The story I'm about to tell is true. Each and every action did take place as far as I can remember it. All of it occurred before the public revelation of AIDs and HIV. By telling this story, I hope to transport the reader to a simpler time when sex was more fun and definitely more casual. However, in depicting the numerous unsafe acts in this series of tales, I in no way am condoning the practice of unsafe sex in today's more risky atmosphere.
November 1977
Well, about 4 months have gone by and I have visited the Frankfurt Bath House many times. Pretty much every three-day break I would get (I worked 12 hour shifts in the Army back then; three days , 24 hour break, three nights and then a three day break), I would take the train trip to Frankfurt for an all-night cocksucking and butt fucking fest at the bath house. During each visit, I would get a room for a day and suck, fuck, at least 12 hours of that time. Hell! I was only 21 back then and constantly horny with my only other sexual outlet being my hand. As a career soldier, I made sure everyone on post thought I was just like them...straight straight straight. Of course, later I would find out that some of my solder buds were gay or at least bi but that is another story.
There was this one visit to the bath house that really sticks out though. It was in early November and in Germany that means it is getting cold and dreary. I had just finished a night shift and had slept only four hours before I was on my way by train to Frankfurt again. I used to love that hour-and-a-half trip because of the monotony and the anticipation of what laid ahead. Or maybe it was the slight rocking of the train as it sped on the tracks that got me super horny so that my 6.5 cut cock was hard by the time I rang the buzzer to be let into the bath house.
I paid for a room and the attendant buzzed me in. By now I was becoming a regular and if I came early enough, I would always get a good room in a good location with a lot of foot traffic. Now, when I say a room, the reader may be thinking maybe that the bath house room may be comparable to a hotel room; like one you may get in a Days Inn or Motel Six. No that is not the case. A room at this bath house was usually a very small cubicle that was barely large enough to fit a single twin bed and mattress. There was a very small end table too with a tiny lamp and a small drawer in which I normally stored my clothes. When you rented a room, you received two towels, a pillow, pillow case and two plain white sheets. There were no maids! I made my own bed just like I did in the barracks back on station: with tight hospital corners.
After making the bed and getting out of my clothes, I went on my ritual tour of the place to check out the scenery (a.k.a. the men!). I put on my towel and went out into the corridor. I locked the room, placed the elastic key holder around my left wrist and began walking. I immediately saw that my room was in a very busy area. On the corner of two hallways, there were already men walking up and down both halls like jungle panthers stalking their prey. One middle-aged guy was standing right outside my door and copped a feel of my furry butt while I locked the door but I just smiled and walked away since I wanted to check out the action before I became a part of it. It is funny but sometimes when I went to the bath house, I would just dive right into all the sex; other times, I wanted to shop around first, flirting and teasing the guys a little before getting down to some serious sucking and fucking. But to be sure, before the night was up, I always was filled with cum in my stomach and man pussy and had unloaded at least three times and often more than that.
This time I felt like taking my time. I began by walking down some of the narrow hallways that contained all the rooms. The bath house had four floors. Most of the common facilities (sauna, steam room, pool, bar/bistro) were on the first floor. There were lockers and rooms on all floors but most of the individual rooms were on floors two through four. On each floor there were communal bathrooms and open shower stalls as well as dark common rooms with TV's that normally played a continual stream of gay porn.
Walking around, you would notice that the doors of some rooms would be opened wide and guys in either towels or totally naked would be lying on the bed. These men would sometimes wave at you and motion you to come in, sometimes they would be jacking off or playing with their hard cocks and at other times, there may be another guy in the room sucking him off while guys walking by would watch. In any case, there were always guys walking up and down the halls checking out the room occupants. Sometimes they would be just beating off in the hallway while watching some guy getting sucked in a room or just merely beating off. The whole place smelled of a combination of bleach, chlorine and cum and to this day the smell of beach or chlorine can get me instantly hard.
"Straight Guys"
After walking around awhile, I entered "the Maze". Now this place was like nothing I had ever seen before. It was basically a huge room in which walls had been placed in a pattern so as to resemble a maze. The walls were black and there was no lighting except for an occasional black light and those were rare. Once you entered the maze, you were pretty much walking (or sometimes crawling) blind. This was a great place just to have quick anonymous sex. In the maze I would bump into guys all the time and sooner or later I would get the urge to suck one or more of them. You could rely on that! This time it was a guy that was just standing up against a wall near one of the black lights. I could barely make him out but I knew almost immediately that he was not American and was more than likely German. He was probably in his late twenties with a tight body and fairly smooth. Now being lightly hairy myself, I seemed to be attracted to smooth men and this guy was no exception. I stopped dead in my tracks as soon as I noticed him and he checked me out. Soon he motioned me to follow him into a dark little cubby hole that could barely fit the two of us. In broken English, he said that he was straight and married but that all he wanted was a blow job since his wife would not suck him. I was more than happy to oblige.
I got down on my knees as he leaned up against a wall. I reached up and ran my hands up his muscular legs and soon felt his rock hard cock from under his towel. Eventually, I loosened the towel and went to work on his 7" circumcised cock. First I licked his balls gently running the tip of my tongue around each one and flicking my tongue around the bottom of his sack. As I licked his German balls clean, he moaned and spoke words in German that I didn't understand. But as soon as he grabbed his cock and rubbed the head on my lips, I knew all I needed to know. He wanted his German cock in my American mouth right then and there. I parted my lips and his cock immediately slipped down my cock-hungry throat. He let out a gasp when he felt his balls up against my chin like he was surprised that I could take him all the way so fast and with no pleading or coaxing. Obviously, I was not his stuck-up wife as I made clear when he started to pull out of my throat and I grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled his whole body to me so that his cock couldn't escape. Then I felt his body relax and I knew that he realized that I was running the show. I had his cock down my throat and I was not going to let it go until he fed me his straight man cum like he fed his wife's pussy every other night.
I just let him get used to the feel of my throat by remaining still with this balls snug up against my chin. By then, I had become pretty much an expert cocksucker, having sucked probably hundreds of cocks of all shapes, sizes and colors. I had learned to contract and relax my throat muscles so that my throat could adjust to the size and to give more pleasure to the man whom I was sucking. I did that now while I ran my tongue around his engorged cockhead and I thought he would cum right there. He moaned like a whore and almost began to whimper. I had one hand on his well-muscled, smooth ass and another on this muscular thigh. When I moved my hand from his ass and began to bob up and down on his hard cock, he began to precum and I could feel his warm man goo lube up my throat thereby giving him even more pleasure.
Soon I was riding the length of his entire cock for all it was worth and he was loving every minute of it. He spoke very little but when he did it was German and obviously words of ecstasy. As I was riding his cock, I also twirled my tongue around his shaft and soon I could feel him tense up. Instead of continuing the same pace though, I slowed down and eventually let his cock fall out from between my lips with a plop. He tried to buck his cock back in but I moved my head back and shook my head. With those small body movements on my part (they say that body language is the most powerful form of communication), he immediately understood that while he was fucking me, I was in control. I let him cool down a little by just playing with his cock slowly and then opened my mouth again to swallow it whole. He moaned in appreciation of being inside my warm hole again. I started my cocksucking again and I did all the work not allowing him to buck his hips or to move his cock in and out of my mouth by any on his own movements. I loved being in control of this straight man and by the hardness of his cock and his constant moaning...he was enjoying it also. I had always heard that Germans generally loved discipline and order and I was determined to give this German a taste of both before I tasted his straight man seed.
After two more times where he came on the brink of cumming, I again had his cock deep down my hungry throat but now I took it out and looked up at him. Giving his hard ass a little slap I slowly told him that I wanted to have his cum down in my belly and told him to fuck my soldier mouth liked he fucked his wife's cunt. Then, I opened my mouth wide and swallowed his cock once more. With another light slap on the ass, he got the message and began to pump my throat. Soon he was holding my ears and moving in and out of my throat like a piston. Moving so fast that I thought my lips would burn from the friction of his cock pounding my cum hungry mouth. It didn't take long before his whole body went stiff and he began to shoot his hot baby makers down my throat. He came in buckets, over and over again for what seemed like two or three minutes. I swallowed it all without letting a single sperm get wasted on my lips. All the time, he was screaming and moaning like an animal while tightly grabbing my ears and pounding deep down my throat. I could feel his movements slow down and his cock begin to soften. I knew that now that he had cum, straight man's guilt would probably begin to set in and he would bolt away faster than a colt out of the starting gate at a race track. When to pull his softening cock out of my mouth, I grabbed his ass and pulled his cock close to my face so that his piss slit was staring me right in the eye. I kissed his cock and licked it clean then tapped his ass again before letting him go. Sure as shit, as soon as I let him go, he ran out of the cubby hole so fast, he forgot to pick up his towel. All I could do was chuckle as I picked myself off the floor and retoweled before heading out to the sauna and eventually my next adventure. As I sat in the hot sauna, watching guys sucking and fucking each other, I thought about all the straight guys I had sucked. None of them, had ever touched my dick and few had touched any part of my body besides maybe to hold my head while they plowed my mouth. When they shot, all of them had cum in buckets like it was the first time they had ever had an orgasm. After they had cum, most of them had simply left without saying a word and I never seen anyone of them again.
As I was thinking this, a younger blonde kid (he must have been no older than 20) moved close to me and was playing with my cock. He was cute as hell, smooth with piercing blue eyes (you know the kind that almost melt you when you look deep into them). He spoke with a slight southern accent and a jock boy build and looked like the a character right out of a Joe Phillips comic. I was still hard and soon began to leak. When looked deep into my eyes and asked if he could suck me, I knew immediately that there was no way I could ever say no to anything he asked and I simply nodded. He got on his knees and sucked me like an amateur with some teeth and with lots of gagging but eventually I shot my cum down his mouth while he looked up at me with those powerful blue eyes and jerked his cock with his free hand. After my cock had spent all my seed, he shot his load onto the sauna floor. Then, he simply got up, nodded to me and walked out of the sauna. I wondered whether I had just been sucked by another one of those "straight" guys.
When I left the sauna about ten minutes later, I thought of my two straight men. They were both probably heading home to their wives or girlfriends. One of them could probably still taste my cum on this lips and the other had just emptied enough of his cum into my stomach to get ten women pregnant. I simply laughed out loud and headed to showers before I catching a bite to eat and continuing my adventures.
That completes part two of this story. Hope you enjoyed it. Part three will be titled "Wrestling with Twins" so watch for it. Also check out my other story on nifty "Theres Always a First Time" alos in the gay/military section. Please, if you enjoyed this story, email me at hotboijoe@earthlink.net . I love to hear from you guys especially all you military and ex-military guys! Hoo Rah!