I had two problems and those two problems led me into the third problem as I will explain. I was horny and I was broke! Being a corporal in the American army didn't help my financial condition and being stationed in a small village in Austria didn't give me much of a chance to find a stud to have sex with. I was stationed in a ski resort but I was so broke, I didn't even have enough money for the ski lift tickets so I couldn't even go skiing. So here I was with a hard cock and no money on a Saturday night.

I walked into the village that cold winter night and just walked around the snow covered streets. I was looking for a stud to have sex with, but knew my chances of finding one was almost nil. I am very particular about who I have sex with, the guy must be outstanding or I will not go for it. I feel that if I am going to take a chance and have gay sex with someone, I want to at lease have sex with a guy that is sexy, after all, if I had a problem with a stud, I could get kicked out of the army because I was gay. So if I was going to have sex, he had to be outstanding.

Then, I saw a good looking stud, staggering down the street. He was about ready to fall in the street. I could speak enough German to find out that he was lost and could not find his hotel. He told me that his girl had gotten pissed at him for drinking too much and she had even left the dance hall with another guy. He said that by now she was fucking the other guy. I asked him if his girl friend was a good fuck. He told me she was terrible and he was glad they had this fight. He said he wanted to stop dating her so now he had a reason to stop seeing her. He told me that after that night he would never date her again and he did not care how she found her way back to her town in Austria. He was angry!!! He called her a big fat pig!

I told this stud that I would help him locate the hotel where he had rented a room for the night for him and his girl. They were visiting this town for a weekend of skiing and partying. We walked through the streets and as we walked we had a good talk about sex. He told me he was horny and wanted to fuck a girl that night. He asked me if I knew any girls that would fuck him. I told him a lie, I said that I was just passing through the town and knew nobody. After walking around we located his hotel. The hotel turned out to be a small guest house. He invited me to his room to warm up and I accepted. In his room he had a bottle of liquor and he poured each of us a glass of it. It was strong and no wonder that he was staggering around the streets.

He just wanted to drink the liquor and talk about the bitch that had left him for another guy. I sat there and helped him drink his liquor and talk about how terrible girls can be. He was 25 or so, very good looking, wonderful body, and I could see his big cock hanging down the leg of his ski pants, so I was very interested in him.

As we talked about sex, I told him about the time I was horny and drunk and I met this guy on the street that wanted to suck my cock. I told him that it felt great and all I had to do was to close my eyes and think of some girl sucking my cock as he did it. Then I told him he should try it. He told me that he did not like "warm brothers" (gay guys).

He told me that during the war, he met a gay guy that wanted his cock. I asked him how he liked his blow job. He said he did not go for it. Then he poured me another drink and one for himself. He started talking about how horny he was and the girl friend that left him. I think his ego was the big reason he was so pissed off. He was used to always having his way with the girls and she had dumped him. I didn't want to get drunk, and I felt that he would not accept a blow job, so I told him that I was going to be on my way. All of you know how drunks are, they want to continue to drink and talk and he needed me to talk to. He just kept talking and we were again into sex. He told me about some of his adventures with girls and how they fucked and sucked him. So I stayed in his room and listened. I didn't say much, just listened, but he was drunk and I had said enough for him to start to know what I wanted.

We continued talking about sex and his stories about getting fucked. I told him that if we continue talking about sex he would have a hard on. He laughed and said that he had a feeling that I would like to see his cock hard. I told him that I bet he had a nice big cock! He stood up and walked in front of me, reached down to the leg of his ski pants, and put his hand around his cock. I could see that he almost had a hard on. I told him that he really did need some hot sex that night.

He then put his hand in back of my head and pushed my face into his basket. He said that he thought I was a cock sucker! His rough actions turned me off!

I didn't want any problems, so I told him I had to leave. He said he was not finished with me yet. He wanted us to have another drink. So, he pours another glass of liquor for each of us and handed one to me. I took a slip and he took a big gulp. Then he again stood in front of me and started rubbing his basket into my face. He said something like, " You want this don't you, cock sucker."

I told him I had to leave, but he just stood in front of me and rubbed his basket into my face. Then he put his hand on his cock and rubbed it around and around my face. Ofcourse his cock was inside of his pants, but I sure could feel his hard cock against my face.

Then he told me I should see his cock and with this statement, he began opening his pants and he pulled his big cock out. His cock was big, uncut and not very clean. I did not want anything to do with it, or him, so I stood up and tried to walk to the door. He was a tall guy and he was strong, he grabbed my jacked and pulled me back into the room. He said he knew I was a cock sucker from the first time I started talking to him on the street. When he said that, I told him I was leaving and tried again to leave.

Again, he got a hold of me and pulled me back and told me to sit down on the chair. I can take care of myself but he was a big guy. Sometimes it is easier to go along with something and then try to get out of it. I did not want to make a scene, it could get me into a lot of trouble, so I sat back on the chair. There he was again, with his big dirty cock in my face and telling me I am a cock sucker. He told me that he knew I wanted to lick his cock and I told him I didn't. I could smell his cock and the scent told me that it had not been washed for a few days. I may be a cock sucker, but I am a clean cock sucker!

When he had his cock out of his pants and he was slapping my face with it and telling me I wanted to suck on it. I tried to stand up to leave, but again he would not let me out of the door, without a fight. I knew I could yell and get someone into the room and in the confusion, I could run out of the door and get away from him. I was trying to be a diplomatic and use tact, so I waited.

Then he got a hand full of my hair and told me to open my mouth.

I did open my mouth to tell him to get the hell away from me and when I had my mouth open he started cramming his big dirty cock into my mouth. He told me to suck and if I bite his cock he would slap the shit out of me.

He called me a fucking faggot in German and told me to suck his cock. I thought the easiest way out of this was to suck his cock and then get the hell out of his room. I hated the dirty taste of his cock but I let him fuck my mouth with his dirty cock. He was uncircumcised and he had cheese under the foreskin of his cock. It had not been washed! When a guy is uncircumcised, I do not mind if his cock has a taste of cheese, but this one was loaded with cheese and it was dirty. I felt like gagging!

He just stood in front of me and continued to fuck my mouth. He kept calling me a fucking faggot as he fucked my mouth. His cock was big and when he tried to force me to suck it all the way down, I started choking on it.

I put my hand around his cock so I had some control of how far it went into my mouth and then I tried to relax and just give this bastard what he wanted, a blow job! After I had cleaned up his dirty cock, it started tasting good. I was very nervous and excited at the same time.

He did not last long. The next thing I knew he was cumming in my mouth. He told me to swallow all of his cum. So I did as I was told and started swallowing his cum.

He had just finished cumming, when there was a knock on the door!

I knew it was someone from the guest house to tell us to stop making so much noise. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, put it in his pants and staggered to the door. When he opened the door, there was his girl friend. He started yelling at her and during the excitement, I slip out of the door and out of the building. I wondered how he explained the American soldier being in his room to his girl friend!

I half walked and half ran down the slippery streets until I got back to where I lived. I ended up nude on my bed and horny as hell. It was exciting to be treated that way, in one way, but also it was something I would never want to happen again.

I have sucked a lot of straight studs and this was one of the few times I had a problem with a stud. I usually was able to figure out if the stud would cause me a problem or not. If I got the slightest feeling, that he would give me a problem, I would talk my way out of it and I would get away from him. Well, I got away from this stud too, but not until after I had cleaned up his dirty cock and had given him a blow job!

Guys, I have been writing about my sex life when I was a young man and I try to be honest and tell it just the way it happened. I was not going to tell this story, or if I did, I would change it. But then it would not be a true story, so OK, here it is, just the way it happened back in l949, when I was 21 years old. So I hope you enjoyed it!

If you can take the time, I hope you will write to me and let me know if you enjoy my stories. I will continue to write about those "good old days", even the ones that did not turn out too good.