aus-der-traum:

The young lad’s heart beats a little faster when his commander’s drunken stagger leads him to that very campfire that the lad is sitting at all alone and he can’t believe his luck when Kurt smiles like a cheshire cat and sits down next to the lad, so close that they are rubbing thighs when Kurt stretches himself and spreads his legs with the satisfied groan of an old man after a long day of work (the lad’s heart makes another jump), and even closer then when he puts an arm around the lad’s neck and pulls him in as if they were not strangers but long-time comrades. “Boy,” he says, “you look like a virgin and that’s a shame,” the boy becomes as red as a tomato, “Listen to this old man, when all of this is over and you’re back home and you find yourself a nice young lady, before you marry the sweet thing you make sure she knows how to treat you right – some girls, nice as they may seem, some girls only think of themselves, but men have needs too, it’s not always about making her feel good, sometimes you just gotta – I see you don’t follow, what I’m talking about is this,” he pats the lad on the rump, “Yes, that’s right, I mean taking it up the arse – nice arse by the way, has anyone ever told you that?” The lad hastily shakes his head as if he was warding off more than just that question and he feels the need to protest something or if he doesn’t have the balls to do so with the goddamn Panzermeyer himself breathing three different flavours of booze on his forehead (he most definitely does not have the balls) at least he needs to find some excuse to escape his commander’s well-meant advice, but Kurt interrupts him before the lad can embarrass himself: “I tell you there is nothing wrong, nothing at all, with a good wife making sweet love to her man and love comes in so many forms, like when I’m wearing her lingerie and she’s ramming my guts til I’m pissing spunk, that’s a real man’s kind of pleasure.”

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