Little English Boy
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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
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John was in heaven as his ferociously
tingling bottom coupled with those most incredible feelings from his
Schwanz gave him his longest and best ever orgasm. Then he opened his
eyes to see Klara and her girl cousins grinning at him and went
scarlet. Looking down, his collapsing Schwanz had a dangling string of
semen as a large white pool spread out on the grey concrete slabs
before him. Then he heard grunts from red-bottomed Fritz, as giggling
eight year old cousin Heidi copied her great great grandmother by
tightly holding back the foreskin on his twitching Schwanz. Karl was
relieved as his seven year old cousin Marlena saw his erect Schwanz had
no foreskin to pull back and just stared at it with a puzzled look.
When Fritz’s grunts finally halted, all the girls began to applaud this
wonderful show. The matriarch still held John’s Schwanz as she told
Heidi to clean up Fritz and wipe up all the cum.
“Heidi, bitte reinige Fritz’s Schwanz und dann kannst du die Spermapfützen aufwischen.”
She smiled at John.
“I’d better clean you up too.”
John
had no option but to follow his dripping Schwanz as she pulled him in
closer then drew her fingers along its length several times to extract
the last of his ejaculate. When she picked off the white blob and
popped her finger in her mouth, John received her delighted smile. She
slid that two inch point of skin right back to wipe the end so gently
with her silk handkerchief before bending down to give that purple head
a gentle kiss. She gave him another smile.
“Just like my son Johan at your age.”
John saw her look over at an elderly gentleman approaching as he held a tiny naked baby boy.
“Here comes Johan now.”
She smiled at her son and the baby, then introduced him to John.
“Johan, dies ist John Rickard, der Brieffreund von Karl aus England.”
Like his mother, Johan is fluent in English.
“I’m very pleased to meet you young man. Are you enjoying your time in our country and getting used to our ways?”
“I’m enjoying it immensely sir. Karl and Klara have been so good to me sir.”
He gave John a smile and a nod, then turned to his mother.
‘This is Johan junior mother dear. He was born last week and is the newest member of the Brunner dynasty.’
As
John looked at Johan holding the baby with his little winkle on
display, he had an odd feeling of déjà vu. The matriarch asked to hold
Franz, and as he passed him over, everyone laughed as that little
winkle sprayed all over Johan. That was when John felt like he had been
struck by a thunderbolt as he realised that embarrassing picture his
gran showed him of his great grandfather holding John as a baby was
being acted out in front of him.
Johan pulled out his phone
and snapped several pictures of the youngest and oldest family members
together, then his mother told him to take one of her seated with John
standing alongside, as she warmly held John’s hand between hers. Klara
asks her great grandfather to take a picture of just her and John.
Having become so accustomed to German culture, John never even gave it
a thought about his total lack of clothing as he faced the camera and
gave a big smile.
When they were done, Heidi and Marlena eagerly
pulled their great grandfather towards the pool for a swim. Johan gave
them a grin and began to strip off. As the girls each grabbed one of
his hands for the threesome to leap in, John was stunned to see the
elderly gentleman had a 5 inch Schwanz with a 2 inch point of skin
dangling off the end exactly like his. He turned to the matriarch, who
saw John’s shock as the truth began to dawn. She smiled at Klara.
“Would
you be so good as to take baby Johan back to your aunt Brunhilde please
Klara, and could you get me another drink. There is no need to rush
back, as I want to have a chat with your… err… ‘special’ friend.”
She might be 100 thought Klara but was still as sharp as ever to pick up on her feelings for this so cute English boy.
“Of course great great grandmother.”
As Klara walked off cooing at baby Johan, the matriarch patted the chair alongside her and gave John a smile.
“Please sit down young man. There are some things I need to explain.”
She
took a jewelled gold locket from around her neck and opened it up. He
steeled himself to look at the picture and his swirling thoughts
crystallized into certainty as he saw the picture of a couple holding
hands.
“Is that my great great granddad with you and is your son my… err.. sort of half-great granddad?”
“Yes to both questions John. Would you like to hear about your great great grandfather?”
John
was all ears as he listened to her full story of a whirlwind wartime
romance cut short by military orders to report immediately to the other
side of the world.
“If I had not been away that weekend, John
could have explained everything. I had to move away with my parents
shortly afterwards and even if he had tried to find me, the chaos in
Germany then would make it impossible. He was such a gentleman, and I
would have married him in an instant.”
She looked at John and gave a sigh.
“Perhaps what happened was all for the best.”
John felt sad, but then she gave him a big smile.
“At
100 years of age I have had a great life, and if I had married John,
you would not be here, nor would sweet Klara. I like how things turned
out as I have got to meet John’s fine great great grandson before my
time on earth expires.”
Klara came over with a tray of drinks.
“Here
we are great great grandmother. A dry sherry for you, and cokes for me
and John. Can you tell us about your time at the Berghof with your
cousin Eva and those senior nazis.”
The matriarch watched Klara
sit down next to the still naked John and hold his hand. She saw the
smile he gave Klara, totally oblivious to the swelling in his Schwanze,
and knew this cute boy was becoming used to German ways. She wondered
if the Brunners and the Rickards may yet be joined, even if she would
not be around to see it.
“I’m not sure your father would like that Klara, as he thinks that part of our history should not be mentioned.”
Klara put on her most angelic smile, then gave her a wink.
“Well, he’s not here and what the ear doesn’t hear, the heart can’t grieve about.”
The old lady grinned at Klara, then turned to John.
“When
your British Tommys marched into Munich as the war was ending, they
were always whistling a tune and singing a little ditty. If I remember
correctly the tune was called Colonel Bogey, and I think the words went
something like this.
Hitler has only got one ball,
Göring has two but very small,
Himmler is rather sim'lar,
But poor old Goebbels has no balls at all.
I hope you both don’t mind me saying that, as it was a little bit rude.”
John and Klara both laughed to hear such a song come out of the mouth of this apparently strait-laced old lady.
“Not at all gnädige Frau. I understand it was a very popular song in England during the war.”
She smiled at him.
“I’m
sorry to dispel such national stereotypes John, but from my time at the
Berghof I know the truth. Herman and Heinrich often used to swim in the
pool with me and Cousin Eva, and I can confirm they were both very well
hung, with no shortage at all in the testicular department. Hitler
never swam, but Eva told me that she didn’t see any problems in his
genital area. As for Goebbels, whilst I never saw that vile sycophant
swimming, he was a coward, so in that sense the song was correct.
Herman was such a gentleman and could be so charming. He was the last
person to call me gnädige Frau until you really made this already
special day for me John by using that most respectful old German term
for a lady.”
She saw Klara squeeze John’s hand and give his
cheek a sweet kiss. John didn’t even notice his erection as he gazed
into Klara’s eyes. The matriarch picked up her bejewelled walking stick
and continued.
“It was Adolf who gave me this cane on what turned out to be my last visit to Eva.”
She pointed to some tooth marks in the middle.
“I
put it down to give Adolf a kiss for his wonderful gift, and he laughed
so much when his beloved dog Blondi picked it up and raced round the
garden with it. We both chased after Blondi, with Adolf laughing ‘Böser
Hund’ or ‘Bad dog’ but Blondi just thought this was part of the game.
It took a while but eventually Adolf retrieved it for me. I was worried
that the delay might make me miss my train, but he had a servant ring
the station. As Adolf picked up the phone and ordered the Berlin
Express be held for me, I could hear the click of the stationmaster’s
heels over the phone as he snapped to attention and instantly replied
‘Jawohl, mein Führer’. He probably gave an automatic Nazi salute too.
Adolf smiled and said there’s no rush now, but I needed to get back so
picked up the cane, gave Blondi a pat, and said goodbye to Adolf and my
cousin. That was the final time I saw him and Eva.”
Klara and John sat enthralled as she told more stories of her times with Eva, then Frau Brunner and Karl came up.
“It’s time for us to leave Klara. Kiss your great great grandmother goodbye.”
Klara gave her cheek a kiss and said goodbye. She was pleased when John also gave her cheek a kiss.
“Thank you gnädige Frau. It has been my honour to be a part of your special day.”
She smiled and held his shoulders as he got her kiss. She moved him back for her eyes to take in the sight before her.
“I think you’d better get dressed before you leave John.”
John looked down to see he was still naked and with a full on boner too.
“Err… I’m so very sorry gnädige Frau.”
She winked at Frau Brunner and gave his cheek another kiss.
“That’s quite alright John. We all know you boys have no control over your Schwanze, especially at your age.”
She
turned him towards his untidy pile of clothes and gave his bare bottom
anything but a light smack. They all grinned at his waggling boner as
he rushed over. Klara helped tuck everything in as he quickly got
dressed. He said a final goodbye to that wonderful old lady, then held
Klara’s hand as they all left, ignoring the bulge in his shorts.
**********
When
the three kids all got back, it was time for bed. They went up and got
ready then came down for their late night snack. John noticed Klara had
kept her panties on tonight, but after that awful gaffe at the party
when he asked Klara why she was not swimming, he kept silent. Karl had
seen how things were progressing between his pen pal and his sister so
packed down straight away. He faced the wall to give them some privacy
and was soon fast asleep. John and Klara were laying on top of their
beds chatting about the evening. She’d been thinking about them both
being embarrassed when John had asked her about not wanting to swim. It
was her time of the month and German boys knew not to discuss such
matters. John had no sisters, so Klara felt a need to explain,
otherwise how would this very cute but innocent boy learn to be
discreet about a girl’s monthly affairs.
“Err… You have no sisters, do you John?”
He wondered how everyone seemed to know that.
“No I don’t Klara. Why do you ask?”
“Err… If you had sisters, you would already know what I am about to tell you regarding girls and puberty.”
He
sat and listened intently as this incredible girl explained all about
this aspect of puberty of which he was totally unaware. She concluded
by telling him the current state of her menstrual cycle, and he felt
compelled to apologise.
“I’m so truly sorry Klara, but I just didn’t know. What can I do to make up for my appalling behaviour?”
John was surprised when she giggled.
“Perhaps you need another spanking.”
She saw his instant boner at her suggestion and was surprised he had a big smile.
“You’re just like Karl when Ilse tells him he needs a spanking. You boys are weird… but I still think you’re cute.”
She hopped off the bed and gave him a big kiss, then grinned.
“Come with me you naughty little boy.”
At
her words, his brain conjured up that image of six year old Bernhard
getting spanked by Klara and he went so stiff. John could only follow
as the grinning girl led him into the wet room for his spanking. She
sat down on the toilet and tucked his rigid boner between her thighs as
she draped him over her lap. His view changed to the wet room floor
tiles with her dainty bare foot beneath him. John’s brain was living
that fantasy as he became 6 year old John. The naughty little boy’s 6
year old bare bottom received a thorough spanking from this 12 year old
girl, and his brain’s imaginings had 6 year old John’s thin legs and
tiny bare feet going everywhere as he received that well-deserved
chastisement. The effect of his spanking was anything but that of a 6
year old and Klara stopped as he began to grunt and shot his biggest
load ever to splash all over that dainty bare foot. Klara felt that
warm wetness and pulled him up.
“You’ve made a mess on my foot.”
Klara
could see John was appalled at what he’d done, but she just gave him
her smile and looked straight into his eyes as his cute nose received a
kiss. As she sat back down. John saw her lift up that cum-coated dainty
bare foot and wiggle her toes as she held it out to him.
“It needs to be cleaned.”
John
had never seen anything so exciting in his life and dropped to his
knees to hold that marred daintiness. Oblivious to it being his own
semen, he used his tongue to lick it all over. He finished off with
sucking her toes one by one until that dainty bare foot was once again
spotless. He arose to see the look of pleasure in her eyes. John pulled
Klara up and held her in his arms as they locked lips and intertwined
tongues. Klara thought the taste of his semen was so sweet, and John
was in absolute heaven. Feeling that throbbing eight incher pressing
into her, Klara reached down to uncover and cover that swollen purple
head repeatedly. John lasted barely a minute as he shot all over her
panties, tummy, and right up to her breasts. She held him tighter,
trapping his Schwanz, then wriggled to spread that warm wetness until
she felt its complete collapse. They separated and looked down.
“I think we’d better shower to clean up.”
She gave him that beautiful smile.
“You will need to remove my panties first.”
John
had already seen what was behind that silky fabric, several times
actually, but for Klara to ask him to reveal her genitalia was on a
different level. He savoured the moment as he bent down and reached for
the elastic. Inch by inch he lowered that cum-soaked fabric, slowly
revealing more of her blond pubes, then, as the top of her slit
emerged, he saw a glistening pink knob protruding. He could not resist
it as he leant in to give it a gentle kiss. He heard Klara’s purr of
pleasure, then he revealed more of her slit until he saw that gap
emerge between her legs. He thought it odd that after all he had
uncovered, it was the gap which felt the most exciting. John lowered
her panties right down to the floor and Klara lifted her leg to step
out, which separated her lower lips. That was when he saw two pieces of
string dangling from the lower puckered hole. Klara saw his puzzled
look and opened her lips further to remind him of the current state of
her menstrual cycle.
“Those are the strings of my tampon so I
can remove it easily. At this time, girls need to replace the tampon
several times daily, but it is only for a few days. You may wash all
round between my legs…”
John saw Klara touch that glistening pink knob and smile as her body gave a slight shudder.
“…especially here, but not inside my vagina at the moment.”
He
saw that flawless bum as she turned and got the shower going. She
passed him the soap as she stepped under the cascade, then Klara gave
him her special smile as she opened her legs and stretched out her arms.
“You can do me first.”
**********
As
John lay in bed that night, his mind raced over the events of the day.
Meeting Klara’s 100 year old great great grandmother, getting spanked
naked by her, that incredible orgasm as she yanked back his foreskin,
learning the truth about his great great grandfather, then all those
wonderful tales about her times with her cousin Eva Braun, Hitler and
his favourite dog Blondi, as well as Goering, Himmler and Goebbels;
names he’d only read about in history books, but she had known them all.
He
had learnt for the first time about puberty in girls from Klara, and
after their showers she had given him that practical lesson on how
girls handle their monthly cycle including removing and inserting a
tampon. He wondered how boys would cope had they needed to deal with
such things. If Jim Brown and Fred McLaughlin’s actions in school
biology lessons were anything to go by, badly probably. They had both
passed out in frog dissection class simply when their girl lab mate
made the first incision. Cleaning up after jerking off is one thing,
but dealing with your own blood every month is quite something else,
and his respect for girls increased enormously.
**********
The
rest of the trip flew by, as Klara and Karl showed him the sights of
Munich and Frau Brunner took them further afield in drives all round
southern Germany. She had arranged a three day trip to the Bavarian
Alps over the second weekend. Herr Brunner had to work on the Saturday
so it would be just her and the three kids. Klara insisted he wore
traditional German lederhosen for the trip. Karl had already got his,
so she took John into the city to get kitted out.
That shopping
trip was quite an experience as they entered a small traditional
tailor’s shop a short way from the bus station. As they sat down, Klara
told him it was custom not to wear any underwear with lederhosen. He
didn’t catch everything she told the young girl assistant and was not
completely sure why Klara giggled as she explained his particular
requirements, but he heard the word Schwanz come up a few times. The
assistant grinned at him.
“Aufstehen.”
As he stood up,
she briskly pulled his t-shirt off and removed his shorts and boxers,
then measured his waist and inside leg. Why was he not surprised when
she measured the length of his Schwanz and his foreskin too? The
assistant giggled as she reported the size of his genitalia to Klara.
“Wow, sein Schwanz ist 13 Zentimeter lang und hat 5 Zentimeter Vorhaut. Beeindruckend!”
John
grinned and nodded at the assistant as she complimented him by called
his willy impressive. Standing naked with it all swinging free, the
assistant looked him up and down.
“Ich schaue mal, ob wir ein paar lange Lederhosen auf Lager haben.”
His
German was getting better and he understood that she was going to see
if they had some long length lederhosen in stock. John caught Klara
giving the young girl a wink, and, far too quickly in his view, she
returned to tell Klara that she had looked everywhere but they only had
short ones in stock. The assistant giggled at Klara.
“Wenn Ihr englischer Freund vorsichtig ist, wären diese in Ordnung.”
He gave a tut as the assistant had just told Klara that if her English friend was careful these would be fine.
As
the assistant bent down and held them open for him to step in, an 11
year old girl and her cheery mother entered the shop. They both gave
him a big smile and said good morning.
“Guten Morgen.”
He could only join in with Klara and the assistant as they returned this cheery greeting from the girl and her mother.
“Guten Morgen.”
The
daughter stared straight at his 5 inch floppy Schwanz with that 2 inch
extension of skin as she watched the assistant pull them up, then tuck
it in before doing some rearranging. The assistant grinned at Klara as
she said she would check the fit.
“Ich prüfe einfach die Passform.”
She
knelt down and put her hand right up the shorts, and he gave a squeak
as she ‘checked the fit’. Finally satisfied everything was just about
covered by the bottom of the short lederhosen, she had John walk up and
down to try them out. Every time he walked past the 11 year old girl,
she gave him a smile. He was a bit worried.
“They are chafing in some very sensitive places Klara.”
As Klara translated for the assistant, he heard her dismiss his concerns.
“Sie werden mit der Abnutzung hochrutschen.”
Klara explained that the assistant said they would ride up with wear, but he was not sure that would help.
The
other assistant came back with some lederhosen for the 11 year old girl
to try. She was unconcerned as her mum pulled her dress over her head
and skimmed her panties down and off. Her mother saw the plain ones the
assistant had chosen and was not satisfied so sent her off to fetch
some with pretty embroidered flowers on the front. Her daughter just
folded her arms under her nascent breast buds and gave John a shrug and
a sympathetic smile as she stood patiently with her legs apart. ‘Oh no,
please not that’ thought John as the sight of this naked prepubescent
girl with small cones and a slightly hairy slit had its effect. The
girl gave him a grin as she watched his foreskin and expanding Schwanz
begin its descent out of the bottom of his short lederhosen and soon
his thick eight incher had completely escaped the confines of the
leather to stand proud with his scrotum and testicles dangling below.
The mother gave him a smile as she turned to her daughter.
“Das passiert Jungen, da sie keine Kontrolle über ihren Schwanz haben.”
He
had become very familiar with the German for ‘That happens to boys as
they have no control over their Schwanz’, but it was no easier for him
as the girl and both assistants grinned as they studied his impressive
pulsing appendage and well-filled scrotum. Klara gave him a smile as
she helped the assistant gently extricate his Schwanz and scrotum from
the tight lederhosen. When they were eventually able to pull them down,
there was a loud slap as it smacked his tummy, leaving him standing
naked with his throbbing boner and balls on full display, Klara smiled
at the assistant as she handed her the lederhosen and said they’ll be
fine.
“Diese werden in Ordnung sein.”
Klara held his
boxers open for John to step in. The girl smiled at him as Klara
struggled to tuck his erect Schwanz in. Finally satisfied it was mostly
covered, Klara slid up his shorts and pulled his t-shirt on. He was
relieved to be covered at last, even if the bulge was so prominent.
Picking up his new lederhosen, they walked past the still naked girl.
She smiled and reached out to give that bulge a squeeze, then she
turned at Klara.
“Sein Schwanz ist enorm.”
Klara grinned and patted the bulge as she agreed.
“Ja ist es.”
Klara winked at her mother before propelling John out the door. When she got him outside, he received a big kiss.
“You’re getting used to our culture, as you didn’t flinch when the assistant got you naked, or when that girl entered.”
She giggled.
“That was so funny when you squeaked as the assistant checked the fit.”
She saw him raise his eyes to heaven and tut as he muttered ‘girls’.
“All I will say is that she had a very odd way of checking my fit. Was that all your doing?”
Klara
gave him a self-satisfied grin and ignored his question, then diverted
his attention with a bigger kiss. As her tongue entered, John had
already guessed the truth and was more than happy to accept her kiss in
lieu of an answer.
**********
At the hotel, Frau Brunner
had booked a family room for the four of them. As they all got ready
for bed that evening, she saw John give her body a brief appraisal but
was pleased he had no reaction. She had an idea and smiled at the three
naked kids.
“It is one of a mother’s pleasures to use her hands
to get her young children clean, but I haven’t had that joy for several
years. You kids are getting older now, but you wouldn’t deny me that
pleasure one last time?”
Karl and Klara gave their mum a smile.
“Of course not mama.”
Frau
Brunner looked over at John. Ever since he was seven, he’d been bathing
himself, but it had been fantastic to experience Klara’s hands getting
him clean. He was now fully into German culture and it had been
surprising to him that the pleasure was equally great over the last few
nights, where Klara washed everything and then he washed her, but he
never got an erection, let alone squirted. Not that he was averse to
having fun in the shower if Klara wanted to, but he was also happy if
it was just the simple act of two friends helping each other to wash in
the shower.
“It has been over six years since my mother washed
me, but you have all been so kind to me on this trip, so I’m good for
you to wash me tonight Frau Brunner.”
Frau Brunner smiled and ushered them into the bathroom, She saw the shower area was not very large.
“It’s a bit cramped in here, so I’ll have to wash you one at a time. You first Karl.”
As
she started to wash her son, Klara had John sit down on the toilet,
then she sat down in his lap. She pulled his floppy Schwanz up between
her legs and pressed it against her warmth, then closed her legs to
trap it. She grinned as she turned round to lock on his lips. He felt
his face colouring up and whispered.
“Your mother’s right here Klara. We can’t possibly do this in front of her.”
In
response, she just sucked harder, then she began to move her hips up
and down on his trapped Schwanz. Klara obviously wanted to have fun
tonight! Her mum gave John a smile as she saw his growing Schwanz, and
he went scarlet. He was not sure he was going to last as Klara
alternately sped up the movement in her hips and then slowed down.
Klara pressed her lips harder and wrestled with his tongue. She heard a
series of grunts, but it was not from John. Things were going just as
she had discussed with her mother, as Karl’s shower ended with his
Schwanz being milked. Klara got up for her shower while Karl dried
himself off. It was so exciting for John to watch Klara being washed by
her mother, then he noticed her close her eyes and lean back into Frau
Brunner with her legs apart, exposing that glistening pink knob. He
could hardly believe it as her mother began to stroke that knob so
gently. He saw Klara jerk as two fingers pressed down and slid in to
wash her daughter’s vagina. Klara began to emit regular gentle squeaks
in time with her mother’s fingers, then he saw her body shake as she
shrieked and almost fell, but those fingers held up. Klara turned and
gave her mother such a sweet kiss. He barely heard her whisper.
“Danke mama.”
As Klara picked up the towel, she looked over and saw his leaking boner. Frau Brunner held out her hand.
“Your turn now John.”
She
eased him under the spray and he decided to just go with the flow. He
closed his eyes as her soapy fingers caressed his skin. It was so
soothing as she washed his back, then slid her fingers between his
cheeks and pressed in. It was electric as she stroked his bump. Then
she drew him in close and felt her warm breasts press into his back. He
was in heaven as her hands slid over his chest and tweaked his nipples,
then she slid a hand down to gently massage his scrotum and its
contents, deliberately avoiding touching his penis. Klara had never
seen it get so rigid as John’s purple head swelled and pushed right out
of his foreskin. Frau Brunner grinned at her daughter as she gave her
this lesson on how to stimulate a boy. Klara was taking everything in
as she watched it all unfold. John began to breathe so rapidly and she
saw him thrust forward to try and increase his pleasure but with no
hand around it, his boner just waved in the air. Klara saw her mum’s
other hand reach behind him and rub between his cheeks all around his
anus, then she shoved a finger in hard to strum across his prostate.
Klara heard John’s cry of ecstasy as she watched white fountains of his
semen keep shooting up in the air. When the boy had finished, Frau
Brunner lightly kissed his cheek and they both heard a quiet ‘Danke
mama’.
John was still in a world of ecstasy as she beckoned to
her daughter to take over and then shooed Karl out to leave them alone.
When his brain finally came back online, Klara was washing his floppy
Schwanz.
“Did you like that John?”
He had been certain her mother had been wanking him, but surely, mothers just don’t do that.
“Where’s your mother gone?”
Klara waved her arm around the room and replied as her mum told her to.
“But John, we’re all alone.”
“Your mother was here. I saw her washing between your legs.”
She giggled.
“Oh John, that must be one of your fantasies. I hope you have it again as your fingers were incredible down there.”
“But it was your mother. She jerked me off too.”
She giggled again as she continued with the story her mother suggested.
“You
can see that it’s just you and me here John. Are you sure you’re not
having a mother fixation. You said ‘Danke mama’ to me when I finished
you off.”
Klara walked towards the door.
“Perhaps you would prefer me to get her in so she can get your Schwanz to shoot too?”
He
was alone with Klara, so perhaps it was one of his fantasies. The one
he had about playing a six year old as his bottom got roasted by Klara
had been great. As she reached for the handle, he rushed over and put
his hand on it.
“Err… Please don’t Klara… err… You were fantastic… err… Where did you learn to do that?”
She gave that cute nose a kiss.
“Just a little something I picked up. Let’s get you dried off, then it’s bedtime.”
**********
As
John and Klara came out, he saw Karl was asleep and her mother was
sitting up in bed reading. This being Germany, he ignored her breasts.
She replaced the bookmark, put the book down, then looked up and smiled
at them.
“I hope you two are all clean now. I’ve got through three chapters tonight, so it’s time to pack down.”
She
has clearly been here reading he thought, so it must all have been a
fantasy. He went over and kissed her cheek, just like he did to his
mother back home, although in England he would never be stark naked in
front of his mum.
“Goodnight mama… err… Frau Brunner.”
She pulled him in and lightly kissed his cheek.
“While you are here in Germany, it’ll be fine to call me mama. Goodnight my English son.”
He smiled at his German mum.
“Goodnight mama.”
It felt perfect to call her mama, then he turned to Klara and chastely kissed her lips.
“I love you so much Klara.”
He could not believe he had just said that. The ecstatic kiss he received was anything but chaste. Finally she separated.
“I love you too John.”
Frau
Brunner smiled as the two naked young lovers held hands to the very
last moment before kissing each other goodnight and hopping into their
own beds. Satisfied with her evening’s work, she switched off the light.
**********
In
the morning, John was yawning as he saw Frau Brunner and Karl were
already up and dressed. Klara had just got up and was having a big
stretch. She pulled the sleepy head out of bed so they could have their
shower. After turning it on, she giggled as she pushed him in the
stream. John gave a shriek, as the water hit his warm naked body.
“That sure woke you up John. Water here is straight off the snow covered peaks.”
Now
wide awake, he grinned as he grabbed Klara and pulled her right under
that freezing water too. Klara’s shriek was silenced by his kiss. They
were soon used to the cold as Klara began to wash him. After he washed
her, they dried each other off, then brushed their teeth and went to
get dressed.
Klara took out a t-shirt and put it on him, then his new lederhosen. As she tucked his Schwanz in, she giggled.
“You’ve got quite a bit of shrinkage John.”
“I’m not surprised. Don’t they have warm water up here in the Bavarian Alps?”
When
Klara was dressed in her t-shirt and well-worn lederhosen, without
panties of course, as was the custom, they all went down for breakfast.
That was soon finished, and Frau Brunner suggested a trip on the ski
lift up to the high pastures. She said that as it was summer there will
be no snow, but the scenery is so beautiful and the alpine meadows have
some very pretty flowers. There were also some great walks once you got
up there.
John’s pristine leather squeaked as they walked to the
lift. They were also beginning to feel a bit tight and his bits were
getting chafed by the stiff leather seams. Getting to the lift station,
each gondola held two people easily, but not four, so Klara and John
hopped on the first to arrive, with Karl and Frau Brunner in the one
behind. They were soon soaring way above the flower strewn fields
below, but John was now feeling very uncomfortable.
“How do boys
get used to these lederhosen Klara, especially wearing no underpants.
They are chafing my balls something rotten. Got any ideas?”
She grinned.
“Just take them off. It takes fifteen minutes to get to the terminus, and no one will see you up here.”
Looking
all around he saw no one visible on the slopes below, and the high
backs to the gondola chairs protected him from being seen by other
users of the lift. He decided Klara was right, and he would get at
least ten minutes of the cool Alpine air circulating around his vitals
before having to put them back on. It was quite breezy up there, and he
gave a sigh of relief as they came off. He passed them over to Klara,
but the car jerked as it went over the next pylon. He lost the grip on
his lederhosen and they began to fall. Klara grabbed the strap just in
time. She giggled.
“That was lucky or you might have been giving the local girls quite a treat walking about with just a t-shirt on.”
She decided it was best to sit on them for security, while John spread his legs to let the cooling air soothe the chafing.
“Aaaah! That is so much better Klara.”
Klara
gave John’s cheek a light kiss, then she rested her head on his
shoulder. He put his arm around her as they both admired the stunning
scenery sliding below them. She casually placed her hand on the top of
his thigh, occasionally sliding it across to gently cup his balls and
ease the chafing. He was enjoying her caresses and soon felt it go
stiff but was happy to just leave it at that. With the gentle swaying
of the car they began to nod off. The car suddenly jerked to a halt as
a voice barked out.
“Terminus, alle müssen aussteigen.”
They
awoke to see a man beckoning them out so their chair could return to
the start. Klara looked down and went red when she saw she was holding
his 8 incher. The man gave her a wink and a grin as he ordered them out
and quickly.
“Raus! Schnell!”
There was no time to put
them on, so Klara grabbed his lederhosen with one hand as her much
warmer hand pulled a half asleep John off the chair. He found himself
on the platform as Karl and Frau Brunner stepped off the following
chair. The chair lift attendant gave John a sly grin.
“Du glücklicher Hund.”
John
was puzzled to be called a lucky dog, then he felt a chill breeze down
below. Looking down he was horrified to see not only was he in just a
t-shirt, but his throbbing boner was sticking right out and it was
leaking too. He grabbed his lederhosen off Klara and rushed to get
covered up. More haste, less speed will always be the outcome, and as
he put one leg in and wrestled with the other, he toppled over to land
alongside a cheery lady and her grinning 11 year old daughter in
lederhosen with pretty embroidered flowers on the front.
“Mama. Es ist der Junge in der Schneiderei mit dem enorm Schwanz.”
She recognised him as the boy in the tailor’s shop. Her mother smiled as she greeted him.
“Guten Morgen.”
She
reached down to help him up. Laying on the floor with one leg in his
lederhosen, the other one out, and his throbbing leaking Schwanz fully
out, he had little option but to accept her offer of assistance. One
hand clutched his flapping lederhosen, pulling it across in a futile
attempt to cover up his erection, and the other grabbed her extended
hand as he stumbled up.
“Err… Danke.”
The cheery lady smiled at Frau Brunner then looked at the red-faced boy and gave a loud tut.
“Junge!”
Then her daughter giggled at his German mother.
“Sie haben keine Kontrolle über ihren Schwanz.”
John
received yet more assistance. The young girl grabbed his lederhosen,
smartly whipped them down and off, then held them out for him to step
back in. If he was ever to get covered, he could only comply. She got
them up, then had even more of a struggle than Klara had in the
tailor’s shop, as these were new lederhosen and not his normal shorts.
Finally, she managed to cram his erect Schwanz all in. Grinning at her
success, she gave the prominent bulge a pat.
Frau Brunner smiled at the young girl, then grinned at her scarlet-faced English son.
“Thank this nice young lady for helping you John.”
“Err… Danke.”
John thought he detected the girl had a bit of a smirk, as she told him it was my pleasure to help.
“Es war mir eine Freude zu helfen.”
Eventually,
they managed to get out of the terminus and were all strolling along a
footpath beside a tumbling mountain stream. They came to a section of
the stream where it widened out to form a crystal clear pool. John was
still suffering from severe chafing and whispered to Klara.
“This is agony Klara. My balls are on fire.”
She called out to her mum.
“John’s lederhosen are giving him severe chafing mama. Can we stop here a while?”
She smiled at her English son.
“Is it your testicles dear? Get your lederhosen off and I can massage them for you.”
He
wasn’t sure about that, especially since Klara had said he must have a
mother fixation after imagining being jerked off by her. Who knows what
might happen if her mum really did massage his balls. He had a pretty
good idea though!
“No thanks… err… mama.”
She was happy he was calling her mama, even as an afterthought. John had another plan.
“Err… I could sit in the stream mama so the cool water soothed them.”
That’s better, she thought, but she had a concern.
“I think it might be best dear if you took the lederhosen off before getting in the water.”
It
was too late, as John was already fully immersed in the stream and
giving out a relieved sigh. She shrugged and sat on the bank as Karl
and Klara stripped off to join him. As Karl dived in, Klara straddled
John’s recumbent figure and grinned down at him.
“Is that better?”
He
looked up to see that now familiar view between her legs and was not
surprised to feel a familiar response from inside his lederhosen. He
gave her a smile.
“You have no idea the relief this cold water is giving me Klara.”
As
he spoke, Klara saw his hand, almost subconsciously, reach into his
lederhosen to carry out some rearrangement. She smiled, as she knew
boys were doing that all the time, and it’s quite normal. She blew him
a kiss and dived in after Karl. John eventually got up and was swimming
with them for quite a while before Frau Brunner called them out to dry
off on the bank before they headed back to the chair lift and down to
the hotel. John was very happy to have Klara’s warm body alongside and
cuddling him as he dried off, especially when she would occasionally
reach up and give him a kiss. She noticed his hand becoming more and
more frantic in its rearranging.
“Are you OK John? You seem to be fidgeting rather a lot.”
“Err… I’m not sure what’s happening, but my lederhosen seems to be getting tighter.”
Frau Brunner looked over.
“I
did tell you to take them off before getting in the water. Leather
shrinks as it dries out. You’d better slip them off dear before they
get too tight and we have to cut them off.”
She gave out a chuckle.
“Do
you remember when that happened to you Karl. You would have been five
then. You went swimming in the lederhosen your gran had just bought for
you. Gran could not get them off so she had to fetch a pair of
scissors. You were walking round Berlin all afternoon with your little
winkle on display.”
Karl laughed.
“I remember it well. It was such a hot day, but I felt so cool with my little Schwanz waving in the breeze.”
Klara was looking concerned as John was really struggling but to no effect.
“They won’t come off Klara.”
“Do you have any scissors with you mama?”
“No dear. Are they still wet John. Hang on, I’ll just check.”
Without
further ado, she thrust her hand in his lederhosen and had a good feel
around. John was worried about his mother fixation as her fingers ran
all over his Schwanz. Klara had to be right he thought as he felt it go
rigid.
“The leather is still damp dear, as is your Schwanz. If
we hurry we might get back to the terminal and find some scissors
before it gets too tight. They’re bound to have some there.”
With
his eight incher getting squeezed more and more by the second he
thought it too tight already as they all briskly set off. He finally
made it, but his heart sunk when he saw all the shops were shut, and it
was now excruciating. Frau Brunner looked round and spotted that cheery
lady with her daughter in that lederhosen with such pretty embroidered
flowers. John saw her dash over and chat with them. They all came back,
with the 11 year old proudly brandishing a small pair of scissors.
“This
is Gretel dear. Her mother had these scissors in her bag but had left
her glasses behind. Gretel has kindly offered to cut them off for you.”
“Err… I think… err… that I can cut them off… err… for myself.”
“Nonsense dear, Gretel’s already got the scissors and won’t take a second.”
John
was sweating to see those scissors come closer, but the pain was
unbearable as his genitalia were being squeezed mercilessly. Gretel
felt all over the front of his lederhosen, which did not help, and
lightly gripped his balls. She smiled up at him.
“Ich überprüfe nur, wo alles ist, damit ich nicht versehentlich etwas abschneide.”
Klara helpfully translated.
“Gretel said that she’s just checking where everything is, so she doesn't accidentally cut anything off.”
Klara giggled.
“She can probably do you a neat circumcision if you wish John. You’ve got enough foreskin to spare.”
John
didn’t think that at all funny as he saw Gretel plunge the scissors
into the leather. He nearly passed out as he saw how close she was to
his crown jewels and decided he could not watch. She was very adept
with those scissors and soon cut through the left leg, then attacked
the right leg, before pulling those shredded lederhosen through his
legs. John felt the sudden release of crushing pressure and his ordeal
was over. Opening his eyes, he saw Gretel holding his erection and
studying it closely. She lifted his scrotum and checked all over.
Releasing them, she gave her opinion.
“Alles ist OK.”
Klara
gave Gretel a hug and a kiss as she confirmed everything was OK. John
was relieved too as the pain had all vanished. He grabbed Gretel and
gave her the biggest hug and then a kiss.
“Danke. Danke. Danke. Danke. Danke Gretel.”
He
didn’t catch the typically distorted announcement that always came over
any public speaker system. Frau Brunner had decoded what had been said.
“They
are closing the chair lift shortly and have ordered that it will be
three to a gondola in order to get the maximum number off the high
pastures before closedown.”
Before he knew what was happening,
Gretel and her mother had grabbed his hands as he found himself
squeezed between them on a gondola as Frau Brunner and the twins waved
and caught the one behind. Gretel grinned at him as he felt her hand
stroking the top of his thigh and occasionally sliding it across to rub
his balls, but not so gently as Klara. He was sure her mother had to
have seen what her daughter was doing, but he just got a cheery smile.
They had only been descending for a minute or two when Gretel moved her
hand to grip his 8 incher. He never saw what her other hand was
holding. Her mother looked down, then gave John that smile and patted
his thigh.
He started to get worried as the young girl’s hand
moved up and down and he felt that unstoppable slide into the
inevitable begin to develop in his groin. John calculated there had to
be at least 10 minutes to the bottom and was not sure he could last.
Her mother still had that same unchanging smile as her daughter’s hand
continued its actions.
Gretel had been with her sister Hannah
when she did this to her boyfriend Klaus but had never done it to a boy
herself. She had to agree with her sister that it was fun. Gretel had
been told all the things to look out for to confirm the boy was close,
and then a girl should speed up until he squirts, when she should yank
the skin right back hard since boys really like that. Gretel ticked off
the signs one by one, then John felt her grip tighten as she slipped
into top gear. Her mother gave him that same impassive smile as he
emitted an enormous grunt when Gretel yanked his long foreskin right
back. He looked down to see the girl was aiming his Schwanz forward as
enormous squirt after enormous squirt broke up into little droplets and
descended into the valley. His pleasure blocked out all thoughts of the
effect on anyone walking underneath, so was unaware there was an
Englishman far below who had just unfurled his umbrella and turned to
his wife ‘See dear, you can’t trust these foreign weathermen. I told
you it was going to rain’. Gretel thought this was wonderful as she
held that enormous throbbing and squirting Schwanze, so much bigger
than Klaus. Finally John’s grunting stopped and she slipped her phone
back in her lederhosen. She couldn’t wait to show the video to Hannah.
Her mother turned to Gretel and repeated that German phrase so familiar
to John.
“Das passiert Jungen, da sie keine Kontrolle über ihren Schwanz haben.”
Gretel
gave him a grin as she pulled right along his collapsing Schwanz and
long foreskin. He saw a large white drop emerge from the end of that
flattened roll of skin, which she picked off with her finger and popped
in her mouth.
“Gut.”
Her mother rummaged in her huge bag, then passed over two wet wipes and told her daughter to clean the boy up.
“Du solltest den Jungen besser sauber machen.”
Gretel
opened up a packet and unfolded the soaked lemon fragranced tissue
inside. She yanked his foreskin right back to reveal his glistening
purple head covered in the white remnants of that recent ejaculation.
She diligently worked the wet wipe all over that deflated head and
along the damp skin, then screwed up the tissue and slid it back in the
packet. Opening the second one, she gave his Schwanz a good clean, then
bent down to have a sniff.
“Mama, sein Schwanz riecht jetzt nach Zitrone.”
John
had smelt the strong scent as she cleaned him up, so was not surprised
when Gretel told her mother it smelt of lemons. He was taken aback when
she gave his purple head a big kiss before covering it with his long
foreskin. Finally satisfied, Gretel grinned at John as she placed it
neatly between his legs and gave it a pat.
“Perfekt.”
The
bottom station was fast approaching. The lady attendant gave him a grin
as she helped them off the gondola. Frau Brunner and the twins were
only seconds behind. Klara wondered why John went red as she sniffed
the air.
“Can anyone smell lemons?”
After thanking Gretel
and her mother, Frau Brunner whisked them all back to the hotel. John
was all too well aware of his situation, not least as almost every girl
who went past giggled. He was fine with German culture, but it did
become a bit tiresome after the first half dozen. Two girls his age
walked by and smiled at him. Klara grinned at them and held his hand
tighter as they heard the blond say to her friend ‘Sein Schwanz ist
enorm’. Finally, he was in the privacy of the family bedroom. Frau
Brunner turned to her English son and smiled.
“Did you bring a spare pair of shorts?”
Being under German culture, he saw the implications of her question for the next two days here in Bavaria.
“Err… No mama.”
“OK.
Will you three kids get ready for bed while I go to the 24 hour
supermarket just down the road and see if I can get John a pair.”
**********
Getting
back, she saw they were ready for bed. Karl had plugged his console
into the TV and was on his bed having his usual battle with the aliens.
His sister and John were on her bed facing each other Indian style as
they played cards.
“These are for you John. I got you some boxers too as you won’t have needed any underwear with lederhosen.”
He
hopped off Klara’s bed to see they were his favourite Adidas shorts and
the boxers were Calvin Klein. He put them on to check and they both
fitted perfectly. Slipping them off, his German mum got a hug and a
kiss.
“Thanks mama, they’re perfect. I’m into German culture now, but all those giggling girls were wearing a bit thin.”
He grinned at his German mum as she gave his bare bottom a light motherly smack to announce it was bedtime.
“OK kids. Hop into bed now as it’s getting late.”
Karl
shut down his console and slid under the covers. Klara got a hug and a
big kiss from John as he bade her good night before slipping into his
own bed.
**********
John enjoyed the next two days. He
even got used to the freezing cold morning shower, since Klara was
there beside him. All too soon they were on their way back. As they
entered, Herr Brunner had a sad face. John and Klara were shocked to
hear her great great grandmother had died while they were away. Klara
burst into tears, but John managed to hold it together. When they got
to their bedroom however, his floodgates opened too. He hugged Klara
and they cried in each other’s arms. Eventually they stopped and both
had a sniff. Klara got a tissue and dabbed John’s red eyes, then he did
hers. He gave her a joyless smile.
“I think we’d both better get freshened up.”
She
squeezed his hand and led him into the wet room. A short while later
they went down, their eyes still a bit red. No one was going to say
anything about their understandable emotions. Herr Brunner gave out the
sad date.
“The funeral service is this Friday morning.”
As tears started to form in John’s eyes, Klara squeezed his hand. His voice barely hid his emotions.
“I’m going to miss it, as I have to get back on Wednesday. She was such a wonderful lady.”
Herr Brunner understood.
“I’ll email your mother right away and see if we can sort something out.”
Later
that evening he came into the living room to see Klara and John were
subdued as they talked about her great great grandmother and consoled
each other on the sofa.
“I’ve had an email back from your mother. She’s OK for you to come back with me next Wednesday.”
He waved two pieces of paper.
“I was able to change our air tickets online.”
John
was so excited. Herr Brunner was surprised, to say the least, when the
boy leapt up with an excited scream then jumped right into his arms and
gave him the biggest hug and a kiss.
“Danke. Danke. Danke. Danke. Danke Vati.”
John suddenly realised he had just called him daddy and immediately went red and let go.
“I’m so sorry sir. I don’t know what came over me sir.”
Herr Brunner smiled at John calling him daddy in his excitement and ruffled the hair of his ‘English son’.
“That’s alright John. I understand.”
**********
It
was a sad occasion, but John was glad to be there to pay his last
respects to this remarkable lady who had known and loved his great
great granddad at the end of the war. Having Klara holding his hand
throughout the service had helped him get through it, especially when
she surreptitiously passed him a tissue as his emotions overcame him.
John and Klara were standing red-eyed outside the church when Johan
came over and handed John a locket and a cane.
“It was my mother’s last request that I give these to you.”
As
John opened the locket, Klara saw the effect it had and slipped him
another tissue. He picked up the cane which had once been held by Adolf
Hitler. Klara squeezed his hand as he stroked along it and felt
Blondi’s tooth marks.
“Your mother was a remarkable lady, a true gnädige frau whose like we will never see again.”
The
matriarch had another request, as Johan passed over a large framed
picture taken on her hundredth birthday party at Klara’s uncle Herman’s
house. It was of John alongside the matriarch as she held his hand.
“My mother wanted you to have this as a reminder of her most wonderful day with you.”
He held up the second one taken only a minute or so later of a smiling John and Klara clasping hands together.
“This was the picture she was holding as she slipped away. She so wanted you to have it.”
John
desperately hoped no one would mention the glaringly obvious issue that
he was standing smiling at the camera with everything swinging free.
This being Germany, no one did of course. He especially loved the one
of just him and Klara, but he didn’t want anyone seeing either of these
pictures back in the UK. How could he explain to his mum as to why he
is smiling at being stark naked alongside a fully clothed old lady and
why he is naked as he holds the hand of a fully dressed girl his own
age. He thought it would be best if he left them with Klara for her
bedroom.
As he shook Johan’s hand and said goodbye, the old man smiled and let John know some more good news.
“I
was sure your mother would love to see how her son is enjoying himself
in Germany. Klara’s father let me have her email address, and I have
just sent her a copy of these two charming pictures. I just know she’ll
be so thrilled.”