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 Chapter Eight









The following day saw them finishing the last of their packing before booking out and leaving the hotel for the last time. The owner gushed as he thanked them for their consideration during their stay and wished them all the best for their future together. His wife gave a Jurgen a packed lunch for the journey as they said their goodbyes and stood at the kerbside with their luggage to await the Jeep Karl had booked to take them to Templehof airport.




"Dad?" Jurgen's whispered. 


"What?" Karl answered.




"My arse is sore."




"Your fault! You were insatiable last night. Do you know you're turning into a right little cock-slut!" Karl smiled.




"I didn't hear you saying no!" Jurgen giggled.




"As if I could ever refuse you and your sweet little arse!"




A Jeep roared down the street before pulling up sharply on the hand-brake at the kerb with Private Anthony Donatello behind the wheel.




"Where's Andy?" Karl asked.




"Up on charges! Drunk and disorderly. We were drinking last night to see who would get to drive Jurgen and you to the air-port."




"Jurgen, do you see how things change?" he said to Jurgen, "It should be Sergeant Levinson and son but now it's Jurgen and me!"




"Oh, so sorry, sergeant, sir!" Karl and Jurgen threw their bags into the back of the Jeep and jumped in as Donny gunned the engine and, screeching the tyres, pulled away from the kerb making people jump out of the way as he did so.













The ride to the airport was surprisingly uneventful given Donny's hair-raising driving technique but when he finally got them there. He helped them to pull their baggage from the back and then stood by the Jeep as they made their goodbyes.

As Karl turned to collect his bag Donny flicked a snappy salute but instead of returning Karl stuck his hand out instead.




"It's been a very great pleasure to serve with you and to get to know you, Sergeant!" 




He turned to Jurgen, "It's been a great pleasure getting to know you, too, Jurgen. You take care of him now, you hear me?"




"Thank you for all the food, Donny, it made all helped when I was feeling lonely to sit in the kitchen with you and Andy. Will you say goodbye to him again for me, please." 




Jurgen held out his hand.




"Nah, not a hand shake! Tell you what I really! I've wondered what it would feel like to have what Karl's been getting. So, how about you give me a kiss?"




Jurgen turned to look at Karl, who smiled and shrugged his permission as Jurgen turned back and kissed Donny full on the lips then placed his arms around Donny's neck and kissed him even more passionately before Karl felt the need to move in to break them apart.




"Good God! You two will have the police down on us at this rate! Private Donatello, I should like to extend my thanks to you for looking after Jurgen while I was otherwise engaged; it meant a great deal to me to know he had somewhere safe to retreat to when he needed it.

"I really think you should return to camp now thought and inform Colonel Maddox about how you spiked Andy's drinks!"




"I never did, Sarge!"




"Oh! Come on, Donny, fess up! Andy Jenson can drink you under the table any day! The only way you could have won was to cheat."




"OK, OK! Fair cop! I'll go see the Colonel when I get back!"




"Donny! One more thing before I go; you have my parents address state-side; make sure you drop by and visit us when you get back!"




"It'll be my pleasure!"













Almost as soon as the C-54 was off the runway so Jurgen unbuckled his seat-belt and gazed out the window and he caught a last sight of Berlin before the aircraft climbed high above the cloud cover and the pilot banked north-west and set course for England.




"Hey, Jurgen," Karl whispered, "you see those two young ladies up front? They can't keep their eyes off you. I don't think you should have worn that tight shirt, I really think they have the hots for you!"




"Ee-yuck! Where do you get these ideas from! I've only got eyes for you, dad!"




"Dad? You used that once before. Where'd you pick that up from!"




"It's what all the lads at the Camp would say when they talked about their father's! Don't you want me to use it?"




"It's all right," Karl said, "Truthfully, I'm just glad your happy. I like to see with a smile on your face. I just thought you might like to go over and say hello. From the furtive, sly looks their giving you I reckon you'd make their week if you went over, just don't tell them how you were bouncing up and down on my cock last night. You'll shatter their illusions!"




Jurgen sauntered off down the aisle heading for the girls and as he walked away Karl copped a sight of his tight muscular bum constrained inside the too-tight military fatigue trousers he now chose to wear as standard. Karl made a mental note to buy him some black trousers and a black jacket when they got home, or maybe he'd be able to find a tailor who'd be able to make a larger copy of Jurgen's old uniform. Karl closed his eyes and allowed his memory to drift back to their first meeting and he remembered how good Jurgen had looked in that faded, dusty old uniform, it would be so good to see him looking like he did that first night, even if only in the privacy of their bedroom.




Karl laid his head back and reclined the seat slightly before he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift in the warm cosy environment; almost before he knew it Jurgen disturbed the pleasant interlude by clambering over his legs to get back into his seat.




"You had enough of their company already?"




"Already? Come on, Karl, you've been asleep for a few hours. The Captain's just requested all passengers return to their seats to prepare for landing."




"Wow! I've always had trouble sleeping when I travel, perhaps air-travel is the way to go. 

"I need to talk to you about England, though. We'll be stopping over for two days so I'll take you out and show you around, although we wont have time to travel to where I was stationed at Ottery Saint Mary as it's about four hundred miles from the airfield. We'll stick close to Mildenhall so we don't miss our flight out. I'll take you out and buy you a few drinks in one of the local pubs but I'll warn you English beer is an acquired taste."













Following an uneventful two day stop over they boarded the long-haul aircraft at Mildenhall for the transatlantic flight to the U.S., Jurgen was excited as they boarded and it gave Karl a lot of joy to see the lad so happy after the horrors he'd witnessed in Berlin.




"What's the flight going to be like do you think?"




"How should I know? Like you, this is is only my second flight. I guess it'll be pretty similar to the one from Germany, I'd imagine. 

"I know we head north to Scotland first where we'll take on fuel at Prestwick and then we head north-east for Iceland. We land at Keflavik Airport to refuel before heading south-west toward Canada where we'll touch down in Newfoundland for a last refueling. 

"The final leg of the journey will be from there to an Air Force Base in upper New York State before we travel on by train to where my parents and grandparents live in Connecticut.

"They both have large houses so we'll have a place to stay until we can find place of our own; I'll need to pick up the threads of my old job and we'll see about getting you enrolled at a local college."




"College?" Jurgen frowned dejectedly, "Do I have to?"




"Look... all the best jobs are available if you have a college level education under your belt. Your not afraid are you? You've survived worse than College."




"It's just feels strange after what I was doing when I was younger, first going back to school in Germany and now to a college in America."




"You'll be all right, I'll always be there for you, you know that. I'll tell you what, try it for a semester, if you don't like it or cant stick at it then we'll see if there's some job we can find for you, but you need to give college a go first."




"OK!"













They both slept for most of the flight otherwise Karl realised it would have been an extremely boring journey for them both. At the Air Force Base they cleared a perfunctory customs check where Karl reclaimed the two pistols and where he requested a temporary permit to allow him to transport them cross country. 

They caught a bus to the local train station where Karl used his travel warrant to obtain tickets on the next available passenger train heading south.




As the train headed out of the station and onto the mainline south so Jurgen was excitedly doing the tourist bit. Gazing out the windows in amazement as they passed through town after town that bore no bomb damage, no shell damage, no bullet holes through wooden signs and no craters pock marking the landscape. He saw nothing beyond people going about their normal every day lives as they had for countless generations before. Halfway down the main line they changed trains so they could head west in to Massachusetts before again changing trains to pick up a south-bound connection which would take them to Connecticut.




"Karl," Jurgen whispered, "can we book into a hotel somewhere. I really want to get into bed with you. We've not had sex since we left Germany."




"Can you hold on a while longer; my travel warrant takes me to my parents home but its almost expired and I have little cash with me. 

"Tell you what! Pull down the blinds on those windows along the corridor and turn the latch on the door." 




As Jurgen did as he was asked so Karl turned and pulled the blinds down over the main exterior window.




"Come 'ere, we're alone now until the next stop where we'll be getting off."




They kissed for a while before Jurgen went to his knees between Karl's legs; he pulled off his shirt before extracting Karl's cock and swallowing it in one gulp. Karl leaned forward and traced the ridges along Jurgen's spine and he shifted his hips slightly so Jurgen was able to pull his trousers and shorts down around his ankles without breaking contact with Karl's cock. Jurgen's right hand slipped between Karl's legs until he could feel the moistness around Karl's arse and gently began to play there, teasing it open, preparing it to take his cock.




Jurgen pulled back and allowed Karl's cock to drop from his mouth before they both stood to remove the last of their clothing. Karl spread his jacket on the floor before kneeling on it, bent over the seat with his arse raised high allowing Jurgen to pull his arse cheeks apart before he went to work with his tongue eagerly preparing Karl's arse for his cock. They paused briefly as they heard the conductors footsteps walking past in the aisle but with the cabin lights dimmed and the blinds closed the conductor would assume they were asleep and, hopefully, wouldn't stop.




Jurgen stood and looked at Karl's sweet arse, moistened with his spit and ready to take his cock.




"I can't believe, I'm about to fuck my own father!"




"Get on with it, you dirty little pervert." Karl grinned back at him, "Fuck my own father, indeed! What are you like? Just fuck me hard!"




"Yes, Dad! I'll be a dutiful son."




As his cock slipped in to Karl's body so they both laughed and Jurgen marveled at how easily his cock now slid into Karl's body. He remembered the little cellar and how they'd used oil to ease Jurgen's entry into Karl's recently raped arse, so different now... a little stimulation by tongue from either of them and they opened easily for the other. 




As Jurgen kept his movements steady to the rocking of the train so Karl stroked his own cock so as to keep time with Jurgen, they revelled in the freedom to worship each other's bodies and in the pleasure they gained from satisfying the other's needs.




Finally, with youthful zeal Jurgen could hold back no longer and shot his load; as his cum spurted so he pulled out allowing last of his load to dribble over the skin of Karl's arse cheeks, Jurgen dropped to his knees again and while slowly stroking his sensitive cock he licked his cum off Karl's skin before moving closer and licking Karl's freshly shagged arse.




"Oh... you little bastard... you know how sensitive I am there after you've shagged me!"




"Now, now, Dad!" Jurgen whispered, "Is that any way to speak when your son's around?"




Karl whimpered in delight as Jurgen's facile tongue chased the trail of his cum deep into Karl's body.













The rail cars shuddered as the train began to slow, the conductor walked the length of the train calling out the name of the station they were headed into... New Haven where they were to leave the train. Karl suspected a wet stain might yet develop as Jurgen's cum leaked but there was little he could do about it but wear his long jacket to hide the evidence of his recent guilty pleasure. They raised the blinds and unlocked the door as the train slowed into the station, they stood, checked each others clothing to ensure there were no tell-tale signs of their activities of the past two hours and hurriedly walked out to reclaim their baggage. Karl leaned toward Jurgen and gently licked some stray cum of his cheek.




"Could have been embarrassing!"




"Thanks, Karl, I needed that."




"I'll hold my hand up and honestly say, so did I. You were right, it had been too long since Germany."




"Can I ask you something?"




"You know you can! Anything."




"Why did you ask Donny to look us up?"




"Well, his family lives a little ways down the coast near Bridgeport and like us, he prefers the company of men. It can be very difficult for him to satisfy his needs as he comes from a very traditional Italian family. 

"Before I met you, he and I had a few liaisons as we crossed Europe and also while we were in Berlin, nothing too serious or long lasting but still we had good fun together. 

"I know you both became good friends and you were probably closer to him than to Andy, I thought it would be nice to invite him join us occasionally."




"He's very good looking! Karl... I did think about doing something with him back at the camp but I didn't want to betray your trust after everything you'd done for me and he was one of your men, too. I didn't realise you'd already been there."




"We needed to be discrete, it wouldn't have done either of us much good to get caught. When I brought you back he guessed, correctly, you and I were an item so he stepped into the back-ground. I'd like to express my gratitude for that in some manner and I think you'll like him far better when he's not competing with Andy Jenson. 

"He's more personable, softly spoken and much more considerate, besides which he's a total lady. He only takes a fuck he never gives one so I thought we could both share him. He has a very high sex drive, he's very demanding in bed so two of us would probably keep him satisfied whereas he was always looking for the next guy when he and I were meeting." 




"I guess that's what he meant about getting a little of what you were? He said something like that when he asked me for that kiss at the air-port!"




"Yeah! So, would you like to?"




"I guess so. You don't mind?"




"I like Anthony and I know you really got on well with him, so when his hitch is up in about six months time he'll be coming home and hopefully he'll keep his promise and look us up, if not then you and I are going hunting for that rarest of game... Italian Prima-Donna in Bridgeport!"
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