapped in gauze, a sad reminder of his activities from the night before.
I did my chores without being told for no other reason than to avoid my uncle for as long as I could. My aunt had prepared a plate which she had kept warm in the oven that I enjoyed later that evening. Beth was already in bed when my aunt told me to change into my nightshirt and excused herself after fussing over and serving my late dinner.
The men were well on their way to drunkenness by then, and when I arose to say good night, the Colonel grabbed my arm and pulled me to sit in his lap. His hand wandered up my nightshirt and began to fondle me in plain sight of my uncle who would have to be blind not to see the thin material rising and falling. I was embarrassed to say the least. An erection was coerced and the material exhibited exactly what was happening beneath my nightshirt as I was being masturbated. All the while, the men talked and laughed as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I felt the Colonel’s own hardness against my bum through his trousers.
An eerie silence fell over the kitchen. Suddenly, the German said something to the drunken man. Uncle was clearly uncomfortable by it and didn’t know where to look. He certainly wasn’t going to look at me if he could at all help it. Another menacing volley of words was directed at my uncle that startled him into alertness. He tried to look at me but his eyes darting every which way as he relayed what the German told him.
The Colonel said that I was a born man-pleaser, the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen. Features and skin of a girl, genitals of a boy, semen like nectar. My uncle cringed relaying that last sentiment. He gathered his composure and went on in a monotone voice to say that I was a great lover, learning quickly to satisfy the needs of a man.
The Colonel stopped caressing me and leaned in toward my uncle. He placed his large paw on the nape of my uncle’s neck forcing him to within inches of his face and said something that made my uncle go deathly ashen with a flash of fear in his eyes and a quivering jaw. My uncle must have been reluctant to relay to me exactly what the German had said to cause such a flutter and fear in his eyes.
Uncle looked at me with scorn and in a stuttering of words told me that the Colonel had warned him in no uncertain terms that should any harm be done to me by any man, regardless of who that man was, he would not hesitate to put a bullet in their head.
It was my turn for blood to drain from my face. How could the Colonel have known what transpired during the night at the latrine? He appeared to be sound asleep when I crawled back into bed trembling like a leaf and sobbing. Surely my dirt stained scraped knees and dark bruises on my left arm couldn’t have given him any clue of what happened at least until the light of morning. Or had he been woke up by the commotion and peered out the window to witness the scene unfolding not ten yards away?
Suddenly, the large man released his grip of the bug eyed coward and backed away. A jovial laugh erupted and he raised a toast to his defeated adversary. Uncle recovered from the humiliation quickly and seemingly untarnished His alcohol flushed face returned as he raised a glass to meet the Colonel’s own, a round of feigned laughter and false good-will ensued between the two men to carry on the evening as if nothing had happened.
His calloused hand again cradled my genitals while an errant finger meandered to locate and graze my anus. With the gentle persuasion of his hand, I laid back into his chest, spreading my thighs of my own volition despite Uncle being a witness to my submissiveness. To my astonishment, uncle actually observed the hand play under my nightshirt for a few moments. Then looking over his shoulder to ensure privacy before he commented, he chuckled and said something that I was sure was intended to be perversely flattering to the Colonel perhaps even complimentary of the man’s conquest.
Well-assured by then that the women-folk of his family were out of harm’s way of this homosexual only confirmed that he was selfishly looking out for his own best interests at my expense. He considered his actions were a great favor, he might have thought, which earned him some future consideration by not interfering but rather giving me to the Colonel like everything else his guest demanded from uncle’s unconditional hospitality.
It was all an illusion I saw. After the fleeting exchange of laughs and words, perhaps I was the only one who had seen the quiver of his lip, the sly squinting and nervous twitch of his left eye when he met my stare. Nothing had changed, he loathed my very existence by then and, although my parents had trusted him with my care, I was now expendable, a mere bartering chip.
Perhaps through his guilt and shame of his actions of the previous night, he had somehow concluded and justified it as my doing. Maybe he had surmised that I followed him outdoors to the latrine naked with the motive of seducing him. Uncle probably had reasoned to himself that shoving me to my knees was merely meant to be a harsh lesson to humiliate and degrade me with no intentions of actually making me blow him. Sadly, I was beginning to realize everything for what it was but I fought not to hate him in return. I had been raised to turn the other cheek, to be forgiving of trespasses. However I hated him quite then, the bible be damned!
Once again, my bottom felt the unmistakable hardness upon which it sat, and the German’s fondling became even more insistent. I was embarrassed when the colonel hauled up my nightshirt to rub my chest exposing my privates which were being manipulated. More words and giggles ensued between the two men. My uncle now found an excuse to look away, to pour them each another shot of schnapps, to roll some cigarettes but the phony smile on his face never wavered.
In a mixed bag of emotions, I felt sorry for him. The German had crossed the line. I feared that the man would call my uncle’s bluff, test him, if only to humiliate him further by offering him the opportunity to take me to the bedroom and use me. However much to my relief, the Colonel wrapped an arm around my waist as he rose, said goodnight, tossed me over his shoulder and carried me off to bed like a sack of potatoes leaving my uncle as stunned as I was.
He talked as he undressed, the uniform again being hung ever so carefully in the closet. I didn’t understand a word of what he said but his tone was gentle and soothing. I pulled off my nightshirt and waited for him under the blanket. He was erect when he turned to look at me. Lifting the cover, he admired my prone naked body, growled with a devilish grin and joined me on his knees, his torso towering over me. His menacing erection was fully displayed and he deliberately rubbed it surely flaunting it for my benefit. His hands began to wander aimlessly over my body, even my toes he caressed, suckling each one before slowly slithering up my body with his tongue, leaving a cooling wet trail in his wake.
Lifting my bum slightly, he buried his face between my cheeks lapping at me like a dog who had found the hidden treat of marrow deep inside a ham bone. He took both my testicles fully in his mouth, his tongue again performing magical wonders. When he took my cock in his mouth I quivered in bliss, thrashing and pulling at the sheets. Before long I exploded mind and soul yelping like a coyote, my jism greedily coerced from my swollen cock.
He slowly moved up my body, paying no less attention to my skin on his journey until he found my mouth. Proud that I was experienced in such matters, thanks to Jon, I met his tongue with mine. Ignoring his pin-like bristles, our tongues swiped, each striving to suck the others, a hint of my semen lingered upon his breath.
The Colonel rolled off of me and reached for the petroleum jelly, smearing it on his cock and lifted me on top of him. I needed no explanation or instructions but, instead, positioning its girth, I lowered myself onto it. I relished the fact that I was in full control and was no less willing to impale myself upon him.
Patiently, he lay idle while I slowly adjusted and accepted it deeper until I finally felt his bristly pubic hair on my testicles. When he had no more length to offer and, after a short breather to compose myself, I rode him. He moaned, I panted. I reared my head back while my haunches did the work.
Most certainly my uncle had another angst filled night. By then, I really didn’t care anymore and perhaps I was a little more vocal than necessary.
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