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Cowboy In Berlinthis story is part of the FanClub (mm:group, 3495 words)

Author: paul smith
Added: Nov 16 2000Views / Reads: 1820 / 1425 [78%]Story vote: 8.50 (2 votes)
An American soldier in Europe never met a German he didn't like. Or want to service.
 


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Cowboy in Berlin By Paul Smith paul_smith50@hotmail.com

Back in the mid 70's I drove an armored personnel carrier with the Fifth Armored Division stationed in Frankfurt, Germany. I enjoyed my work- the boxy but agile M-113 was fun to drive, and I looked forward to our frequent maneuvers, when I got the chance to steer my noisy, clanking little track through the woods and across the fields of our training grounds in Grafenwohr. But I also made good use of my free time. Frankfurt was a very cruisy town, with a number of public restrooms and parks where men came to play. I spent many of my free hourse exploring them. German cops allowed the activity as long as men were careful and not too obvious. I was a good looking, well built guy at the time, and was quite popular at one particular 'klo,' or toilet in a secluded corner of the city. I spent many intense and happy hours there servicing the older German men, sometimes sucking one while another fucked me. I can still remember the dampness of the old stone cavern and the musty, intoxicating smell of the crotches as they humped my face (Germans do not make bathing a priority- and I love the smell of a working man), and feel the thick, uncut dicks swelling my asshole. Some of them, if they realized I was an American and probably a soldier, redoubled their efforts- pounding my hole with greater gusto. More than once I spent the greater part of the night there- returning to base just in time to put on my uniform and make formation- tired, but enjoying the feel of the cum dribbling out my ass all day.

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