At last my army unit was notified that we were being transferred from Austria to Italy. This was great for me, I love both countries and looked forward to living in Italy. I still had a few days to go until we moved out. I hated to leave the beautiful city of Salzburg, but knew I would find new adventures in Italy.

One night, when I was on my way home from work, I went to a good Austrian restaurant for my favorite dinner, Wiener Schnitzel. After devouring that great dinner, I was walking back to my car and was headed back to the apartment that I had rented during the time I lived in Salzburg. I was surprised to see a very well dressed black gentleman approaching me. He asked me, in a perfect British English accent, for the location of the local casino. I knew where it was located so I walked with him toward the casino. As we walked, we were talking and I asked him a few questions about where he lived and what kind of a country it was.

He told me that he lived in Kenya, Africa, with his wife and family. He said that his wife was in London, going to a school for a month to learn how to be a proper hostess. During this month, he was supposed to tour Europe. He had been to several countries in Europe and was getting a little tired of traveling and being alone. He invited me into the casino for a drink. As we were having our drinks we became good friends and shared a lot of jokes and enjoyed each other. He turned out to be a super guy and I enjoyed being with him. This guy was tall, black, about 40 years old and showed a great muscular body. His family must have been well off because he spent money very easily and he paid for everything. Hey, how could I miss?

He asked me out for dinner the next evening after my Army work was finished. He wanted to have a nice dinner, so I recommended we have dinner at the Cafe Winkler. This cafe was located on top of a cliff, overlooking the city of Salzburg. We got into the elevator that took us through the mountain and to the top and the cafe. Our dinner was superb to say the lease. He paid the bill (expensive) and we got on the elevator to go down to street level.

As we exited the elevator and walked onto the street, this very beautiful girl was so friendly and she let us know that she was available for sex. My new friend looked her over and was about ready to go with her. Then he changed his mind and the two of us walked back to my car. I told him about another place that was located on a mountain top and we drove there. Once there we had a couple of beers and a good conversation.

We talked about the beautiful prostitute that we had just talked with. He said he wanted to go with her, but afraid of catching something. I asked him about sex in Kenya. It was there and all kinds of sex was available. He told me about some of the sex that was available in Kenya. I felt free with him, so I asked him about gay life in Kenya. Well, he told me that there was plenty of that in Kenya also. He said that he had never tried a guy, but he knew of some of his friends in Kenya that had taken boys to bed. I asked him why he had never tried a boy yet. He told me that tonight, he just might be in the mood to try a boy, since he was so horny.

OK, so he knew what I was after, why beat around the bush, just go for it. He said that he had no sex since he left his wife in London. I told him that he must be very hard up for sex. This handsome guy laughed and told me he was getting a hard on, just thinking about sex. We were sitting side by side in a dark cafe. I told him that I bet that he had a big dick on him.

He said for me to slid my hand under the table and feel. I did and he did have a big dick.

He had a great dick and it was hard as hell. I rubbed it a few times. He asked if we could leave the cafe and go back to town. Then he told me to wait. His cock was hard and he was afraid to walk out with a boner on. We waited and talked of other things until he lost the hard dick.

When we got into my car, I started driving down the mountain toward Salzburg. We started talking about sex again and soon he told me he had another hard on. He said he was so horny and needed some relief. I pulled the car off the road and into an area where one could park and look at the city lights below. As we parked we kept talking about sex and again he said his dick was hard.

I reached over to his trousers and felt. Yep, he sure did have a big cock and it was hard as hell. I jerked him a few times and he told me it felt good. I trusted this stud, so I began unbuttoning his fly. I was able to slid my hand inside his trousers and his shorts. Then I felt of his prize - his beautiful dick. It was uncircumcised, very hard, and BIG. I told him that if that prostitute had that big dick of his in her, she would always remember it. He laughed and asked me to pull it out of his trousers.

Of course you know I did just that. When his dick came out of his trousers, I was able to jerk him up and down a few times. I bent over his cock and started sucking on the big guy! He told me how good it felt. Then he asked me to take him to his hotel and visit him in his room. Hey, why not?

Once we were in his room, again we started talking about sex and again he showed a big hard on. He walked in front of me and asked me to feel of his dick again. I felt of his cock and began taking it out of his fly. I had this good looking guy from Kenya in front of me with a big hard dick. What more could I ask for?

I wet my lips and then started licking around the head of that big boy. When I pulled his foreskin back, I could see the big purple head of his cock. I put the head into my mouth and started giving this dude a good blow job. He just stood there, panting as I sucked his cock.

He was so horny that it did not take long for him to start shooting his juicy load. I had a big load to swallow that evening. I was disappointed that he finished so fast. He laughed and told me that I was so good, he could not hold back. Then he asked me what were my plans for the next evening after work. I had none so we got together again.

The next evening I drove him over to Germany so we could have dinner at the American Army Hotel there. In the army hotel, the only money that could be used was "scrip". I had scrip and this was my chance to pay for our dinner since he had been so good to me at the Cafe Winkler. The army had leased the hotel so soldiers could take a vacation there. The hotel was very nice and the dinner was great. After our dinner, I drove back to Salzburg and on the way there we had another conversation about sex. I again felt of his cock and it was hard again.

When we got to his hotel, he asked me to come to his room again. Once we were alone in his room, our conversation turned to sex and again he let me know he had a hard on. I started taking his clothing off - what a beautiful hard black body. He had a great build, lots of firm muscles and a great ass. He told me that he worked out in the gym in his home, back in Kenya. His body proved that he worked hard during those work outs.

Once I had his clothing off, I really did get horny for him. He could tell that I liked what I saw and he told me to get nude also. So off comes my clothing and I climb in bed with this stud. I began licking his chest (hard and wonderful) then I licked his ABS (again hard and wonderful), then I licked and kissed my way down to his dick (and ofcourse it was hard and wonderful). I took my time and began sucking his cock.

This time he did not cum so fast. I was able to lick his big dick, around the head of it, then down the other side. He would moan as I did this. I put the head of his cock in my mouth and let my tongue do the work. When I came off of his big piece of meat, I could feel his hand as he felt of my body. He did not try to fuck my ass, he just wanted to rub his hand around my body.

I began sucking his cock and kissing his thighs, balls and around his stomach. His body tasted so sweet and juicy. I was really turned on by this stud. But like all things, he shot his load in my mouth and it ended then.

I got dressed and as I left, he asked me to meet him again the next evening. I said that I thought he was leaving Salzburg the next morning for Vienna. He told me that he was tired of seeing museums, churches and old buildings. So he said he would stay in Salzburg a few more days so we could continue to meet and make out. Hey, this was great!

From then on, we would get together every evening. He would take me out for a nice dinner, we would have a drink, a good bottle of wine and a great dinner. Then for dessert, I would have him. We always ended up in his bed and again I would suck him off. He wanted sex every day and that was great for me. He would just lie there and let me do anything to him that I wanted to. I loved that stud's hot body.

When it rains, it pours. I had not been getting much cock to suck, and now I had this beautiful stud, and I loved it.

However, at this same time, I was having a great time sucking another dick, the grandson of my landlady. That is a different story and I have just written about it. Read "1955 - Austria - My Landlady's Grandson". I was very busy during this period of my life. I did not have to work much since we were closing out and moving, so I would take the afternoon off and drive to my apartment and meet the grandson. This cute little blond would get his cute dick sucked, then I would meet the stud from Kenya and he would take me out for dinner and afterwards to his room for another blow job. I was busy and I loved it.

Those last days I spent in Salzburg were wonderful. I was sucking two big hard cocks, one white and one black. I loved them both. Then it ended and I had to start my drive to Italy and my new adventures there.

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.