Russia - My Home - 48. Chapter 48 The Berlin Adventure

Note: Vlad’s adventures with Adam and Noah as well as Jake and Rob from 1959 to 1965 were covered in the two previous chapters. This and the final chapter to be published soon will discuss additional adventures of Vlad from 1959 to 1965. While the final chapter of this book will be published soon the adventures of Vlad and his friends will continue in the third book of the series.

1959 to 1961

Vlad was sitting between Adam and Mrs. Stetson in a small concert hall in Cuyahoga Falls, a suburb of Akron. Noah was one of the violinist performing in a string quartet. Vlad and Adam had driven from Cleveland to the Friday evening concert having first picked up Mrs. Stetson who asked to be escorted since her husband had no interest in classical music. As they listened to Dvorak’s American Quartet half hour long piece Vlad’s mind wondered and he began thinking about the many turns in his life. His professional life was extremely rewarding. He was both a respected professor popular with his students as well as a noted researcher. His papers related to Soviet / American relations were recognized with admiration by his peers. Frequently he was contacted by newspapers or TV reporters to give his perspective on the fragile relationship between the Soviet Union and the USA. He had had a number of articles accepted in prestigious publications and had presented papers at professional meetings. He had easily been promoted to the rank of Assistant Professor in less time than normal and he was on the path to being qualified to apply for the rank of Associate Professor. He had friends and colleagues in both Washington and Cleveland that supported him.

As the music continued his mind moved to his personal life. He had had many relationships. First there was Franz, his teacher in Moscow. That abruptly ended as the Germans marched across Poland toward the Soviet Union. He became an aide to General Valery Karasyovl. This respected officer was a brilliant military leader. To some he was harsh and ruthless. To Vlad he was a tender lover. That relationship abruptly ended with the conclusion of the war and the general’s knowledge that he must escape since he had earned the wrath of Stalin who needed him in war time but not after the war. The American, Major Alan Walters, was another army officer tender lover. He continued to see the married major periodically as he traveled between Washington and Cleveland. The next man whose bed he happily entered was Reg in Washington. Reg was his USA mentor. He truly loved Reg although they would probably never live together as a couple. They were together about six months each year. His relationship with Adam, the man he now sat next to, was the closest he had every had that resembled two men living and loving together. However, this relationship was doomed by the color barrier. The white Vlad and Negro Adam would never be accepted (or at least that was the thought in the 1950s and 1960s) as a couple. Adam had moved on to a relationship with a handsome Negro, Noah. Vlad fully supported this relationship of his former lover. Adam used a room in Vlad’s apartment as a studio frequently. Adam and Noah stayed in the apartment studio most weekends, sleeping in a room across the hall from Vlad. Until a week ago Vlad’s relationship with the lovers had been completely platonic. To Vlad’s surprise Noah had suggested a sexual encounter. Vlad would not encourage such encounters in the future but would not refuse the offer. As he thought about this he pressed his knee against Adam’s. Adam pressed back. Vlad wiggled his leg. Adam wiggled with him. He was sure that if the room was dark and he reached for Adam’s hand it would be accepted.

Adam and Noah were in a couples’ relationship. Jake and Rob, the two young men he and Reg had mentored as they moved from families and communities in rural areas that would not accept their relationship to a city where such relationships could easily been hidden were a happy couple now living in Washington. He admired his friends Roland and Alex with their living and loving together of over twenty-five years. These couples and Reg were his family. He knew they loved him as family and would support him.

There was a small reception after the concert. Adam introduced Vlad and Mrs. Stetson to Noah’s parents, brother and one of his sisters. They seemed to accept Adam as part of their family and knew Mrs. Stetson by reputation since both Noah and the cousin of Noah’s mother who cleaned her home spoke highly of her. .

Noah would be spending the weekend in Cleveland staying with Adam in his studio across the hall from Vlad. After dropping off Mrs. Stetson Vlad told the two to remain in the back seat as he drove home. He knew they would be willing to express their love for each other without any concern that Adam could observe their loving actions in the rear view mirror. Vlad was aware that each had exploded into the mouth of the other in the cramped back seat. When they arrived home Noah asked Vlad if he and Adam could sleep in the big bed that night. Vlad, horny from witnessing the loving in the back seat, gladly invited them to his bed.

August 1961

Vlad was sitting in his office reading the latest available issue of the New York Times about the news of the Soviets having just closed the crossings in Berlin between the eastern and western sectors. This ‘Wall’ as it was called had suddenly divided the city separating families and friends. While its erection was not a total surprise the swiftness was. As he sat reading the paper his phone rang.

“Hello, Professor Melnikov speaking.”

Vlad soon realized he was speaking to the USA ‘Under-Secretary of State’. He was being asked to go to Washington as soon as possible to discuss the happenings in Berlin. The Under-Secretary pointed out that Vlad would be a perfect candidate to help interpret the Soviet Union actions in Berlin. As a member of Soviet Intelligence during the war, as someone who spoke both Russian and German fluently, as a former advisor in the Pentagon after arriving in the USA and as a respected researcher of Soviet affairs Vlad would be of major assistance to the USA in Berlin. The next morning Vlad flew to Washington. This was his first flight on a commercial airplane. His only other flights had been on Soviet airplanes during the war and the USA troop transport that had brought him to the USA. That afternoon he met with the Under-Secretary who asked him to go to Berlin. His refusal to go would have been unpatriotic and ruined relationships he needed to conduct his American / Soviet Union research. Refusing was not a concern as Vlad was excited by the prospect of returning to Berlin. The State Department had already contacted officials at the university and Vlad had been given a leave of absence without requesting one. After an intense week in Washington both in briefings at the State Department and sharing the bed of Reg, Rob and Jake he returned to Cleveland for two days to organize his affairs since he could be in Berlin for six months or more. The university, with the permission of the State Department, arranged a TV interview hosted by Dorothy Fuldheim, the first woman in the United States to have her own television news analysis program. Being interviewed by Fuldheim, based in Cleveland, was an honor as she traveled the world as the ‘First Lady of Television News’. Prior to World War II she had interviewed Benito Mussolini and Adolf Hitler. In addition to Vlad her post war interviews included the Duke of Windsor, Helen Keller, Barbara Walters and Martin Luther King Jr. While the university was losing a respected professor temporarily they were receiving substantial publicity.

The morning after the interview Vlad flew to Washington and then on to Berlin on a military transport. He was met at the Berlin airport by Army Corporal Bruce Coleman. This handsome young man would be his driver the first week in Berlin. He was taken by jeep directly to his home in Berlin, a small apartment on Uhlandstrasse just off the famous Kurfustendamm in the city center. The tiny two room apartment was perfect for Vlad since he wanted privacy more than luxury. The main room had minimal furniture. They was a small kitchen alcove with a sink, hot plate and small refrigerator. The tiny bedroom had a single bed and wardrobe for clothes storage. The extremely small bathroom contained a toilet and half size bathtub. The windows from the main room and bedroom overlooked a courtyard behind the building. Vlad was extremely satisfied. It was small but comfortable and most important, private.

Corporal Coleman had two envelopes for Vlad. The first contained deutschmarks for everyday living expenses. In addition to a salary in dollars that he would probably not need to spend he was given expense money in deutschmarks. The corporal explained as he handed Vlad the second envelope that every American male that was to be stationed in Germany received the information upon arrival in the envelope. With a smile he said that while it was not required that the contents be used it was required that they be available. Inside the envelope Vlad found six rubbers (condoms) and a brochure detailing the dangers of sexually transmitted diseases. Vlad returned the smile. “You may thank the US government for having given me these supplies and information. I assume I am not required to write a report on the use of the contents.” They both laughed.

Vlad requested that he and the corporal use first names when in private. Bruce asked him if he needed assistance in finding food or any other supplies he might need. Vlad assured Bruce that since he spoke German fluently he would have no problems. Bruce departed after telling Vlad he would pick him up at 8:00 the following morning.

Vlad took a walk in his new neighborhood. At a small restaurant he had curry wurst (Berlin’s famous grilled sausage with curry powder) and beer. He found a small store where he was able to purchase dark bread, jam, cheese and tea for breakfast. The store did not have coffee which was scarce in Berlin.

Precisely at 8:00 the following morning Bruce knocked on his door. Upon arrival at Army Headquarters he met with various officials and was given a tour of the building followed by settling in his private office where he began reviewing documents. The following day he participated in interviews which was more like interrogations of Soviet Army officers and enlisted men who had escaped to the American Sector of Berlin as the wall was constructed. These men who claimed that they preferred life in the west to the Soviet Union could have valuable information or they could be spies planted by the Soviets. His work routine included numerous meetings where his input concerning Soviet intentions was well received. He reviewed numerous Soviet documents preparing translations and his opinions on their contents. He always was invited to attend meetings that included Soviet officials. He was liked by his colleagues. They invited him to participate in after work activities. Vlad soon became an expert on Berlin bars. He also enjoyed solitary long walks in the city. During these walks he became aware that both ladies and men were available for encounters. The city was still rebuilding from the destruction of the war and many people were desperate for any source of income. Vlad resisted all temptations which were not easy as attractive young men approached him with offers he did not want to refuse but did. So far his fist had been his best and only sex mate in Berlin. He often thought of his driver, the handsome corporal, but was convinced the young man was totally straight.

He also thought of his former teacher and first love, Herr (Mr.) Franz Eberhardt who had taught high school in Berlin when he was forced to escape Germany following an incident with a student, the son of a Nazi official. Franz had told him the details of his encounters with Eric, the perfect Arian specimen: tall, blond, blue eyes and muscular. He vividly remembered Franz’s description of Eric’s dick as being long and thick. At sixteen it was impressive, bigger than most adult men’s with a blond bush crowning the masterpiece. Vlad began to fantasize about this ‘Eric’. Every time he saw a handsome blond, blue eyed German in his forties (the age Eric would be) he wondered if that was the man who had been the lust of and downfall of Franz. Vlad decided to attempt to find Eric. He had an identity card that permitted him to examine all war related documents and he frequently visited the Nazi archives. However, he did not know Eric’s last name.

Vlad knew the name of the school where Franz had taught and Eric attended. If school records had not been destroyed in the war the every efficient Germans would have them. He visited the head master of the school one afternoon with a plausible story. He told the head master that during the war a fellow soldier, Eric, had saved his life. (The head master would naturally assume Vlad had been a German soldier, he spoke German with no foreign accent). He told the head master they were under Soviet gun fire near Posen in Eastern Germany (today Poznan, Poland) and he had been wounded. Eric dragged him into a wooded area where they hid for two days until the Soviets retreated and the German retook the area. Eric tended to his wounds and saved his life. During those two days they talked about everything and Eric told him about his school in Berlin. After the war he was in hospitals for a year and eventually went to the USA where an uncle lived. He did not remember Eric’s last name. The head master was sympathetic to this wounded German war hero and took him to the cellar of the school where they found records from the 1930s. Vlad thanked the head master who returned to his office. After much searching Vlad found Teacher Franz Eberhardt class records. The last records available for Franz’s classes listed an Eric Mohr.

Two days later Vlad was researching Nazi army archives on official business. He took the opportunity to review files on soldiers named Eric Mohr. He found three with the approximate age of Franz’s Eric. Of these three only one was born in or near Berlin. With additional research he located an address in Berlin’s Charlottenburg section, a thirty minute walk from Vlad’s apartment.

The tall, blond, blue eyed middle aged man who answered Vlad’s knock was the image of Franz’s Eric that he had imagined. Vlad using his prepared speech stated, “Eric Mohr?” Eric replied yes with a ‘who the fuck are you expression on his face’. “I believe we have a mutual friend from high school. Herr Franz Eberhardt was my teacher after he departed Berlin after an incident.” At this point Eric smiled and invited him into his apartment. An attractive man about his age was sitting at the table.

“This is my friend, Gustav. Please sit down. Yes, Herr Eberhardt was my teacher.”

Vlad continued, “Maybe we should go out for a beer to discuss Herr Eberhardt. I do not want to bore Gustav with old school stories.”

Eric laughing, “If you are going to discuss what happened the day Herr Eberhardt left the school do not worry. I have told Gustav about all of my adventures. But what I am most concerned with is what happened after he hastily departed. I must admit I had a school boy crush on Herr Eberhardt.”

Vlad then told how Herr Eberhardt had escaped down the back stairs of the school, gone to the Russian Embassy and hid for a week, traveled to Breslau then Gdansk, taken a Russian freighter to Leningrad (St Petersburg today) and on to Moscow where he taught German. Eric interrupted when he told about the Soviet Embassy because he did not understand how a Berlin school teacher could be friends with a top official in the Embassy. When Vlad explained that Franz had met Misha of the Soviet Embassy while both were strolling in the Tiergarten Eric laughed as he fully understood the source of their friendship.

Vlad continued about how he was infatuated with his teacher. Eric interrupted to say he had felt the same way. Vlad then told how Franz suggested he move into his room since he was traveling an hour or more in cold trams both to and from school. He explained how he slept on the floor until the extremely bitter cold night when Franz invited him into his bed so both could keep the other warm. Vlad continued with details of what happens when two like minded men end up in bed. He concluded his story with the day the German Army began marching toward the Soviet Union and all Germans working in Moscow were transported to unknown places. He told how his friend the General had contacted authorities on Franz’s behalf and hopefully he was not sent to a death camp. The story had taken over an hour and both Eric and Vlad were in tears at the conclusion.

Gustav walked over to Vlad’s chair and put his hand on the Russian’s shoulders. He began massaging Vlad. This was the first time a man had touched him in over a month. As Gustav massaged Vlad relaxed. He was almost in a trance from the emotions brought on by telling the story and the warmth of the hands on him. Vlad reached up and put a hand over Gustav’s. Gustav continued then moved his hands to Vlad’s chest. Soon his hands were under Vlad’s shirt rubbing his chest and lightly pinching the hardening nipples. Vlad was then lifted out of the chair and led to the bedroom. Both Eric and Gustav gently pushed him onto the bed. First his shoes and socks were removed. Then while Eric pulled down his pants Gustav removed his shirt. Vlad now lay naked except for his under briefs. Both men were caressing and kissing every part of his body. Vlad then said: “Eric, Franz described your perfect body to me in detail. I must see your long thick impressive dick that at sixteen was bigger than most men with a blond bush crowning the masterpiece to confirm you are the correct Eric.”

Gustav laughed, “A perfect description. Show it my love.”

When Eric dropped his pants Vlad said: “May I continue what Franz had started that was rudely interrupted by the entering of the head master.” Eric moved closer and Vlad soon had the entire masterpiece deep in his throat.

The love making of the three continued intermittently all night.

The following evening the three visited a bar where men who enjoyed men met. Eric and Gustav introduced Vlad to their friends as the American Professor. They had suggested that Vlad not reveal that he was Russian by birth and had served in the Soviet Army. If someone questioned his ‘Russian name’ he could truthfully say that his parents had been born in Moscow. The assumption would be that his parents had immigrated to the USA.

A smiling young man walked up to Vlad and speaking in English said, “I understand you are an American working in Berlin. I am a student studying linguistics with a major in English. It would be a great pleasure for me to have a conversation with a very handsome American Professor, learn about American and practice speaking English.”

Naturally Vlad studied the student’s body as he spoke. He was short, stocky (appeared to be somewhat fat) whose Slavic face had a charming smile and dark piercing eyes. Vlad was seated and invited him to sit at the already crowded table. The student took an empty chair and squeezed it in next to Vlad. Their bodies were crushed against each other as they spoke which caused erotic sensations to flow through Vlad’s body. Vlad could not be positive that the student who introduced himself as Hartmut who he had just met in a ‘men’s bar’ was gay. Were their bodies pressed against each other because of the crowded condition at the table or was it intentional? When Hartmut got up to fetch beers for them he thought Vlad detected a bulge in his crotch. After forty-five minutes of discussion and English lessons Hartmut leaned in while putting his hand on Vlad’s leg and said, “Is there someplace quieter we can go to continue our discussion?” As he said this Vlad placed his hand on Hartmut’s thigh and moved it up to the young man’s hard dick.

“We could go to my apartment. It is about a twenty minute walk from here.”

Hartmut leaned in and kissed Vlad on the cheek, “You are a very interesting person.” As he said that Hartmut moved his hand to Vlad’s hard dick.

Vlad pushed his hand away, “I do not want to lose it before you use it. Let’s go!”

As soon as the door to the apartment closed they were in each other’s arms, kissing as they removed the other’s clothes. Vlad pushed his new friend away, “I want to savor your body. Please just stand still.” Vlad was pleased to discover that this short, stocky young man appeared to not have an ounce (gram) of fat on his stocky body. It was all muscle: muscular arms, legs and chest with a very small waist, the body of a model in the muscle magazines available at some newsstands in the USA.. While Vlad had assumed all muscle resulted in a little dick he was wrong. A masterpiece of at least seven inches (18 cm) pointed almost straight up. The head of this beautiful man piece was totally covered by stretched skin. Perfectly formed balls hung low. All was surrounded by a forest of black bush. “Please turn around.” The two round masses of ass muscles were extremely inviting. Vlad then kneeled in front of his friend and pushed two fingers into the skin covering the hard dick. He stretched his fingers and began massaging the covered head. Hartmut moaned with pleasure. Vlad leaned in and inserted his tongue into the skin opening. He tasted the sweet nectar that began oozing from the hidden dick hole. Vlad then pushed the skin back exposing the small head. He again swallowed, placed his hands around the tight ass and pumped the dick in and out. He noted that Hartmut was pinching his own nipples as he thrust. The young man reached down, grabbed the back of Vlad’s head and thrust as hard as he could into the receptive mouth while shooting spurt after spurt after spurt deep into Vlad’ throat.

Vlad stood and Hartmut pulled him into a kiss. Vlad suddenly realized his cum filled mouth was being sucked dry as Hartmut swallowed his own juices.

“Sorry, I did not want to finish so fast. I wanted to play with you before the end.”

Vlad laughed, “I am positive that the virile young man that you are will soon be ready for more play. I’ll make tea as your body rest for our next adventure.”

Ten minutes later and frequently throughout the night Vlad enjoyed the hard muscular body.

While eating breakfast Hartmut asked if he could return the following evening. Vlad of course replied ‘yes!!!!!!’. Hartmut then leaned in and whispered in Vlad’s ear while caressing his chest, “I would like to bring a friend. He is also a student of English and enjoys the same pleasures as I.” Vlad of course replied ‘yes!!!!!!’.

When Vlad heard the knock on the door the following evening he expected to meet two muscular ‘body builders’. He was shocked by the appearance of Hartmut’s friend. The two had total opposite body styles. The friend, Rolf, was very tall (6’ 5” / 1.96 m), thin, blue eyed with thin blond hair. He appeared very shy and while Hartmut was very outgoing with penetrating eyes, Rolf barely spoke and did not make eye contact. “My friend is very quiet. We appear to be totally opposites. Maybe that is what makes our friendship so special. We have roomed together for three years sharing the same bed and each other. Don’t assume he has no interest in you because of his quiet demure. Rolf was very anxious to meet you. We will get naked for you and you will see the contrasts.” Hartmut undressed himself and his friend who complied passively. Standing in front of Vlad were two totally opposite specimens. Muscular Hartmut with his hard dick pointing to the ceiling. Skinny tall Rolf with thin arms and legs with a Greek statue dick: soft, small, skin covered head and small rounded balls. This nearly hairless blond had a small tuft over his dick and a few hairs in his armpits. A contrast to the forest Hartmut had around his dick and in his pits.

Hartmut motioned for Vlad to kneel with him in front of Rolf. The two played with the small dick and balls alternating sucking. Soon the small dick had risen to be a small hard dick. Vlad easily put the dick and both balls in his mouth. Hartmut reached around and began playing with Rolf’s ass. He took Vlad’s hand and led it to the ass opening. Hartmut then spit on his finger and moistened Rolf’s hole. Hartmut pushed Vlad’s finger into the hole. “This is what he really wants.” Hartmut then led Rolf to the bed where he laid on his stomach. “He wants the American dick.” Vlad was still dressed. He quickly stripped and was on his knees between Rolf’s legs examining his hole. Vlad lowered himself onto the quiet man and easily pushed in. He gently fucked. Rolf became animated and called out, “HARDER PLEASE.” Vlad continued until close and pulled out. Hartmut took position and rammed in his massive piece resulting in a moan of pleasure. He fucked until he came. Vlad remounted and soon finished.

Hartmut then rolled his friend over asking Vlad to finish him. Rolf and Hartmut passionately kissed while Vlad first jerked off and then took the small dick in his mouth and was soon swallowing one of the largest cummings he had ever enjoyed. Obviously a small dick did not mean a small load.

While sitting at the table drinking tea Rolf became very animated. Apparently he needed a good fuck to open him up to conversation. Vlad enjoyed a second night of bliss with Hartmut with the added pleasure of this interesting, sexy thin young man. Rolf was actually a very passionate lover.

Vlad remained in Berlin six months. His dick rarely made friends with his fist. When Vlad did take care of himself he fantasized not about the magnum dick of Hartmut or the handsome dicks of Eric and Gustav but of the nearly hairless dick and little balls of Rolf. However, solo jerking off was a rare event as almost every night he enjoyed the company of one of his friends: Eric and Gustav at their apartment or sometimes just Gustav when Eric traveled for his company, or at his place with both or just one of Hartmut and Rolf who was no longer shy and quiet. Most weekends he visited interesting places: parks, museums, concerts, etc with his new friends.

Vlad had an extremely satisfying professional visit to Berlin. His dick returned to the USA tired, used and very happy.