Back in 1972, I was a soldier with the Second Armored Division stationed in Furth, Germany. Nuremburg, a few miles and a short streetcar trip away, was a very cruisy town, with several public restrooms and parks where men came to play. German cops seemed to allow the activity as long as men were careful and were not too obvious. I was a good looking, well built guy at the time, and was quite popular at one particular 'klo,' or toilet built into the 800 year old wall that surrounded the central part of the city. I spent many 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, bless them, do not seem to make bathing a priority), and the hot, uncut dicks swelling my asshole.

One day I noticed on the company bulletin board a posting asking for anyone with musical, theatrical or rodeo ability to audition for the annual German American Volksfest in Berlin. The Volksfest was created along the lines of a county fair, with rides, food, games and German and American entertainment. The idea, of course, to promote friendship between the Germans and the American GI's occupying their country. The theme this year was the Wild West, and the US Army had made arrangements for a real rodeo to be brought to Berlin. Most of the cowboys were professionals from the states, but GI's who had rodeo experience were invited to take part. I'd rodeo'd as a high schooler in Texas, but I chose discretion over valor, and auditioned for one of the musical groups. I was a pretty good country singer and guitar player, and won a spot in a five-piece country band. We were placed on a train to Berlin, and for the next four weeks, instead of driving an M-113 armored personnel carrier, I was in show business.

Berlin was a glorious city- a wonderful mixture of the old and the new. The center of the city had been more or less flattened during the war, and many of the buildings were less than 25 years old. Still, walls, castles and monuments dating back hundreds of years were rebuilt, and in places the city still carried the ambiance of the middle ages. The "fairgrounds" were located near the center of the city, but the performers were housed in an old mansion on the "Wannsee," a lake outside of town. We learned that the place had been a favorite gathering spot for the Nazi elite during World War II, and we imagined what Hitler and Goering and Himmler would think if they knew that the same resort to which they brought their wives and mistresses for formal events and sleep-overs was now housing US troops.

My job for the next four weeks was to spend an hour a day on a large stage inside a giant beer tent with my country band, playing 'authentic' American country music for the German visitors. Other tents featured German waltz and polka bands for the Americans to enjoy. One advantage to being a native Texan was that I was the one person in my group who didn't have to go to the PX to buy "western" clothes. The white straw stetson, red snap-button shirt, blue bandana, western belt with heavy uckle, tight Lees and Tony Lama boots were all mine. At six feet tall, I resembled "Bud," the character John Travolta would later play in Urban Cowboy.

For the first few days I enjoyed swimming at the Wannsee until near time to perform- then I'd catch the constantly running shuttle bus to the fairgrounds. The band played a combination of 'current' country hits, and some older things by Hank Williams and Lefty Frizzel. The Germans were familiar with most of the songs, and the two-step and waltz tempos were very like their own folk music. We were a hit. After the show I'd watch the rodeo, or visit the other tents, enjoying the german food and beer, and simply walk about the midway, people watching. With my hat and boots, I got plenty of attention from the Germans as well. I met a couple of lovely frauleins who were happy to capture a trophy cowboy, and the guys in the band became accustomed to my being out all night.

One evening after the early show, I decided to roam the city- something I'd spent a great deal of time doing in other German, French and Austrian towns. I started hitting the bars along the Kurfurstendam, a bright and noisy street whose sidewalks were filled with Berliners and tourists looking for fun. I had developed a love for a peculiar German liquer called "Jagermeister," a syrupy-sweet, but very potent drink. I was comfortably tipsy by the time I entered the third bar.

This club was different from the others- a bit darker, the rock and roll music a bit louder, and the dance floor was filled mostly with men. I realized I'd entered a gay bar. It was my first, and the thought excited me. Halfway through my first Jager, a handsome man with salt-and-pepper hair and moustache sat down beside me and asked in very good english if he could buy me a drink. "Of course you can," I answered, "Danke." "My name is Frank. Are you with the rodeo in town?" he asked. "Yep," I told him, feeling slightly guilty for lying, but enjoying the attention. "My name is John. I'm a calf roper." "You've made quite an impression on these people," he told me. "Some German boys like to dress up like cowboys, but they don't know how to wear the clothes. You look like you just stepped out of a wild west movie." As he spoke, he put his hand lightly on my thigh. Emboldened by the Jagermeister and aroused by his touch, I moved his hand to my swollen crotch straining against the denim. "Thanks," I said-"You're very nice." "Would you like to visit my apartment?" he asked. "My room-mate and I live just down the street." "I'd love to," I said- tossing back the drink he'd bought me.

Within five minutes, Frank was unlocking the front door of an apartment building. We walked up the stairs to a second floor flat. He opened the door for me and I walked into a small living room with a couch, a coffee table, some shelves holding a stereo, tv and record collection, and a large bay window looking down onto the K-dam. "Let me get you a drink," he said. "Make yourself at home." I walked to the window, took off my hat and stood there admiring the view. The K-dam was filled with automobiles and happy people on the sidewalks. The bright lights of the clubs and movie houses blended into a soft kaleidoscope for my slightly blurred vision. In a reflection in the window I noticed someone else walk into the room- a man of about sixty. He was grey haired, stocky, had a short neatly-trimmed beard. He wore only a bathrobe. "Mein Gott, Frank, was hast du mitgebracht?" he asked admiringly. I turned around as Frank handed me a small glass of Jagermeister. "This is my friend Karl," he said. "Karl, this is John- he is a real American Cowboy I met at the Kaiser Keller." "I'm very happy to meet you," Karl said in heavily accented German. We shook hands. "It is good to have you with us."

Frank invited me to sit on the couch- he and Karl on either side of me. We sipped drinks and talked for some time- about Berlin, Texas, rodeo and country music. As we talked, Karl put his hand behind my head and started gently playing with my hair. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. Karl massaged my neck as I sighed and enjoyed his touch. I moved my hand inside his bathrobe and began gently stroking his large cock and balls, still slightly damp from his bath. As I did, Frank put his hand on my lap and squeezed my package through my Lees. Karl opened his bathrobe, spread his legs and leaned his head back onto the couch. As I stroked him, Frank struggled with the zipper on my pants, but couldn't figure out the western belt buckle. I flicked it open with my right hand. He removed my boots and socks, and I lifted my hips as he peeled my Lees and Jockeys off. He unsnapped my shirt and I removed it as he rushed to take his clothes off.

Finally naked, I slid off the couch and positioned myself between Karl's legs. He had a lovely big cock, surrounded by white hair. As I began to slowly suck the swollen head, Frank knelt beside me and began to knead Karls large balls. I sucked him deeply and firmly, taking most of him into my mouth. I twirled my tongue around his cockhead, and licked the sensitive skin just below the head. Karl groaned and lifted his legs to give us both access. Frank and I took turns enjoying Karls dick and balls- Frank deep throated him while I drove my tongue into his asshole and swirled it around. Each of us reached up with a hand and began to tease his breasts, twiddling his nipples in our fingers. Karl began heaving his hips, his cock swelling, the head purple, the veins thick and distinct as Frank licked the side and I rimmed him. His anus puckered and released as if trying to capture my tongue. Finally, not far from cumming, he reached down, grabbed our heads and stopped us. "Genuch, Ich kann 'nimmer-," he said breathlessly. "Please, let me rest for a moment."

He sat soaked in sweat, breathing heavily as Frank and I sat up and smiled at each other, proud of the effects of our teamwork. "I need a drink," Karl said. As he stiffly rose and walked to the bar, I stood naked in the middle of the small room. Frank dropped to his knees and began hungrily sucking my cock. I grabbed his head and pulled him onto me, rolling my hips into his face. "Yes, that's what I want to see," said Karl. "Let's go to the bedroom."

We moved to the bedroom, and Karl directed us to climb onto the large german bed. It was covered with a wonderful german feather comforter that cradled every part of my body in softness. Karl sat heavily in a large rocking chair as Frank climbed on top of me. I closed my eyes and put my arms behind my head as he sucked my cock and balls. He licked his way up my stomach, around my nipples, up my neck and kissed me deep and hard. Lying on me, we ground our hips into each other as we embraced and kissed, writhing in our sweat. "Frank, give the cowboy your schwantz," said Karl. He sat in his chair, his glass of vodka in one hand, rocking slowly, tugging at his cock with the other. Frank sat on my chest and moved to my face-holding my head as he shoved his cock into my mouth. His dick was a bit smaller than Karl's, but still a mouthful, and I gagged as I tried to deep throat him. He squatted on my face and ground his balls and asshole onto my mouth. I sucked and tongued and licked as he moaned above me.

"Frank, it's my turn," said Karl. Frank rolled to the side as Karl climbed onto the bed at my feet. He lifted my knees and stared at my asshole. "Achh, was fur eine schoenes arshlock," he said. "Make us wet, Frank," Karl said. The two had obviously been through this routine before. Frank climbed onto me in a 69 position, rammed his cock into my mouth, lifted my knees to my chest, and began to forcefully tongue my asshole. I relaxed and allowed his tongue in as deeply as it would go, even as I pulled his ass cheeks, forcing his cock down my throat.

Soon my ass was dripping with spit, and Frank sucked Karl's large cock, bathing it in saliva. Frank climbed off me and Karl climbed aboard, his heavier body pressing me down into the featherbed. He kissed me greedily, his beard prickling my cheeks and neck. He sat up and lifted my legs to my chest, and pressed his cock-head to my quivering asshole. He slid into me slowly but deliberately, and I moaned as his eight inches filled my yearning cavity. He began pushing into me, grunting as his swollen cock teased my prostate. I grunted as he filled me nearly to the breaking point. Our grunts were of a different sort- his low, confident and aggressive as he forced his way in, mine higher, pensive, and submissive as I received him.

Karl lowered his head to my chest and began licking and nibbling my nipples. I moaned and cried out as he bit and pulled at them- hard enough to cause exquisite pain, but not enough to break the skin. He began to pound me harder, driving faster into me, his balls slapping against my cheeks. I went into the 'zone,' my eyes closed, my head back, my body covered with sweat, lost in my own pleasure and pain, unable to relate to anything but the sweet heavy man at my ass and his large cock swelling my insides. Frank maneuvered to get his cock back into my mouth, but my head was bouncing against the headboard, and he couldn't find a good angle. Finally he said, "Halt ein mal-das ist fur mich nicht gut." Karl stopped fucking me as Frank turned me across the bed- my head just hanging off the edge. Karl resumed his thrusting, and Frank stood on the floor, squatted a bit, and leaned over me, putting his heavy cock into my mouth. From this angle he could hump my face at will- his balls striking my nose with every thrust. I reached behind him and pulled at his hips, trying to set his pace so I could take a moment once in a while to breathe.

We continued for another ten minutes or so, the sweat of the two wonderful men dripping onto my face and chest and belly- the smell of musk overpowering. I was a cock machine, taking it full speed in either end. Karl's face was red and his eyes closed as he humped me. Suddenly he said loudly, "Frank, schnell, las uns tsusammen spritz." He was near the end and wanted us to shoot together. Karl stroked my dick as both of them went into overdrive, they kissed each other over me and began to moan together. I felt both cocks swell at the same time, one in my worn and hungry ass, the other in my mouth. "Ach, Ich spritze!" Karl screamed as he drove his dick almost angrily in to the hilt and held it in me, grinding his hips and pumping my asshole full of hot, creamy jism. I felt each throb as he released into me- and felt the ejaculate spurting inside and filled my rectum. He grunted again and again as his hot balls emptied. Frank gave a few more deliberate strokes and began shooting in my mouth; I grabbed his cock and held it in place as I tasted wave after wave of salty cum- so much that I couldn't swallow fast enough. It began to dribble from my mouth. Karl's hand never stopped jacking me off, and when he twisted my nipple very hard, I screamed and arched my back. My cum sprayed from my purple dick into the air, splatting onto my stomach and chest, a few salty drops landing on my face and in my open mouth.

We gave a huge collective groan, and our little pyramid began to collapse. We lay as if dead on the giant bed, an unkempt pile of legs and arms and sweat and cum and worn-out cocks. None of us moved for nearly 20 minutes- I dozed, my head resting on Karl's thigh, his balls and cock nuzzling my face. Frank rested his head on Karl's chest, his arm across his friend's middle. Awhile later we woke, and one by one climbed out of bed. Frank loaned me a bathrobe, and I wore it as I sat down sleepily on the couch. "Would you like something to eat?" Frank asked me. "Yes, thanks," I replied. We shared cold cuts and bread and wine and great conversation for the next hour or so. Karl asked if I would care to spend the night, and of course I agreed. After a while we climbed back into the bed and were quickly asleep.

I woke around noon the next day, amazed that I'd slept so long. Karl was home alone, Frank was at his work at a nearby bank. Karl and I talked for a good while, enjoying each other's company. I knelt once again between his legs and gave him a long, slow and tender blow job, admiring his large and wonderfully talented prick, wanting to remember every inch of it. As his cum from the night before dribbled from my ass, he shot a large and tasty load into my mouth. I swallowed greedily. After he came, I showered and put my clothes back on. I told Karl I admired the relationship he and Frank had, and he told me I was welcomed to be a part of their lives as long as I was in Berlin. For the rest of my time in Berlin I spent two or three nights a week with them. They took me to their favorite bars, we danced and drank together, and always wound up back on that big bed.

The time ended too quickly, and before long I was climbing onto the train taking us from Berlin back across East Germany to the West. I was soon cruising my favorite haunts in Nurnberg, getting all the dick I could handle. But there has never been a time like my three weeks in Berlin with Frank and Karl. By now Karl would be about 90, and Frank about 75. I hope they had a good, long life together. They gave me some memories that have lasted 30 years.