That's Never Stopped Me Before

If anyone had ever told Robert E. Hogan he’d enjoy being a prisoner in the toughest POW camp in all of Germany, he would’ve told them they were nuts. And if that same person had added he’d fall in love with his warden, he would’ve told them to go see a shrink. Especially when said warden was the same gender he was. Homosexuality was against the law, both in Germany and the United States. If he was caught doing anything even remotely sexual with a male, he would lose his commission at best. At worst, he would be stripped of any rank, given a dismissal and thrown in prison with a felony charge against him.(1) That was why it wasn’t a decision any man made on a whim.

Despite everything, though, there was something about Wilhelm Klink he’d found attractive from the start. Hogan still couldn’t say for certain what that was. It might’ve been the way Klink implacably trusted him, Robert, to get him out of trouble every time he found himself in hot water. Maybe it was the pretty blue doe eyes he possessed. Maybe it was the shy manner in which he smiled or the graceful way he moved. Or maybe it was how handsome Klink looked on his knees, dressed in only his Luftwaffe riding pants and jackboots. The last one was probably it. All of the other things helped too, of course.

Hogan had to admit one thing: the Prussian colonel was excellent at giving head. He groaned softly, thoroughly enjoying his prize for winning the game of chess they’d just finished. His counterpart’s talented mouth soon had him gripping the sheets and arching his back. Klink knew exactly what he liked, which was why he often drew Hogan close to the edge before toying with him. He couldn’t complain, however. Hogan did the exact same thing whenever their positions were reversed. Competition was a founding principle of every game they played. He fumbled for a pillow, burying his face into it to muffle the cry of pleasure he let out when he came.

“Hm, perhaps I should let you win more often,” Klink chuckled as Hogan bonelessly fell backwards onto the bed. “I enjoy your reactions immensely.”

“Let me win? Yeah, keep dreaming,” Hogan panted. “If anything, I let you win, Wil.”

“You wish.”

“Keep talking and I’ll put my dick back in your mouth,” Hogan told him. “It’s a great way to shut you up.”

“You cannot threaten me with a good time, Robert,” Klink replied with a smile. “Besides, that would all but silence you as well, so I am fine with that idea.”

“Smart ass.”

“Well, I had an excellent teacher.” Klink took a seat on the bed and kissed him. “I enjoy every second of our time together, you know. Especially the nights when you are on your knees and my hand is in your hair. Had I known you would look so stunning with a mouth full of cock, I would have filled it with mine the day you arrived at my camp.”

“Mm, you don’t look so bad that way either,” Hogan murmured. “Unfortunately, I can’t do the same thing to you ‘cause you’re molting. Still waiting for the re-growing part of that process to kick in.”

“Hmmph,” Klink grumbled, kissing Hogan again. “You Americans and your sense of humor.”

“At least we have one,” Hogan teased. He reached down to rub Klink through his uniform pants. “So, do I get to see this tonight or what?”

“No…er, perhaps,” Klink quickly amended. No matter what he did, he could never refuse the American for very long. Hogan’s boyish charm and puppy dog eyes got to him every time! “It all depends on if you are willing to try something new this evening.”

“Like what, Wil?”

“I would like to introduce you to the pleasure intercourse between two males can bring,” Klink began. “I would prepare you with some lubricant on my fingers first, of course. The last thing I want is to hurt you.”

“You want us to have sex?” Hogan questioned. He furrowed his eyebrows together. “I don’t understand. Neither of us are women; there’s no hole to –” He cut himself off, his eyes widening when it dawned on him what Klink was suggesting. “Hold on a second, are you saying you wanna stick your dick up my…up there?”

“That is correct,” Klink confirmed. “I have not suggested it before now because you are still new to…well, this type of relationship. However, I have done many things you suggested, even when they involved one of more of your shenanigans. I think it is only right you try something I suggest for once.” He stroked Hogan’s cheek with one hand. “Only if you feel comfortable with the idea, of course. I have no desire to scare you away.”

“I can’t say if I am or not, Wil. I don’t even know how this would work,” the American pointed out. “You’re hung, just like me. I just don’t see how that thing’s gonna fit, you know?”

“You will understand everything in time,” he promised. “Do you trust me enough to make both of us see stars? Or are you not bold enough to chance it yet?”

Klink was well aware his last question had been a tiny bit manipulative. He felt returning the favor after all the times the tables had been turned was completely justified. Yet he still wanted his counterpart to feel comfortable with the idea before he did anything else. Klink had gathered everything ahead of time to make this encounter as comfortable as possible, though, just in case he said yes. The kommandant was unwilling to risk hurting Hogan because he had been ill prepared. Besides, Klink knew how he operated. There were times when, despite being hesitant, Hogan would make a decision solely based on the adrenaline factor. What he wanted was for his lover to show a little faith in him. They’d been together for several months now – surely that wasn’t too much to ask.

“Of course I trust you. I wouldn’t be in your bed if I didn’t,” Hogan said. He blew out a breath of air. “Alright, sure. We can give it a shot. What uh, what do you need me to do for this to work?”

“Anything I tell you to do.”

“Don’t ask for miracles now.”

“I meant regarding tonight,” Klink responded. “You can start by removing the rest of your clothing for me.”

“If you wanted to do some ogling, you could’ve just said so,” Hogan joked while he quickly stripped off the rest of his uniform. “I know I’m good looking.”

Klink raised an eyebrow. “Conceited much, Robert?”

“It’s not conceit if it’s true,” he replied with a smirk. He posed on the bed with one knee bent, clearly unashamed of his nudity. “Go on, admire me as much as you want.”

Klink didn’t bother to verbally reply. He was too busy drinking in the sight of the handsome man he called his lover. All the running and other exercise Robert did in the name of his operation had left him with a slender, toned frame. His black hair made his tawny skin appear to glow. When combined with his bright smile, it was a killer combination. Klink licked his lips before tearing his gaze away. He reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a disposable rubber glove, a container of petroleum jelly and a condom. All were necessary, either for hygienic purposes or comfort ones.

He set the condom on top of the nightstand before opening the container. After putting on the glove, he dipped three fingers into it. Klink remembered from his WW1 experiences how not being stretched enough had always made the experience uncomfortable at first. It also left one very sore afterwards, occasionally impeding their ability to walk and/or sit properly. Therefore, he intended to make sure Hogan was as prepared as possible. The American was worth taking his time for. He began fondling Hogan’s cock with one hand, using the other to tease his entrance. Going slowly would pay off in the end for both of them.

“Don’t clench,” Klink murmured. “It will only make everything more difficult for you.”

“I can’t help it. This feels really weird,” Hogan complained. He grunted as a finger slid inside him. “I don’t think this is gonna work out.”

“You have hardly given me a chance to do anything, Robert,” Klink said. He held his hand still, giving the man a minute to adjust. “Are you truly giving up already?”

“No!”

“Somehow, I did not think so. You are far too stubborn to concede anything that easily.” He began slowly moving the finger back and forth. While his free hand continued its previous task, he swallowed every noise Hogan made with kisses. “How does that feel, hm?”

“Not too bad,” Hogan confessed. He moved his legs apart some, wanting to get a foothold so he could arch up into Klink’s grip. “A little strange, but it’s not uncomfortable.”

“Good,” Klink remarked, adding another finger. “What about that?”

“Ooh, okay. Okay okay okay,” Hogan panted. “Don’t put any more in, Wil. I can’t take it.”

“I will not add any more for now…unless you ask me to,” Klink promised. “However, I will have to add a third one at some point.”

“But it won’t fit!”

“I disagree. In the trenches, I once read a book which described how the human anus can expand up to eight inches,” the kommandant told him. He smiled. “I may be well endowed, but I assure you, I am nowhere near that wide.”

“Thank you for the horrifying mental image,” Hogan muttered. “I could have lived the rest of my life without knowing that information.”

“You’re welcome,” Klink said brightly. “I am always happy to educate you about new things.”

He kept toying with Hogan’s cock, smirking when he bit his lip. If a man was turned on enough, he would relax. He knew this from first-hand experience. Klink ran a thumb over the most sensitive spots, doing everything he could to make his lover whimper. He loved watching how responsive Hogan was after he reached a certain point. The two fingers inside of his lover began to move. Slowly at first, but quickly building momentum while Hogan writhed under his touch. Klink twisted them, looking for the spongy spot he knew was in there.

A loud moan was heard once he found it. Klink kissed him still again, quickly cutting off the sound. The last thing they needed was to draw any attention to themselves. He added a third finger, mentally noting how Hogan barely registered the act. That was a good thing – the lack of resistance meant he was nearly ready. He spent a few minutes using all three fingers to finish stretching the inner walls. A mix of fast and slow thrusts soon had Hogan rocking against his hand. A subconscious action, no doubt, but it was the last sign Klink needed. He removed his fingers, thoroughly enjoying hearing the American whine while he stripped off the glove.

“No, don’t stop,” Hogan pleaded. “Please, Wil, that felt so good!”

Klink smiled. “I take it you would like some more then?”

“Yeah, I…” Hogan swallowed hard, his brown eyes dark with lust. “I think I might be able to handle three fingers now.”

“That was all three fingers, Robert,” Klink informed him. “You took all of it rather easily and practically begged me for more.”

“I did?”

“Yes. I think you are ready to receive my cock now,” Klink said in a husky voice. He ran a thumb over Hogan’s frenulum, making the American whimper. “Give me a moment to put on the condom; then I will claim you.”

“Okay,” Hogan rasped. “Hurry, please.”

He watched Klink’s every move intently. Hogan hadn’t been too sure about this in the beginning, but now he was more turned on than he’d ever been before. His dick throbbed with need. He spread his legs a little more when instructed to, crying out in pleasure when he was filled once more. His hole convulsed a few times. Hogan’s eyelashes fluttered as he wrapped his shaking legs around his lover, barely giving Klink enough leeway to thrust into him. This was bliss and he never wanted to move. Every hit against the strange spongy bump made stars burst behind his eyes. Multiple low moans – and a few pleas – fell from his lips.

“Yes, take it,” Klink purred. “Who is in charge of this camp, you or I?”

“I am,” Hogan gasped. “Always have been.”

“I do not think so.” He sped up his pace a bit, enjoying how much of a wreck he was making of the American underneath him. “Try again.”

“I, I, I am!”

Well, that hadn’t worked, so it appeared a change of tactics was in order. Klink smirked. He slowed his pace to a more leisurely one, taking great delight in the sounds of frustration Hogan made. Two could play this game. Besides, it gave him a chance to catch his breath. He hated to admit it, but he wasn’t as young as he’d used to be. If he wasn’t careful, he would use up all his energy ahead of schedule.

“Don’t slow down now!” Hogan begged. “Please, I’m so close!”

“And you shall stay that way until you give me the correct answer to my question,” Klink said, letting out an evil laugh. Perhaps it was cheating, but he played to win. Not that he often did, of course, although he always made the effort. “Once more, I ask you: who is in charge of this camp, Robert? You or I?”

“You are,” he moaned. “Oh God…”

“Say it again.”

“You are!” Hogan wailed. He thrashed about on the bed, making a complete spectacle of himself while his dick was toyed with. Having the pleasure assault his senses while he was being thoroughly fucked made his eyes roll back in his head. “You are, you are, you are!”

“Very good,” Klink grunted. “And don’t…you…forget it!”

He increased his pace back to the tempo he’d had before. He’d forgotten how exhausting actual intercourse was when he’d suggested this plan. Even so, it was worth the drain on his stamina. Klink would never forget the sight of Hogan moaning and writhing underneath him for as long as he lived. Nor would he forget how good it felt to orgasm at the same time his lover painted both of their stomachs white. Klink barely had enough energy to pull out and toss the used condom in the rubbish bin before collapsing onto his side.

Hogan stared up at the ceiling, not really seeing anything because his eyeballs were still spinning in his head. That had, without a doubt, been the best thing he’d ever agreed to. He didn’t know for certain where Klink had learned everything he’d done, but he wanted the same knowledge for himself. If all sex with someone of the same gender felt this great, that explained why homosexuality was illegal! If it ever became a legal option – and other males ever found out how good it felt – Hogan knew quite a few men who’d choose this over a wife who complained about having sex. After a few minutes, he managed to turn his head and look at Klink.

“Hey, you okay over there?”

“Ja, just tired. That took a lot out of me,” Klink said. “Did you have fun, Robert?”

“Sure did,” he responded. “I’d definitely do it again.”

“Then you admit I was right,” Klink said. He pitched his voice upward. “I can’t take it…it’s not going to work…it’s not going to fit…”

“Can it, Wil.”

Klink chuckled softly. “That is not a no.”

“I stand by what I said,” Hogan told him, using a faux indignant tone because he could. “Speaking of which, you know I was just joking when I said you run this camp, right?”

“You were not,” Klink replied confidently. “I could hear it your voice.”

“Pfft, you must’ve been imagining things again,” Hogan scoffed. He rolled over to face the Prussian colonel and winked. “Now if you still think you’re running things here, I have a way to find out to find out once and for all.”

Klink furrowed his eyebrows together. “How?”

“Next time, let me claim you instead,” Hogan answered. “If what you’re saying is true, you won’t admit otherwise, no matter what I do. If it’s not, well…I guess we’ll know which colonel is really in charge of Stalag 13, huh?”

“It is a deal,” Klink told him with a smile. “Try as you might, Robert, I will never concede defeat. Even you are not that persuasive.”

Hogan grinned. “I look forward to proving you wrong, Wil.”

“Hmmph,” Klink grumbled. “Typical cocky American; all of you think you’re better than everyone else. They said the same thing in the last war.”

“And we proved it too, huh?”

“Mmmpf!”

Hogan laughed as he snuggled up against his lover. Yes, it was good to be a prisoner of war in his case. He had everything he wanted: a command he could run however he wanted, good teammates that were also loyal friends, and a man he loved. Life in Nazi Germany was as perfect as it was going to get for him. And the next time they went to fool around, Hogan would ensure he and Klink both knew exactly which colonel was running their camp. That was a guarantee.

(1) A dismissal is equivalent to a dishonorable discharge, but for officers. Same thing, different name.