The Autobahnpolizei

I slink over to him, trying to walk as sexy as the whore he has made me, and I reach out to touch his shoulders. Suddenly he grabs me and pulls me to him in a kiss!

Ach, mein Gott! I kiss a man!

But is fabulous, and his lips on mine are like I kiss the battery cables. I am electrocute! Helpless! I tremble and shiver in shock and the frenzy of man-love.

When I feel his tongue jab out from his lips, I suck on it like--Gott, I realize is true--I want to suck his cock. But he wallows me back and forth, his lips drooling over mine, spreading his spit all over my face, and I am again crazy. Almost I feel the Orgasmus coming again.

When he finally release me, I am panting, such hard breathing that he laughs. "Fritz, you are the hottest straight guy I ever saw." He pushed down on my shoulders, and I know what he wants.

I drop to his crotch, grab his huge, wonderful cock, and open my mouth over it. As I do this I know I am licking my own shit on it, but I am beyond care. I have to do it. I am surprised. Is very bumpy. Veins and folds of skin. Passing through my asshole, this cock was like bumpy tree-bark. Is no wonder sizzled my asshole so much.

The penis is not so big now, resting from fucking me, but my job is to bring it back to its glory. I suck hard, stroking it with both hands, and it begins to grow.

I am fond of the smell between his legs. Is a musk of man-sweat and the strong, spermy smell of his eier, his balls. Is like happy-gas in office of the zahnartzt, the dentist. Almost I am dizzy from it.

Soon Lowell's cock is too big to suck! I cannot get my mouth over it without touching him with my teeth, and I must back off.

I lick it all over. I suck on the edge of his foreskin. I stick my tongue into his cock-hole. My god, I love this cock! Never has anything make me so wonderful.

As I am crouch there worshipping his big organ, suddenly I feel Terry grab me. And is a feeling I recognize. A man is mount me from behind again.

I like. I spread my legs, and his cock thrusts in. Is hurt a little, just a little, only enough to make more thrilling his entry, and I let out a happy groan. God, is wonderful what men can do to each other!

I am sucking and stroking on Lowell's colossal black cock while Terry, his Ami buddy, fucks my asshole again. But Terry does something even more wonderful. Is so good I must back off the cock to gasp, ""Mein Gott, ja! Oh, yeah, man, pinch my nippel--harder!--and fuck me--harder!"

I never feel such a thing in my life. His pinching on my tits is like the blitzen, the lightning strikes and sets me on fire! I wish to crouch there sucking and fucking for the rest of the night!

Is fabulous! The electricity winds through my whole body from Terry's big phallus and mixes with the shocks from my tits and makes me groan with pain and scream with ecstasy at the same time!

We are there all night. None of us go home. Soon we are all naked, and I live in fiery hell of heaven-pleasure. They are fuck me so many times I wear them out. Then I spend the time licking and sucking their cocks. Long ago there is no shit up my ass anymore--is all washed away with liters of what the Amis call "jizz." And I am sucking it off their cocks.

I love smell of jizz. I love taste of it. Like holy water, the juice of the gods. I love so much what they do to me, I know in me I want to be their slave. To be their servant. Anything to get them to fuck me again and again.

But finally we fall asleep. I sleep naked between them in the warm summer night. They wake up the next morning to the feeling of my sucking their cocks. And they fuck me again. In my favorite way: I lie on my back, my legs spread, feet pointing up to the sky, and my big men lower themselves down onto me, plugging in with their big cocks.

Best I like Lowell, the black love-god--his cock is so gigantisch, is always a big pain as the big fist of his cockhead breaks into me. Almost always he fucks me into an Orgasmus of my own--without I even touch my own cock. Is fabulous. He fucks me into ecstasy.

I actually enjoy the pain of him. I am proud I can take it. Is like strong schnapps, a real jolt. And when they fuck me on my back, I wrap my legs around them, hugging them closer, deeper, harder. Also I hold onto their sweaty bodies with my arms. Often I rise up to lick the sweat from them, to lick at suck at a nippel. I lick at Terry's freckles. Mein Gott, it is wonderful.

They take me again and again on a long, winding road of a super-cock driving me into a happy-crazy. Sometimes they pull out and squirt the delicious cum across my naked chest so I can reach down, scoop it up, and drink it.

I love them. I lick all over their bodies, swallowing their sweat, and I love their smells. The deep, dark incense of balls. The worker-smell of armpits. I clean out their belly-buttons with my tongue. I lick under their balls. I want nothing more than to spend forever with these powerful lovers.

But cannot be. When the sun comes up, and we are likely to be seen by hikers, we must get up, put clothes back on, and leave. Both men give me a deep soul kiss that leaves me a little dizzy.

Lowell smiles. "I swear, man, I have never seen somebody go for it like you did! You are a natural cum-slut, Fritz, and you have the tightest man-pussy in town."

I smile. "Is good. My name Joachim." I shake his hand--then kiss him again.

As I ride away, I am thinking. Man-pussy. Is no longer asshole. I have a man-pussy. And I am feeling strange pride. I know what my man-pussy is for.

-==(^)==-

That next night Ulrike has come to my apartment, and is all I can do to get hard for her. I make it--sink in all right--but all the way to my climax (something I have to fight for), I can not stop thinking about how I have been pleasured by men.

Is that what she feels when a man fucks her? Ach, no wonder women are sluts! As I ram into her, I bite my lip. I would like to strip myself naked and dance again for that big black Ami. And have him fuck me again. I still plow her, and I realize I would do anything to get a big man to plow me. Is true. I am slut like any whore.

I make it to Orgasmus with Ulrike--only by thinking that instead of thrusting my cock into my willing woman, I am getting a big cock up my man-pussy from a big man, a macho-man who rides me like the Eselin, the mare, and fucks me like his Hundin, his bitch.

When I pull out, I have the Kondom full of jizz, proof that I am still a man. But what I really wanted to be was a bitch.

The truth is terrible when it hits me. Lowell spoke truth. Once I am fucked in my man-pussy, I can never go back. It is true. I have to find a man to fuck me, to make the bitch of me. Not long after this, Ulrike tires of me. Something is changed in me, she says. One day she goes away.

I do not care.

I know my two men are from Patch Barracks, the American Army kaserne in Vaihingen, just outside Stuttgart. But how am I finding them?

-==(^)==-

The next Monday I am going to a funeral for a Polizei who is dead. He was Chief of Police before he retire, and he dies at age 87, not from violence. The funeral is to be formal, also including the playing of Dudelsack--"bagpipes" in English--for old-fashioned traditional funeral. Is not always done in Germany, but the bagpipes are known in Deutschland since Middle Ages.

I go into police station locker room to change into my formal uniform. There as I am checking myself in mirror, I see a man behind me adjusting a strange piece of clothes. He wears a kilt. Sometimes we see these in Germany. Not too often. Ach, one of the Dudelsackers. Verdammt. Is true. They do not wear any clothes under the kilt.

And something else: the man has a very nice cock. Already my asshole--my man-pussy--is getting the old itch, and my mouth waters. I can not help myself. I turn around, trying to look "natural," but my eyes fall onto that big cock.

I look too long. When I raise my eyes, I make the eye-contact with him. His mouth curls in a little smile. He is older, perhaps 50, and he is fat. His face is also fat. Like too much with the bier and schnitzel. But he has a nice cock.

He reaches down, grasps the growing thing, and starts to pump. It gets hard. I gulp. I lick my lips.

"Like what ya see, Herr Polizei?"

Ach, another fat Amerikaner! Must be hired to play the Dudelsack. I look around. We are alone. I move closer to him. "Ja, I like."

He reaches out and pulls me into a very aggressive kiss. Very quickly he parts my lips, and his tongue invades me. With a little gasp, I taste his bad breath, but I suck on his tongue with obedience. His hands move over my arms and back, then down to grip my Gesäß--my buttocks.

He breaks the kiss. "You're a strong one. I'm gonna like this." He looks into my eyes. "Where can we go?"

I am amazed. Suddenly all is ready. After first seeing him for 10 seconds, he is kissing me. Another 10 seconds and he is asking me where we can go to fuck. Never do I think that finding a man to fuck me will be so easy. "Follow me. Is closet in corner of building nobody use."

As we walk along, I am thinking how he knows so quickly that he will fuck me. Not that I will fuck him. How is it he knows I will spread my legs for him? Is true, is what I want, but I wonder if I look now automatically the bitch.

Behind the locked door, as he expects, I drop my pants, spread my legs, and lean against the wall. I do not know why I want to be used by this man. He is much older and not good-looking. But he has a big cock, and my man-pussy is hungry.

But he puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me around. "Wet it up for me first." He presses on my shoulders, and I know what he means.

I drop to my knees, he lifts the kilt up, and I show him what a good Schlangesauger--cocksucker--I am. I have learn to love sucking the cock. It is a big turn-on to me. Once or twice when I suck the cocks of my Ami friends, I am cumming myself when I feel their jizz shoot into my mouth. God, I am loving those men. Everything they do to me makes me cum.

This older man is not so clean. He smells bad between his legs, and he drops the kilt over me, so I am hidden between his legs and smothered in the warm, heavy atmosphere. But is good. To smell the sweat, to feel the body heat is männlich. Masculine. As men do.

I pull back his foreskin and lick his cockhead. Smegma! I have not see it in the dark underneath his kilt before I have my mouth on it. Neither of the American soldiers have any--they bathe more often, I think. Is strange taste. Like sour cheese mixed with sperma. When I realize what I am eating, it gets me. I am eating the solid jizz of this man, the scum-coagulation of his cockhead!

Is too much, too humiliating. While I am sucking this man's cock and eating his smegma, I fall against him. I am in full Orgasmus, moaning and shooting out my own jizz. God, I love to cum. I lick and suck all over his big, old cock, stroking it with my hand. I lick him clean of everything. I eat all his smegma.

I feel down with my hand. Verdammt! My pants are down! My jizz has shot all over my Boxer-short and I have no other unterwasche to wear. I back off the cock and look down. Verdammt! Big stripes of white sperma are all over the front of my pants!

But he pulls me to my feet, and I know what to do. So does he. In moments he is behind me, spreading my ass open, and with a small pain, his hard phallus slips into me balls-deep. Oh, yes, I know this feeling. This is heaven!

Right away he fucks me so hard my head bangs against the wall. I turn my head, but still his jolts on my hips are so strong my whole body shakes. But I love it. I love the man to treat me rough. I like to be just a piece of meat to him. The more he humiliates me, the more strong is my passion.

He is so disrespectful, so rude, so violent with me, he drives me into another Orgasmus so terrible, so wonderful, so unimaginable, I am actually to fainting. My cock spurting out my surrender, splatting the wall with my sperma, I get so dizzy, I slip to the floor.

Still he follows me, and when I come to in a few minutes, he is still fucking me, squatting over me as I lie on the floor. But he pulls out when his climax comes, he rolls me over, and the Scheisegesicht spurts his samen all over my face and over my shirt and tie.

Then he lowers his kilt, opens the door, and goes away.

I wipe his sperma from my face and drink it. I love the taste. Is not matter from who it is. But this schlimmer mensch has spoiled my uniform, and I have only a half-hour before the funeral.

I have wet spots on my jacket, shirt, and tie, and I know I smell like a whorehouse. Scheise! What am I going to do?

Is lucky the jacket and pants are dark blue. Like crazy man I rush to shower room, take off, and scrub out the sperma with water. The wet spots are not show too much. I clean and wipe off the tie. If is wet, no one can tell. I have great relief. Is going to work. I splash on me some cologne.

I go to funeral. I see the bagpiper. He sees me, and he winks at me. Vollidiot!

-==(^)==-

I am in great loneliness wishing again to see Lowell and Terry. I am a man's man and a professional Polizei, but I love what they do to me when I release my manhood to them and relax for a while in be their bitch. During the day I can be the brave Polizei. At night I wish I can be their cum-slut, their whore.

I do not wish to find again the fat bagpiper. He is not a good man. Is good he humiliate me when we are alone. Is too much that he try to get me fired from police job. Fuck him--in bad sense of the word.

When I am off-duty, I take to riding my civilian motorcycle in the neighborhood of Patch Barracks. Is high security area, home of US European Command, highest American headquarters in Europe, so I cannot get too close.

Just I wish that somehow I could spot Terry or Lowell.

And it works! I see them walk off the base and wait at a bus-stop. I am very happy and almost I call out to them, but instead I follow the bus, and when they get off in downtown Stuttgart, away from the Army post, I yell to them.

Terry runs over to me. "Well, I'll be a son of a bitch! Joachim, you would not believe where we are headed. Park that motorcycle and come with us!"

I am very glad to be with them again. I am hoping we can soon go to somewhere we can be alone.

They take me to an ugly hotel in the neighborhood of the Dreifarben Haus, the Three-colored House, the official whorehouse of Stuttgart. Is legal in Germany, the prostitution. Is good--all whores are doktor-inspected, prices are reasonable, all men must wear the Kondom. No crime.

But we go past the Dreifarben Haus to the old hotel. We go up to the top floor and knock on a door. A man opens it. He is wear only his Boxer-short.

Beyond him in the room is not to believe. From the short haircuts I am thinking is Ami soldiers and--from the longer hair of the others--I guess German men. Horny men.

They are fucking. A tall German man stands at the end of the bed, holding in his arms the hips of a young soldier, and he is fucking him in the bum, raising the man's hips and ass up in the air while the soldier's head and back bounce on the bed.

At the far side of the bed, another young soldier sucks hard on the Erektion of an old German with a bald head and the white mustache. What I think is another Ami soldat is kneeling behind the young man sucking the old one, and he is shoving his hard cock up the junger's ass.

Mein Gott! Is orgy! Two more men sit in chairs on other side of the room. One wears t-shirt and Boxer-short. The other is naked except for tiny bikini brief. This is heaven-exhilaration to me!

In shortest of minutes my clothes are off, and so, too, is Lowell and Terry stripped naked. My two lover-friends make us the star performers in the party.

Once we are all naked, Lowell and Terry crawl onto the bed, walking on their knees until they are close to each other--until their two hard cocks are pressing together, a huge tower of manly meat jutting straight up, hard, and hot.

Me, they pick up, each man holding an arm and a leg, and they lift me up over their cocks. They both turn to the side, making room, and suddenly I am lowered down. Ach du lieber Gott! My screaming man-pussy is made to stretch over the two biggest cocks I know!

I am yelling and try to struggle, but they know me--that I like it best when I am treated like shit. They pay no attention, until--God, the tears are running from my eyes--and the two huge cockheads squeeze inside my man-pussy!

Is too much. The pain is so terrible, is push past the limits. In middle of giant ass-pain, I am treated with such violence, such disrespect, my balls explode with the pleasure so powerful I forget the pain, and my whole body shudders in ecstasy. Giant spritzes of jizz arc out from me in huge blasts, splattering over the men who sit watching us.

Is strange fuck. Never completely does the pain go away, but the whole konzept that I am fucked by two men at once makes me crazy-happy. When they finally cum in me, to feel their boiling sperma is happiest, horniest moment of my life.

-==(^)==-

Day will come, of course, when Lowell and Terry leave Deutschland, and for that I will be very sad. But they make a miracle for me. Their Männer-Sex Club is exakt what I am looking for. In fact, one of the deutscher men, the one in the tiny bikini-brief, is about my age. In later days, he and I go out to a bierstube. And he fucks me later.

Maybe he and I, we are become lovers.

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