Memory #1 – Part Two
I’d put my retreating penis away as I stood helplessly apologizing to this stranger. He finally seemed fully recovered and asked, “Can I see it again? I want to look at it.” I was feeling about as un-horny as I ever got at that moment, with the teenage post-orgasm guilt and shame lingering and the near medical emergency boner-killer weighing heavily. But hey! He wanted to scrutinize a circumcised cock up close, and I was kind of proud to give that to him.
I pulled my penis back out, but it had shrunk to a worm! I opened my fly all the way and pulled my jeans and underwear down just a little, so he could see my scrotum if he wanted to. I figured childishly that it was show-and-tell time, why not? He went all vacant and gooey again, looking very closely at my penis, and feeling the scar tissue on my ruffled circumcision collar with his fingertips. He had both hands and arms through the hole now, like they grew out from his neck. He held my squishy soft penis while babbling something in German. I’m sure it was filthy dirty thoughts!
Then he managed to get both hands behind me, clutching my ass and pulling me toward his face, aggressively! I worried for a second about my wallet, something they teach you to watch out for everywhere in Europe. But it wasn’t my wallet he wanted. He sucked my growing worm into his mouth, resuscitating it back to life while he dug his fingertips into the crack of my ass, digging right into my anus. He could not have been clearer about what he wanted.
He pulled his hands back to my hips and then tugged down hard on both waistbands. He got my jeans and underwear down to the middle of my thighs. I mumbled, “Wait! No! Wait!” That was all the resistance I could put up at that moment. I don’t know why. Because he was much older? And I was without much agency? Or maybe because I owed him for a blow job, and for choking him? It didn’t matter, I did no more to stop him and he didn’t stop! He pulled my ass cheeks apart so hard I thought he might tear some skin.
Then he began feeling the tiny button of my anus with one of his index fingers. He touched it, he dragged his fingerprint across it. He pushed at it gently like a doorbell, poking at it. Then he plunged his finger inside me dry! It stung like hell and I yelped, but I didn’t fight him or resist. That acquiescence might have been due to his suckling and pumping my cock so wonderfully! How could this man be so gruff and aggressive to my butthole, but make my penis feel like it was in heaven?
He pulled me hard toward his booth, his head and arms were mostly back in his own booth once again and taking my cock and scrotum with him. I stood there with my back arched and pushing my whole front against the connecting wall to his booth, but my genitals and lower abdomen were fully through the hole into his booth. He kept mouth fucking me brilliantly, while his hands roughly kneaded my ass.
Then he moved his hands to my waist, holding me in place in a way that intended not to let me go. He slurped his talented mouth off my cock and said, “I want to lick your ass! Please!” As he begged me, he pushed hard on my right hip, while he pulled even harder on my left, trying to turn me around so my ass would be hanging through the hole into his booth.
“No!…not yet!” I stumbled. I don’t know why I said that, or what I meant? I was just panic-stalling. Something very aggressive about his nature had revealed itself, and my most primitive instincts were yelling at me, “He’s going to rape you!” His strength and his grip on my waist at that moment made me certain that if he got my ass turned around and inside his booth, he’d be able to hold me there as long as he wanted to.
Now I had experienced most every kind of gay sex in my youth, and I had nothing against anal sex. It was already a point of pride to me to be able to give it to boys who wanted it. But I had long since learned that forced or aggressive anal penetration can lead to stitches! And how would I explain that to my provincial parents?
My fight-or-flight senses thought fast! I said “OK!” and began rotating like I was letting him turn me around. My feigned compliance worked! He loosened his grip on my waist and I dashed for the door, with my naked penis and bottom out in the open, my jeans at my thighs. I scrambled to pull them up, but I didn’t care who saw. This was an emergency. Now I felt the delayed sting of his fingernail scratches on my waist. He had tried clawing at me to stop my escape.
I stumbled and fumbled with my jeans and underwear, while trying to continue moving, walking fast in any direction. Just away from the booth! I almost plowed right into an older couple, a man and a women. [Women came here, too?! “Entschuldigan! Entschuldigan zie bitte!” I apologized. They were much older, my parents’ age at least.
They could see I was panicked, and the man said, “Was ist los Mensch?” I knew that means “What’s wrong?” but I froze. I couldn’t seem to access any new German vocabulary.
“Oh, God!” I said out loud.
“You are American?” asked the gentlemen.
“Hast due ihren Schwanz gesehen?” asked the woman. I knew that meant something like “Didn’t you see his penis?” Then she added in English, “Of course he’s American, Verny!”
“Come with us!” invited the man, cheerfully.
“We’ll protect you mein liebschen,” said the woman. “You are a beautiful boy! And you are too young to be in here all alone. Carl let you in here all alone?” She made a “Tsk tsk tsk” judgement with her tongue. “There are fun people here on Saturdays, but there are always a few…not so nice! Do you understand what this place is?”
“I do now!” I blurted finally able to speak. “I wanted to know what this place was.”
“Do you like boys?” she asked provocatively.
“I like boys…and girls,” I told her a little pleadingly.
“Ahhh!” said the man with a bright shiny smile!
“Mmmmm” said the woman at the very same time.
“Why don’t you stay with us,” suggested the man. “You can watch what we do and see what happens here. Maybe we have fun too?” I smiled and nodded to them both.
The woman gently took my hand in hers, and the gentleman placed his hand kindly on my shoulder, and together they guided me through the forest of alphabet blocks to where I would learn was their usual place.
They were Werner [Verner] and Karin [Kahrin], an early 50’s married couple who lived in the city. They were swingers, both bisexual, and they dabbled in making 8mm home-porn movies. [That last factoid was shared with me for future possibilities, I’m sure.] They came here to this Dr. Mueller’s location often, on Saturdays, at noon, for the peak of the weekend crowd.
They led me to a row of 3 connecting blocks and we all filed into the center booth, booth #8. The holes between the booths were huge! A person could actually step through into the adjoining booth with a little effort. Werner left the booth for a moment without explanation and then popped his head through the hole of one of the connecting booths.
“Just borrowing extra chairs,” he said smiling. When he returned the second time with the second borrowed chair, he said, “Sometimes we both get busy…separately, on both sides, so it’s nice to have 2 chairs. This time I borrow 3, so you relax and watch…if that suits you?”
“You see,” Karin began. “We like the middle booth so we are always busy! We might both get busy on one side, together, while the man on the other side watches. Sometimes we get busy separately, like Werner said. Sometimes we just put on a show for the men on both sides to watch. Sometimes we invite one to climb into our booth with us! But not today! Today you are the guest.”
Werner looked at his watch and said something to Karin very fast, in German, which I missed completely. Immediately they both began undressing and hanging their clothes on metal hooks that had been installed all around the booth. That was the first moment I’d even noticed the hooks all around the booth.
“You don’t have to take your clothes off if you’re not comfortable,” said Karin. But I wanted to take my clothes off! I wanted to be naked! And I wanted my stiff little circumcised penis to be out in the open for everyone to see! I’d been thrilled and maybe spoiled already, by the attention it attracted.
I quickly began stripping off my jacket, my jeans, my shirt, and finally my underwear. All crammed onto one hook. My penis was sticking almost straight up again, at a similar angle as the clothing hooks on the walls. I was buck-naked before Karin began removing her bra and panties.
Karen said, “You should put your shoes back on, the floors in these booths are gantz schlect! Filthy!” I think she told me this advice right at that moment to make sure I was looking at her: She was gracefully pulling her now unhooked bra away from her breasts, all at once like a stripper. They looked like large triple C-cups, and were certainly breathtakingly beautiful. She obviously loved to be objectified and appreciated. While I stood childishly stunned like a deer in the headlights, she went ahead and peeled down her sexy black lace panties, revealing an outrageously erotic and dramatic looking, shaved mound. It looked puffed up, swollen, with a deep keyhole and vertical crevice.
Without thinking I reached out and gently gripped one of her breasts, feeling the super soft mature skin, and the soft glandular sponginess underneath. I’d read about the “soft titties” of older women, compared to the firm springy feeling of a young woman’s, probably in my Dad’s Penthouse magazines. I discovered that day that I liked soft titties too!
She let me have a moment while she watched me stare at and feel up her breasts. Then she reached out and gripped my cock firmly. I was grasped in slow motion, exhaling a full lung’s worth of air. She gently squeezed and massaged it. She began slowly stroking my foreskin up and down over the head, jerking me off.
“There is no extra skin, Verny!” she giggled. “Come feel it!”
Werner stepped in closer and we were now a circle of 3 naked humans. He politely reached out and replaced his wife’s hand, exploring and massaging my aching-hard cock. He was entirely focused on the foreskin, or lack thereof, I guess. “You know what people like so much about Americans?” he began. “You can always see the head! It’s always out, uncovered. When the GIs come here, from the base at Rhine/Mein, everyone wants to see their penis! The problem is, they always come in groups. 3 or 4 together most times. They are too ashamed to let a man touch them, in front of friends, I think.”
I remember thinking at that moment that I’d already been a wise kid over the past couple of years. Whenever I went into a situation where I might have the opportunity to exercise my true full nature, I went alone! Not with my homophobic friends from school! I’d never had a problem with any man touching me. I probably should have said those words to Werner right then. But he was beginning to pump my penis with his thumb and forefinger, pulling me into a pleasure trance. I moaned unintentionally loudly, and Karin giggled!
“You’re going to make him cum, Schatzey,” she purred.
I shook it off and came out of my cloud. I looked closely at Werner’s very large and dark colored organ. He was fully erect, but I saw that his foreskin still half-covered the dark henna colored head of his penis, like a turtleneck. I reached for it enthusiastically and began pumping the abundant elastic sheath of skin, up and down over the head. It felt so soft and stretchy, like it must feel good on your cock! I pondered how it must be easier to pleasure a penis that hasn’t been circumcised.
As Werner and I pumped each other’s tools, I directed my free hand to Karin’s mound, dipping my fingers underneath and feeling around for wet flesh. I found it! At the very bottom of her waxed-smooth under-carriage was a small spot of slippering wet fluid. I wet my finger and dipped it in. Then two. The fleshy folds around her hole parted while my fingers slipped into her soft lubricated tunnel! I suddenly felt so relieved and secure. This was my first time with people so much older than me. I thought I’d be lost somehow and not know what to do. But as much as everyone’s private parts are as unique as fingerprints, they are also all very much the same. Even the complicated vagina, with lips, hood, clit, hole, it’s all the same. They come in thousands of different shapes and colors, but the parts are all generally in the same places, regardless of age, race, nationality, or local grooming habits. I guess the only freak at this party was me! With a penis that was dancing topless.
Our standing circle of threeway mutual masturbation was in itself a deliciously erotic experience, unlike anything I’d ever fantasized. Ironically it felt so intimate in this technically public place. A feeling amplified when Karin leaned over and kissed me, deep soft playful tongue kissing! Instantly however, that feeling of intimacy was plundered when a man entered one of the connecting booths.
He stuck his head well inside our booth. He was younger, 30 something Middle Eastern looking man. He was darkly complected, and very handsome. “Allo?!” he said cheerfully, seemingly familiar with Werner and Karin.
“Gutentag!” said Werner back, smiling.
The man said something back which I also missed. Then Werner whispered to me, “He asked when was someone going to suck his scwantz? I told him we were busy teaching our student about adult things.”
Seemingly as a rebuff to the Middle Eastern man, Werner grabbed a chair and sat right in front of me and gobbled all of my cock into his mouth and throat moaning “Mmmmm! Mmmm!” I gasped but Karin quickly covered my mouth with hers, pushing my free hand onto her closest breast. My fingers explored her vagina like an automatic unconscious response. She closed her hand over mine making me really squeeze her soft breast. She wanted me to be more firm. More aggressive. I squeezed down on her tit and pinched her hardening nipple. She whimpered into my mouth loud enough for Werner to hear, and he responded with another “Mmmmmm!”
The Arab man spoke again very quickly and Karin turned toward him and said, “OK! OK!” Then she said something quickly and quietly as she stepped over the man’s disembodied looking head coming through the wall. She grabbed two fistfuls of his thick black hair and pushed her pussy right into his face! He growled and moaned as he licked Karin’s pussy loud and sloppy, like a dog licking an ice cream cone.
Karen whined, “Lecken meine Scheide!” [lick my vagina]. “Lecken meine mushy!” [lick my pussy!]. “Macht meine mushy nass!” [make my pussy wet].
Werner obviously liked to see his wife getting her pussy licked. He strained his eyes and craned his head as far as he could to see the contact, without losing my cock from his mouth. So, I whispered, “You watch.” And offered my hands to help him to his feet. I pushed him back against the wall, right next to their Arabian friend in the hole, and I seated myself in front of his big dark fully sheathed cock.
That was my first uncircumcised penis that ever entered my mouth! [And it’s true, you never forget your first time!] There was something so much more three dimensional and complex with all that elastic skin. There was so much more you could do! I fell instantly in love with sucking uncut cocks because I could still suck and suckle and bob and squeeze and hmmm…all my fancy learned tricks up to that moment; but I could also use my hands, to slippery-fuck him with his own skin! At the same time! There were so many ways to create more lubricated friction up and down the shaft and head of an uncut man’s cock, it was like a whole new human sex organ had been introduced to me.
I glanced to my right and made eye contact with the slobbering Arab. He winked at me. I looked up and saw Werner looking down at Karin’s pussy, and so was Karin. Then she abruptly pulled away from our Arab friend and grabbed a chair and placing it backwards a few feet from the hole. She bent over shoving her ass through the hole into our neighbor’s booth and placed the palms of her hands down firmly on the seat of the chair.
Karin yelped when the Arab shoved his cock inside her pussy. I only knew for sure he was fucking her pussy, from her encouraging dirty talk: “
Fick meine mushy! Ya! Fick mich!” [Fuck my pussy, yeah, fuck me.]
Werner tapped Karin’s thigh, gesturing for her to move forward. He wanted to see the Arab’s cock entering her cunt, and so did I! She understood and crept forward several inches. The Arabic man’s cock was dark as a black man’s. Or close anyway. And it was beautiful, long and elegantly tapered, robust but not painfully thick.
I could smell Karin’s pussy now. I hadn’t snuck a sniff or a lick or my fingers yet, as I always do with younger girls. I didn’t want to appear crass to the really cool and classy mature adults. But the scent of a new vagina is always a very specific kind of thrill. I had expected her to smell stronger and more pungent, based on nothing. I just figured older meant riper. But her scent was mild and feminine, a subtle smell, slightly sour.
Those vagina thoughts were quick and fleeting, however. I was so enamored with sucking my first uncut cock, that in hindsight I think I probably did a terrible job of it. I was so much fun doing things that I only imagined would feel good. I was doing some things only because I could, maybe selfishly. Like pull all the foreskin as far down Werner’s shaft as I could, with a bundle of skin at his base that looked like a deformed scrotum. The head and the top 5” of his cock were strained tight with stretched skin, and I sucked him like a circumcised man. Then I would slowly release the foreskin with my fingers, suckling up the loose skin up the shaft and into my mouth, inch by inch. The wet slippery skin would turn back inside out, and I had fucked the shaft while I jerked off the top of this cock with my mouth.
He obviously liked what I was doing, but maybe he was being polite? I know I wasn’t focused on just making him cum. I wasn’t one of my girlfriends who just wanted to get it over with ASAP! And I hadn’t been glory hole trained yet, learning how to make men cum fast, so they can get back to work on their lunch hour. I wasn’t trying to find his orgasm rhythm, so I could pull him into it to make him come fast, almost against his will. Trust me if you don’t remember being a teenager: If it’s you getting the blowjob, you want to cum fast! If it’s you giving the blowjob, you want it to go on and on forever!
The Arab said something to Werner from inside the other booth, but again I couldn’t translate it. Then Karen said something I also missed. Then Werner said, “Karin’s going to suck your dick, and I’m going to suck Mahare’s dick!”
But I wanted to suck Mahare’s dick! Especially because it was covered in a glaze of Karin’s pussy! “Can I suck his dick?” I blurted. “Please? Just for a minute?”
“Oh, you are an American!” said Mahare, in a very clear English and British accent.
Werner looked confused but even more disappointed. I had to explain why: “Werner, his cock is very beautiful, but it’s also covered with Karin’s mushy. I want to taste that, so much!!” It would be more than 20 years until I would realize with my second wife, that I loved sucking men’s cock who had just fucked my wife. A cock covered in pussy was apparently going to be my “thing” one day!
Karin hooted and laughed, saying, “Liebschen, you can taste me all you want! Anytime!”
Werner was on board, saying, “I’d like to watch you finish Mahare! Then you can like my wife’s mushy. OK?”
I obeyed, turning Karin’s chair around and sitting right up close to the hole. I took Mahare’s cock in both hands, now slightly shy of fully erect. But it still had a slippery wet fragrant sheen of Karin’s marriage juices on it! I smelled it like a flower. I tasted it. I licked it. Then I plunged my mouth on it, forward and down on the long four pole. Mahare sighed, and I moaned a maniacal “Mmmmmmm!” just for Karin’s sake. She giggled next to me.
I glanced left to see Karin and Werner begin fucking face-to-face standing embrace. Karin put a chair against the wall to her right, and put her right foot up on the seat, spreading her legs open extra wide. I could see Werner’s cock fucking her deep, while they both seemed to watch me felate Mahare.
I kept moaning my pleasure over the taste of Karin’s pussy on him, but I was also smitten with the erotic beauty of his organ. “Ethnic” looking penises were brand new to me, a boy from the white exurbs of Chicago. Mahare obviously trimmed his sea of thick black public hair, so that very little came up around the base of his shaft. I was free to move my lips as far down his shaft as my limited skills and capacity allowed at that age.
Unfortunately, I did gag once really badly, which horrified me with embarrassment! I’ll never forget how young and stupid I felt at that moment. But I recognized that my gagging was at least partially responsible for making Werner moan loudly, and it made Mahare growl and begin pumping his cock into my mouth and throat. I was vaguely becoming aware of how my youth was a turn-on to the adults that day, but I hadn’t a clue of how much of a turn-on it was. You can’t begin to understand the value of that currency until you are old.
Now Mahare was forcing his orgasm rhythm on me! Suddenly I realized that I was only half sucking his cock, while he was half fucking my face! I did my best just to keep up and take his in-strokes into my gullet, and then clamp down with some friction and suction as he pulled out. Mahare began moaning loud enough to be heard outside the booth, and muttering in what I assumed was his native language. Karin purred, “You’re making him cum Liebschen! He’s going to cum right in you! Be ready!” Werner pumped Karin harder and harder, smacking their bellies.
Mahare stammered, “Oh! Oh! Ummm!” and began squiring strings of semen into my throat. There was incredible velocity behind his ejaculation. I could feel the impact of each squirt hitting me in the throat and tonsils! This man was cumming hard! I thanked him with moans and purrs.
I had wanted so much to show off to him, and to Karin and Werner, and take him in my ass. I was still entertaining the idea even while he was cumming his balls dry. I kept suckling his whole shaft, moving slowly from base to tip to drag out every pearl. I also kept my hands planted firmly on his shaft refusing to release him. I wanted to keep him or make him hard again, so he could fuck me in front of Karin and Werner. But alas it was not to be. He pulled his cock away and bent over sticking his head in the hole. With a big smile he gave his “thank-you’s” and “good-bye’s” to the three of us.
I blurted out, “Please stay! You can fuck me.” I could hear how childish and desperate my adolescent voice sounded, reverberating in that tiny room, and once again I was utterly ashamed.
Karin instinctively tried to comfort me, saying, “Awe, Liebschen, you’re so sweet!” while she petted my bushy mop of hair. “Mahare is a once time and all done man!” She was close to the English euphemism. “He told me once that he masturbates before coming here, so he lasts longer. But once he comes, he runs away! Lost of men do that.”
Werner had unplugged himself from Karin and proceeded to arrange a chair angled sideways in front of the hole, almost in the middle of the room. She sat down on the chair slouching down and forward, and spread her legs open wide! She wanted us to put on a show between the holes. She made the “Come here” gesture with her curling index finger. I obediently complied.
I ravenously began licking and sucking Karin’s beautiful mature shaved vagina. Once again, I wanted to show off for the grown-ups so I tried probably too hard. But my enthusiasm was appreciated, and Karin started making some high-pitched whimpers that made Werner growl!” He loved watching his wife be pleasured by another person. He stood very close just watching and slow-jacking his big thick cock.
Soon there were watchers at both holes: a middle-aged darkly complected man on one side, and an older gay couple at the other. Werner obviously knew the couple, he sidestepped over to them to play a little give-and-take. The man alone watched us, staring wildly, at Karin’s cunt and my face, while he was clearly jacking himself below the hole. He probably needed a chair badly!
Watching his intense expression watching her pussy was pushing Karin over the top. She came hard, making enough noise to be heard all the way to the cash register at the front of the store. It certainly alerted all the bisexuals that there was at least one woman in the house. But our single watcher wasn’t done.
Karin stood up and moved her chair over to the hole with the single watcher. She placed the back of her chair up against the hole, the backrest slightly higher than the bottom of the hole. She said something to the watcher too fast for me to understand but our watcher responded by standing upright and presenting his dark fleshy cock through the opening. She bent over placing her hands on the seat of the chair, and then looking back over her shoulder at me: “Fuck me Liebschen? Please?”
That sight, like several others that day, is a vivid picture burned into the engrams of my long-term memory! Karin bent over, looking over her shoulder at me. Then turning her head to take a strangers fat cock into her mouth. That teenage me was totally fixated on the clear picture of her soft looking peach and pink shaved vagina, like a fleshy taco hanging upside down between her legs.
Finally, I shook off the hypnotized spell and stepped forward, plunging my rock-hard young boner right up inside her without any fanfare. She made a muffled “Ummmpff!” with her mouth full and busy. I started pumping her slowly. The visual stimulation was intense. Watching this beautiful mature woman, older than my mother, sucking a big uncut cock like a career whore! And then periodically looking over my shoulder at Werner. First, he sucked their two pale white penises side-by-side naked at the hole behind me. One was bordering on big, the other was a smaller medium-sized cock, with a freakishly big mushroom shaped head. I was distracted with thinking how much fun that head would be to blow. And then of course looking down at my own dick fucking a hole! That’s always a primary turn on. All boys like to see their own cocks sawing in and out of something, or something pumping up and down on them!
When I heard the chair on Werner’s side scrape the floor behind me, I looked over my shoulder in time to see the entire event, Werner bending over his chair and taking the huge mushroom head cock in his ass. He made some seriously erotic sounds of discomfort, like that first stinging stretch was a pain he adored. I’d been told that was true for many gay men, but I was young and still didn’t like the pain. Ideally, I like to have time and lube and fingers stretching me, relaxing me before taking a full-sized adult cock through the gate of my sphincter. Werner yelped and whined in pain…and then moaned in pleasure. In 50 years of fucking only one rule remains constant: everyone is different.
I came silently inside Karin, listening to Werner expressing his love of a rough ass-fucking, and watching my own penis thrusting in and out of Karin, glistening with her own lubricant. She wouldn’t have even known except my pumping slowed. My gasps were drowned out by Werner’s howling like a dog being beaten. He was about to cum too.
We spent another hour or more after that, sucking and fucking strangers at both holes. Werner would give Karin and I directions, and we would get into whatever positions or combinations he ordered. All three of us sucked and fucked what became an endless line of strangers. As soon as one came, he left and was instantly replaced by another stripping off his clothes like it was a relay race. The word must have gotten out that a bi-threesome was taking all comers in cube #8!
Karin sucked a lot of cocks, while l fucked her. She also took a lot of cocks in her pussy and ass while I sucked my share too. Werner kept busy on his own, sucking men’s dicks as a prelude to taking them into his butt.
I was confused by how much he loved being fucked in a bent-over position. I’d learned a profound amount of sex knowledge at a very young age, which included a lot of gay sex. I was taught and trained in the methods of stimulating the prostate, and I’d long since learned that the only position to make contact with the prostate during anal sex, was with the receiver laying on his back.
There isn’t any practical way to accomplish this without a bed or table or a high bench. There wasn’t any equipment or furniture in Dr. Mueller’s arcade to accommodate that pursuit. So, was Werner’s crazed need and pleasure from being ass-fucked solely psychological? Was it an extreme turn-on from the act of giving yourself completely to another man? I understand that urge, even if only as a teenager who wanted to show off. But I couldn’t help but think that Werner had some deeper issues, beneath the need to be filled with cocks!
At one point Karin placed a chair to the left side of the big hole, facing the hole with her bald pussy pushing right into our neighbor’s booth. With one foot up on the chair spreading her legs open wide, she could take the newest stranger’s cock inside her face-to-face, or at least belly-to-belly. Then she begged me, “Put it in my ass!” That was lots of fun! We did that a few more times, maybe because she could tell how much I liked it.
We also put on several threesome shows, for the entertainment of visitors on both sides of our cube. We sucked and fucked each other in every position humanly possible, while horny spectators masturbated furiously, sometimes spraying their semen through the holes, collecting in puddles right beneath them. Several came, left, and were instantly replaced by more. There had to be a line outside our neighboring booths, but I never got to see it.
Then Werner ordered Karin to sit in the chair in the middle of the room, and told me to eat her pussy…but he directed me to stay on my knees while I licked her. Werner wasted no time and began licking my anus like a romantic lover. He held my ass cheeks wide open and gobbled like a slob all over my butthole, like it was the most delicious and fragrant scene he’d ever encountered. Years later I would realized that was for show!
He licked me and tongue punched my tiny hole and then began fingering my ass. I could feel clearly when he squeezed a second finger inside me, and then began fingerfucking my rectum. He knew where the prostate was located, and he made me squeal like a girl when he started rubbing across it. I could hear our two watchers groaning and slapping their dicks harder and harder.
Now the moment of truth: Werner rose up on his knees behind me. I wondered why he’d waited so long? I assumed that he figured the same as me, that he’d never fit inside me. He was certainly bigger than anything that had entered me so far. But he was a grown-up! He surely knew what he was doing.
I heard him sloppily coating the head of his cock with mouthfuls of saliva, and the sound of the watchers jacking off got louder! I felt him push the head of his cock against my anus. He pushed harder and harder, pushing my whole body forward into Karin’s pelvis. But the head of his cock was so fat and swollen, it may as well have been pushing flat against a wall. I knew that if I had an hour and a butt plug and lube, I could probably break a new personal best and squeeze that thing inside me. But without all that his monster wasn’t going anywhere.
He tried and tried and muttered some frustrated words in German, making the watchers jack themselves harder still. I blubbered “I’m sorry!” Werner retreated. He straightened up and began slowly fingerfucking my rectum with 2 fingers, again, making sure our audience could see the penetration. Then he increased the pace until he was violently finger-fucking my ass, rough like he liked his own ass fucked! I could hear him jacking off his own cock furiously while he finger-raped me and gave my little prostate a serious beating. The sensation was going to make me cum whether I wanted to or not! I squealed as I reached down to jerk my own hard dick which would have cum on its own anyway. As I came, I heard Werner grunting like a bull, and I felt the sprinkle of his ejaculation squirting all over my back and ass. Our audience howled!
When I left Dr. Mueller’s that afternoon, Karin and Werner and I had hugged and kissed and promised we could not only do this again, but I was also invited to come over to their condo downtown where we could have intimate fun! Werner gave me a business card, he was an attorney of all things, and he pointed out his home number on the card. He told me to call them and we’d schedule our next rendezvous.
Two days later that card went through the washing machine and became a thumbnail of pulp! I was lost! How could I re-find them? It took me a month to reschedule another Saturday alone in the city, without inviting the suspicion of my parents, or my unsuspecting girlfriend, or my burgeoning circle of other friends. When I arrived at Dr. Mueller’s the second time, a different attendant was at the register. I offered my 3-marks and I was once again welcomed inside without incident. But within seconds, I saw the orange tape and signs covering the entrance to the arcade: “Achtung!” followed by lots of words I didn’t know. The arcade was obviously closed. Could this be my fault? Did someone find out they let a kid in, and they got in trouble?
I took weeks of amateur detective work to find out what happened, but apparently the police discovered certain clerks were allowing prostitutes to work the arcade. Now if you don’t have any experience with German people, it may be tricky to understand their thinking in a situation like this. Prostitution is legal, but highly regulated and controlled. Cheating the system like that is universally disdained. However, a free-thinking nearly adult teenage boy, making the choice to engage in consensual sex with adults? That’s fine! I found most of Europe to be much more “free” than the US.
Sadly, I never went back to Dr. Mueller’s, even though I’m sure their arcade eventually re-opened. My life became too busy, and my free time went to one girlfriend, even though that Saturday turned out to be one of the wildest times of my life! But when you’re in hormone-fueled adolescent puppy love, nothing else matters.
Most of the “gloryhole arcade” market and culture in the US is nothing like Germany’s in 1976. It would be years until I discovered “sex clubs” in the States, which is really what Dr. Mueller’s arcade was. I would liken it to The Bijou or Melrose theatres in Chicago, or the San Mateo Theatre in the San Francisco Bay area. The bottom line is that Dr. Mueller’s was a public place where people went to “wander about in search of a sexual partner.”
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