
Chapter 26
Heinrich
Ken's stay in Berlin continued to be exciting. Besides having Hans to guide him and warm him, he now had Richard, Paul, and Helga. When he wasn't busy meeting new people through Hans, he spent his day at the warehouse watching the filming, being titillated by the orgies that unfolded before his eyes. There were instances too numerous to mention of Ken easing into a scene, fucking or sucking or being fucked and being sucked. About the third week of Ken's stay, Hans suggested that he drive to Munich where he kept an apartment. 
"You owe it to yourself to see Bavaria and the wonderful city of Munich," he insisted. He also gave him a list of contacts to look up while he was there, contacts who would be both amusing and helpful. "Above all, I want you to meet Heinrich, a farmer living in the Tyrol between Munich and Salzburg. The setting is idyllic and you won't meet two nicer people in the world than Heinrich and his wife Maria.
Ken brightened at this suggestion and decided to leave in the morning. "I wanted to see Munich anyway and would have before I left. But your offer is too nice to refuse," he gleamed.
Hans added, "Stay the week. I'll come down next weekend and we can spend the weekend meeting some friends of mine."
Ken rented a car the next day and left early in the morning. It took him a leisurely 6 hours or so to drive to Munich and he found the apartment handily. Unpacking, he relaxed for an hour or so. Then he decided to head for the Hofbrauhaus, Munich's most famous beer hall, a short walk from the apartment. Noted for its gemutlickheit, Ken took a seat near the Oompah Band at a long table with the other denizens of the beer hall. Most of the men were old timers, a few dressed in lederhosen, the traditional garb of Bavaria. Ken often wondered whether the wearers of the short lederhosen had anything under their short pants. His curiosity was akin to his desire to see what was under the kilts of Scotchmen. It wasn't long before introductions were made all around and the partying began. It was all great camaraderie, singing, clapping, embracing and even an occasional kiss. The old timer sitting next to Ken was particularly interesting. He was a small, thin man. His gray hair poured out from under his Tyrolean hat and accented a pair of twinkling blue eyes set deep amid his roseate cheeks. He spoke some English and, along with Ken's high school German, they got along quite well. The short lederhosen revealed strong legs, with an abundance of gray hairs emanating from his thighs, flowing upward into his crotch. An ample bulge was in evidence and, if that weren't enough, Ken thought he noticed a cockhead oozing from the end of his pant leg. This tantalized him and he strove to catch a closer look. Several times, he dropped things on the floor so as to be able to reach down and get a closer look. On the third go, Viktor, as he was called, moved to accommodate Ken who stooped to pick up a beer coaster that fell on the floor. In the move, Viktor's pant leg slid upward and out slid the bulbous head of an uncut cock. If Viktor were aware of his showing, it was hard to tell. But Ken thought he detected a playful smile on his face and continued to drink his beer. He also sidled closer to Viktor until their legs touched. Pressure made no difference. Viktor's leg stood rigid. Ken even detected some response from Viktor, his leg pressing back toward Ken. There was no mistaking, at this point, Viktor's willingness to go along with the seduction. In fact, shortly after the leg rubbing began, Viktor placed his left hand on Ken's leg and moved it suggestively along the inside of the groin, stopping short of feeling Ken's cock which by this time stood rigid. With that, Ken's right hand moved toward Viktor's leg and let it roam freely along the bare knee protruding from the short lederhosen. Having made this initial contact, he let his hand move even more freely. It found its way into the pant leg, following the sensuousness of the hair that seemed to thicken as it inched forward along the groin toward the crotch. He wasn't far into the pant leg when he encountered Viktor's rigid cock, its head wet with excitement. It had to be anywhere from 7 to 8 inches in length with a circumference of at least 5 inches. Perspiration broke out on Ken's forehead and he began to shake from the excitement. He persisted in this quest for several more minutes and then excused himself to go to the bathroom. The bulge in his pants was evident but he managed to conceal it from the others with his hat as he rose. Once in the bathroom, he headed for a stall, his cock too hard for any open stance at the long trough-like urinals. After he emerged, there stood Viktor, grinning his acceptance, saying, "Can we go someplace tonight together? I'm too far from my home and, besides, my wife would be there."
Still breathless from the excitement, Ken could barely utter, "Of course. Come home with me and stay the night if you can. Let's finish our beers and leave after that."
Viktor nodded and whispered in Ken's ear, "Wunderbar!"
Ken returned to the table and, shortly, Viktor rejoined him. After some perfunctory conversation with the others at the table, both Ken and Viktor excused themselves and left.
Outside the Hofbrauhaus, the conversation took on new meaning. Ken began, "My place, my friend's place, I mean, is very near. I'm staying there for the week, alone, except for several days that I expect to be out of the city visiting. In the meantime, we have the entire apartment to ourselves."
Viktor, meanwhile, took Ken's arm and held him close as they walked toward the apartment, managing to utter kind words of encouragement. "When I first saw you tonight, I hoped you would sit next to me. I wanted to be close to you and now we will be spending the night together in a closeness for which I can hardly wait."
They arrived quickly at the apartment and entered. No sooner did they enter than they embraced and kissed deeply, their hands roaming freely over each other's body, seeking close intimacy. Maintaining their kissing, they managed to rid themselves of their clothes and embraced in a new intimacy of warmth and passion, their naked bodies pressing hard, Viktor's cock wedged between Ken's legs, Ken's cock pressing and throbbing on Viktor's hot stomach. They staggered toward the bedroom and fell on the bed wrapped in passion. Each strove to devour the other until they moved into a position of comfort and began the joyful tasting and sucking of each other's cock, balls and groin. Viktor's cock was all that Ken expected it to be and more. Eight inches of throbbing cock was his reward. He lay with his head on Viktor's left leg, his face and mouth in immediate contact with his balls and asshole, sucking, teasing, loving alternatingly his cock, his balls and his asshole. As he sucked his balls, Viktor's moans attested to his ecstasy. And in his passion, he probed Ken's rigid cock and massaged his balls and asshole tenderly. The night was young but the moment of passion was intense for Ken and Viktor. Ken needed to feel Viktor's hot cock and passion and moved to the edge of the bed and lay on his back, raising his legs high. Viktor's passion met Ken's as he inserted his hot and throbbing eight-inch cock deep in Ken's asshole and thrust deep and wildly, melding his moans with those of Ken's. It wasn't long. Viktor stabbed deep and hard and, in seconds, screamed, "Gott in Himmel. Take it Ken. He shot his hot load into Ken's receptive hole, withdrawing it momentarily and letting some of it spurt on Ken's chest and face. Ken motioned for his cock and took it deep into his mouth, sucking the last of Viktor's hot juices from his still throbbing cock. Ken massaged his cock with Viktor's cum and, still on his back, shot his hot load on Viktor's chest and cock. Raising up, he laid Viktor on his back on the bed and licked him all over until the last remnant of his cum disappeared. Then Ken lay in spoon fashion in Viktor's arms, Viktor inserting his still hard cock in Ken's ass, and they slept. 
The night continued this way. They would wake and begin their lovemaking anew. They changed roles often, Ken fucking Viktor; Viktor fucking Ken. Twice more during the night they loved. Once, Ken woke to find Viktor sucking his cock deeply and lay back enjoying the moment, giving Viktor more of his hot cum. Later, Ken reciprocated, taking Viktor's hot load. 
The morning arrived too quickly for both of them. They managed to shower between their lovemaking and go to breakfast. Over breakfast, Viktor lamented leaving saying, "Ken, I must get home to my wife. She'll be wondering where I am and begin to worry. Otherwise, she's very understanding. Perhaps, if there is time, I would like you to meet her. I'll mention that I met you and that we spent the night together, omitting, of course, our loving. This will leave the door open for other lovemaking should you have the time."
"That's great," added Ken. "Here's my phone number and address in case you need to get in touch with me. I'll probably be gone for the next two or three days, and, after that, we can resume our friendship."
The rest of the day went calmly for Ken. He phoned ahead to Heinrich to be sure that he would be expecting him. Then he took in a few of the sites in Munich and went to bed early, anticipating an early rise for his journey into the mountains and Heinrich's farm. 
The next day came quickly and Ken was on the road by 8 A. M.. He wanted to avoid the Munich rush hour. Soon he was into the suburbs, then the country, headed towards Salzburg and his encounter with Heinrich. After two hours, he came to the Spielbach exit and headed into the village and the road that led to Heinrich's farm, deep in the foothills of the Tyrolean Alps. Another 45 minutes passed and the road ended at a green and verdant pasture with hundreds of sheep grazing in this idyllic setting. Another road led to Heinrich's farmhouse and barn. In a typical Tyrolean fashion, the house and the barn were one. The architecture was Bavarian and Tyrolean, with intricate wood scrolls embedded in the superstructure, adding accent to uniquely different form. Even more interesting, the house was completely surrounded by a balcony on which he made out the figure of a female busying herself with watering a profusion of geraniums that poured from the flower boxes hanging from the balustrade of the balcony. Near the barn, he made out another figure of a man, tall, bronzed, strong, a shock of gray hair protruding from under his green loden cap. He parked near the barn and walked towards the figure that would become his lover for the next three days. And what a lover! Heinrich was the stereotypical Tyrolean: tall in stature, with strong legs and arms, necessary physical traits for the hard work of farming and shepherding. The ruddy complexion complemented his white gray hair that oozed from under his cap, down the nape of his neck and up his chest, spewing from under his shirt to his chin.
Heinrich spoke first, "Gruss Gott," he roared in his guttural German dialect, at the same time embracing Ken warmly. The strength of his arms overwhelmed Ken as he pressed close to Heinrich's body, smelling the muskiness of his manhood.

"Gruss Gott," Ken replied, wanting never to leave his embrace. "What a beautiful place you have here," he added. "I'm looking forward to every aspect of my stay with you."
"Let's go to the house and meet my wife Maria and get you settled, and then I'll take you on a tour of the spread," Heinrich smiled.
They accomplished the formalities quickly. Ken sensed that Heinrich wanted to get on to bigger and better things. After viewing the house, they went to the barn and viewed the assorted livestock: some pigs, a few cows, a bull, several horses and a paddock of sheep. Heinrich patted one of the sheep and said, "This is Henrietta, my favorite. Maybe you'll get to know her a little better later," he winked. We wandered to another part of the barn in the loft where we came to a room fitted out with a bed. Heinrich moved toward Ken and drew him in close to his body and kissed him deeply. Their tongues intertwined and searched the crevices of their mouths, their hands moving to explore each other's body in deep passion. 
"Let's get naked," Heinrich whispered hoarsely.
Ken's agreement took form in stripping quickly, massaging his hard dick until droplets of precum formed at the head. Heinrich knelt before Ken and sucked deeply, his tongue searching out the drops that flowed freely. He alternated his deep suck by taking Ken's balls fully into his mouth and tenderly applying a downward sucking pressure that made Ken's cock even harder. Ken bent over, giving freer access to his balls and asshole, which Heinrich probed passionately. It was Ken's turn. He lay Heinrich on the bed and knelt over his face with his cock and balls directly over Heinrich's mouth. In this 69 position, he took fully Heinrich's cock and sucked deliriously. Heinrich's tongue, meanwhile, sucked Ken's cock and balls, which hovered just above his mouth and face. The fervor of their passion took hold now. Heinrich's moans started the release. It began with "Ach mein liebe," and ended in the contraction of his cock and the spurt of hot cum into Ken's mouth. Ken reciprocated and shot a hot load deep into Heinrich's throat, fucking his mouth feverishly. Then they lay on their sides, their cocks deep in one another's mouth, and rested. Ken spoke first. 
"That was some quickie," he whispered. 
"There will be many more," Heinrich responded. "At least I hope there will be."
They dressed and headed back to the house where Maria was preparing a sumptuous dinner. They showered before that. Heinrich managed to slip in the shower with Ken while Maria prepared the table and they took turns soaping each other's backs and cocks as well as probing each other's assholes with their warm and soapy dicks. Their playfulness came to an end after Heinrich heard Maria's call for dinner.
The dinner was joyful. Heinrich and Maria seldom received guests and Ken's presence gave them cause to rejoice in true Bavarian fashion. After dinner, they settled into some comfortable chairs on the balcony facing the Alps and talked about sundry things of little or no consequence. The post aperitifs put them in a pleasant mood until midnight when they all agreed that a good night's rest might do them all some good.
Heinrich and Maria slept in different rooms and about an hour into resting, Ken heard his door open and felt Heinrich slip into his bed quietly, naked and hard. 
"My cock has been aching all evening for your asshole," he whispered. Since Ken was already naked, Heinrich turned Ken on his belly and inserted his already lubricated and hard cock deep into his ass. He fucked him hard, while Ken, still remembering their short sexual exploit in the shower, urged him to fuck him hard and deep. His whole body tingled sexually as Heinrich drove his large, hard cock deeper and deeper. Heinrich came with several short and deep, almost violent, thrusts, burying his face in a pillow to stifle the groans of ecstasy that emanated deep from within his throat. As he did so, Ken turned him over on his back and sat on his still hard cock and jerked himself with a frenzy and shot his hot load over Heinrich's chest, some of the hot cum reaching his mouth and face. He bent over and licked his cum from Heinrich's hairy belly and chest and kissed him fully on the mouth, sharing his cum in this intimate gesture. They lay this way for a half hour or so, resting. 
Heinrich rose to leave, saying as he left, "Sleep as late as you want in the morning. Maria will have breakfast ready for you when you wake."
Morning came quickly. But it was a restful night, almost idyllic. After breakfast, Ken wandered out to the barn to find Heinrich. He found him feeding some of the animals and interrupted him with the usual Bavarian greeting, "Gruss Gott." Heinrich's face brightened at seeing Ken.
"This morning I want you to meet my Henrietta! Have you ever fucked a sheep Ken? Let me show you how it's done." He led Henrietta to a separator stall spread with dry, clean straw. He unabashedly stripped naked, including his shoes, and wrapped his arms under Henrietta's belly, raising her with her back to his chest and belly and fell onto the straw on his side. His large, hard cock searched for Henrietta's hole and drove it in with one thrust.
Watching this spectacle was overpowering for Ken. His cock jolted to a hardness that was new to him. He remembered thinking that it was the combination of seeing Heinrich's nakedness and hardness as the stimuli for this new sexual emotion. Henrietta was obviously comfortable with her lover for she lay quietly and receptive to Heinrich's thrusts. Heinrich's ass and hips moved rhythmically as his hard cock dipped deep into the sheep's hole. Ken stood close so he could watch the inward thrust and withdrawal, noting especially the shine of the natural lubrication of the sheep on Heinrich's cock. It excited him and he disrobed to prepare himself for his once in a lifetime opportunity. Ken's nakedness seemed to spur Heinrich on and, before long, the familiar long and deep thrusts of Heinrich's hips were evident. He shot his hot load into Henrietta screaming, "Ja, ja. Take it all. Ja, jaaaaaa, jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." With that he yelled to Ken to lie in his place as he held Henrietta. Ken slid in as Heinrich pulled out and felt the warmth and the wetness of Heinrich's cum inside the sheep. The warmth, the wetness, the receptivity of the sheep, the complete oddity of this new experience contributed to the intensity of the sexual reaction Ken felt in his groin and testicles. He felt his orgasm welling up in his testicles and, within seconds, his cock poured its passion into the sheep's hole. Like Heinrich, he couldn't hold back his excitement and cried out uninhibitedly, "Oh yes. Take it baby. Take it. Taaaaakkkkke it!" at the same time driving his cock deep into Henrietta's hot hole, mingling his cum with that of Heinrich's. Afterwards, Heinrich raised the sheep and lay with Ken, face to face, their bellies and cocks rubbing and rested. The sheep retreated a few feet from them and lay to lick her asshole as if enjoying the fruits of their labor.
The rest of the day went uneventfully except for their late night fuck before they went to sleep. Heinrich promised Ken a trip up the mountain the next day. Morning arrived and Ken rose with Heinrich and Maria, ate, and left for their mountain trek. They hiked to a forest glen high up on the mountain where the view was absolutely magnificent. A mountain stream, clear, cool, refreshing ran through their resting place. The stream had gouged out little pools resembling perfectly formed bathtubs. Trout swan in the shallower pools and Heinrich suggested a refreshing dip in one of the pools. They stripped naked and entered the pool quickly to allow the bodies to adjust to the coolness. After the initial shock, the bodies grew accustomed to the water. Heinrich and Ken embraced, their nakedness sending shivers down their spines. With some manipulation, their cocks grew rigid and they loved at the edge of the pool. Heinrich, his legs in the pool, his upper body arched over the lip, offered his ass to Ken. His hot tongue found Heinrich's hot hole and probed. After a long and tender massage of his asshole and balls, Ken drove his cock deep into Heinrich's now very receptive asshole and fucked vigorously. Before cumming, he climbed atop the lip of the pool and shoved his hot cock into Heinrich's mouth, the cum ricocheting off the back of his throat. It was Ken's time now. He lay on his back on the green moss at the edge of the pool, his legs upraised, and took Heinrich's cock deep into his hot ass. Heinrich came quickly, saving the last of his spurt for Ken's receptive mouth, withdrawing his cock and raising up over Ken to let it dribble onto his face and into his mouth.
And so it went for the next couple of days. Ken reluctantly announced to Heinrich and Maria that he would be leaving the next day but, if they would have him, he would return at some later date.
"By all means, Ken, we would love to have you here. Are you sure you won't reconsider staying longer?" Maria beckoned. 
"It makes us feel good to have some company," Heinrich added.
"Thanks for your kindness and hospitality. But I must be going. I shall return, however," he insisted. The next morning, Ken left early, misty-eyed but in love with Bavaria and Heinrich and Maria. 
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Author: Jim Stanley is now 70 years old, a retired senior who enjoys sex tremendously. Fantasy, he feels, is essential to this mix and his stories reflect this. Jim says to all those Wankers out there, go for it. Fantasize and enjoy!!! He would enjoy your reaction to his stories. 
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