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Summer In Bavaria (bi-sexual)
Tom <tje@mail.nls.net>

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I saw him waiting for me, my grandfather, waving at me from the rear of
the crowd, as I entered the lounge after deplaning in Munich.  It was so
good to see him again, the lovely old man, whom I secretly preferred to
my American grandfather, who was a banker and a bit of a stuffed shirt. 
My German grandpa was Dr. Alois Hubner, recently retired as a civil
engineer for the municipality of Munich..  He gave me a big hug,  when I
finally got through the crowd, which did not embarrass me, although I
had just turned fifteen and was a bit skittish about such displays of
physical affection in public.  He was not much taller than I, with
whisps of gray hair on either side of his bald head.  A Barvarian jacket
wrapped around his rotund bulk. He sometimes wore lederhosen, but not
that day.  There was a cheerful glint in his blue eyes.  Smiles
wrinkeles  joined the other lines of his sixty seven year old face.

"How was the flight," he asked routinely.

"Very smooth," I replied.  "We all applauded the crew, when we finally
landed."

"That's the custom,"  he said, as we made our way to the baggage area.


We spoke in German.  I was bilingual in German and English, and I could
also converse reasonably  well in French.  My mother, grandpa's
daughter, always spoke German to me at home, ever since I was a baby. 
Dad sometimes spoke with us in German, although he usually preferred
English.

I had been visiting Germany, actually Bavaria, almost every year for as
long as I could remember.  They were usually short trips, lasting just a
few days.  This time I would be spending the entire Summer with my
German grandpa and grandma,  three whole months.

We carried my luggage to the parking lot and placed  it into the trunk
of grandpa's Audi.  We had a ways to drive, because, after his
retirement, he and grandma moved from their large apartment across from
the English Garden in Munich and had built a house in the Alps, a few
miles from Reit-im-Winkel, where they then lived.  It would be a two
hour drive.

"We have found some playmates for you.  They are waiting to meet the boy
from America."

"How many are there?"

"Just three, two girls and boy about your age.  We live rather high up
on the mountain, where there are not too many houses."

I had worried about being stuck with just grandpa and grandma, about
being bored.  The old man knew how I felt, even before I had arrived. 
He had sought out children in his area and told them about an exotic boy
who would soon come from Cleveland, in America, who lived next to the
vast inland seas, the Great Lakes.  Grandpa was a splendid story teller.

It was still early in the morning, and I dozed in the car as we drove
southeast from Munich.  It was a glorious day in late Spring, but I
could not keep my eyes open.

* * *

We drove through the most magnificent countryside as we approached
grandpa's house.  The valley  below stretched, lushly, far to the east. 
Snowy peaks were visible in the distance.  I savored the cool, crisp air
of the mountains; I could almost taste it.  Then the house came into
view. It was a rather large chalet which perched on the side of the
mountain and faced the valley.

"Your room is up there," he pointed, "on the right. Upstairs.  You see
the balcony?"

Grandma was outside waiting for us as we drove up.  She was larger
around than her husband, and she was shorter than I.  Her gray hair was
braided and piled all over her head.  She had the most rosy cheeks, and
a face which was unlined.  I loved her dearly and we embraced with joy,
when I emerged from the car.  It always amused me that people referred
to  her respectfully as Frau Doktor Hubner, although she had never
attended a university.  Grandma had a rather heavy lunch ready for us,
oxenfleish mit spaezle, one of my favorites.  She placed a glass of beer
before me, fragrant, Bavarian beer, which was just part of the meal, and
which grandpa referred to as "liquid bread".

My room was spotless, of course, and from the glass doors, which led
onto the balcony, I had a panoramic view of the valley below. I took a
short nap after lunch.  I awoke to grandma's gentle shaking of my
shoulder and the words "you have visitors".

I went downstairs, and in the main room of the house I was greated by
three beautiful kids.  The boy was Anton, who, at fourteen and one half,
was six months younger than I.  I was struck by his prettiness.  He was
a bit shorter than I.  He had raven black hair, which accentuated his
slightly pale face, with its symetrical features and slender, roseate
lips.  His bright smile revealed even, white teeth  His eyes were a
piercing blue  Katrina was his twelve year old sister, and she looked
very much like her brother.  Her dark hair hung almost to her
shoulders.  Unlike her brother who greeted me boldly and with open
enthusiasm, Katrina looked up at me shyly with a demure smile.  Small
breasts poked at her white, embroidered blouse.  Her pale, upper arms,
neither skinny nor heavy, looked incredibly soft.  Helga was their
eleven year old cousin.  She was a little pixie.  She looked at me with
an eager, open face, the face of a very pretty child.  Helga was very
blonde and her hair was tied in two pig tails on either side of her
head.  I don't know the term for that hair style.  She was a head
shorter than I and quite slender.  I thought that she was absolutely
adorable.

We sat on the couch and on chairs.  Grandma and grandpa were elsewhere,
leaving me free to become acquainted with my new playmates.

"Tell me about the Great Lakes," little Helga began, revealing an
interest in geography.  "Are there large ships  on them?"

"There are very long, rather narrow ships called ore carriers," I
responded.  "And there are ships from the ocean that come into the lakes
to pick up and deliver cargo at various cities."

We talked for a good while about the Great Lakes and about my experience
with them.  I had swam in them all, including Lake St. Clair.  We talked
about sand dunes and boating.   Grandma came into the room with glasses
of lemonade for us.

"You speak German just like us," Anton observed, and I explained my
background.

Evidently I had passed muster, because I was invited to join them in
their pasttimes.  We arranged to have a picnic up the mountain the next
day.  As they left the house Helga grinned openly at me.  Katrina, who
had not spoken the entire while, smiled shyly at me.  Anton shook my
hand like an adult, looked into my face and said "welcome to Bavaria". 
Again I noticed the remarkable prettiness of him.  I had never before
been struck by the prettiness of other guys.  I wondered about that as I
watched them walk up the road to their houses.

* * *

Back in Cleveland, or rather Hunting Valley, where I grew up in a large
house  surrounded by twelve manicured acres next to the Chagrin River,
my life was, I suppose, somewhat sheltered.  I attended a private boy's
school, one which expected the students to try their hardest at their
studies.  Slackness was prohibited.  The environment of the school was
one of discipline and achievement.  We all knew that we were privileged
and that we would, in time, become leaders in business and the
professions.

I did not have any close friends at school.  We were all so competitive;
at least I thought so.  Many of the guys had buddies, but I didn't.  I
did not talk about sex to anyone, nor did I date.  So it came as a shock
to me that my new German friends were so casual about their sexual
attitudes and behavior.  I began to realize this, when I went with them
on our first picnic, which we enjoyed up in a mountain valley.

We trudged up a dirt path, the air magnificently crisp, the ten o'clock
sun promising a warm day.  We wore back packs full of the picnic stuff. 
Anton and Helga walked about fifty yards ahead of Katrina and me,
holding hands and behaving very affectionately towards one another.  On
occasion I could hear the tinkle of the little girl's giggle.  Katrina
was not as shy as she had been on the previous day.  She looked at me
often and smiled into my face.  I thought that she was absolutely
beautiful, that she was the perfect girl for me.  My hand brushed her's
inadvertently, and she took hold of it, smiling again into my face.  We
walked on hand in hand, even though I had just met her.  I felt very
pleased, because I thought that, in time, she might let me kiss her
pretty face.  That was about as far as I could imagine.

Just before I turned thirteen I discovered masturbation as I showered. 
It occurred quite by accident.  I washed my penis a bit too much and it
got hard, felt good.  I continued to wash it until I squirted forth,
feeling a little sting but marvelous pleasure.  The experience
frightened me, because, believe it or not, I had not known about
masturbation.  No one had ever told me about it.  I thought that I had
discovered something radically new.  I did it again the next day and at
least once each day ever since.

What I am saying is that I was then very naive and quite inexperienced
about sex, and that those German friends were way ahead of me, although
all three were still virgins.

"What are you thinking," Katrina asked me as she noticed that my mind
was wandering.  I could not tell her, of course, so I responded with
some banalities about the beauty of the mountains.

"Do you have a girl friend back home?'  Another question that was
difficult to answer.

"No, not at present."

"I would like for you to be my friend."  For me that was a shocker,
especially because she squeezed my hand,  when she said it  I tried to
look into her face and smile suavely, but I found myself staring at the
lovely flesh of her upper arm and then at the modest bulge of her t
shirt. Katrina giggled and knocked her shoulder against mine.  Then I
did smile at her, a genuine smile.  I felt suddenly relaxed and
extremely happy.

"I would very much like to be your friend," I said, squeezing her hand. 
She squeezed back, looking into my face with an expression which was at
once both bold and demure.  She was so beautiful.

Up ahead Anton was nibbling on Helga's neck as they walked.  She giggled
wildly.

* * *

Our outing was a splendid success.  We ate our lunch early.  It
consisted of fried chicken, celery stalks, bread rolls and lemonade from
a thermos.  Afterwards we decided to climb trees, and little Helga
proved to be most adept at the task, climbing more quickly and higher
than the rest of us.  We had taken off our shoes, and the four of us
remained clad in t shirts and shorts, until Anton took off his shirt,
because of the heat and I soon followed.  I found  his almost naked body
to be stunning, an observation that, again, caused me some unease.  High
in the tree Helga took off her t shirt as well, and, although she had
nothing to hide but a flat chest, Katrina insisted that she put it back
on.  Then, for awhile, we played a German version of kick the can,
during which the dust of the Earth clung to our sweaty bodies.

After three hours of frolicing, we packed up and retreated back down the
dirt path.  Katrina and I held hands like old friends.  When we reached
the road, she and Helga decided to go to the little girl's house. 
Katrina, in parting, gave me a brief kiss on the lips, which amazed and
excited me.  Anton kissed Helga a bit longer, his one hand at the back
of her head and the other on the flesh of her slender upper arm.  She
had her arms around his waist.

Anton and I went down the road in the opposite direction, towards his
house.  I wondered about his relationship with his eleven year old
cousin, but I was too shy to inquire.

"I'm gritty," he said.  "We will have to take a shower." 

"You seemed to get on well with Katrina," he continued. 

"She's a very lovely girl," I replied.  "I like her a lot."

"Maybe you will become her boyfriend.   She has never had a boy."

I was unsure of what he implied by the term "boyfriend."

"Is Helga your girlfriend?"

"Not yet.  We are still just kissing cousins."  He giggled like a girl
and than said, "I think, though, that I will have her this Summer."

I did not dare to ask what he meant by "have her", although I had more
than a clue.  It was hard for me to understand how he could speak so
lightly about such things.  I assumed that he was talking about sex,
incestuous sex.

"Maybe you will have Katrina this Summer too."

I could not think of a response.

We reached the house and discovered that no one was at home.  We went up
to Anton's room, which was large and had its own bath.  In the middle of
the room he pulled down his shorts and underpants, revealing the rest of
him.  He was uncut, of course, and had just a small patch of pubic
hair.  His flacid penis dangled perhaps three inches and was not thick.

"Come on, lets take a shower," he said, looking at me, waiting for me to
undress.  At school the guys showered together, but I felt nervous 
about doing it with Anton,  because I felt that I had developed a mild
crush on him.  Still, I disrobed and was not too embarrassed by the half
erect condition of my cock, which was longer and thicker than his.  I
also had more hair, but it was blonde and not all that distracting.

We got into the shower stall, which was not really made for more than
one person.  Our bodies were in constant touch.  My cock became fully
erect, jutting out almost six inches, and in our proximity it rubbed
against his  hip and  his abdomen.

"I've never seen a cut one before," he remarked, looking down at my
member.

"I've never seen an uncut one," I responded, looking at his, which was
then half erect.

"I suppose it feels the same, cut and uncut," he observed.

"I suppose."

Anton lathered his groin with the soap and stroked his cock to full
erection.  The tip of his glans emerged from his foreskin.

"Ah, it feels so good," he murmurred, and he handed me the soap.

I watched him in astonishment as he slowly masturbated, his eyes closed,
a smile on his lips.  I became very aroused, soaped my cock and joined
him.  He groaned, grasped my upper arm and squirted forth, a high
pitched grunt for each spurt.  I was not far behind, and when I came, I
pulled him to me and shot all over his stomach.  The pelting shower
rinsed away my seed very quickly.  Anton looked at me with a sly grin.

"I've never done it with another guy before," he remarked, looking me in
the face.  "Have you?"

"No," I replied, and added, the words falling from my mouth before I
could censor them, "but I enjoyed doing it with you."

"Let's do it again soon," he responded matter of factly.

We got out of the shower and dried ourselves.  Naked, I followed him
back into the bed room, staring at the back of his legs and his perky
butt, finally acknowledging that I wanted to stroke his flesh.

At his dresser Anton stopped and turned to me.

"I know that I am not queer," he said, "because I intend to fuck Helga
this Summer.  And you are not queer either, because you are going to
fuck Katrina.  But, if you like, we could experiment with each other."

He looked into my face, his head slightly cocked, wanting an affirmative
answer from me.  I was hard again, as was he.  I nodded my head, not
knowing what I was letting myself in for.  Anton placed an arm around my
shoulder, squeezing me in a friendly manner.  His attitude was jovial. 
His arm still on my shoulder, he opened the top drawer of his dresser,
pushed aside some underclothes and revealed a stash of condoms.

"My dad lets me have them," he explained.  "He owns a pharmacy in
Reit-im-Winkel."

I picked one up and examined it.  I had never seen one before.

"Let's try one on," Anton suggested as he unwrapped a condom.

He looked at me and saw my confused concern.

"Lighten up, Johann, we're just playing."  At home I'm called John.

I did relax a bit, and grinned at my friend as I also unwrapped a
condom.  We sat on the edge of the bed and proceeded to roll the latex
sheathes onto our rigid cocks.  It felt strange, but pleasant.

"Of course, when I fuck Helga and you fuck Katrina, we will have wear
one of these."

I nodded dumbly, not comprehending how I could ever come to fuck
Katrina, although I was certain, Helga being willing, that Anton would
fuck that Summer.  We didn't fool around with each other any further
that day,  most likely because we heard a car door shut outside.  We
quickly dressed.

As I walked back to my grandparents house, I found it difficult to
collect my thoughts.  Perhaps, I thought, Katrina was really available
to me.  I knew that I was going to have homosexual "experiments" with
Anton.  It troubled me that I wanted Anton as much as Katrina.

* * *

The next morning, before I had finished breakfast, I heard Anton outside
calling for me.  I stuffed the remainder of my food into my mouth, my
grandma scowling as I did so, and ran out the back door to greet my
friend.  He was clad in lederhosen and a white shirt.  He looked so
beautiful.  He told me that he wanted to show me his secret place, a
magic place that no one else knew about.  We then set out, trudging up a
mountain path.  He held my hand, and it did not trouble me.  I knew that
I would do things with him that morning that I would never have dreamed
of two days before, forbidden things.  But we would do it in a magic
place, away from the rest of the world.

We hiked for almost an hour.  We finally went around a large outcropping
of rock and then, before us, was a small valley on the mountain side, a
dell, althought had no trees.  It was strewn with wildflowers and a
small stream ran from it.  Anton pulled on my hand and we ran down into
that place, which was truly magic.  It had a special fragrance which I
cannot describe, except to say that it made me giddy.  We fell to the
ground and rolled around in the grass and the flowers.  Then we
quieted.  We were close together, looking into each other's face in
expectation.  I took his nearby arm,  raised it and inspected it.  I
stroked the underside of the forearm, so hairless and smooth.  I brought
it to my mouth and licked on it.  I kneaded his upper arm, again so
soft, until Anton made a muscle and grinned at me.  He then moved and
got half on top of me.  He kissed my lips and I kiss back.  I had lost
all of my inhibitions.  I clung to him and we kissed for a long time,
our tongues, eventually, venturing forth to discover new delights.  I
was not "experimenting".  I was in love.  My cock was rigid, as was
Anton's.  We quickly got naked and then embraced again, pushing our
flesh against each other's.  We really didn't know  what we were going
to do.  We kissed as I took hold of his cock.  I pumped on it gently,
wanting to give my dear friend pleasure.  I looked into his beautiful
face as I stroked him.  His lips were apart, expectant.

"Faster! Do it faster!"

I increased my tempo and saw, suddenly, his face contort as he spewed
forth.  I milked his cock until he was again relaxed.  I felt his semen
on my hand..  I licked a gob of it into my mouth and swallowed it.

"How does it taste?"

"Not bad, considering the source."

He pushed at my shoulder and gave me a wondrous grin.  I lay on my back,
knowing that Anton was going to give me pleasure.  He raised himself on
an elbow, leaned down and kissed my face all over.  He kissed my
shoulder and licked my neck.  He suckled one of my nipples and then the
other.  He kissed down my chest, and I suddenly knew what he was about
to do.  The realization excited and horrified me, because I knew that I
would have to do to him what he did to me.  He took my cock into his
mouth.  I had never felt anything more arousing.  Within seconds I
spewed into his mouth.  He coughed and choked a bit and quickly pulled
his mouth off my cock,  getting a spurt on his cheek and another on his
nose.  He was conscientious,  however, and finished me by hand, my goo
dripping from his face.

"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed.

"I'm sorry," I said, although I was pleased and amused by it all.

Anton spit and spit on the ground.  He did not like the taste, although,
to my shame, I did.  I looked forward to sucking his cock.  I had
decided that I was queer, even though I wanted to fuck Katrina.

We went to the stream and Anton washed out his mouth.

"I don't think that I want to do that again," he said, "but I'm glad to
have done it at least once."

"When do you want me to do you?" I inquired.

He looked at me gently, palmed my cheek, and said "pretty soon."

We waded in the cold, shallow stream, arms around each other's naked
bodies, so splendidly beautiful in their youth, away from the rest of
the world in a magic place.  We stopped and Anton kissed me fervently.

"I want it now," he said

He lay among the flowers.  His young body so gorgeous, sleek and smooth.
I wanted to lick on his flesh, but I just went down on him, taking his
slender cock into my mouth, the taste and texture of it exciting me.  I
sucked on him and eagerly awaited the flood of his seed, which came
rather quickly.  I stayed on him until he became soft.  Then I
swallowed.  I could not imagine doing it with any one else but him.  I
wasn't a queer, I told myself.  I liked girls.  I still wanted to fuck
Katrina.

I looked down on my friend Anton, the only friend that I had ever had,
the taste of him still in my mouth.  I stroked his sleek thigh.  He
looked up at me and said, "thanks."

"The only other thing for us to experiment on is butt fucking," he said
some minutes later, after he had recovered from the enormity of his
orgasm..  I shuddered at the thought of it.

"I don't think so," I responded...

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