Little English Boy
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Copyright 2023 by Little English Boy, all rights reserved
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
view
such material, please leave now.
Herr Brunner was in the departure lounge at Bristol Airport
awaiting his Wednesday afternoon flight home to Munich following his
weekly meeting at head office. Beside him was his son Karl’s pen
friend, 12 year old John Rickard, who he had invited to join his family
for a 2 week summer break to experience German culture. John was
learning their language at his Bristol school, and his teacher had set
him up last year with his online pen pal. English came as second nature
to Karl since his mother was from London and they were often spending
time with their UK relatives. John was having difficulty getting his
tongue around some of their long words but had a fair grasp of basic
German.
“Karl is looking forward to meeting you, as is his twin sister Klara.”
John
had seen pictures of Klara on Karl’s Facebook page. He felt a stir down
below as his brain revisited that image of the girl with long blond
pigtails wearing a stunning smile, snug t-shirt and shorts, with pink
Keds on her dainty feet.
“I’m looking forward to meeting Karl and Klara too sir.”
John had a think and began to assemble what he hoped were the right words. He was rather nervous as he spoke.
“Err… Perhaps I should say… err… Ich freue mich auch darauf, Karl und Klara kennenzulernen, mein Herr.”
He was so relieved as Herr Brunner smiled and gave him the thumbs up.
“Exzellent!”
It
was a lovely clear summer’s day and John was pleased to see the
countryside as it rolled past far below. On his last flight it had been
cloudy all the way and he had been bored as there was nothing to see.
He sensed the aircraft was descending and heard the pilot’s voice.
“Meine Damen und Herren, wir nähern uns dem Flughafen München, bitte schnallen Sie sich an.”
The
pilot had spoken so quickly that he had not picked it all up. There was
something about an airport and he heard the word fasten, then came the
heavily accented pilot’s voice to repeat his instruction in fluent
English.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are nearing Munich Airport, please fasten your seatbelts.”
He
was now a bit worried, since he really should have understood what the
pilot had said since it was exactly what you would expect. He needed to
be thinking ahead if he was going to master this language. John had
downloaded the Google Translate app on his phone, but being in airplane
mode that was not accessible. He smiled at Herr Brunner as he did up
his seatbelt. After a smooth landing, they picked up their luggage and
headed out the arrivals door. Herr Brunner grinned and held out his
arms as he heard a familiar excited scream.
“Vati!”
John
recognised the German phrase for Daddy as well as the rapidly
approaching girl with long blond pigtails wearing a stunning smile,
snug t-shirt and shorts, with pink Keds on her dainty feet. As Klara
ran over, John saw she obviously wasn’t wearing a bra and he felt it
start to swell. Herr Brunner whisked his daughter off her feet and
whirled her round as she gave him a big hug and a kiss. Her brother
came over and held out his hand.
“Welcome to Germany John. It’s great to see you in person at last.”
He grinned at his sister.
“Please excuse my sister. She’s a girl and girls are always excited.”
She
grinned back at her brother and Karl laughed as he dodged one of her
pink Keds on its way to kick his butt. Herr Brunner set Klara down and
she aimed that stunning smile at John.
“Please excuse my brother. He’s a total dork!”
He
was surprised at her fluent English, including idioms. He was even more
surprised when she flung her arms around his neck and landed her kiss
right on his lips. He counted at least five Mississippis as she held
that kiss. Coupled with the soft warmth emanating from under her
t-shirt, he felt it getting stiffer. Herr Brunner had a big smile as he
told his daughter to put his son’s pen friend down. John received that
stunning smile again.
“That’s how an excited girl welcomes a gorgeous English boy to Germany. It’s great to see you too John.”
Wow
thought John, she just said I’m gorgeous. Thinking about what that
might lead to made it go rigid, so he held his case close to his front.
With a twin either side of him, they walked out to the car park. John
felt Klara slip her hand around the one holding his case and give it a
squeeze. She looked down then whispered in his ear.
“I can see boys are sometimes excited too John.”
Klara was grinning as she gave his scarlet cheek a sweet peck. It didn’t help.
**********
The
Brunners were only 10 minutes from the airport, but it was now almost
dark when they arrived home. Frau Brunner had noticed Klara was still
holding John’s hand and smiled at her daughter.
“Would you like
to show John the guest bed where he will be sleeping Klara, then you
can help him unpack. It’s getting late, so you kids all get ready for
bed while I put together a late night snack.”
John grabbed his
case as Klara propelled him up the stairs towards the bedroom. As he
went through the door, he saw it was enormous with an open plan wet
room on the left and two large beds against the wall to his right,
separated by a dressing table with wardrobes on the other side of each
bed. Klara went over and patted the bed on the right and turned back
the sheets.
“This will be your bed.”
As John walked across, he noticed another bed under a window.
“That is Karl’s bed as he prefers to sleep by the window so he can get plenty of fresh air.”
Klara gave him that stunning smile as she patted the bed on the left and turned back the sheets.
“This is where I sleep.”
He was a bit taken aback.
“Err… You sleep in the same room as your brother?”
“Of
course. We’ve always slept in the same room ever since mama brought us
back from the hospital. We have a guest bed for whenever we have a
friend over, and since you are our guest it is obviously your bed for
the next two weeks. Mama and papa sleep right on the other side of the
house so they aren’t disturbed when we have a sleepover.”
John’s
brain went into overdrive at the thought of what he might see as he
would be sleeping right next to Klara. She smiled as the front of his
jeans began to stick out.
“I can see how happy you are with our arrangements.”
Karl tutted at his sister as he saw his pen pal go red.
“Klara always likes to point out when we boys go stiff, even though she knows it’s a perfectly natural thing for us.”
Klara gave John a grin, then she stuck her tongue out at her brother, who just ignored her.
“Pay no attention to my sister. I’ll get ready for bed first while Klara helps you put your stuff away John.”
He
could hardly believe it as Karl stripped right off and wandered into
the wet room with his circumcised three inch willy swinging about
amidst his black pubes. Klara never gave it even a first glance as she
opened up a wardrobe.
“This is for your stuff John. Let’s get it all stored neatly away.”
As he hung up his shirts, John was a bit embarrassed as Klara picked up his underwear to put them in a drawer.
“I
see you prefer boxers, just like Karl. He says now he’s gone through
puberty they hold everything in snugly. You are the same age as us, so
I expect you’ve matured too by now. Have you completed puberty yet
John?”
He was shocked that this girl was asking a boy such a private question.
“Err… err… err…”
Then he remembered he was in Germany, with its different culture. Perhaps she was just making an enquiry.
“Err… Yes I have… err… last year actually Klara.”
She felt her t-shirt to cup her breasts.
“After
these started to grow 18 months ago, I found wearing a bra was a bit
too snug, although mama tells me to wear one if it’s a formal occasion.
What do you think of them John?”
John was both stunned and excited to be invited to check them out. His brain found the perfect German word.
“Wunderbar!”
She smiled at his compliment and gave him the thumbs up.
“Exzellent!”
They were tucking away his last few things when a naked Karl wandered out drying his hair.
“It’s free now Klara.”
She gave John that smile.
“Do you want to go through first John?”
He wasn’t sure what to do but couldn’t possibly strip off in front of Klara. He came up with a delaying tactic.
“Err… In English culture, a gentleman would always allow a lady to go first.”
He got that stunning smile again.
“You English are always so polite. Thanks John.”
She
took off her pink Keds then placed them neatly under her bed. Slipping
off her socks, she rolled them into a ball to launch them in an arc
right across the room and straight into the laundry basket. John
followed their journey in amazement as those white socks flew to the
far side of the room to land bang on target. He applauded her skill.
“Wow Klara that was fantastic. How did you learn to make such an incredible shot?”
As
he turned back to Klara he saw her face was covered by that snug
t-shirt as she pulled it up. His jaw fell as she then took it right
off. He realised ‘Wunderbar’ was a wholly inadequate word to describe
such absolute perfection. Klara neatly folded her yellow t-shirt up,
then turned to John and continued to undress as she answered his
question.
“I’m on the school basketball team and ended the school year as lead scorer.”
Watching
her shorts and panties descend in one, he was awestruck. Before him
stood the girl with long blond pigtails wearing a stunning smile and
that was all! He nearly came at his first sight of a naked girl. Klara
folded her clothes up, then strolled over and used a finger to close
his mouth. She grinned as she squeezed that huge bulge in his jeans.
“Excited are we?”
A still naked Karl saw his pen pal’s scarlet face and came to his rescue. He gave his sister a frown.
“Don’t embarrass our guest Klara.”
Karl lightly smacked his sister’s bottom.
“Off you go and get your shower now.”
She gave her brother’s cheek a peck, then grinned at John and walked off with a deliberate wiggle of her bare bottom.
“Just ignore her John.”
That
was easier said than done as Klara had left the door wide open. It had
never been so rigid as he watched her soapy hands slide over every
square inch of her flawless body. Karl picked up his X-box controller
then tossed the other on John’s bed as he flopped back naked on his own
bed by the window.
“She’s a girl and will be ages yet. Let’s have a game.”
John’s
brain was fully occupied storing the minutest detail of every impulse
flowing down his optic nerve as her hands washed that perfection. Klara
gave him a grin as she tweaked her sticking out nipples. He thought he
heard a voice.
“Err… Sorry Karl… err… did you say something?”
Karl
followed his gaze, then got off his bed. John didn’t catch what he said
in German to his sister but heard her very vocal raspberry as the door
was shut. He grinned at John.
“My sister has been talking about
you for weeks. She certainly fancies you but is being such a flirt
tonight. Best to disregard her John. A good game on my X-box will be
much more fun.”
He looked at the extra-terrestrial scene
flashing across the 60 inch flat screen on the wall, and very much
doubted that. As Karl gave the alien ship a mighty blast with his laser
cannon, John rapidly kicked off his trainers and threw his socks on the
floor, then leaped on the bed and into the fray. He forgot everything
as they battled away. It was over ten minutes later when Klara opened
the wet room door and stepped out. She knew her brother wasn’t
interested in her naked body, obviously, but was annoyed to see John
was ignoring it too as his eyes fixated on the screen while Karl
shouted orders to avoid them being obliterated by those stupid clusters
of pixels. That was when her mother came in.
“Are you kids coming down Klara, as I’ve made our late night snacks.”
She saw Karl was ready for bed too, but John was only barefoot and still wearing those clothes he came in.
“Why aren’t you ready for bed yet John?”
The sound of laser cannons continued unabated, so she wandered over and pulled the controller from his hand.
“Hey, I was using that!”
He suddenly realised who he was speaking too.
“Oh… err… I’m very sorry Frau Brunner.”
They
all turned to the screen as they heard a huge explosion followed by the
foulest swear word that loudly rang out as Karl flung his controller
down in disgust.
“Ficke!”
Frau Brunner spoke sharply to her son.
“Achte auf deine Sprache Karl!”
Karl
had not realised she was in their bedroom and went red as he had just
been caught uttering ‘that’ word. He was very relieved his mum just
told him to watch his language as his dad would have gone mad. He
instantly apologised.
“Es tut mir wirklich leid, Mama.”
Karl
hung his head as he came over to stand alongside his sister. As silence
filled the room, John’s brain finished its return to planet earth. He
finally noticed Klara standing beside his bed and she looked pissed for
some reason. His eyes beheld this naked vision with her legs apart and
arms folded underneath her perfection. That was when his lower brain
took over as it became fully engorged with rapidly flowing blood. Klara
gave him that stunning smile as she saw the effect of his returning
focus on her attributes. Frau Brunner repeated her earlier unanswered
question.
“I asked you why aren’t you ready for bed yet John?”
John thought he heard a female voice.
“Err… Did you just say something Frau Brunner?”
She
understood John’s inattention as she saw his eyes were glued to her
naked daughter, and the front of his jeans stuck out. She smiled at him
and continued in her native tongue.
“As you can see John,
Germany has a very different culture towards nudity from what we both
have experienced in England. I think this more open attitude is
beneficial, particularly for maturing children who may have negative
body issues. Get those clothes off and take a shower then come down for
your late night snack before bed.”
John felt the pressure inside
his boxers and couldn’t possibly get undressed in front of everybody.
Frau Brunner knew that his British reserve would go in time after an
onslaught of German culture, but she was determined to speed things up.
Maybe some fun on the way might sweeten his initial embarrassment but
few Germans would ever have any problems being seen in such a natural
state. John was going to be naked tonight whether he wanted to or not.
Like every mother with boys, she automatically bent down to tuck his
trainers neatly under the bed then picked his socks up off the floor.
She gave her daughter a smile, as she had fun in store for her too with
this handsome English boy.
“Klara, perhaps John needs some assistance getting undressed. Someone to do his back in the shower may be helpful.”
Klara returned that smile a thousand fold at hearing her mother’s words.
“Yes, Mama.”
John
was frozen to the spot as his pen pal’s naked sister undid his shirt,
then removed his belt. As his jeans descended, Klara grinned at her
mother as they both saw that impressive bulge in his boxers. It bounced
briefly after she pulled the elastic waistband right down, then it
stood as erect as it had ever been. Klara saw Karl raise his eyebrows
at what she had wanted to see all night. There it was in the flesh,
literally.
“John hat einen wunderschönen Schwanz, Mama.”
John
picked up that Klara said he had a beautiful something, which was good,
but the word Schwanz eluded him. Frau Brunner saw him looking a bit
puzzled at the idiom her daughter had just used and gave a helpful
translation.
“Yes Klara, John does indeed have a beautiful cock.”
His
thick 8 inch Schwanz was fully erect, but the head was covered and
ended in a half inch long point of skin. Karl’s thinner circumcised
Schwanz was erect too now, a decent five and a half inches. He grinned
and put his thumbs up.
“Toller Schwanz, John!”
John had
always been worried about his very long foreskin, especially in the
school showers after sport. As his flaccid 5 incher waggled about, some
of the boys laughed at that 2 inch long point of skin dangling off the
end. It didn’t occur to him that they were just jealous his willy was
bigger than theirs and were looking for any excuse to mock it. Apart
from his mum, no girl had ever seen it and, like any mum, she had tried
to sooth his concerns by saying he was ‘special’. This was so
embarrassing to be stark naked with a full on boner in front of his pen
pal, his sister, and their mum, but Klara and Frau Brunner thought it
was beautiful and even Karl had said it was great.
“He’s not circumcised like you are Karl. The head is completely covered even though it is erect, Mama.”
“In
England, as in Germany, it is uncommon for a boy to be circumcised, but
Karl got an infection on his Schwanz when he was only two, and our
doctor said it would be best if his foreskin was removed. John’s
foreskin is certainly longer than any of your schoolfriends Klara. It
adds an air of mystery to its beauty.”
“Yes, Mama. Even Fritz’s Schwanz shows some of the head when he gets an erection.”
Klara
smiled at the red faced John as she reached out. She saw its twitching
increase as she got nearer, then her fingers drew his tight foreskin
right back so it looked like Karl’s erection, but much bigger. The feel
of her fingers was all too much for John. She felt it pulse as spurt
after spurt of his semen landed on her bare tummy and began to trickle
down.
John’s intense pleasure was overridden by his mortification, and he knew his apology was woefully inadequate.
“I’m so very sorry Klara.”
It was Karl who answered.
“Klara and her friends all know we have no control if they play with our Schwanz.”
He gave a chuckle.
“Although the girls usually have to play with it quite a bit longer before they get us boys to squirt.”
Karl got a smile and a nod from Klara. Frau Brunner smiled and nodded to her son too, then moved things on.
“Klara, would you take John into the wet room and clean yourselves up before coming down for a snack.”
“Yes, Mama.”
**********
John
was having difficulty sleeping as the night’s events played over and
over in his brain. He had wanked so many times to that Facebook picture
of the girl with long blond pigtails wearing a stunning smile, snug
t-shirt and shorts, with pink Keds on her dainty feet, and could not
believe Klara was happy to let him see her naked, and her mum didn’t
mind either. It had been so embarrassing as she undressed him,
especially when he then squirted all over such perfect beauty. On the
other hand, to shower with a naked girl was incredible, as Klara even
had him wash her. She got his beautiful Schwanz to shoot three times
and, with that huge first ejaculation, John had been completely
drained. At least there would be no chance of having to explain an
embarrassing wet dream to his pen pal’s mum in the morning. As a bonus,
he was able to have that excellent late night snack without his stiffie
waving at everyone. Her mum did give him a grin when she saw it was a
bit red and chubby, but her dad showed no signs of even noticing.
When
he first came back down with Klara after that fantastic shower, he saw
Karl was not having a good time at all as his father was so angry. John
didn’t catch everything said, but it was something to do with his
language. Karl was clearly apologising and pleading, but to no avail as
his father sat down then took off a slipper and issued his orders. Karl
snapped obediently to attention with a ‘Ja, Vater’, then laid across
his father’s lap.
Herr Brunner had looked over to Klara and
John then pointed to the floor opposite him and issued a curt ‘Stehen
sie da!’ Klara ran to where he pointed and also snapped to attention
with hands at her side and a nervous ‘Ja, Vater’. John reckoned he’d
better do the same and pronto, so they both stood rigidly at attention
and had to watch Karl get at least 20 of his father’s most powerful
whacks with that slipper. Out of the corner of his eye, John saw Klara
was shaking and surreptitiously felt for her hand. She was still
trembling as they interlocked fingers and he gave it a squeeze. Klara
was so different to an English sister who would be giggling in delight
to watch her brother get a naked spanking.
His father finally
stopped and Karl got up. Snapping back to attention, he thanked his
father with a ‘Danke, Vater’. That must have hurt as his bottom was
scarlet, but he took everything in total silence. Herr Brunner then
gave Karl a gruff ‘Komm her’ before giving him a hug to confirm he was
forgiven. John felt Klara relax, then she brought his hand up to her
lips and gave it the lightest of kisses. He got her most special smile
as she whispered ‘Danke’.
After their snack, Klara cuddled up
in her father’s lap. She giggled as he kept tickling her tummy, which
caused her to wriggle about with her legs going all over the place, so
John saw everything many times. Being fully drained, he was relieved to
have no visible reaction to those completely unobstructed views of what
girls had between their legs.
When they returned to the bedroom
Klara was a most caring sister as she got some ointment and gently
rubbed it in all over Karl’s now purple bottom. When she finished, her
brother got such a sweet goodnight kiss. John’s goodnight kiss was at
least ten Mississippis, and a kiss like that could raise the
dead. Despite being fully drained, it worked its magic on his
beautiful Schwanz, which received a sweet goodnight kiss too.
It was the wee small hours before he finally drifted off, wondering what his first full day would bring.