The German Lieutenant

"Getting to Know You"

Mikey, our new neighbor is driving me crazy, and I mean that in a good way. He is the true million-dollar man, because he is so perfect. Dark blond hair, military cut, blue-grey eyes, well-built but not bodybuilder-muscular, about six feet tall. His height is just my estimate; my partner insists that I am always way off the mark when measuring objects by eye-balling them. We determined that early on in our relationship when, at a party, I estimated a guy’s cock, hanging down the front of his chaps, to be 12 inches. Roberto laughed loudly and hysterically and yelled, ‘Eight inches tops.’ The crowd quickly turned our way and I heard a lot of laughter.

Outside now with our two Westies, I passed our suburban condo complex on my right, I scanned the horizon for Mikey but he was nowhere to be seen. My heart sank. Suddenly, a voice I recognized called out, “Hey neighbor.” I turned to see Mikey with his girlfriend’s dog on a leash. God, here’s a six-feet-tall hunky dude with a short-haired dog as small as a chihuahua. What a mismatch.

“Hi, Mikey.”

“Hello, Markus.”

We each took steps to get closer. “Come on, Mikey, let me show you a new place to walk the dogs.” We turned left instead of taking a right turn along the creek.

I pointed to my right toward an open field and said, “We call this plot of land the Strawberry Field.” The first summer that I lived out here with Roberto, the farmer planted a field of self-pick strawberries. This was about the time we got our first dog and when asked where I had taken our Mackie, I would casually say, “Around the strawberry field.” No further explanation needed. So, this has been the strawberry field ever since. But since the strawberries, the farmer most often plants corn or wheat here.

As we walked around the Strawberry Field, Mikey asked if I had been in the military. I said I had, but in the US army. We exchanged experiences. Mikey noted that he was fairly new to the German army and was fascinated by my own tales of being in the army a few years earlier in Munich. We were soon back at our starting point and walked toward our buildings.

Inside the complex, we stopped for more chatting in front of my condo entrance and Mikey seemed nervous about something. I said, “Well, thanks for the company and chat. Catch you again tomorrow morning.” I turned to insert my key into the front door lock.

“Hey.”

I turned around facing him with what was surely a puzzled look on my face.

“Would you like to have a cup of coffee with me. At my place, I mean.”

I was surprised but said, “Sure. Let me get the dogs settled and I’ll be right there.”

“Over there in the corner. Third floor, apartment on the right at the landing.”

I nodded and went inside. I felt as nervous as a schoolboy going on his first date but convinced myself that this is just a neighborly invite for a cup of coffee. I changed my t-shirt to remove any traces of dog-walking sweat. I liked the aroma of man sweat, but not my own. I know, I know. Hey, it’s just who I am. OK? I stopped at the door, turned around, got fresh socks and changed sneakers from the dog-walking shoes to sneakers without any hidden traces of dog shit. Not everyone picks up after their dogs out there and sometimes you just fuckin’ step in it.

For some reason I thought about a scat party Roberto and I accidentally went to a few years ago, thinking for some reason that the party that night was Sports & Sneakers. We always go to these local fetish club parties early, so we didn’t have a clue right away that we had entered unchartered territory. But, after an hour or so, I was hoping the smell in the air could be magically replaced by the odor of smelly sneakers and that would have been a vast improvement. But, when someone walked by and smeared shit on my partner’s chest and mine, we decided it was time to fuckin’ go. The queer boy at checkout smiled and made some comment about our leaving so early. We ignored him and did a speed-walk to the car.

Bringing my thoughts back to the present I was speed-walking to Mikey’s apartment. Up the stairs and a finger quickly landed on the doorbell button.

Mikey answered the door, still in his running gear. God, he has such a sexy smile, young and boyish.

“Hey, Mikey”

Come on in, Markus.” He closed the door behind us. Guiding me into the kitchen with a hand on my back, he said, “I had breakfast this morning with my girlfriend because I wanted to invite you for a coffee and didn’t want you to have to watch me eat.”

I smiled and his word ‘eat’ kept running around in my head like an Indy 500 race car. I realized Mikey has said something to me and I quickly spat out “What?”

“I only wanted to know if you want milk and sugar.”

“No milk and artificial sweetener if you have it.”

“Yes, my girlfriend has some sweetener here somewhere.” He fumbled around the kitchen counter and found the tablets. Not my favorite brand but for the pleasure of being in his presence I would have agreed to anything as a sweetener, even actual sugar.

We stood at the kitchen counter/breakfast bar, sipping our coffee.

“I probably should take a shower because I don’t smell too great after my morning run and then walking the dogs.” He lifted his t-shirt to reveal ab bumps but not a real six-pack. The evidence, but not exaggeration, of his abs matched the rest of his physical appearance perfectly.

“No, no. You don’t need to take a shower for me. You don’t smell that bad.”

He looked at me with the expression of a deer in the headlights. “You sure, because I am all sweaty.”

“Well, I did change my t-shirt and socks and sneakers but I didn’t shower either.”

“But I don’t smell you. Do you smell me?”

I could smell his sweaty body but I took advantage of the situation to get closer to him. I leaned over a few inches from his chest and sniffed noisily. “Nope you smell great to me.” He blushed a little.

“I find man sweat to be a pleasing aroma. It is how a man should smell after physical exertion.”

He looked at me with disbelief, not knowing if I was fucking with him or if I was serious. Fuck, now he thinks I'm weird.

Mikey chuckled and jokingly lifted his left arm slightly. I grabbed his bicep and lifted his arm higher, over his head. I looked into his eyes and shoved my face in his armpit and inhaled. He stood as still as a marble statue. I stood up straight and let go of his arm. “See, I was serious.” This would either fuck things up or encourage him to explore.

I made eye contact and held my stare. Mikey was in full blush. I mean as RED- faced as a baboon’s ass at the zoo. So many thoughts racing around in my brain. He was probably a very innocent young man who was following the directions of society. Graduate from school, get a girlfriend, move in together and live happily ever after.

“I’m sorry Mikey, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“No, no. I mean I just didn’t think you were serious about the sweat thing. “And,” he chuckled nervously, still embarrassed, “I mean no one has ever sniffed my armpit. My girlfriend won’t get near me after my run, until I take a shower.”

“Your girlfriend doesn’t know what she’s missing.” Mikey’s adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. It was more like a gulp. He was nervous. New territory with a stranger. Uncomfortable. “Mikey, I was married for quite a few years until my wife asked me if I was gay. I told her the truth.” So, I understand your situation all too well.

“Yes, I already knew that you are gay. Another neighbor told me about a gay couple who had been here forever.”

I smiled and he seemed more relaxed suddenly.

“I have a couple of gay friends in the army.” Quickly, he said, “But, I don’t do anything with them.”

“Why should you, you have a girlfriend. But, tell me honestly, have you thought about having sex with guys? I mean to let them give you head?”

“Head?”

Sorry, that’s what we sometimes call a blowjob in English.”

“Blowjob I know, but I never had one. Not from a guy but my girlfriend tried it once for me but and didn’t like it and she won’t do it again. For the short time that she had my cock in her warm and wet mouth it seemed like it could have been really great if it had only lasted longer.”

“Your gay friends…..”

“No. They never asked if they could give me.......head, and I would have trouble asking someone I worked to do that for me.”

“But, have you thought about it.” He looked away, and after a couple of seconds turnedback to me.

“Sure. I have thought about it a couple of times because I am a very curious guy. And, always extremely horny. OK; I have thought about it a lot since those guys at work told me how good it is. I've also thought about seeing a psychologist about my preoccupation with thoughts of sex.

“Mikey, some of us think about sex more than others. I am horny 24/7 and think about sex constantly. I think many men’s thoughts are preoccupied with sexual things. I think you are as normal as the rest of us. For some reason, society tells us we are abnormal if we think a lot about sex. But I think all men are wired that way if they can be honest about it.”

“You really think so?”

“Yes, I do. May I ask how often you have sex with your girlfriend?”

“Well, not more than a couple of times a week. It’s mostly when she wants to. I often try to show her how horny I am but she always says she is tired, or has a headache or has to do something instead.”

“Pretty typical, I think. Mikey, there are a lot of straight, married men who have the same problem and they find themselves a gay guy to take care of their horniness. They don’t think it is cheating because it is not with a woman. It doesn’t make them gay and the guy doing them is always glad to do it anywhere and anytime. There is no dinner date first or drinks at the bar. You don’t have to spend money to have sex. It’s just sex, nothing else.”

“Really?”

“When I worked in Washington, DC, a few years ago, I had several married guys who were more than happy to stop and give me sex at a moment’s notice. One was a high school principal who was married and had three teenage kids. Another was a guy who would take his wife and daughter to the shopping mall, drive to my place, give me sex and return to the mall to wait for his wife and daughter. Another married guy was a choir director at a neighborhood church. He was a truly horny fucker. I met him for a couple of hours each Friday since I had that day free from work. I fucked his brains out, filled him with my cum; he was happy and I was sexually satisfied for a while.”

Mikey was getting very interested in all of this sex talk. I really was not trying to take advantage of him but if he allowed it, I would do him in a New York minute.

“You mean you fucked that choir guy in his asshole?"

“Yes, and in his throat. And in his church office.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! All of this sex going on and I’m just horny all the time.”

I looked down and saw that Mikey had a big boner tenting his running shorts.

“Mikey, I don*t want to take advantage of you and your situation but I would have sex with you without any hesitation. You are a beautiful man, great body and wonderful personality. You radiate sexiness.

“But I am not gay. And, you have a long-term partner.”

“Mikey, it only takes one gay man for a good blowjob to happen. Roberto and I both have sex with other guys. It is just sport fuck. Roberto says it is much like getting together for a game of tennis. Just fun, nothing else. He and I are very much in love with each other and our sex together is, emotionally, different from our sex with other guys. Physically the same, but the emotions are just different. We have sex with love and with other guys it is just animalistic sex, just for pleasure.”

“Will you tell him about our sex if we should do it?”

That question stopped me cold. It seems he is opening up the possibility.

“Yes, I will, Mikey. Roberto and I do not have secrets. Secrets destroy love and relationships. I told him about meeting a gorgeous new neighbor and he said I should not have sex with our neighbors. After he met you, he told me we may have to make an exception in your case. He also thinks you are a gorgeous man.

“I would like to try sex with a man and I trust you. But, if it does not work out for either of us, I want us to still be friends. Can we do that?”

“Mikey, I would very much like that, too. And, I see you’re excited about the idea of sex.”

“Yes, all of this talk has made me so horny. Just thinking about being sexually satisfied has made me more horny than usual. You know, after my orgasm, I just want to feel satisfied, like I will know that the horniness has been taken care of. I have never experienced that and I am desperate for that feeling of sexual satisfaction.”

I stood close to him, sniffed his body slowly and then lifted his arm, pressed my nose into his armpit again but his time I slowly stuck out my tongue and licked up and down his armpit, tasting the dark blond hairs there.

Mikey moaned. “No one has ever done that to me. You’re gonna make me cum.”

Not today I won't. I want you to think about it and when you are ready just tell me. It can be tomorrow and next month, when you are ready.

“I’m ready, really ready. Markus, show me what gay sex is like.”

“Are you sure? Absolutely sure you want to go through this now?

“Yes, please, please do me.”

I took Mikey in my arms, pressed my body against his and whispered in his ear. “Relax, buddy. Just let go and enjoy.”

I pulled his t-shirt over his head, dropped it on the floor, rubbed his pecs, pulled nis nipples slightly, twisted a little and moved my palms down his abs. I slid my flat palms against the side of his hips, inside his running shorts and pushed them down. As soon as the sweaty shorts reached the top of his sneakers, he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.

I took him by the hand and led him into the living room. At the couch, I told him to sit.

I knelt in front of him, rubbing down his thighs and lower legs. I slow removed each shoe and sock, gave him a short foot massage, spread his legs wide, leaned forward and licked the inside of his thighs.

The moaning started quietly.

I avoided the prized-possession and licked up Mikey’s left side, stopping at the armpit. He lifted his arm overhead and I sniffed, licked and used my lips to gently tug on the dark blond hairs in his pit.

I moved over to a nipple, sucked it, nibbled on it and licked across to the other nub. I licked and nibbled and moved to the remaining armpit. Sniff. Lick. Tug. The moans were getting louder. I licked down his side to his crotch.

I buried my face in his nut bag, sniffing the sweaty, manly aroma. My tongue came out of hiding and tongue-washed the sack and sperm factories resting inside. Mikey was squirming, rocking his body side-to-side. Short exhaling, moaning, whimpering, whining. I took his thick, seven inches in my hand. It felt hard as marble but with a rubbery, warm, moist covering. He was uncut and his foreskin formed a dick nipple. I grabbed it between my teeth and nibbled, pulled, stretching the cock cover. I moved my head downward, keeping the foreskin in my mouth. My lips tightened, forcing the foreskin back, sliding his bulging cockhead over my rough tongue.

“Oh, my fucking God!”

I swirled my tongue around the head, mopping up the copious precum pouring out from the piss-slit. I dug in there with my tongue, pulling out more of the sticky, tasty fluid.

“Markus” he whined. “Please don’t stop what you’re doing. I don’t want these feelings shooting through my body to ever stop.”

I formed a suction, pulling my cheeks inward, and moved down his cock, faking a gagging sound, as I swallowed him whole.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

I stopped, cock buried balls deep and waited for the building orgasm to stop. After a minute, I rubbed my tongue up and down the shaft. The moaning from above resumed.

I knew Mikey was sitting on the edge and that he really wanted to cum. I remembered my first blowjob from a guy and understood what my neighbor was going through.

I began moving my warm, wet human suck machine up and down his shaft, long strokes, keeping just the head inside before rushing back down, up and down, faster and faster.

Mikey, slapped both hands on the back of my head and lifted his ass off the couch, fucking my throat as fast as he could move his body. The boy’s a natural. He slammed all the way down my throat and held my head still as well as his body. Throb, throb, throb. He shot at least three big volleys of sperm directly into my guts. It was more than wonderful.

Mickey lowered himself to the couch, hands still on the back of my head. He was still rock hard. I started to release his cock when he quckly said, “No! Don’t move. Leave it in your mouth.”

After a couple of minutes, I started licking his hard shaft, began moving slowly up and down.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

I was a bit aggressive this time. Dragging my teeth lightly up his shaft. Rotating my head going up and down. I was making slurping, sucking noises. Moaning with pleasure and dominance. I was gonna do this quickly, hoping for a second orgasm.

It came less than five minutes after I started. He filled my mouth with his sperm, moaning, catching his breath, yelling every word of profanity I have ever heard and some in German that were new to me.

“Fuck! Man, I finally feel sexually fulfilled. It’s a wonderful feeling for me personally and I think I gave something to you in return.”

I slowly released his cock. “You wanna try for a third orgasm?”

“Not right now. I just don’t want to disturb the sensations, the feelings, all that is going on inside me right now.”

I sat beside Mikey on the couch, rubbed his thigh.

“Can you hold me, Markus. Just hold me in your arms. I want to feel your naked body against mine.”

I turned and wrapped my arms around him. He is such a sweet young man, hungering for life experiences.

TO BE CONTINUED