Finally the time came to massage the genitals. As I lifted his beautiful penis up into my hands, I remembered that handsome boy wiped-eyed and filled ...ith excitement at his new job out of college. I dreamed then of seeing what he looked like naked, and now nine weeks later, I had his cock in my hand and was massaging it and making him hard. I massaged his scrotum and testicles softly exciting them and making them churn with energy. As he shivered and shook with sexual energy, I would move. "He guided his cock back to my hole. He pushed at my ass a couple of times, then crashed his cock my ass, balls deep."Son of a bitch," I gasped. "You're a fucking stud."He said nothing, just continued to hammer at my hole."Here it cums," he panted, "herrrre it cums."He pulled my hips to his groin as he slammed into me. I felt his cock pulse and swell as he shoot his cum into my ass. He slapped the tree trunk next to my head."Mother fucker," he gasped, "I fucking needed that."He pulled his cock. She had an air about her that defied description, as if she was not entirely present. I had assumed she was the dreamy kind of girl, the sort who loves to imagine entire worlds in her own imagination. Irena and Bela lived in the apartment above mine. They were both Serbian exchange students at Oslo University. I’d only known them for a few weeks. Though they’d lived above me for the entire previous year and I had often noticed them, especially Bela, it was only recently, in a local community. The German people never saw losing as a possibility until the debacle at Stalingrad and after that they merely followed orders like a flock of geese being led to the butcher shop.Of course, there was the well-publicized assassination attempt on the Fuhrer’s life and an ineffective measure of resistance from anti-Nazi citizens that wanted to end this chapter of German history as quickly as possible.November 1942In a way, it was entirely depressing to be sitting in my hotel room in war-torn.