Mississippi Gay Boy in Europe

So, I am finally at my European destination.

Keep in mind that I had grown up in small town Mississippi. My first venture out of the state was for army basic training, then advanced army training in Rochelle, New York. Followed by, a mind-blowing year-long experience in San Francisco. Now, I am across the Atlantic Ocean In Munich, Germany. Munich would become my favorite city on the planet.

Every location where US forces are stationed on the planet you will find a radio broadcasting station providing a touch of entertainment from home. In those days it was only radio while today the troops have radio and TV via satellite. There are stations in Germany, Italy, Korea and other far-flung locations.

I never considered myself as a real soldier. I was a broadcaster. To me, a real soldier is one of those military people who get shot at, and have the hardest and some of the most dangerous jobs in the military. I was not one of those guys.

After arriving in Munich, I discovered the radio station was not on a military installation but in an old mansion belonging, before WWII, to a painter named Kaulbach, thus the Kaulbach Mansion located on a street named after him.

One block away was the Munich English Garden, a public park. After dark one night, I walked over to the park. I instinctively knew this place would be a good cruising area for queers. I stood on the sidewalk at a park entrance, under a street light and waited to see if I could detect any gay activity. Fifteen minutes after I arrived there, a young guy walked up to me and asked, “You vant blowchob?” My first encounter with the German-English. I loved it.

He told me to follow him and we walked into the park, stepped off a path into the bushes. The boy dropped to his knees and started sucking my hard cock. He truly knew his way around a man’s dick. I put a hand on his head which freaked him out. He was concerned I would fuck up his hairdo, like crack the hair spray. So, I got my first German blowjob. There would be many more.

I later acquired a German girlfriend who became my second wife. We lived in the area where the Munich Olympic Village would be later built. I walked to and from work each day between the radio station and our apartment. It was an hour-long walk one way.

While on foot late one afternoon, or early one evening, I stopped at a small public men’s room to take a leak. Shortly after I stepped inside, an older man came in and took the urinal next to me. He immediately looked over to check me out. This was all new to me. I started to put my cock away, but this older dude, very strong, grabbed my hips and held on. He got on his knees, ripped my jeans open, and sucked my dick until I came in his mouth. Once I felt warm and wet wrapped around my horny cock, I was not inclined to object. I stopped there every day walking to the apartment and never had to wait long for a blowjob.

Just across the street from that men’s room was a small market place, with those old wooden vendor stands you see in the movies. This time it was later in the evening after a few beers with the guys at work. The market was closed, so I decided to see if anyone was hiding in the shadows there. I walked around and soon, stepping out of the shadows, was a guy in a medium brown cord suit. He stopped and looked at me. I stopped and looked at him. He walked over. He rubbed his ass against my crotch, took my cock out and kept rubbing himself on my bulge. I couldn’t figure out what the fuck he wanted. His cock was still behind his zipper. After a while he grabbed my hand and shoved it into the seat of his pants. A finger or two accidentally slipped inside a hole in the rear of his pants. What? This guy had permanently opened the seam in the butt of his suit pants just enough so that a cock would slip inside. I turned him around, shoved my dick in that hole in his pants, bent him over a table in front of the nearby stand, and fucked his brains out. After I unloaded in his cunt, he pulled off my cock and walked away. Not a word was spoken during the entire encounter.

The hole in the rear of his suit pants was a sneaky idea. He could get fucked but quickly unhook and become just another pedestrian. Quicker and safer than getting fucked with pants around your knees or ankles. Ingenious. I would employ that idea later to the ass of a pair of old 501s.

Although I had a German girlfriend, I never considered during those years the idea of giving up sucking dick or fucking man cunt. I was young and flexible in those years without much responsibility.

My wife and I eventually had three kids, but in those first years in Munich, I had a lot of fun due to a lack of family responsibility. I suppose I was bi at the time. I liked sex with women and men, but preferred men. When I wasn’t involved with the local population, there were two guys at work I fooled around with. One guy put his hand on my thigh once and when I didn’t punch him out, he moved up to my crotch and squeezed my bulge. After that, he often came to me at work when he was dick hungry and in his room upstairs, after work, I gave him what he craved.

The other guy at work was an 18-year-old. He was a blond with short, curly hair, blue eyes, of Swedish ancestry and I lusted after him every day. He wore Levi 501s and those jeans showed off his tight ass beautifully. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.

After work one day, we had a few beers at the small honor system bar in the basement at work and afterward went to his room where he stretched out on his bed and told me how horny he was. I was a little drunk and a lot horny and told him I would blow him if he agreed to keep it our secret. He said he wanted pussy and was too shy to meet a German girl.

One day he was sent to the network headquarters in Frankfurt for some administrative bullshit and when he returned, he mentioned to a small group of colleagues, me included, that one of the “star DJ’s” at the station in Frankfurt had tried to give him a blowjob. This gave me immense encouragement.

Months later I was sent out of town on a special assignment and the admin boss assigned the gorgeous young blond as my driver. I had made hotel reservations but after we arrived there, the hotel clerk said they had to give my reservation of a two-bed room to someone who outranked me. So, they had changed our accommodations to a normal two-person single bed and they had no other vacancies. Someone up there really does like me. Later that night, at my driver’s suggestion we got six bottles of German beer and after finishing it, decided to go to bed. In bed we chatted about shit and I reminded him of his trip to Frankfurt and asked if the other soldier DJ had tried to give him a blowjob or had actually sucked him off. He was quiet for a bit and then said, yes, the dude had indeed given him a blowjob. A few minutes later, he said, “I know you’ve been wanting my dick for a long time and tonight, I’m gonna give it to you.

“Are you serious,” I asked.

He said, “Yeah, you don’t even have to play with it. It’s already hard.”

I felt his Jockey covered crotch and he was hard, really hard. I grabbed the waist band of his underwear, he lifted his ass, I pulled his Jockeys off and pulled the covers back. I got on all fours between his legs licked and sucked his full balls, licked up and down his steel-hard shaft. I deepthroated and sucked him for a few minutes when He grabbed the bottom edge of the bed headboard and threw his legs back, and planted his feet against the headboard. His ass was there for the taking. I had eaten a man’s ass only once before, and I definitely wanted to make this number two. I licked, sucked and tongue-fucked this boy. Sucked his teen cunt into my mouth and chewed on it. He eventually told me if I wanted his cum, I should get back on his dick soon because he was gonna shoot any minute now. I swallowed his dick and milked him with my tongue and throat. His teen load was delicious. After we finished, he said, “That’s all you’re gonna get from me for a long time.” Turns out I never had sex with him again. He didn’t offer and I was too occupied with my girlfriend and discrete gay sex.

We had remained friends at work and the day he left to return to the States for discharge, he stopped in my office to say goodbye. He gave me a big hug and we both got teary-eyed. He was a good kid in more ways than one. During the time he was there, he often talked to me about personal things, his family and one guy at work who was always putting him down. During that farewell hug, he told me I was the only one he had to talk two for the past two years. I missed him for a long time after he left.

The five years I spent in Munich were some of the best days of my life. It was one big party. As far as gay sex is concerned, I was like a kid being turned loose in a candy store. I had a great girlfriend early on who helped me to get out and about in the German community, a couple of close friends at work, a few close German friends and an endless supply of real beer.

Germans are very open about sex, with few hang-ups, and I found that refreshing after growing up among a white trash family, ruled over by a former farm girl with a fourth-grade education. There was little love or touching.

Most of my sexual activity in the early days in paradise took place in Munich’s English Garden. It is one of the largest inner-city parks in the world. It is larger than New York’s Central Park and bigger than London’s Hyde Park. I quickly discovered that area in the park where guys meet for a quicky after dark. In those days, it was always a busy place but today, the Internet, online hookups and such have just about eliminated cruising for gay sex in the English Garden. I consider myself lucky to have been around during the fun days.

Alcohol increases my already high level of horniness and I always joined my colleagues at work for a couple of beers after the day’s work was done. That meant a stop in the English Garden on the way home. And, after I got a car, I also stopped at that men’s room I mentioned earlier, as I drove home. I could never get enough sex.

In those days there were numerous public restrooms scattered about in the city. After dark, it was difficult to get inside one of those facilities to take a leak because those restrooms were packed with guys having sex. During the day, there was less activity but one never had to wait long to get or give a blowjob. And, in a separate part of the restroom were stalls and there was fucking going on in those sit-down cabins day and night. I loved going into the pissoir at Herkomerplatz on a Saturday night. The aroma was intoxicating: a mixture emanating from the vapors of poppers, piss, sweat and sex.

I recall getting picked up one night by a young college student who took me to his one-room apartment. We were both naked in record time and I was hungry for that boy’s dick. We hopped onto his bed, started feeling each other up, kissing, licking and I blew him like a savage animal. He loved it and shot his load down my throat. I quickly straddled his chest on my knees to feed him my hard cock. He panicked, “No, no, I don’t do that.” I was bigger than him and stayed sitting on his chest until I jacked off on his face. Fucker. That was probably a rude thing to do but, hey I wanted something too. I later discovered some guys like getting head but don’t give it; reciprocation doesn’t always happen. That’s OK.

One night as I was walking around, I saw a parked taxi with driver sitting behind the wheel. I walked over and quickly went through the introductory phase. He said, “What’s up?” I told him I was horny to suck a cock. He put down the paper he had been reading and told me to get in. This guy was nicely hung and had a very long foreskin. When I chewed on it a little, he became highly excited, moaned and shoved my head down, burying his thick rod down my throat. I gagged at the unexpected intrusion into my deep throat. After that, he mostly fucked my throat from his sitting position. I swallowed his load, he thanked me, I thanked him and I left. It is just that easy.

Late one night, I stopped at the English Garden and sucked a little, groped a lot and went down on a guy who was nicely hung with about eight inches. After a few minutes, he lifted me under my arms and asked if I spoke English. I told him I did and he suggested we go to his car. He was parked on the street a short distance away. After we got in his vehicle, I asked if he was a tourist. He said he was a US Marine stationed at the nearby US Consulate. I had not knowingly had sex with a marine at that point and I was flooded with excitement. He opened his slacks and hauled out his thick, hard, cock. He reached over and pulled my face down into his crotch. I started to lick and he barked, “Open your mouth.” I thought I was gonna piss my pants. I had never been with a guy who showed any degree of dominance. I was worried about messing up his car seat if I pissed. He started fucking my throat, I was gagging and he said, “Suck me dry.” He began talking really dirty.

“You like my dick cocksucker? Don’t stop sucking me after I cum, I want you to empty my balls. Think you can do that for me?”

I mumbled an “Uh huh.” I had a mouthful of dick at the time.

“You like that marine dick? You probably never had a real man’s dick before, sucking off all of these German queers. This dick is in a lot of pussies but you queer boys suck dick too well for me to pass that up, too.”

He started breathing loud and heavy and I felt his warm cum shoot out on my tongue. I love it when guys don’t warn me, but just unload when they want. It reminds me that they are the top and in control. He sounded like an angry bear when he came. Hands on my head, forcing his cock balls deep, me gagging and trying to prevent puking and pissing.

“Don’t stop.”

I swallowed and kept massaging his thick fuck tool with my lips, tongue and throat.

“Goddammit”

He was apparently feeling some discomfort after having just shot a big load and I was concerned that I was hurting him, so I stopped.

“Did I tell you to stop!”

I quickly resumed going up and down. He stayed hard the entire time. I felt his cock throb again after a very few minutes.

“Ahhhhhhh fuck! Jeezuss, oh shit.” He rattled off a flood or profanity as he shot a second big load. I struggled to swallow it all but I didn’t lose an oral stroke and kept going.

Shortly afterward, he said, “Stop, I can’t take any more.” He grabbed some tissues from the car’s glove compartment and wiped his cock dry.

I wanted to do this again, so I offered, “I can give you my phone number at work and when you need another blowjob you can give me a call and we can arrange to meet again.”

“No, can’t do that. I don’t go looking for a queer that often and I never remember a guy because I might fall in love if he’s really good.” He laughed out loud.

I knew he was joking but I was a little hurt by his lack of interest in another hookup. He noticed.

“Look, you were fantastic, really. It was better than I usually get, but I can’t afford to get caught doing this and I don’t have any idea if we get followed around to see what we are up to for security reasons. So, once in a while I take a chance and always get good head. But I don’t want any connections, such as phone numbers, addresses and such shit. In my job, it’s just too risky.”

“OK; I understand. Maybe we will run into each other again sometime.” I got out of his car and went back for one last quickie before calling it a night. I didn’t meet the marine again, despite the fact that I cruised the English Garden nearly every night.

I met a German guy who worked for the local public TV station. He took me to his apartment a few times. He was the first sexually kinky German I fooled around with. He always had his balls tied up or was wearing a ring on his dick or a cock ring around his cock and balls. This was all new to me but I loved the kinkiness of it. The second time I was there, he asked me to make him drink piss. I got really excited about this even though I had never before had a thought about piss play. He jumped off the bed and grabbed a drinking glass from the kitchen. He handed it to me and I just stared at the glass and then at him. He ripped the glass from my hand and pissed into the glass. He showed it to me and I said, “Drink it.”

“Yes, Sir.” He chugged the glass of his piss and showed me the empty glass.

“Good boy.” I was saying these things as if I knew I was being correct. I don’t know how I knew what to say.

He knelt on the bed looking at me. I just shoved him down on his back, crawled over him, told him to open and I fucked his face. He was moaning and squealing like a school girl. It turned me on like I was never turned on before.

As he drove me home, he said. “I’m glad you came today wearing your soldier uniform.” I was wearing my fatigues, cammos or whatever they are called these days.

“Next time you can make me drink your piss,” he said. Then I realized that I had not played his piss game the way he expected. The next time I made him drink my piss directly from my hose. He jacked himself off in a couple of minutes while drinking my golden body fluid. After he came, he was always done with sex. This time he came too soon but I forced him to swallow my load anyway after I jacked off into his open mouth. I was top only with this guy. I never even touched his cock. He was a born sub and like me treating him like he was subservient to me and I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy it.

We hooked up a few more times but I guess the kinky sex became boring for him due to my inexperience and he stopped calling.

I got one of many calls during my time in Munich to do some English language dubbing of a German movie. This particularly movie was set in Nazi Germany and I was playing voice actor for a German soldier. I was told a German actor would arrive soon to direct this dubbing session. I was the only one in for this part. Obviously, the person directing the dubbing must be fluent in English. The director was late arriving and the crew in the control room was getting anxious. When I heard someone mention the director’s name, I put two-and-two together and instantly knew who would be joining us. I was a big fan of this actor and had heard about his perfectionism. He finally arrived and we got to work. He was very easy to work with and complimented me on my voice work. We only had to do retakes of three or four scenes.

After, the session, as I was leaving, I stopped in the men’s room to take a leak and in walked the actor/director. He took the urinal next to me; there were only two.

“I didn’t know any German worked on Sunday,” I said.

“We don’t usually, but today was an exception. My usual Sundays include sleeping late and taking care of my persistent horniness. I am abnormally oversexed. But today I am working. I had another job before this one.”

I caught myself staring at his cock while he was talking. I was a little embarrassed. Then these words came pouring out of my mouth: “Then you must be really horny by now.” I couldn’t believe I had said that.

He looked at me but didn’t say anything right away. He slowly stroked his cock. He was about six inches soft, foreskin back just enough to expose his piss slit. He looked me in the eye and said, “My instincts tell me you want to help me out.”

I stumbled, sputtered, mouth opening but no words coming out.

He said, “Am I right? It’s no big deal if you like to suck a man’s dick. I don’t care if you do, but I don’t go that way. I’ll admit that nothing satisfies me like a queer swinging on my cock.”

I smiled at him but kept quiet.

He nodded toward the stalls and walked over, opened a door and waited. I blushed bright red as I walked into the stall. He came in and locked the door and pointed for me to sit on the toilet.

As he opened his belt and slacks, he said, “You don’t need to open your pants. I don’t want to see your cock because I have no interest. I just need your mouth, opened wide and you’ll need to open your throat to pleasure me.”

I had never spoken this much to anyone whose cock I was about to service and it made me blush. But, the actor/director was talking like it was an everyday occurrence. This openness about sex was something I would learn to understand and practice.

I opened and opened and took him in. He was semi-hard but after my throat muscles contracted in response to his invasion, he was quickly as hard as a piece of granite. He held my head and fucked my throat, like he was assaulting a pussy. I gagged a lot.

“Keep quiet. Get control of that.”

I had tears running down my face and was suppressing my gag reflex. I loved this so much. A straight guy, using my queer face for his pleasure. Not a big deal for him.

When he came, it was a huge load. I was afraid I was going to make a big mess but I managed to contain the cum flood and swallowed every drop.

He pulled out, grabbed toilet paper to wipe and dry his cock. Without even looking my way, he said, “Thanks.” He unlocked the door and walked out. I heard the outer door open and close. He was gone.

I started to jackoff but thought I would save this experience in my brain and use it later. I opened my pants and mopped up the precum with toilet paper and repacked everything and walked to my car.

Another time I met a sexy guy in the men’s room at Herkomerplatz several times. He was married and always looking to get his dick sucked. Total top, never touched another man’s cock. If he came into the pissoir and saw me there, he would take the urinal next to me, pull out his cock and pull my head down to his hard dick. He would do this regardless of who was in the room at the time. After a couple of times, I found I was getting turned on by having guys coming and going and seeing me sucking this hot guy’s dick. He was one of the few Germans shorter than me. I’m 5-8.

I was also regularly fucking a school teacher from the US military dependent school system in Munich. We would go to his apartment and I would fuck him, bareback, and breed his hungry hole. He was not interested in getting his cock sucked, so I was top only with him. He sucked me until I was rock hard and then got on all fours, spread his ass cheeks and moaned loudly as I penetrated his man cunt. I was seven inches and maybe a little more with the right stimulation. This guy could get me hard a little past seven inches. I was fairly thick. He called me his pony. I think we fucked about half-a-dozen times and then he broke his leg skiing and sported a full leg cast with crutches. He couldn’t get into position for fucking so we stopped seeing each other and I lost track of him.

During all of this, my girlfriend and I had gotten married and moved from the apartment in north Munich into government housing in a large forest setting. The folks living upstairs from us had two teenage sons. The older one was a bad boy always in trouble at school. He was super intelligent and school was really boring for him, not a real challenge.

He asked me for a ride a couple of times and the third time as I was driving him, he asked if my wife gave me head. I was a little offended and he apologized but said he thought he could help me out if I wasn’t getting a good blowjob at home.

He chased me for a few months with his offer and then one day, I was driving him when he brought up the idea of sucking my dick and I drove to a deserted road in the forest and told him to take care of me if he was serious. He opened my belt with one hand and popped the buttons on my 501s with the other. He swallowed my cock down to the pubes in one stroke. This boy had sucked cock before. He was a high school senior so he had been around long enough to gain some experience.

After my one moment of weakness, he found excuses to knock on my apartment door and try to get me away from my wife. I warned him that his parents would find out about him and that would mean trouble. I told him my wife might mention to his mom about his knocking on our door a lot and then suspicion would do him in. So, he backed off until graduation day.

After his high school graduation ceremony, he knocked on my door, and asked if I was going shopping and if so, could I give him a ride. He whispered to me that he wanted his graduation present. I knew what he was after. I thought momentarily that if this boy got through high school without getting expelled, he deserved to get his present from me. I drove to the woods and took care of his present.

This time it would be a little different. I had him scoot down on the car seat while I knelt, straddling his thighs. I fucked his face and he loved it. Moaning and groaning and working my cock as I shoved it down his throat repeatedly. I was very turned on by fucking his face for the first time and gave me a big present. Afterward, he asked why I hadn’t done it like that before now.

A couple of months after that, his family starting moving back to the US. He said his father was allowed to remain in place until after the completion of the school year. One day before his family departed, he caught me as I was walking to my car and said he was gonna miss me. Said I was the only adult he was having sex with and he didn’t like guys his age because they didn’t know ‘how to do it.’ We hugged and said our farewells.

The military hospital was just across from our apartment building and an enlisted army medic assigned there also lived in our building. He was a true wheeler-and-dealer and was on a first name basis with all of the doctors. He asked me since I spoke German if I had time on the coming weekend to go to a German department store with him to buy something. I was glad to help out. On the way back home, we were chatting about bullshit when out of the clear blue sky, he said, “How about a blowjob?”

I thought for a few seconds and said, OK.”

He directed me to an isolated place in the forest near our building and we got down to business. Fuck, this guy gave the best head I had ever had to that point. He really was good. He could swallow my cock to the pubes and keep it deep indefinitely. He had mastered the art of breathing through his nose. He take my cock balls deep and would swallow to massage my cock with his throat muscles and at the same time would run his tongue up and down and around my shaft. Fuck he was good.

I warned him that I was about to cum which prompted him to get down to the main event. He started breathing like a horny bull, sucking harder, rotating his head back and forth as he moved his mouth up and down. When the first shot of my load fired into his mouth, his action turned into a hyper-piston. Up and down faster than a bullet. His action caused me to involuntarily raise my ass up off the car seat and he grabbed my ass cheeks underneath pulling me into him. He was still going and the orgasm was turning to a combination of pleasure and pain. I wanted him to stop but then I didn’t. I was teetering on that thin line where pain becomes pleasure. He was milking me at this point and I had never before experienced this type of blowjob. I let him go until he got tired. When he stopped and removed his hands from my butt cheeks, I dropped down onto the seat. I was stunned. I wasn’t sure about what had hit me and taken me beyond earthly pleasure.

I just sat still for several minutes, letting my body return to normal. My neighbor was groaning and moaning as he came down from his personal high.

“You got a cum rag in the car? He asked.

“I got a roll of paper towels under the seat.” I pulled the roll out and handed it to him.

He ripped off some sheets and started to unbuckle his belt. “I shot my load in my shorts, gotta clean that up before I go home.”

“You came while you were doing me?”

“Yeah, I think that’s the first time I ever came without touching myself.”

I looked at him, puzzled. “How did that happen, man?”

“Well, you are only the second guy I’ve done who will let me keep sucking him after he comes and you were going for a marathon. The other guy can’t last that long.”

“I had never done that before. But it felt so good I didn’t want to declare it over. It was pleasure and pain all mixed together and for a long while the pleasure was on top but eventually the pain overtook the sensations and then it was too much. But great while it lasted.”

“Man, I really do love sucking dick and I hope to get to do this with you many more times.”

I asked him, “Who’s the other guy who can get past the orgasm?”

“Well, I can’t tell you his name but he is an army major at the hospital, a doctor, who has a monster cock. He is horny 24/7 and sometimes will meet me in a medical supply room to fuck my face. But we have to be quiet so the really hot sex only happens at his house or in his car. Mostly in his car.”

One day when I was shopping at the military department store, I was picked up by a young guy in the upper floor men’s room. I don’t know if he was a young soldier or the son of a military man or civilian employee. He said he lived in the same area as I did and he was driving home. I followed him and parked my car a distance away from my apartment building. I climbed into his old Volkswagen van and he drove to the woods. I was kneeling on the floor of his van sucking his dick and he kept scooting more and more over the edge of the seat. I didn’t catch on to what he was doing until he sat up, reached down, took my dick in his hand and pulled it up into has ass crack. He just said, “Fuck me.”

It took me a bit of time to find his anal fuck portal, but with only my precum as a lube, I slid inside him with very little resistance. As I entered him, he growled like a dog and said, “Yes.” I took my time to really enjoy this young stud. I fucked him slowly and deeply. He was a hot fuck. After I came and slowed down, he quickly wrapped his legs around me and held me against him.

“Just keep it inside me while I jackoff.”

I took his cock in my hand but he pushed my hand away and said, “Let me do it.” I gave him little hump bumps while he stroked himself.

“Oh, yeah, keep doing that.”

He fired several cum shots that landed on the back of the seat, his face, chest and dribbled onto his balls at the end. “Fuck, that was awesome,” he mumbled.

Those are some of my more memorable encounters. There were many, many more but apparently not good enough to remember or just quickies to get off and forget. It was a great time for a Mississippi boy who was out of the country for the first time, enjoying a similar, but different culture, with a very different attitude toward sex and life in general.

That was my first five years in Germany. Various assignments over time would allow me to spend twelve years doing radio-TV broadcasting in Frankfurt, Berlin, Ramstein and again in Munich.

Today, I live in the Munich suburbs with my life’s partner. He and I have very similar interests in music, entertainment, sex, food, recreation and so many other things.

It turns out that before we met, we both were in Dallas, Texas, at the same time and another time in Tokyo, Japan at the same time but missed each other both times. Another coincidence involves birthdays. His mother and I have birthdays in the same month. He and my mother have birthdays in the same month. Go figure. But ours is a story for another time, maybe.

The End