I was tired when I landed at Frankfurt Airport. Fortunately, I got through Immigration quickly and not long thereafter I checked into the Sheraton Airport Hotel inside the airport building.

Before going up to bed, I checked out the hotel bar. I saw a good looking American soldier and sat down next to him. We chatted along and I offered him a drink. He was on his way home after having been stationed in Germany for a year. Darn good looking guy, half Puerto Rican, muscular. About my same size, same built. I would love to be fucked by him.

“Where are you staying?” I asked him. “I’ve no place to sleep”, he answered. If that wasn’t a hint, what else would be, so I asked him whether he would like to share my room.

When I locked the door behind us, I all of a sudden felt uneasy. I had assumed that Manuel was gay but now I wasn’t so sure anymore. We stood at the window overlooking the tarmac and I put an arm around his shoulder. I felt him stiffen. “Oh God, what have I done!”

Manuel started to undress slowly, taking off his clothes except his underwear. He folded them neatly on a chair. I stripped completely naked, making Manuel quite uneasy. He was trying not to look at me, but I saw him peeking stealthily. He was about to go to bed when I ordered him to take off his T-shirt.

“Why?” he asked.

“Do what I told you”.

My tone of voice was that of an officer and I knew that a private would follow orders. I looked straight at him, adding:

“You’ve nothing to hide, have you?”

Hesitantly he took his T-shirt off, showing me his beautiful, nearly hairless, bronzed torso. Not one ounce of fat. His biceps and triceps were clearly delineated. Veins were running from his wrist all the way to his mighty chest. He must spend hours at the gym, pushing twice the amount of weights I do. I was getting a hard-on.

“Now take off your dog tag”

“Never” He looked at me daringly, and I saw in his eyes that he would not give in.

“It’s an order”

It was a battle of our minds and I was determined to win it. Slowly I stretched out my hand to receive his dog tag. He hesitated, took it off and laid it in my hand. I continued to look him straight in the eyes and hung it around my neck. I had won the battle, but not yet the war.

“Now take off your shorts”

He didn’t move. A long silence followed. He looked at me defiantly and I started to stare him down. My look told him that he better obey. I stood fully erect, my head slightly tilted backward to confirm my superiority. This was the moment the war was going to be decided. After a long while, I saw him wavering and I concentrated hard to make him surrender. At long last he turned around, bent over and stepped out of his shorts. His butt was gorgeous, but he squeezed his ass shut, to keep anything, anyone out. His defiance made me hotter by the moment.

“Now turn around!”

I had broken his will and he obeyed almost immediately. He put his hands in front of his dick but couldn’t hide his erection. I saw fear in his eyes and if there is anything that turns me on, it is fear. This guy was afraid of what would be next, and he better be: he didn’t know yet what I had in store for him.

“Hands alongside your body!”

His dick jumped up and was magnificent. I slowly walked around him, inspecting my prey. I now saw him in his entirety. The chiseled muscles of his ripped abdomen and his butts were as gorgeous as his dick. A total knock out, this guy. I’d never fucked anyone that beautiful! His uniform had hid this gorgeous body. My dick doubled in size. His eyes begged for mercy.

I felt jubilant: In no time had I subdued this warrior, even without touching him! He had completely surrendered to me and from now on he would do whatever I would want him to do. What a night this would be!

“Give me your shorts” I ordered him.

He did. I put them on and looked at myself in the mirror. A wet spot was showing on my (his) shorts and I knew that precum had started flowing: “Was it his or mine?” I wondered. One by one he handed me the remaining garments and I put them on. It totally turned me on. I felt the exhilarating touch of his rough uniform. He was staring at me, not knowing what to do, what to say. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw an American soldier looking back at me. I started to sweat. In the mirror I could see Manuel standing behind me, getting excited.

I turned around and took Manuel in my arms, brushed my rough uniform against his fully erect dick. My dick rolled back and forth over his, separated only by my uniform. My hands moved to his butts, pulling them part and towards me to increase the friction between us. He started to moan and I felt his hands on my butts. I bent over to give him a kiss, but he abruptly pulled back and screamed: “I’m not a faggot, man”.

All of a sudden I was scared shit and close to panic. I took a deep breath, got control over my fear and, as calmly as possible, asked him whether he wanted to leave or stay. To my surprise he decided to stay. He would sleep at one end of the king size bed, I at the other.

I couldn’t sleep; I was too nervous, and too confused by the conflicting messages. Manuel had obviously loved it when I’d pulled his butt apart, rolled my dick against his. So, why did he become so upset when I wanted to kiss him? I guess Manuel couldn’t sleep either as I heard him toss and turn. After an hour or so, I whispered: “You are not asleep yet, are you?”

“I was thinking of my German girlfriend. We were having sex every night, and now I won’t see her again.”

“I hope that you didn’t get her pregnant.”

“Of course not, she always wanted to be fucked from the back.”

After a long silence, he added:

“I’ve always wanted to feel what it is like to be fucked that way.”

I moved closer and caressed his back. My dick started to thicken. Manuel moved yet closer, turned on his other side and played with my now fully erect dick. My hands groped around his dick and it too was steel hard. I brushed his hard, strong, muscular body and I could feel his muscles moving. What a stud! I moved closer to kiss him but he abruptly pulled his mouth away.

“I warn you: no kissing. I’m not a faggot!” he hissed

With that he moved on his belly. Even in the semi-dark I could see and feel how beautiful his ass was. I dug my fingers deep into his butt. I massaged the lower part of his spine, now and then moving my hands under him to massage his dick. He spread his legs apart. I caressed the inside of his thighs, moving my hand up to his ass. When I touched it, he moaned. I felt him opening his ass for me. I entered a wet finger and he immediately squeezed it shut. I couldn’t move my finger without hurting him.

”Relax babe, relax.”

I entered another wet finger in and started to move it around. He started to heave.

“Oh that feels good, so good. Shove that dick of yours up my ass, now!”

I rolled over to my side to get the lube and condom, and started to put more and more KY up his ass. It was his first time, so better be safe than sorry. I was excited to fuck a virgin and I would make him long for a dick from now on till eternity.

Even though I took him gently, he grimaced from the pain I caused him.

“It hurts, isn’t it?

“Not much; go on, get it in” A real trouper, this guy, ready to charge ahead whatever the pain.

After a while he relaxed. He moaned, but now it was from the pleasure.

“Harder, fuck me deeper”

That was the moment I had hoped for. His ass was tight and fucking him was wonderful. I banged my weapon in him harder and harder. With every thrust our bodies slammed together with a bang. He cried, moaned, and groaned, exciting me even more. He electrified me so much that I felt that I would come soon.

I pulled my dick out and he cried:

“Why did you stop? I love it!”

I rolled him on his back, and entered him again. His legs were on my shoulders and I bent over to fuck him as deep as possible. His ass was off the mattress, my arms under his back, and my hands were folded over his shoulders. I pulled his shoulders towards me and my dick went in even deeper. I thought he was going mad with pleasure. Precum was flowing out of his dick. I wetted my hand with it and started to masturbate him. He moved around like a wild animal, twisting my dick in all directions. I saw his dick stiffen and he came with a vengeance, squirting his cum all around. His anus tensed and I felt cuming as well. He reacted to each and every squirt of my cum, engulfing him. He cried so hard that I was afraid that we would wake up the other hotel guests.

“So good, so good”, he heaved.

I fell in a deep sleep dreaming about Manuel. I was getting a monstrous erection and saw my dick growing out of proportion, standing erect like a flagpole. Manuel straddled over me and slowly lowered his ass over my dick. Manuel was transparent and I saw my dick moving up inside him, reaching halfway his chest.

When I woke up, I saw Manuel’s beautiful body moving up and down slowly, relishing the pleasure of my dick. He bent backwards to rub his prostrate against my dick and moaned. He went very slowly and I felt each and any irregularity in his fuck hole. My hands moved to his butt and I touched my dick. Feeling it disappear inside him excited me and my dick started to throb. I didn’t feel the condom and whispered in his ears: “My love, you forgot the condom”.

“No, I didn’t. I want to feel you as close to me as possible. I want to feel you shooting your cum inside me as deep as you can”.

I felt my dick stiffen, throbbing, exploding like a bomb. My hot cum spat in all directions into his fuckhole, coating his inside with my white creamy gel. Manuel moaned and groaned. He continued to ride me slowly. The tension in my dick became unbearable and I wrestled to free my dick. He wouldn’t let me go and seemed excited to have me fully under his control. I exploded a second time inside him. He trembled all over, fully satisfied. I was completely exhausted and fell back into a dreamless sleep.

At five he woke me up. “Again, please fuck me again. This will be the last time in my life to be fucked. Please do!”

Seeing that he was willing to do anything to get fucked again, I decided to play my trump card.

“Only if you take me first”

“Me???, take you??? Never, never ever”

“You fuck me, I’ll fuck you. That’s the name of the game, dude”

I rolled a condom over his beautiful 8 inch boner, the one I was longing for to feel it inside me.

“Go on” I ordered him.

His desire to get fucked was greater than his resistance to fuck me. Slowly he wetted his fingers with KY and started to push them in, one by one. I rolled on my back and pulled my legs up and he entered me abruptly. My dream had come true. He fucked me as if he was a horse, without regard for me, and I loved the pure animal force. He pushed my butt up and entered his steel rod completely. He slammed his dick in ferociously and each thrust shook my body. He started to heave and his mighty canon shot multiple bullets of heavy cum into me. I felt each shot ricocheting off the walls of my fuck hole. His whole body trembled and he shook feverishly. He bent over completely and kissed me with abandon. I was so surprised that at first I didn’t react but then I answered his deep kisses with even deeper, wet kisses. I knew that Manuel had now accepted his true nature.

I took him as promised and after I had come we were all but death. It was the most exhausting night ever in my life and I’m sure Manuel slept very well on his flight home.

Are you by any chance this American soldier? If so, drop me a line: I would love to hear from you. We met in 1975, or so.