During the winter of l947 - 48, I was stationed with the U S Army in Headquarters European Command in Frankfurt, Germany. On a cold and wet evening I was returning to my army barracks in Frankfurt. It was dark, however it was early in the evening. I was on a streetcar heading for the barracks, when I saw a terrible accident. Two German cars had crashed on the wet streets. I got off of the streetcar so I could help in case anyone needed me. Then the police and an ambulance arrived so my help was not needed.

As I was watching and getting very wet from the rain, I thought I should hop on a streetcar and head back to the barracks and have my dinner at the mess hall. A German guy was also watching and asked me what happen. We began talking and soon we were chatting about the accident. The more we watched and chatted, the wetter we both became. He was as wet as I was and we both were cold. We both needed to get out of the rain and into a warm room.

He was a very friendly guy and invited me to his home for a glass of "Glee Wine". This wine is heated a little and herbs are added to it. When one gets chilled the people in Austria and Germany often have a glass of this wine to warm them up. So we got into his car and he drove to his home. He parked his car in a garage that was located in the rear of a fine large home. He said he lived upstairs over the two car garage when he was in town.

We went up the stairway and enter a very beautiful room. It was just one hugh room with very high ceilings. His kitchen and bath were downstairs in the rear of the garage and he had a small patio. This must of been the servants quarters for the chauffeur of the family that lived in the big house. He told me he owned the garage and apartment but not the big house. I was in awe as I looked at the beautiful antique furnishing in this apartment. He then gave me a robe to wear so I could get my wet clothing off and could hang them up to dry. He did a strip and put on a robe also. We sat by the fire to warm up.

Soon he had the wine heating, the herbs in the wine and it was simmering on his stove. As we sipped the wine and warmed up, we got aquatinted. The weather outside did not let up and soon we were having a storm. So he introduced himself as Hans and said he was in business and he traveled to Frankfurt about twice a month to tend to his business there. He and his family lived in another section of Germany. He was married and had children.

Hans asked me if I had eaten my dinner yet and when I told him no, he insisted on fixing our dinners at his apartment. Hans was a good cook and soon he had the dinner on the stove and you could smell the aroma from his cooking. We sat at a corner nook in his kitchen and enjoyed a good "home cooked meal". As we chatted he asked me about myself. I did not want to tell him I was kicked out of my family home when I was 15 because I was gay, I had to make something up. So I told him a lie and like so many lies, once you tell one you must continue to tell the lie and it goes on and on.. I told Hans that I was from Texas, raised on a ranch, had a horse and a dog and so on and so on. It was a bunch of bull shit!

Hans was obsessed with the lie that I told him. He had once been in USA, before World War II and loved cowboy movies, cowboys and the cowboy life. I felt that I would never see Hans again so I just went into it deeper and deeper. It was getting late and the storm was still raging outside. Hans asked me if I would like to spend the night at his apartment. Hans was in his early 40s, nice body and a very good looking stud. At that time I was l9 - 20 and wanting an adventure, so I agreed to spend the night at his apartment. Then I found out that there was only one bed in his apartment and that was fine with me. I did not think Hans was gay but I did hope he was at lease willing!

Hans gave me a night gown to wear to bed. It was funny, have any of you guys ever worn a night gown to bed!!!! I woke up during the night with the gown around my neck, choking me!

When Hans and I got into his bed, we started chatting about sex and of course one thing led to another and soon we both were playing with the other guy's cock. Hans was bisexual and I told him I was also.. Hans and I spent the night having a hot and wonderful time together in his bed.

Hans loved to suck a guys cock and of course I like that also - so we satisfied each other. Hans had a big fat cock and was uncircumcised. I loved sucking on it and I showed Hans a trick I learned about in Japan. I would take a drink of wine, then put his cock in my mouth and swish the wine around the head of his cock, then I would swallow the wine - his cock added to the taste of the wine and I loved that taste. Hans and I sucked each other for most of the night. He said he hadn't been with many guys, since it was so "verboten" during Hitler's time so he wanted to catch up on sex with another guy.

He told me about a gay friend of his that the "Nazi polizei" had called in for questioning. As we all know Hitler had all gay men put into the prison camps along with the Jewish and gypsy people. His friend was asked, by the police, if he was homosexual, his very feminine friend said he stomped his foot on the floor and acted like he was very insulted by this type of questioning. It worked! He was let go.

Hans was spending a few days in Frankfurt so he asked me to join him again the next evening. The next evening, after work, he picked me up in his car, he suggested that we go to his apartment for dinner that evening and again he cooked a wonderful dinner for us. We spent the evening talking, listening to classical music and having more hot sex and wine and of course I spent that night in his bed. At the barracks we didn't have "bed check" so I didn't have to sleep in the barracks.

The next evening, Hans drove to my barracks, picked me up and took me to dinner at a very nice and expensive restaurant. We had wine and dinner and chatted into the evening. Then he drove me to his apartment where we spend the night again and of course had more hot sex! I found out that I was one of the few guys Hans had sex with. Back then, the only thing we did to each other was to suck the other guys cock.

Since Hans was a nice guy and I enjoyed his company very much, we agreed to meet again when he was back in Frankfurt the next time. I could hardly wait until he was in town again.

The next time we met he asked me to send for my cowboy clothing and boots so he could see me in it. He said that he had seen cowboys when he was in Texas and loved how the cowboy's clothing fit their bodies. I did not have any cowboy clothing - but - I found a Sears catalog and was able to order the complete outfit. I had it rushed to me, it took well over a month, but I had my cowboy outfit at last. My "wash frau" took the new clothing and washed it several times to get the new look out of it, then she ironed it. So when Hans was again in Frankfurt, I took my cowboy clothing to his apartment and put it on. At that time I was in the army and could not wear civilian clothing (uniforms only).

When I finished taking a bath at his apartment, I put on my cowboy clothing and walked into the room he was in. His mouth dropped open as he looked at this cowboy in tight jeans with no underwear on, boots and body fitting shirt. He had always been very horny to try a cowboy and I was available. When Hans saw me in my cowboy clothing, he dropped to his knees, started kissing, licking and feeling. It did not take long for me to have a big hard on and soon Hans had it sticking out of my fly and sucking on it. He would suck my cock, turn me around and kiss all over my jeans, then back to my cock and more sucking. Hans was in heaven and so was I. He really was a great cock sucker!

Once Hans asked me to wear my cowboy clothing and he would take me out to a gay German bar in Frankfurt. I got dressed and off we went. If the Military Police had caught me, I would of been kicked out of the U S Army for being gay. When we entered the bar, every one just stared at us - guess they were not used to seeing a cowboy in a gay bar in Frankfurt. We had a drink and watched the guys, a few guys came by to ask me if I was a "REAL" cowboy and of course I assured them that I was just off the ranch in Texas. I didn't even know how to ride a horse! But as far as Hans and the guys there were concerned, I was a real "by God cowboy".

Hans was very proud of me that night and when we ended up again in his bed, he showed me just how proud of me he was.

When Hans was out of town, I would run wild and have as much sex as I could. But when Hans was in town, I was his cowboy!!!!

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 l948, when I was 20 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.