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My German Master
I had just returned to my hometown in the south from undergraduate school in southern California. Tan, fit and 22 - what a great age. In addition to my formal education in college, I developed a deep understanding of my bisexuality and submissiveness. Despite a strict religious upbringing, I finally accepted that sex was fun, and should be enjoyed without guilt. I had learned to relax, even during kinky encounters. By that time, I had enjoyed plenty of sex with women, men, boys, girls, TVs, TSs, and cross dressers. I had been dominate, submissive, gang banged, gang banger, cock whore, piss boy, rimmer, rimmee, toy boy, gigalo. I even enjoyed numerous california orgies. But then I moved back to the south.
To top things off, I moved back in with my parents. Typical suburban house, typical suburban neighborhood. I was glad to be closer to my family, but quickly discovered it was hard to move home again. Hell, I was used to having friends - male and female - drop by for sex. My apartment in California was an almost constant sex scene. My friends had keys and used it all the time, with or without me. My sex toys and porn videos alone would have shocked my parents into therapy. Of course, they did not know there were plenty of men and women in southern California who pay young college boys for sex. The extra money kept me in good clothes, and with the proper toys to enhance my "marketablity."
During my first weekend home, my parents had a party for me. Mostly, it was their friends who came by. My good friends were still in college, and the few friends that came by to see me were mostly acquaintences. We no longer had much, if anything, in common. I kept my bisexuality to myself.
One guest, however, caught my eye - Mr. Gunter H. He was in his mid-50's then. He was born in Germany, and had the classic features - 6'3", 180#, thinning blonde hair, pale blue eyes. He had moved into my parent's neighborhood about 10 years before, when I was 12. His daughter, Greta, was two years younger than me. Greta attended school in Europe, and was rarely home. Even at 10, she was spectactular with her blonde hair and blue eyes. I always looked forward to her visits, though nothing ever happened. She always had some european boyfriend, which was not surprising. Mrs. Gunter H was also a sight to see. She was from Denmark, and was 5'11", blonde hair, blue eyes, lean build.
At the party, Mr. Gunter H approached me as I opend my fourth beer. "Hello, Mr. H, how are you and the family?" He paused, grinned slightly and said, "My wife and I are divorced, I thought everyone knew..." His English labored under his strong accent. I could feel my cheeks turn red from my faux pas. "Sorry, Mr. H" I said. "I'm not, and please call me Gunter, " he said. And we laughed. I was shocked that he wanted me to call him by his first name. He was always so aloof. When I mowed their lawn as a teenager, he was always so critical and unfriendly. Though he paid well.
"You see she thought I vorked too much, and I do. And she vanted a man to do vhatever she told them, and I von't do that. It is not in my character."
"No, you are not that type."
"Vhat type am I?"
"A boss type, a natural leader."
He smiled. We talked of his business. He had worked with a large oil company for years. After the 80's oil bust, he started his own oil and gas expoloration company. I always knew he did well. I learned that night that he was doing very well financially. But he was also travelling too much.
Gunter seemed very interested in me and my future. What I wanted from my business degree, and that sort of thing. For the first time, I didn't mind telling someone how utterly scared I was. I spent four years of studying in college, and I still had no fucking idea what I wanted to do. Gunter patted me on my shoulder and looked deep into my eyes and said, "You are very young, and have plenty of time. Don't vorry." And his strong hand stayed on my shoulder. We stared into each others eyes, and I was conforted.
Gunter stood and broke the moment. He told me he had to go home early because he had to go to Europe the next day on business. After he left, my dad came over and said, "Gunter is not the most friendly guy, but he is a really good person. We have all been worried about him since the divorce. He needs a friend."
The job search was painful and totally unfruitful. My only sex was in adult book stores or with myself at home. I was too afraid to go to gay bars for fear of being recognized. I did not want to be known as a queer.
I saw him again on Saturday morning, two weeks after my party. I was cleaning my parent's yard. Several women on the block were in front talking, which is not too common for the neighborhood. I looked up to see Gunter jogging down the street in flimsy running shorts and no shirt. His broad shoulders and hairy chest glistened with sweat. I realized that the women were waiting for him to pass, and I could not fight back my smile.
My eyes also did not leave Gunter. He approached and jogged in place. I suddenly realized I had been staring. "Vhat is so funny? Vhy the big smile?" Gunter asked. "You are quite the spectical for the neighborhood women, Gunter." He glanced back and waved. They quickly turned away from embarrasment from being caught. Gunter looked back at me with his cool blue eyes, "They are not the only ones who were looking at me, now were they?" Before I could think, I blurted, "No." "Do you like vhat you see?" asked Gunter. "Yes, " was all I could muster from my trance. My gazed dropped from his beautiful pecs down his flat stomach, all covered with blonde hair, to his crotch. His basket held what was clearly a sizeable cock. And I noticed movement there. "Don't stare, boy, you are getting hard. Now, that would give the women something to see." He was right. My shorts were bulging out.
"Come by my house vhen you are finished"
"I will be finished soon."
"No. You finish your parent's landscaping thoroughly and vith great care. Take your time. Do it right. And do not take a shower before you come over." At that, Gunter resumed his jog.
My first instinct was to hurry up so that I could give myself to Gunter. But his words were more like an order that I dare not ignore or fail to fulfill completely. So I continued to landscape for another two hours. By that time it was lunch, and my mother had fixed me somthing to eat. I tried not to engulf everything at once, but I was so excited to see Gunter. I told my parents that Gunter needed some help at his house. They were thrilled that I was going over there. My dad even suggested Gunter and I go out that night. As he put it (after my mom left the room), "Gunter needs to dip his wick I am sure. You guys should go on the prawl tonight." "That's a great idea, Dad, I will suggest it."
Gunter lives about two blocks away. I didn't shower, as instructed. And I jogged to Gunter's house. He was working in his garage when I arrived. Still in his running shorts, and - gloriously - still without a shirt. He had some piece of wood on which he was making meticulous marks. Gunter said that since his divorce, he was able to resume a childhood passion of his - woodworking.
"Let's go inside." Gunter said. I followed him out of the garage, past the pool, and into his house. His home was unique. Its design and furnishings were very basic...very european. It had clean lines, and minimal furniture. "Vould you like a drink?" Gunter asked. "Sure, a light beer would be great." I said. "Boy, you need to learn the finer things in life. Light beer is for people without taste. I only have european beer, and I make home brew, but I don't have any of that right now. So here is a Becks."
He took a Becks for himself. It was cool, as was the inside of his house. He pulled up a stool, and sat. There was only one, so I stood. Gunter started, "Now, I have called you boy a couple of times, and I you do not flench; have you been someone's boy before?"
"Yes, Gunter, one of my professors in college made me his boy."
"Well, I am sure he did not know how to truly make you his boy, or you vould still be there with him, no?"
I hadn't thought about it that way, but he was right. I left the professor without thought or remorse. "I guess you are right, Gunter."
"Vell, did you like it?"
"I did, but I want to yearn to be someones boy."
"Like me, no?"
"Yes, Gunter, I think I might like that."
"Boy, you don't even know me, but I need a boy. Ivill have to use you for awhile before I decide whether to make you mine, understood?"
"Yes, Gunter."
"Now, I know I just told you you could call me Gunter, and that is true in public. But not here. Here, you refer to me as Sir. If I accept you as mine, you will refer to me as Sir, understood?"
"Yes, Sir"
"Good." Gunter got off of the stool and walked to me. He pulled me close, and kissed me deeply. Our tongues, cool from the beer, swirled in each other's mouths. He took my beer and set it on the counter. He pulled my tank top over my head. Gunter's icy blue eyes travelled down my muscular chest to my flat stomach. He unsnapped my shorts and pulled down the zipper. My shorts dropped down. He pulled my briefs off next followed by my shoes and socks. Then he sat back on the stool. His eyes surveyed my body. Gunter had a glint in his eyes. "Turn around slowly." I did. "Good boy...very nice, very nice." Gunter sipped his beer. "You will need to shave your chest and your crotch, understood?"
"Yes Sir, do you want me to do it now?"
"No boy, but it was good you asked."
"Remove my shoes and socks." I did.
"Lick my feet and toes." Now, he had jogged and worked for hours in the hot southern summer heat, but I licked his feet and sucked his toes. And I loved it. Though pungent, his smell was intoxicating. Gunter pulled his feet from me and stood up.
"Pull down my shorts, boy, vith your teeth." I leaned forward with anticipation, and I pulled down his thin running shorts, still damp from sweat. It was not easy. In fact, it was pretty awkward, but I finally pulled the shorts past his hips. His cock pressed against the fabric, and made it difficult. But eventually, the fabric pulled free. And to my complete joy sprang forth the most incredible prick I have ever seen.
Though hard already, I could tell it could get bigger. And I would find that to be true shortly. Gunter's cock was already 8 inches, and as big around as my wrist. His balls hung low, and were hairy. The best part was, he was uncut. His shiny head peaked from the foreskin. I leaned toward it.
"Boy, stop. Finish removing my shorts. You must learn to complete work before pleasure."
Instinctivly, I reached for the shorts with my hand. A large, powerful hand was soon on top of my head.
"Boy, use your teeth. Remember your job. I must teach you."
I was ashamed at the thought I had already dissappointed Gunter. So I resolved to do better. I pulled his shorts over his muscular thighs all the way to the floor. Gunter stepped out, and pushed the shorts to the side. I looked up. His clear blue eyes looked down on me.
"May I suck your cock, Master"
"Boy, I am not yet your Master. I decide vhen that happens. Ve vill address dat mistake lata. Now, suck me."
My heart raced. As I approached, his musky smell grew thicker. And my 7 inch cock grew harder. I was on sensory overload. The cold tile floor, the smell of this man, and the heat from his manhood. I held his cock with both hands. I began by licking his shiny cockhead. Savoring the taste of precum on the tip. It twitched, and grew slightly larger. My thumbs glanced across his large balls. A moan. Soon my head was bobbing on his lap. Gunter groaned loudly. His strong hands gripped my head. He did not shove his cock in my mouth, but he controlled the action. I would soon learn, Gunter would be in charge of everything. And that is how it should be.
Gunter kept my head moving at a steady pace as he fucked my mouth. I relaxed, and took him in. I reminded myself, serve him well, serve him well. His breath quickened. He fucked my mouth faster. When he reached the edge of climax, Gunter said, "Open your mouth wide, boy."
I did. Gunter pulled his cock back some. His cock was bigger - about 9 inches - red, pulsing, and slick with my spit. His foresking was pulled back, and his cockhead was raging. Gunter's large balls convulsed, and ribbons of thick white cum shot out onto my tongue. Gunter masterfully guided every drop onto my tongue. "Keep your mouth open, boy." I did. Gunter reached over, picked up a camera, and took a picture of me with a mouth full of his sperm. "Ve vill vant to remember the first time you tasted me, ya?" I was so excited, I really didn't care if he posted the picture on the front of the New York Times. Ya, I wanted to remember.
"Now, swallow." And I savored his load. He walked back to me, and shoved his softening cock back into my mouth. "I vant to settle down in your mouth." I could hear him gulp on his beer. "I vill finish your beer, boy, I am thirsty." So, Gunter gulped my beer as his thick cock rested in my mouth. I nursed on it.
"Drink, boy." With no other warning, Gunter let loose a stream of hot piss right into my mouth. I gagged, at first. "Boy, if you spill a drop, you can leave my house, and forget about me as your master. Drink it all. That is your job right now." I concentrated hard. I gulped, and gulped, and gulped. There was no time think, or be disgusted. Hell, I have seen golden showers. I even pissed on some guy in a bar bathroom in West Hollywood. I even thought about doing it. But I really had expected to plan to do it. What the hell. Swallow boy! Swallow! It finally ended. I liked all of it.
Gunter pulled me up, and kissed me. "That was good, boy. Let's swim." We grabbed two more Becks and went to the pool outside. I was in somewhat of a daze. Gunter's backyard is huge, and is very secluded. He obviously is very comfortable being nude in and around his house. The cool water was refreshing. We talked like old friends. There was definitely and unspoke deferance I was to give him when he spoke, and I gladly did so.
Gunter told me to sit on the side of the pool. He took my semi-hard cock in his mouth. I became instantly hard. It had not been in a comfortable place with a lover since leaving California, and had certainly never been with anyone who turned me on as much as Gunter. I came in his mouth in less than two minutes. He swallowed my seed.
"I am sorry I came so fast, Gunter."
"Don't be. It is your youth. Be proud of it. And we will need to work on your manners, boy. You are to call me Sir."
"I am sorry, please don't ask me to leave."
"Oh, you are not going to leave. But you vill have to learn a lesson, understood?"
"Yes, Sir, you are right."
"I will give it some thought. I have not had a submissive in some time. Only playthings, and that is not real. When do you have to go home, boy?"
"Sir, my father said you and I should go on the prowl tonight. He thinks you need to dip your wick."
At that, Gunter roared with laughter. "Your father is very observant. I do need to dip my wick. Only I will dip it in you."
Gunter and I got out of the pool. He handed me a towel. "Dry me, boy." It felt great to dry his body. He was so fit. So strong. I lingered over his back and legs. "Now, dry yourself, get us two more beers, and meet me in my bedroom."
When I arrived, Gunter was laying across his large bed. "Boy, I work all the time. I only get to woodwork late at night or the weekends. I never get to fuck around...until today. I want to lay here, watch a classic movie, drink a beer, and maybe nap. If you have other commitments, you may leave. If you want to join me, get in bed." Without hesitation, I crawled in bed, and handed Gunter his beer. I kissed him on the lips.
"Oh, Sir, I am sorry, do I have to ask permission to kiss you."
"No boy." And we kissed deeply. Although we tried to watch the movie, Gunter and I fell asleeep. At some point in my sleep, I felt Gunter roll behind me. We lay on our sides,with him behind. His breath in my ear. And sleep overwhelmed me.
Something was nudging my ass. I instinctively pushed back. His cock moved up and down my crack. I slowly opened my eyes. "Feel good, ya?"
"Yes Sir"
"Boy, that was the best nap I ever remember. Thank you. Now, we must address your hair." I touched my head somewhat confused. "Not dat hair, boy, your chest, legs and pubic hair. We must do avay with it. If you want to be my boy, you must look more like a boy. Let's go."
We got up out of bed. I followed him to the bathroom. We got into his huge shower, equipped with a bench seat. Gunter took out shaving cream and a razor. Without thinking what anyone would say, I let him shaved me from my neck down. Actually, Gunter shaved my face too. He wanted me very smooth. Although I was not hairy to begin with, I truly looked like a boy. I had shaved once before while in California. I cross dressed for a party and few times for a guy in Manhattan Beach, but I had not shaved to look like a boy. And now, my Master, if he accepted me, was making me into the image he wanted. I liked that feeling. After the shave, Gunter soaped me. He spent a lot of time on my ass and dick, which was rock hard by that time.
"I vant you to learn to wash yourself thoroughly for me. Sometimes I may vant to vash you, and I vill tell you so. Othervise, I vant you to clean yourself very vell for me. Inside and out." Gunter stepped out of the shower. He opened a nearby closet and pulled out an enema bag. He held up the bag to the nozzle, and allowed the bag to fill up. "Lay on your left side" As I lay waiting, I realized there was no lube. But Gunter expertly pushed the short nozzle in. The clip clicked, and liquid warmth fill me inside. Gunter would stop the flow intermittently. Once the bag was empty, Gunter removed the nozzle from my ass. He rubbed my distended belly. "It helps to rub, boy. You will need to learn these tricks. I vant you clean." I was able to mutter, "yes Sir."
The feeling was incredible. The shower raining down on me, and my insides filled with almost 2 quarts of warm water. "Now on your stomach vith your knees pulled into your stomach." Cramping. Sharp pain. But I would not complain. Gunter sat on the bench and watched me on the floor of the shower. My insides filled with hot water. After a few long minutes, Gunter said, "Now your right side." A bit of relief, but an occassional cramp overcame me. I rubbed my flat, hairless belly. I couldn't resist touching my naked dick.
"You like your boy dick, hey?"
"Yes sir" I said quietly. Consentrating now on holding the contents in my bowel. "Now on your back boy." This was a relief. Still pressure, but managable now.I smiled when I noticed Gunter looking at my hairless body. Admiring his handiwork.
"Boy, I hope you understand you are getting it easy right now. I vould normally shove a plug or a dildo up your ass while you have the enema in. But that sometimes allows people to cheat. Some find it harder with the plug others without. Ve vill experiment vith you. Vhen I learn what is harder for you, I vill choose that vay. Things come easy for you, boy. You must learn to deal vith the harder vay. You vill be better for it. Trust me." I already trusted him.
"Now, I vill dry you this time, because I vant to touch your body. But you vill usually dry youself, even if you are full of an enema." Once we were dry, Gunter walked me to the toilet and sat me down.
"Release, boy"
"Now? With you watching?"
"That is vhat I said. Now release!" My ass was under major pressure now to let it go. Although I was having a hard time letting go of my embarrasment, I knew Gunter and my body were telling me to release. Once it started, I thought it would not stop. I moaned as the contents of the enema shot from my bowels. I felt shame and relief. I leaned forward onto Gunter's strong thigh. He pulled my head up, and shoved his fat cock in my mouth. More conents expelled from me. Even flatulence. Gunter did not seem to care. Now, he was giving my mouth a real fucking. When Gunter realized that no more would come out of me, he pulled out of my mouth. He slapped his hard cock against my smooth face.
"Dat vas good, boy. Meet me in the den." I cleaned my ass with a wet towel. I noticed it was about 6 p.m. I joined a still naked Gunter in the den. He was on the phone. He was speaking German, and was agitated. On his projection TV, but muted, (remember this was the 80's), was a gay video. Four young boys were wrestling naked. Cocks would slip into someones mouth and occassionally up a smooth tight ass. Gunter hung he phone up, and muttered something in German.
"Are you okay, sir?"
He looked up, and his expression immediately softened. "Not really boy. One of my rigs in the North Atlantic had an explosion. The details are unclear, but I must leave in the morning. It is nice to have you here though." Gunter sat on his leather couch. "Come here." I crawled next to him. He pulled my head to his chest, and wrapped a large arm around me.
"You can still have me tonight, Sir."
"I vill, boy" We sat there for a few minutes. I thought Gunter was watching the movie with me, but his cock was not getting hard. I looked up and saw him staring at nothing. I slipped off of the couch, and took his soft cock in my mouth. Gunter shifted, and looked down at me. He grinned. When I felt his cock harden, I was overjoyed. His cock grew to its full 9 inches.
"Get up, stand behind the couch, and bend over it." He got up too. He moved behind me. I was facing the TV projection showing a boy in a sling getting fucked by a fat, hairy bear in leather.
I felt something wet on my asshole. Gunter was rubbing lube into me. Not just fingering my hole. He was really packing me with lube. I could feel it get warm and runny. My tight butt cheeks were slick and excess lube ran down my thighs. My freshly shaved skin pressed against the cool leather couch with the clean European lines.
Gunter's strong hands gripped my hips. He pulled me back. His large cock popped into me. Finally. It seemed like so long since I had a cock in my ass. It had actually only been three weeks. My cock hardened immediately, as it always does when a cock slips into my ass. Gunter was a great fuck. Smooth at entering, and he took what my ass gave him. Eventually, he speeded up his thrusts.
I was moaning like a bitch in heat. I looked over my shoulder at him, "Sir, you can fuck me rough if you think it will help your frustration..." With that he really started banging my ass. He even slapped my ass very hard as he spouted out German profanity. I glanced up at the TV screen just as a young boy was really getting fucked hard by an older, balding man. Gunter matched the porno actor stroke for stroke. Gunter reached around and squeezed my cock with his big strong hands. My cock shot off within a few seconds. Gunter raised his slimy fingers to my lips and continued to pound my ass as I licked my cum off of his thick fingers. This was, without question, the best fucks I had ever had.
After 20 minutes of hard fucking, Gunter filled my ass with his seed. "I liked breeding you, boy." I could only moan. We stood motionless for a few minutes until his shrinking cock plopped out of my hole. I was surprised when Gunter dropped to his knees and licked his cum out of my gaping hole. Although I had just cum, my cock began to harden. "You are a very gifted boy." And with that Gunter spun me around to give my cock a few licks before standing.
"I vill need some help in Denmark for my trip. I know you have been looking for vork, but I want to offer you a job as my assitant for the trip. If it works out, we may talk about something permanent. Do you have a current passport?"
"Yes, Sir, I do."
"Call your parents, then, and tell them of the emergency. Tell them I need your help. I will pay you $3,000 for the trip for your help. If they have any questions, I will be happy to explain my need for your help." He couldn't help but smile at that comment.
My parents were excited at the call, and told me that, by all means, go on the trip. By the time I staggered home, my mother had already started to lay out some clothes for me. I told them that the flight was first thing in the morning, and Gunter suggested I stay at his house so that we can leave quickly. They agreed. But I noticed a slight nod by my mother. She had me when she was still young, and had only turned 40 the previous year. She was not clueless. I also realized she was looking at my legs, which were now shaved. She said nothing. I walked to the bathroom to get my toothbrush and razor. I realized my lips were a bit puffy from all the kissing and sucking. I was also a bit flushed in the face, and for the first time, realized that I smelled of sex.
I grabbed my bag to leave. My parents were in the living room when I got downstairs. Mom was sitting on Dads lap kissing him. Although openly affectionate, they don't fool in front of me. Her cheeks were flushed. She jumped up, and I couldn't help but notice her nipples straining against her flimsy cotton nightgown and that there were no panty lines under her nightgown. When dad stood, I realized immediately that he was hard. "Caught us" was all dad said. I hugged him. As I hugged mom, I could not ignore her nipples pushing against me. Her kiss was wetter than normal, and she slapped my ass playfully after our hug.
I walked back to Gunter's house. He greeted me with a kiss while the front door was still open. At least night had just fallen, but I could not help but feel embarrased. We swam naked for a brief time. We kissed in the pool. By the time we got inside, Gunter said we needed to go to sleep because our plane was to leave at 7 a.m. the next morning. Gunter and I got into bed, and kissed some more. We tried to sleep, but the newness of everything overwhelmed us both.
Before I knew it, I was on my back with my legs over Gunter's shoulder as he jackhammered my tender asshole. And I loved every minute of it. After Gunter filled my hole for the second time, we collapsed into sleep. The next morning, we woke for our trip to Europe.
And my training with Gunter continued.