Affair of a Foreign Nature
Chapter 6
Fun, Fun, Fun
By and © Hans Schrieber
I woke up while it was still dark. My internal clock was all mixed up. I powered up my phone and saw it was 5:55 local time. I thought it was funny that it was all fives. Karl was still sleeping. I'm not sure what woke me. Maybe having napped earlier or being in a strange bed or most likely the killer headache I had. I felt awful and hoped I wasn't getting the flu or something. That would really ruin my vacation. I needed to pee bad and had a partial boner. As my eyes adjusted, I could see Karl sleeping on his back next to me. I remembered we had gone to bed naked. I peeked to see if I could tell if he was making a tent in the comforter. I couldn't really tell if he was or not. I rolled onto my right side and slowly, stealthily slid my hand toward him. Then I chickened out and pulled it back. My heart was pounding. Again, I slid it carefully toward him and ever so slowly rested it on his warm chest. I held it gently there and watched for any reaction. If he woke, I would just fake being asleep. I was nervous. I wondered if he could feel my hand trembling. After a full minute without any reaction, I slid my hand below his ribcage and onto his firm abs. I paused again and looked for any reaction - still nothing. I'd dreamed about doing something like this since I first saw him naked last summer.
I took a deep breath. My own dick was totally boned now. I was excited and nervous. Cautiously, I inched lower until my fingertips felt the soft brown pubes on the side of his dick. I rubbed my fingers through them slowly watching for any reaction. But there was still nothing but deep, steady breathing. I bravely reached further across and my fingers bumped against his soft dick. I didn't pause this time; I moved lower and gently brushed over his silky soft penis, over the hooded ridge of his head, and on down to the small blob of skin hanging over the tip. My dick was throbbing. My breathing was short gasps. As I slipped downward onto his soft, sagging ball sac, Karl stirred. I held my breath and jerked my hand away. Karl grunted and rolled away from me toward the window. I held perfectly still, barely breathing for several minutes. Finally, I decided I hadn't been detected and carefully slipped out of bed. I grabbed my boner and gave it a couple of strokes. I put my robe on and tip-toed to the bathroom.
I looked through the cabinets for some aspirin or ibuprofen. I remembered mom put some in my backpack for the flight, so I went into the closet where I had left it. I searched several pockets until I found it next to my condoms. I went out to the kitchen nook and found a glass. I pulled some juice from the little fridge and had to figure out how to open the box it was in. Finally, I had some apple juice and ibuprofen. On the counter was the cake that Frau Baumgartner had made for me. I cut a piece and put it on a plate and refilled my glass of juice.
By now, my boner had shrunk, so I went in and peed a river. While peeing, I noticed the spy camera and got an idea. I shook off and closed my robe. I grabbed the spy camera and went back to my pack and retrieved my Mac. I lit the fire, retrieved my cake and juice, sat on the couch and powered up. I untangled my ear buds and plugged them in. I opened the deodorant case and pulled out the USB wire. After it was plugged in and powered up, I selected the most recent video. "YES!"
Karl slipped into the frame completely naked and all boned up. I just barely got the important action in the right edge of the frame. I needed to move the camera just a little bit more toward the wall to center it, but it showed me what I really wanted to see. Karl sat on the edge of the toilet and leaned against the wall with both legs outstretched in front of him. He reached between his legs and fondled his large balls with his left hand and using his fingers and thumb of his right hand, peeled down the hood of skin covering his dickhead. I started boning up again under my robe.
Karl leaned up and hovered over his dick and aimed. He let a string of spittle drip down onto his exposed dickhead. Then he gripped his nice thick boner in his full hand and began stroking it. He took five or six rapid strokes then slowly pulled the skin all the way down until it tugged his bright red dickhead downward. He held it there for a second before giving it another five or six quick strokes. After each pause, he gave a little grunt before resuming the fast jacking motion. I could hear his shortened breathing pattern as he progressed. After about four times following that pattern he started jacking it fast and steady. I heard the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and he was blowing air out of his mouth in short puffs in time with the stroking motion. Suddenly, he pulled the skin all the way down and held it tight. He stiffened all over and cried out "Ach Mensch." A shot of white cum blasted out of his dick clear up out of the frame onto his upper chest. He relaxed a moment then stiffened again for a second blast. He stroked it slowly as more cum bubbled out of his spout. At the end, he squeezed the last of it out of his tube and the pointy spout of skin, and then he lifted his cum covered hand out of the frame. I guessed he lifted it up to his face to smell it or maybe taste it. Then he reeled off some toilet paper and started wiping up.
I was stroking my dick and wanted to cum from watching him do it, so I restarted the video. I was stroking myself and just getting to the good part where he started slapping it fast and blowing out the puffs of air, when I was startled by Karl's voice, "Ach, zere you are. What are you doing?"
I jumped and slammed down the lid of the Mac book. "Uhh, I was just uhh, answering some emails. He looked at me suspiciously but didn't press me.
"Ja, I zink you are doing zomezing else," he snickered and winked.
"Hey, would you get me some more apple juice, please. I opened a box of it." I hoped that would distract him long enough to log out and stash the camera. It worked. My boner had already started shrinking and was covered back up when he brought me my juice.
"We can go to ze restaurant for breakfast, zen we should get John to his lesson by nine o'clock," suggested Karl. He brought me a glass of apple juice as I stuffed the camera into the pocket of my robe. "If you are finished wiz your emails, we should wake ze ozers. Are you going to make a shower?"
"Uh, no, I'll shower after we finish riding. No point in it now. By the way, this cake your mom made is balls. I love the cherry filling in the middle of it. She's an amazing cook."
"Ja, I zink so also."
We went in to wake the other two boys and when John realized he was entangled with Heinrich, he reacted nervously by pulling quickly away and snatching the comforter up over his bare chest. "Sleep good?" I asked.
"Umm, yes," John said.
"That's good," I said standing there. "Did you two have fun playing last night?"
He gave me the deer in headlights stare then said, "Yeah, we played FIFA. Heinrich is pretty good at it. He won most of the games," John said.
"Cool. Did you play anything else?" I asked. I was being merciless on him. I was totally laughing to myself inside. Karl stood behind me trying not to laugh.
"Nuh-uh," answered John looking away from me.
Heinrich had stirred by now and looked equally, if not more, uncomfortable than John did at our presence. Karl instructed his little brother using that big brother tone of superiority "Get up and get out of your pajamas so we can go to breakfast."
"Yeah, both of you need to get up now, so we can get you to your lesson on time," I added as I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers. I turned away and pulled them on under my robe.
"Okay, we'll get up when you guys leave," Heinrich said.
"Why so shy?" I asked and added, "You were in the hot tub last night naked, so what's the big deal about us seeing you in your pajamas?" I could see the distress on their faces as they struggled to come up with a legitimate reason not to get out of bed.
"I need to talk to John in secret for a minute," Heinrich said.
"What about?" Karl asked.
"It's a secret, stupid head," Heinrich shot back.
Karl flashed with an angry look, "Watch your mouth, sheisskopf."
The last thing I wanted was for this to end in a battle. I had an idea. "I'll be right back. Nobody move." I ran into the bathroom and retrieved my socks from the trash can and pulled them on quickly. I made sure the big toe was sticking out and ran back to the bedroom. I stopped at the foot of the bed and wiggled it at John and said, "The tickle toe monster says it's time to get out of bed!"
Karl and Heinrich looked at me like I was crazy. John's eyes widened and he shrieked, "NO!" Clutching the comforter tightly under his chin, he said, "You promised no more tickling without me saying it's okay."
"Ahhh, that's right, but I never said anything about Heinrich," I grabbed the comforter and tossed it up and jumped into the bed and pushed my toe up to Heinrich's ribs and started wiggling it against him.
"Stop! Stop!" squealed Heinrich. He began squirming and evading me. Soon, everyone was laughing. As he squirmed and wiggled, my toe landed in his crotch and I brushed against his soft, little ball sac and he really squealed when that happened. I purposely went after that spot a couple more times after that. In the confusion of the attack, I grabbed a fistful of the comforter and slung it off and away from them. Both boys cried and scrambled to opposite edges of the bed.
"Aha!" I said. "No wonder they didn't want to get up. We have a couple little nudie boys."
After the laughter died down, I pulled the socks back off and tossed them in the trash can. John had retrieved a pair of clean boxers and Heinrich had run out with his hands covering his small goodies. "I am so burning those socks tonight," John said grinning. "The toe monster must die."
We all dressed quickly after that and headed for breakfast back at the main hotel. It was really good. We had hard rolls with butter and different jams on them. We had yogurt and a small bowl of something called muesli with granola oats, nuts, raisins and brown sugar in it. It was really good.
While we were eating, I asked Heinrich if he had a nickname since Heinrich seemed like a hard name to say. He smiled and said, "Ja, my mutti calls me Heiny."
I sprayed apple juice across the table as I broke out laughing. I grabbed my napkin and looked at John who was laughing with me. Karl and Heiny looked at us perplexed. "Sorry, it's just that Heiny in English is a slang word for a little kid's bum." Karl seemed delighted to hear that news.
"Perfect!" declared Karl. "From now on I'm calling you 'Little Bum' Heiny."
"Du bist bloed!" said Heiny angrily.
"Okay, you two no fighting," I said. "Let's get going."
"Ja, hurry and finish your muesli, Little Bum," prodded Karl. Heiny was glaring at his brother.
"Karl, please don't start anything. Let's just have fun together," I pleaded. He just shrugged.
On the way back to the villa, Karl and I fell back a bit as the other two raced each other for bragging rights. "Hey, Karl, you know my big brother is a lot older than me kind of like you and Heiny. I know sometimes I would bug him and sometimes he'd get mad at me. It really made me sad when he did. I was just being a dumb kid and didn't mean to make him mad. It really hurt my feelings when he did get mad though. Don't be too hard on Heiny when he gets annoying, okay?"
"Were you sad when he left for college?"
"I didn't think I would be. I thought I'd be glad to have everything to myself. Now my brother's gone, I really miss him a lot. He says he misses me too and we both wish we'd been better friends to each other. I mean, you can do what you want, but I'm just saying it seems like you're a little hard on Heiny sometimes."
"Ja, okay. I understand what you are meaning. I will try better," Karl promised.
When we got in the room, John and Heiny were almost fully dressed in their riding gear. Karl and I hurried and suited up, grabbed our boards and climbed the small ridge outside our villa and strapped into our boards. John and Heiny were already headed down the slope to the main lift area. John didn't look that bad on the board. He wasn't like a total beginner. Heiny was carving enough to stay even with him so he wouldn't leave him behind. I took the chance to point out to Karl how nice Heiny was being to John.
I was so freakin' excited to be boarding. I loved it. I loved the thrill of speeding down the hill, carving back and forth, getting air and pulling off tricks. I loved pushing myself to the edge of my ability without crashing. I always wanted to try something new or to do an old trick a little better. It's good my parents insist on me wearing a helmet. I was glad to see Karl and Heiny wearing one too. I was worried about that kind of.
We got John and Heiny set up with the lesson along with the Prime Minister's grandson, Antonio Luca Bartolini. When we were introduced, it was sort of like looking into a mirror. Antonio had a roundish face with olive complexion and jet black hair with a natural curl to it. I was on the small side for my age and he was a bit on the large side for twelve making us similar height. I was taller but not by that much. He had the same small nose and dark, penetrating eyes. He had a small mouth like mine with a quick, but shy smile. He had one thing I didn't have, and that was a massive body guard, Giordano, or Gio as he called him. Well, make that two things - he also had a billionaire grandfather. Little Antonio is the only son of the only son of Antonio Bartolini, the billionaire turned politician who is the Prime Minister of Italy. Antonio is the intended heir to the dynasty and is being groomed for that purpose. His sisters were there also but they were taking skiing lessons instead of boarding. He spoke good English and John and Heiny struck it off well with him right away.
Once they were all sorted out and on their way up the bunny hill with their instructor, Karl and I headed to the main lift. It was a high speed lift and took us up to the midway spot where we caught a second lift to the top. I stepped on my stomp pad and guided my board to the right when we got off the lift. Karl and I plopped down in the snow and strapped our back feet into our boards. I had butterflies in my stomach. I was excited and nervous to be going down this black diamond run. It was steep and had a skiff of powder from overnight flurries.
"This is gonna be so balls," I said after strapping in and popping up.
"Ja, let's go." Karl was amazing. Even on the steep hill with the moguls he could drop in straight and get flying before he would start carving off speed. He could carve so deep that he could touch the uphill side of the snow with his hand. I had to constantly carve my way down to keep from hitting speeds that were over my ability to manage. Soon, though, I was following his example and would drop straight a little longer each time and carve a bit deeper. Karl would pop off a mogul and whip around 180 degrees from regular to goofy.
I had done that often enough off on rails and boxes but not really just off moguls. He seemed to float over the snow as though he were not even in contact with it, flowing gracefully without effort. He was careful to slow up and make sure he wasn't ditching me. The further along we went, the more at ease I became and was relaxing more and more and flowing better. Snowboarding is all about being loose and flowing. Toward the end of the upper black diamond section, I attempted a 180 off a mogul and didn't quite get around, catching an edge. I was propelled forward going pretty fast. I'd crashed enough to know not to put my hands out and risk a broken wrist, so I pulled my arm in, dipped my shoulder and rolled into the impact. I tumbled a ways skidding to a stop face down in the snow. I lay there long enough to determine I hadn't broken anything and then lifted my legs and swung them to the downhill side and rolled onto my butt. Karl called up to me from his spot below, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm okay," I responded. "Just my neck and shoulder are kind of sore." I pulled my gloves off and brushed the snow from my face. I found my iPod cord and plugged it back into the speakers in my helmet to get the tunes flowing again. I pushed myself up and rode down to Karl.
"Zat was a good one." He laughed now that he could see I wasn't seriously hurt.
"Glad I could entertain you." I joined in the humor of it. I'm not sure why seeing someone crash is so entertaining. I only wish I had it on video so I could watch it myself. "Let's head down to the board park," I suggested.
"Okay, follow me." Karl put his goggles on and took off down the hill. I followed behind and we cut over to a second area and caught another short lift that dumped us at the entrance to the board park. It was amazing. Karl could do the sickest tricks ever. I'd never ridden a half pipe before since the California resort I go to all the time doesn't have one. Karl could fly out of the top of the pipe and do a full 360 before dropping back into it and over to the other side. I crashed a few more times until I finally mastered a 180. Then it got really fun. I wanted to do it over and over. Karl's best trick was to come out of the pipe, do like a hand stand on the edge, and flip over backward into the pipe. I wasn't even going to attempt anything like that. There were some balls jumps and I was getting sick air off them. I even pulled off a 360 on the biggest one that gave you a lot of hang time.
It was a perfect day. The morning fog burned off and the sun was shining. Karl insisted that I put on sunblock twice. He was fanatical about not getting burned. I wondered if John and Heiny were protecting themselves. After a couple hours, I got a little lightheaded from the altitude, I guess. I had to take a break. I got winded faster too from the thin air. But I was having soooo much fun, I only sat out one run while Karl did another black diamond through the trees. I wasn't sure I wanted to try that anyway.
Finally, around two o'clock, we headed into the lodge for something to eat. I got a large bowl of soup and some kind of dark bread Karl said was good. I grabbed a Ritter Sport candy bar and an apple. Karl just waved at the cashier as we walked around the line of people waiting to pay. So freakin' cool! The soup was amazingly good and the hot soup felt really good. Once my belly was full, I was suddenly soooo tired and my shoulder and neck were stiffening up. One minute I was telling Karl how balls he was in the pipe and then next minute he was shaking me awake. I had actually fallen asleep on the table. Karl cleared our table and walked with me down to the big orange snow cat that shuttled me back to the villa.
"Dude, I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm so tired. I thought I was in better shape."
Karl laughed and said, "It's jet lag. At your home it is, umm ..." he crinkled his brow and calculated, "four o'clock in ze morning. I remember how hard it was for me zere for a few days to adjust."
"Oh, wow; that's it I guess. It sucks though, I want to keep riding."
"Ja, naturlich, but go to sleep now und I will come wake you for ze night runs." I nearly fell asleep again riding the short distance to the villa in the shuttle. I got my board and sort of sleepwalked into the villa. I dumped my board in the closet and sat down to pull off my boots. I could hardly keep my eyes open. I climbed out of my coat and pants and flannel. I took off my t-shirt and socks and was down to my boxers. I took a quick pit stop and wavered in front of the toilet until I forced out a small stream of pee. I walked into the bedroom and saw a lump in the bed. I pulled back the comforter and looked at the mostly naked body of John sleeping soundly in his boxers. I rubbed my hand along the back of his leg and up under the seam of his boxers. His skin was so soft and smooth. I liked the feeling of how his nice round butt rose up from his legs into a nice mound. He was so wiped out; he didn't react at all to my touch. I thought about trying to roll him over and play with his dick a little bit, but I was too tired myself. I climbed over the top of him and snuggled up against him, pressing myself against his warm body and pulled the comforter up over both of us and slipped into unconsciousness.
Karl woke us by turning on the radio loudly in the bedroom. I blinked my eyes open to find a fleshy pink digit directly in front of my face. As I returned to conscious thought, I realized it was attached to the size 7 foot of my little friend, John. On one of my crazy impulses, I leaned up and sucked it into my mouth and nibbled on it. I laughed hard as John jerked away and squealed. It seems he had wiggled himself completely upside down in the large bed. Karl joined in the laughter and suggested we hurry and get up so we could get a couple hours of night skiing in. We jumped out of bed and scurried to get dressed. In a dream I don't remember I must have pulled my boxers off and was naked again. I retrieved them from the bottom end of the bed.
"Do you Americans always sleep naked, or are you two actually nudists?" Karl asked jokingly. All the while we dressed, John filled me in on his adventures with the snowboarding lessons. He was chattering nonstop about how much better he was now and how cool Antonio was to be with. He told me that Heiny was trying to get him to come over to our villa and hang out with us but he had to ask his grandpa.
We strapped in and headed back to the lift. John agreed to go to an intermediate hill with us and we all rode up together. John did okay and we did several runs with him before he decided he would go back to the villa and then try to find Heiny and Antonio. I think he realized he was holding Karl and me back, even though we didn't complain at all. We followed John over to the shuttle snow-cat and just before it took off, John jumped back out and grabbed his board.
"Guys, wait up!" he called after us. When he caught up he was winded and between huffs, he explained, "I saw one of those guys."
"What guys?" Karl asked.
"Those BAS guys your dad was talking about. He was in the back row and leaned forward over the seat to look at me when I was climbing in and he pulled himself forward and his sleeve went up his arm a little and I saw the tattoo."
"Are you sure?" I asked, "Maybe it was just a similar tattoo. Why would they be here?"
"No, I'm sure of it," insisted John. His voice was shaking and fear was in his eyes.
"It just doesn't make any sense. Maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe he's just here skiing and it doesn't mean anything," I said trying to calm him down. I didn't really believe it myself and John wasn't buying it either.
"Don't leave me alone. What if they really are trying to kidnap me?" John started crying.
"Okay, relax," Karl said. "Let's go talk with my fazer."
We went back to the shuttle stop and waited for the return of the shuttle. When it arrived, John peered in the windows and shook his head. "No, he got off; he's not in there."
We boarded and rode to our villa. We quickly stashed our boards and stripped back out of our gear, donned our regular coats and trekked toward the main hotel. Fortunately, we found Karl's father in the lobby meeting with some craftsmen about a repair. He could sense our impatience and asked us to go to their apartment behind the front desk.
We waited in the library where I pulled the history book back out and read again about the BAS terror organization. I was wishing that I had my laptop with me to do some more current research. I rubbed my sore neck and shoulders. At last, Herr Baumgartner came into the room.
"What do you boys need?" He asked, "You seemed very impatient."
"Vater," Karl began, "John thought he saw one of the BAS men on the shuttle just ..."
"No," interrupted John, "I'm sure I saw one. He had the same tattoo on his arm as the guy on the plane and the guy who tried to grab me in the airport. Plus, he was trying to get a good look at my face, like he was making sure it was me."
Karl's father sat down and was quiet for a few moments. "Yes, well. I'm not sure what to make of zat. I zink it would be wise to contact ze Polizei." John and I looked toward Karl.
"Polizei means police," he explained to us.
"Good," John and I both said it at the same time. It was a huge relief to hear the idea of getting the police involved.
"Perhaps you should stay in ze hotel instead of ze villa," suggested Herr Baumgartner.
"What if you just increase a security patrol?" Karl asked, hoping not to have to come back home.
"Ja, is probably nozing to worry about rrreally," Herr Baumgartner said, "Maybe just a coincidence." His reassurance didn't really make us believe it any more than when I had said it. I rubbed my neck and shoulder and groaned softly. "What is ze matter, David?"
"I hurt my neck snowboarding today. I'm really stiffening up."
"Ach, schade," Herr Baumgartner sympathized and suggested, "Ze Kur Spa is just closing, I can call and arrange for a massage for you if you would like?"
"Yeah, sure!" I wholeheartedly agreed.
"What about John and I, Vater, can we get one also?" Karl asked shooting a look toward his father that I assumed was his version of my own lost puppy look when I wanted a favor from my parents.
"Ja, massages for all," he pronounced and dialed a code on his cell phone. "Zey are waiting for you. I will alert security zat you will need extra patrols by your villa for a few days. Keep your eyes open und if you see anyzing, let me know. I will call ze polizei now." He got up and headed for his office. We smiled and jumped up, looking forward to a massage.
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