Date: Sat, 14 Jun 2008 21:22:40 +0800
From: webmarten <webmarten@gmail.com>
Subject: Turnvater Jahn's Boys

I work for the US Army, not as a soldier, but in IT. I have to tell
you what happened to me in Germany last summer, on one of my frequent
trips there to install and maintain computer systems in army
facilities. It was fantastic. I still dream of them at least once a
week, and jerk off to my memories.

I left the army base at 1 pm and got by train to Frankfurt / Main
Airport. I checked in for a Delta flight back home and took the
escalator up to the restaurants and observation deck in Terminal 2. I
am an aviation fan, and although I am in top shape -- have always been,
lean and wiry, with flat abs and big chest -- my eyesight wasn't quite
good enough to make it as a pilot. Every chance I get though I spend
at big airports, watching the big birds take off. I also enjoy flying
tremendously.

This is why I spent so much time at the airport that day. My flight
wasn't until 5 pm, and I had more than three hours to eat and watch
the incredible amount of aircraft movements at Frankfurt Main. It is
truly an international airport, much more so than any in the US except
for JFK maybe. There are hundreds of different airlines, from all
parts of the world: big Asian Boeings and Airbus 343s, 345s from South
America, the usual dilapidated old crates US airlines fly, and of
course all the many different short-haul aircraft from all the
European airlines. On top of that, you can see Russian aircraft in
Frankfurt, Ilyushins and Yaks: its paradise for aviation buffs.

That particular day last year, I didn't get to watch any of it though.
I had bought my burger and sat down on the higher tables of the
observation deck, which give a much better view of the apron and the
departure area of runway 25R. A South African airbus was standing on
the far end of the field, while a Cathay Pacific aircraft was being
pulled from or towards the gate as I watched. For a few minutes, I
didn't even notice the three guys sitting at the table next to me, all
wearing the same blue T-Shirts emblazoned "Turnvater Jahn Gymnasium",
a college I assumed, with a special focus on physical education. The
guys all seemed awfully mature for college students and must have been
seventeen or eighteen. All three were already shaving, one had a
stubble, another a goatee and a shaved head. They were all buffed up
and wearing khakis, showing well-developed hairy calves. One of them,
the cutest, had the sleeves of his T-shirts rolled up and, as he
grabbed his burger, was flexing his rock-hard bulging biceps with
thick veins running down. I figured they must all be acrobats, judging
by the fine development of their muscles, or play some other sport
that would leave them so magnificently defined. Maybe it was a
combination of many sports. And while I myself have always been in top
shape, these guys were something else! On top of that, they still had
the youthful, smooth skin I find so attractive. All of them were
tanned, so I figured whatever they did to keep in such excellent
shape, it had to happen outside. Or they were on their way back from a
school trip from some Mediterranean country. Germans usually don't
come in such dark, healthy shades. I know enough German to understand
that they were talking about football. Maybe it was football that gave
those guys their perfect calves. One of them, I overheard, was moaning
the absence of a Polish kicker who apparently "had held the team
together".

Having just worked away from home for four weeks, and not been with my
girlfriend for even longer than that, I was horny as hell. I have
always been bisexual, and fancy guys as much as girls. But while I
enjoy the comfort and the loving care a woman can give, nothing beats
the hard and rough sexual action with a guy. There is nothing better
on earth than getting your rocks off with a dude, especially when they
let you fuck you. I learned that when I was stationed in the UK. In a
sense I prefer men for sex. They are not as fussy as girls, you don't
need all the foreplay. And you don't have to pay them dinner either.
Young dudes are a special favorite of mine: their assholes are tight
and have little hair, at least usually, and even if they are hairy,
the hair tends to be soft and velvety: a fantastic feeling if you have
a sensitive cock.

Speaking of which, mine is not very big. I like it, its straight and
elegant, with a well-formed tip, but it is not a monster. That too
might have something to do with my preference for fucking young guys
"up the chuff", as they say. My current girlfriend's ex had a fat cock
and has sort of spoiled ... well, lets not get into that. I do love
her.

But looking at the three college dudes and trying to rearrange my
rising member in my army uniform, I was really getting horny and ready
for some man-to-man action. It is not difficult for me to pick up guys
anywhere, especially when I am wearing my army uniform. Even straight
guys often come up to me and strike up a conversation. Everyone seems
to be fascinated by army uniforms, and when they are on a handsome
dude like me, it brings out the best in men.

Before I could decide on a plan of action, one of the college athletes
had turned around and addressed me in a thick German accent. I forgot
what he said, something corny like "Hello soldier", or "are you a
soldier" or something, but its not what he said, its what he did while
he said it. He smiled, at the same time squinted, and with his hand
arranged his cock in his shorts. For a second I thought he was making
an obvious sexual advance, but then the other guys started talking to
me and I got distracted. They asked me where I was stationed, what I
did in the Army, and so on. Once of them said he definitely wanted to
join the army, the other declared he would willingly be a US marine,
but never ever join the useless German army, maybe a European one, if
there would ever be one. The third one I don't remember. He didn't say
much, but stared a lot, and smiled coyly. I was getting the impression
that he paid a lot more attention to my looks than the other two.

The bald one with the goatee then asked me how I liked German girls,
and if I was seeing "a lot of action" - nudge nudge, wink wink. That
was my clue: if I was to get any "action" before my ten hour flight to
Atlanta, I had to play my cards right. I told them I didn't have much
time to pick up girls, and sometimes it was easier to get off with the
guys at the barracks. While the goatee and his handsome mate, the one
who had rearranged his cock when he first addressed me, were staring
in disbelief, there was a definite sparkle in the eyes of the third
guy. He knew.

"Really?" said the handsome one.

"Of course. If there's no pussy around.... there is plenty of hot guys
in the army, obviously."

"So ... you ... so you are ... bisexuell?" "Bisexual," the gay one
corrected him.

"Whatever. I am not one for cliches. I just fuck what I can get.
There was laughter now, and relief. Then the bald one said: "I like
that. I ..." then he hesitated.

"You've fucked guys before too?" I asked.

His mates were waiting for an answer. His face reddened a bit, and I
gave him a big smile of encouragement. Finally he said "Sure thing. In
the locker room at school. But he was young, and not much hair, almost
like a girl."

"Oh wow", said the handsome one. "I can't believe you. Who?"

"Not telling!", the bald one announced.

"There is nothing wrong with it. This day and age, anything goes."

"I guess so, the handsome one said. But I could never imagine ... I
mean ... I don't think I ...."

I now spoke to the gay one, hoping to make them stick to the subject:
"You surely have had dick."

Taken aback by my frankness, the young guy looked at me a bit shocked,
and didn't answer at first. But before any of his mates could tease
him or press him to answer, he suddenly burst out: "Yeah. I have."
Both his classmates had taken a sip from their drinks, and the
handsome one almost choked on it. "You what?"

"I've sucked dick."

"No!"

"Ja, wenn ich ... sorry, yes! ...  In fact," he hesitated again, "I
am gay  ..." Silence.

"Oh wow," I said, "I didn't want to make you ..." I was afraid the
unexpected revelation would kill any chance for me to get some butt.

"No problem," he said, "I want to tell them some time ago, but I never ... "

"You are gay? For real?"

"Yes. I even have a boyfriend. He wants to come out too."

"Who?"

Mr. Coming-out hesitated and seemed to ponder whether revealing the
name of his lover would be a good idea. When he finally said the name
of a boy, the reaction from his mates was incredible. They continued
in German and I understood only bits and pieces. Whoever it was,
apparently, nobody would have ever believed that he -- most popular
jock in school  -- you know the clichés --  was Mr. Coming-Out's lover.
Fantastic, I thought. All that in half an hour of chance encounter at
an airport. I may have changed the lives of several people that day.
Me and my big mouth. And my horny dick.

I was still planning to get my rocks off before boarding the plane. So
without further ado, after the conversation had settled, and the big
news was out of the way, I noticed the handsome one kept fumbling his
crotch and looking at me. He had so far played the straight naïve boy,
but I was dead sure there was something wrong with that image. As I
looked more closely, I realized he had a big fat hard on hiding under
his shorts.

"All that talk about gay boys make you horny, eh?" I said. He blushed.

"Wanna do something about it?

No answer.

"Come with me",  I said, and got up. Let him follow if he really is
interested. I had to pee anyway.

I heard whisper behind my back as I walked off slowly towards the
toilet behind the Spanish restaurant. I had had a trick with a hairy
construction worker there some months ago, and I knew that it featured
a baby care room which could be locked for up to half an hour by
inserting a one Euro coin. Just what the horny sailor needed.

I didn't look back once. I walked across the observation deck, into
the toilet, then into the changing room, and waited. Ten seconds
later, they all showed up, all three of them! I locked the door and
sat down on the wooden bench. They were just standing there,
speechless, a bit embarrassed and uneasy.  The handsome one's cock was
clearly hard forming a big bulge in his shorts. "Well, let's start
with you then," I said.

I knew I had to take the initiative and do so quickly if I wanted to
get some head and ass. Otherwise, their inexperience and shyness might
end up getting the better of them. I had a mental image of all of them
freaking out and running out. I pulled the handsome one closer and
opened the two buttons of his fly, then pulled his shorts down a bit.
He wasn't wearing any underwear.  The clean smell of young and eager
cock emanated from his crotch, but it already had a slight whiff of
manly musk. A fat cock, arching slightly to the left, sprang out. The
head had a small dark red spot on it, and his slit was dripping
pre-cum. With one big decisive move, I swallowed his entire cock and
started sucking it, wet and deep the way I like to be sucked. The guy
started moaning and groaning, then grabbed my head and forced his cock
down my throat. I heard the "oh wow, hot" of his goateed mate, and
noticed that the gay guy had withdrawn and was sitting at the far end
of the wooden bench, watching us. Maybe he was faithful to his
boyfriend I thought. A while later, I noticed him again: he had taken
out a very long and beautiful cock and was jerking off watching me
suck his mate.

Several times I felt that the handsome guy might be close to coming,
but every time he withdrew, stepped back, and told me to wait. He was
totally horny, but he didn't want to shoot too soon. The bald guy had
pulled out a short, fat cock with thick veins, and obviously reckoned
it was his turn now. He grabbed by head and shoved his tool in my
mouth. He was nervous and almost lost his hard-on.  While I was
sucking him, I had unbuttoned my fly and my cock was out and standing
proud, its usual self: pounding hard and oozing like a leaky faucet. I
had moved forward a bit, when the bald guy suddenly stepped back onto
the wooden bench. He took his shirt off and exposed an amazingly well
defined torso with rock-hard abs. He towered over me, his hand
stretched upwards touching the ceiling. I could now suck him standing
up, and as I did so, watch Mr. Coming Out in his corner, smiling
blissfully and jacking his beautiful big tool. I would have loved to
suck him, to be sure. He had the nicest cock of the three: big and
straight, without a blemish. I didn't much care for the type of
thick-veined can-shaped thing I was chewing on now. But cocks aren't
really my thing anyway: what I wanted most was to fuck one of them. I
love ass, male and female. I didn't much care who it would be, but I
started making plans on how to get them where I wanted them, or at
least one of them. At that point I felt something wet around my cock.
Without any encouragement, the handsome guy had sat down on the bench
between his mate's tanned calves and taken my cock in his mouth,
pumping his own with this right hand. It hadn't taken much to convince
him of the pleasures of man-to-man oral sex. I really doubt though
that this had been his first experience, especially because of what
happened next:

After sucking my cock for a while, he turned round and showed me his
ass, then bent down to support himself on the bench pushing out his
buttocks in an obvious invitation: he wanted to get fucked. I caressed
his buttocks, enjoying very much the blond fluff covering all of it.
Then I let go of the goatee's cock and turned my attention to Mr.
Handsome's ass entirely. I hadn't thought a gorgeous, firm piece of
ass would come offered on a plate so easily. My cock was pounding so
hard, I couldn't wait any longer. I worked on Mr. Handsome's perfect
globes and crack, flicking my tongue in and out, oiling it up with
spit and preparing it for entry.

The goateed mate had walked over to Mr. Gay in the meantime, and tried
to touch him, or make him come over to join us. There was an exchange
of words between them, the gay guy pushed him away, and Mr. Goatee
raised his voice. "Cut it out, I said ... don't push him. If he wants
to be faithful, thats a nice thing. Get over here and learn
something." Some more German followed, then the goatee come back over
and stood next to me. I spread the handsome guy's cheek to show Mr.
Goatee the hairless pink ring of his arsehole, then I stuck my tongue
out and licked the lovely asshole. Then I grabbed Mr. Goatee's neck,
pulled him down with me, and  pushed his face into the crack. "Try
it", I commanded. The skinhead athlete fought back, he didn't want to
lick ass, but I wouldn't let him go. I pushed his face into his mate's
ass, until Mr. Handsome felt the goatee and tongue caressing his
cherry and gave out a load moan.  "You see," I said, "he loves it. Now
keep sucking boy." I didn't have to tell him twice. He was already
very much into it. I repositioned Mr. Handsome so that I could have
him suck my cock for a while whilst goatee was rimming the shit out of
him. He was in heaven: one hunky guy eating out his ass, and a nice
cock in his face. There was a sparkle in his eyes when he looked up at
me, and with one hand he stroked my abs and followed the contours of
my muscles all the way up to my nipples. I closed my eyes to savor the
moment.

Here was I, having had a discussion about babies with my girlfriend
and maybe future wife on the phone only a few hours before, in the
diaper changing room of an airport, sucking and fucking with three
horny college kids. It occurred to me that I had no idea whether they
were of legal age, or what the legal age for gay sex was in Germany.
But my conscientious thoughts didn't last long. Again and again the
handsome guy's head bump into me while he sucked, and when I looked
up, I saw that the goatee had stopped rimming his mate and was no
trying to fuck him. He wasn't very good at it: his cock was to thick
and dry to go anywhere. He was going limp. Time for papa to give him a
lesson.

I withdrew my cock from the eager athlete's mouth and joined Mr.
Goatee at the rear end. I spat a fat wad in my hand and placed it on
his beer-can cock, then inserted two fingers into Mr. Handsome's
neverregion. He was too dry by a mile. "Here, let me," I said, "my
cock is smaller. I will loosen him up for you." He didn't seem to
understand what I meant by that. "I fuck him first, then you," I said,
pointing at his cock, and then at mine, indicated that mine was
shorter and considerably thinner. "So we don't hurt him." Amazingly,
all the while, Mr Oh-so-straight-and-Handsome stayed there, letting us
touch his ass, and following our discussion. Goatee now went over to
his face and there was an awkward moment when Mr. Handsome didn't open
his mouth, the beer-can cock all ready and eager to be sucked.

I figured that so far, they had only been straight mates, dudes in
college, picking up chicks and working out together, and even though
they now found themselves naked in a public toilet having wild sex
with an American soldier, there was obviously some inhibition and
shyness when it came to sucking each other's cocks. Mr. Handsome with
his short stubble beard needed a little encouragement. "Come on, suck
your friend's cock," I nudged him on, and he opened his mouth. Goatee
slid his fat cock in his mate's mouth. Mr. Handsome proceeded in a wet
moaning, groaning and slurping orgy. Short, fat cocks have that
effect: they make popping noises and tend to make one slurp.
Apparently, my dick had been to short and small to get him fully
excited, but with the beer can filling every corner of his northern
fuck hole, he had his work cut out for him. He did very obviously
enjoy his work. His face reddened from excitement, and twice he
managed to take the fat cock all the way down. He'd be an excellent
cocksucker in days to come, I decided. So young and already
deep-throating like a pro.

Time to concentrate on the task at my hands though. I had edged in a
bit, but cutie was still too tight and dry, so I stretched out my hand
in front of his face and told him to spit on it, then held it up to
the bald guy who was now face-fucking his mate with a vengeance, and
told him to spit in my palm. Suddenly, I felt the presence of the Gay
guy next to me. He had come up to us and was vigorously stroking his
cock. I realized he was about to come, looked him in the eyes, and he
nodded quietly before shooting a disappointingly small load of
nevertheless thick white cum into my palm. I smeared it over my cock
and some into Mr. Handsome's asshole. He was now finally greased up
enough to take some cock, and my reasonably proportioned tool slid in
without further ado. Well, some ado. An incredibly loud "Aaaaaaaaaaah"
from the handsome dude's mouth, which at first I thought was a cry of
pain, but then realized was a groan of pleasure. He must have been
fucked before, no doubt. Finally, I had what I wanted. I pounded away
at the kid's ass like there was no tomorrow. I don't come easily, and
I can fuck for hours and hours, and a few guys and my girl have told
me that I make up what I lack in size with  skill and stamina.

In an airport toilet, however, we couldn't go on forever, and Mr.
Goatee was eager to get his turn too. Twice he said "My turn now", and
only the third time did I finally let him come over and have a go at
his mate's ass. Mr. Handsome, who had been reluctant to blow his mate,
was nevertheless very keen on getting his ass stuffed by the beer-can
cock. I stood by his side and watched him push in: "slowly," I said,
"don't hurt him", but Mr. Handsome seemed wanted it faster and harder.
"It's OK" he said, and then something in German. Goateed Hunk did what
he seemed to do best: he banged away like a manic. I literally had to
shut Mr. Handsome up with my cock in his mouth in order to keep him
quiet, otherwise someone on the outside would surely have called the
police. The eager athlete  sucked my cock,, while his mate's fat cock
slid in and out of his ass, popping out occasionally with a loud
plopping sound anyone could have mistaking for a toilet plunger at
work.

After a few minutes, with the fucked athlete now barely able to stand
and his legs shaking, spit and pre-cum running down his chin, he
looked up at me with a look of insurmountable pleasure, and said: "Sir
give me your semen please!" He definitely had potential, I thought.

"It's called cum, boy, at least when you are sucking cock. You want my
cum?"

"Yes Sir."

And with that and less than ten strokes of the fist, I shot a massive,
more than three-week old load of fat, creamy man juice into the hunk's
mouth. He wasn't done swallowing when Mr. Goatee pulled out, brutally
grabbed his mate's shoulders, turned him round, pushed him down on the
floor so that he knelt in front of his friend, and with a load gasp
and groan shot seven -- I kid you not -- seven fat wads over the kid's
face and lips and mouth. He literally exploded into the handsome guy's
face. When I looked down at Mr. Handsome's cock, I saw that his public
hair was already stained with cum, and more was dripping from his piss
slit. He must have come already whilst being fucked. He couldn't stand
up anymore. His legs were trembling from the fierce pounding his ass
had received. I pulled him up towards me, and while the Gay boy had
already dressed and was waiting for us to finish and Mr. Goatee was
busy cleaning his cock and packing it away in his underwear, I kissed
the most handsome one of the three amazing athletes, and stuck my
tongue as far down his throat as possible. He reciprocated wildly and
passionately, and it was the impatient bald guy, dressed and ready to
leave, who shook his mate out of a trance-like bliss. In German he
said: "Hey, Marcus, break it up, time for boarding!"

Handsome Marcus got dressed in a hurry, and I helped wipe his face and
chin clean. The smell of cum was all over it. The faithful gay hunk
had already unlocked the door and he and Mr. Goatee had left the room
without saying a word of good bye but Marcus turned around in the
doorway, and said: "so, 'cum' it is called".
I nodded.

"I vil have more of it!"

I nodded. You go get as much as you want, I thought. I stepped forward
and pushed my name card in the pocket of his shorts. He smiled
bashfully, grabbed my neck and pulled my face towards him for another
kiss. Then he turned round and ran off after his mates.