I was eating breakfast with my father and mother. "It's such a weird feeling, George," Mom said. "That man will be living with us, and I'm supposed to call him my brother. We don't have room for him. He'll have to sleep with Jackie!"
"Yes, dear, but you heard them, these soldiers are to be on their best behavior at all times. If they depart from common courtesy in any way, they'll pay us well. They're soldiers in a future war that effectively has no area free of all danger. But they have time travel, so they come here. They're just ordinary men looking for some rest and relaxation. They'll play some games, chat up some of the girls, drink a little, gamble a lot and overall, just de-stress from the war they're fighting. Thirty days of that, a time off from war, as it were, then they'll go back into their own time and into the battle again, refreshed and ready to fight again."
Daddy sat back from the table and relaxed with a smile. "We'll have the room and board he's paying and anything else we can figure out to squeeze out of him, these men will have money and won't be afraid to spend it. The message made that clear." My father's words were said in a way that the money was very much on his mind, they must be paying a great deal for his single month's residence with us for him to be so accommodating.
Mom sighed, "But his name, George, what kind of name is Brachtel? We don't even know what he looks like!" Her intimation was clear, I loved my mother but her family was not exactly open-minded, not an unusual thing in this year of 1952.
"He'll be here soon, dear and you can see him then, and so will I."
"I hope he's nice," I chipped in. I was only seven years old, a typical tow-haired boy with eyes of pale brown, thin and a little short for my age, eating my corn flakes like any day, if this day had been normal.
"If he isn't, we'll complain like they told us to," Dad assured me. "If it's too bad, they'll reassign him."
"I'll go clean up my room and make room in my closet for his clothes!" I said and ran off to my room. Sleeping in my bed, a soldier from the future. Amazing! He couldn't tell me about that future, but even so, it would be so cool!
When the knock came at the door, I rushed downstairs to see. Mother had taken the time to clean up as well, I noticed, and even Dad had put on clean clothes and brushed his hair.
The man who stood at the door was, to put it simply, enormous. He filled our doorway from top to bottom and side to side, and all of his body was muscle. Hercules had nothing on this powerful behemoth. He was square-jawed and handsome as all get-out, with jet-black hair, dark eyes, fair skin and a broad, winning smile. His uniform (I guess it was one, but unlike any I had ever seen) fit him all over like a second skin, the way the costumes of superheroes did in the comic books, and was all in green and black, but instead of being emblazoned with lightning or stylized letters, it was marked with military emblems. He carried a duffel bag over his right shoulder. He stood as he was for a moment and let us look him over. "I am Soldier Rank Five Brachtel," he said, "and have been assigned to this family for my R&R period. May I enter?"
"Oh!" My mother shook herself out of her reverie "Please, yes, come on in," she said. "My name is Eloise, this is my husband George, and my son Jackie."
He shook my mother's hand and then my father's, and as he did, I blurted out, "You'll be staying in my room!"
"Oh, I will?" he asked and his grin grew wider. "You have two beds?"
"No, but my bed is nice and big!" I said.
My mother began to speak, maybe offering to switch bedrooms, their bed was a king-sized and mine was only a full. But before she could, Brachtel said, "Good, I hate not sharing a bed, let's go see it."
I gripped his hand like an old friend and tugged him through the living room and up the stairs to the bedroom.
I had been busy and my room was quite neat, all my toys put away in their chest and my dirty clothes put into the laundry hamper. Even my bed was made without a fold or crease. "Very nice, very nice," He said and put his duffel bag down in the space next to the nightstand. "I am unpacked." he grinned at me. "Now, if you would be so kind as to show me around the town?"
We went downstairs and my father was there and I said, "I'm going to show Brachtel around the town!"
"Uh, Brachtel, about the room rent and board," my father said.
"Check your checking account balance," Brachtel said and we left.
"How did you pay the rent and such to Daddy?" I asked when we were outside.
Brachtel grinned at me again that so-easy grin. "Before I arrived, the price of my room and board was transferred electronically into your parent's bank account. I can do the same thing wherever we go, for anyone in town." He looked down at me. "Your small legs can't keep up with me, let's take care of that."
His big arms lifted me up and in no time I was perched on his back with my legs around his ribs and my arms holding to his shoulders, and he broke in a quick jogging run that bounced me up and down and ate up the distance at a speed a car would have had a hard time keeping up with.
I didn't really know our town's attractions but Brachtel had his own list. I knew about the carnival of course, and we spent several hours there. When I grew tired, he took me to the park and I laid out on a blanket next to him while we talked, mostly me about my life and my hopes and dreams and finally I fell asleep and I think he did, too. When we woke up, it was late afternoon and I'd had a bit too much sun, but not enough to give a real sunburn.
I couldn't eat a big supper but Brachtel ate heartily of the meal my Mother made and she beamed fatuously at Brachtel who praised every bite he ate which he said was much better food than he had in the military but he wouldn't tell us in what way. He always changed the subject when we asked anything about the future. I had stopped asking, he was just Brachtel and he was nice and fun and full of jokes. He and I were now fast friends.
At his request, I turned on the TV to the CBS Channel and he watched, genuinely enthralled, the "Arthur Godfrey's Talent Scouts", then he saw "I Love Lucy" and "Life with Luigi" and laughed rather uproariously at them. I smiled, but really, the shows were rather boring to a kid like me. But he had given me so much fun that day, I tolerated it.
Mother came in a little before nine o'clock and told me I had to go to bed, and Brachtel got up as well. "You needn't go to bed now, Brachtel," she said to him, maybe hoping to get some alone time with him. Daddy was out with his buddies, probably spending some of that money Brachtel had sent to our bank account, Mom and Dad weren't that close, if you get what I mean, though they never really fought. But Brachtel came upstairs with me.
We got upstairs and I asked him, "How do you take off that uniform, Brachtel? Or do you sleep in it?"
"I take it off like this," he said. He opened the clasp on his belt buckle, pressed a button there, and the clothing sort of fell off of him. His boots segmented to separate left and right like black banana peels, then the pants and skin-tight top separated to slide down his body before and behind him, making four pieces of solid cloth in two piles. Brachtel stepped off of the soles of his boots and he was naked now and I could see his entire, over-muscled, magnificent body.
The only way I can describe his overall body shape is to say that you should find a large toad, and lift him up so that he is standing on his hind legs, and with his forelegs by his sides, and you have the basic shape. Not that Brachtel was ugly, by no means. But he was the huge size of that toad, the muscles were that much larger, his chest was huge, with the pectorals more than twice the size of any man I had ever seen. His biceps were huge, each one like a football was under his skin when he flexed it, I'm not exaggerating here, he was a man larger than anyone I had ever seen. A mountain of a man. I'd known he was large, but seeing him without the clothes, I guess I'd figured the clothes were making him look bigger, but they had indeed been skin-tight. "Gosh!" I said, in a tone like a prayer. "Is everyone in the future like you?"
He smiled, and I knew he couldn't answer, but to my surprise, he sort of did. "I'm a soldier, and this is how a soldier looks," he said. "Don't worry, I know how to be gentle, I know my power, and how to control it." He nodded at the bed. "Please, get into the bed first. I will want the outer edge."
"All right, "I removed my clothes, intending to stop at my briefs then hesitated and removed them as well, becoming as naked as he was, and he smiled. I crawled in, feeling his gaze on my buttocks, and lay down and watched his gigantic form as he crawled in beside me, and my bed creaked as the heavy weight of him settled onto the mattress, and the springs sagged under his weight and my body rolled over to lie against his large, warm form. "Sorry," I said.
"That's okay, Jackie," Brachtel crooned. "You feel good there. Very good."
"You feel good, too," I admitted. I was on my side from the roll, my chest against his powerful ribs, and my hand naturally fell over onto his strong abdomen. I ran my hand over it, and he just kind of hummed, rather like the purr of a kitten, if a lion could purr, sort of a "mmmmmm-mmmmmmmm-mmmmmmm!" sound.
"You like how that feels?" he asked me.
"Yeah, feels really nice."
"Feels nicer further down," he said.
I wasn't stupid about what he meant, and I slid my hand down and found his cock. It was like grabbing onto a thick piece of sausage but not horribly bigger than any other man's and I felt relieved by that. I circled the shaft with my fingers, gripped it and began to pump on it with vigor, and Brachtel gasped and moaned in appreciation. "Ahhhhhh, the swift, eager fingers of a happy, horny boy," he sighed. "It has been too long for me. I have missed it so much!"
His enormous hand slid from where it lay partially under me and its fingers caught my young dong sticking rigidly against his outer thigh and fondled me and I pulled my hips back to give his hand room to move and he began to jack me with his two fingered grip with equal fervor.
"Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, Jackie, your hand is wonderful, but can you use your mouth on me instead? I know it would feel much better, and I can teach you how if you don't know."
He had been so kind to me that day, I didn't see any reason to refuse him. He pushed the covers down from the two of us and I clambered up the sizeable body and got where I could reach his dong (I figured it for about ten inches long, and as I said, not too much bigger than other guys' pricks) and I set to work, with his words guiding me with my task.
It was very much like sucking on a large frozen popsicle bar, only it was warm instead of cold and I had to keep hold of it all the time and move my lips a lot faster. The shaft was a warm rod of soft meat firm as a piece of steel slipping back and forth in my mouth.
Brachtel was groaning and moaning rather alarmingly and his cock was heating up like someone was holding a blow torch on that steel rod I mentioned, and then Brachtel let out a sudden burst of groans, "UHHHHHHHH, UHHHHHHHH, HOLD ON JACKIE, I'M COMING, COMING, UHHHHHH, UHHHHHH, UH-UH-UH-UH-UH, HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
That long groan and few words were all I had of warning and then he was shooting a thick series of slimy globs of gooey stuff into my mouth. I knew it wasn't piss, but otherwise, I was surprised and confused by this mystery fluid, but I didn't want to pull off of his prick, his hand on my head at this point left me no real choice anyhow, so I did the only other option and swallowed the sticky stuff. I realized that the slimy, salty, sweetish stuff wasn't that bad tasting, really, I could get used to it! More was still jetting into my mouth and this time I held it on my tongue and savored the magical dong juice, the ambrosia of the gods, the nectar of the Titans of which Brachtel was one of their progeny. Only when he was completely done, his gasping quiet, his panting the only lasting symptom, his body still and his prick softening, I gently swallowed the sweet liquid and lifted off of him, sighed. "That was very nice," I said to him. "Is there any more?"
That bought me a laugh from him, weak but genuine. "Not right now," he admitted. "Give me a few hours. But I have another idea. How about I do you now?"
"Okay," I agreed and moved back to lie my head on my pillow. Seeing his huge form moving down to engulf my small wiener was a novel sight but he did it with all the vaunted gentleness he had promised me. His lips moved upon me with the speed and expertise that said he had managed many other cocks before me of various sizes, and I was neither the first male he had sucked nor the first boy. I writhed under his avidly sucking lips in a glorious daze of joy unlike anything I had felt before, though I had mastered the art of self-pleasure some years before, and my orgasm when it struck me was equally superior and ecstatic, I clenched my teeth and moaned out a long low groan of, "NNNNNNN, NNNNNNNN, NNNN-NNNN-NNNN-NNNN-NN-NN-NN-NN-NN-NN-NN, NNNN-HHHH, HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"
My rapture was sincere but devoid of any liquid proof, just my gyrating, wriggling form was all I had to attest to my enjoyment of Brachtel's oral prowess.
Done, Brachtel moved up to beside me and took me in his arms. "My dearest, gentle Jackie, now you and I can sleep much better, yes?"
"Yes," I agreed.
"We have a month together, you and I. Let us make the days and nights as worthwhile as possible."
Brachtel was as good as his word. I'm not sure how he cleared it with my mother and father, but I wasn't required to spend any time in school for that month, nor was the two of us bothered in all that time. Brachtel first taught me the art of anal intercourse, as he called it, which involved greasing up my butthole and his cock, and sticking his long shaft into my ass and bobbing his hips back and forth until he unloaded his hot cream deep inside me. That felt really good as well, though I didn't get to gobble up his sweet, juicy cream. I would wake him up in the morning by sucking his cock, and that was when I got to gulp down the rich, flavorful man-sauce.
After I got used to his hard cock, Brachtel was in his glory. He took to lifting me bodily up from the bed and lowering me onto his shaft and holding me in his heavy arms, in mid arm, standing or even walking around as he fucked my ass. I wished that we could have walked around the street like this, for his steps fucked me in the most exotic and entrancing way, but of course that was not possible.
Another time, he held me upside down and we sucked each other that way, my legs like antenna above his head and my cock in his mouth and my mouth bobbing on his dong, the blood rushing to my head and making me dizzy, which gave me a major rush when I hit climax and the hot spooge was extraordinarily rich-tasting when I tasted its unique flavor in that position. Oh, the time was magical beyond words, and I loved it, so much that the days and nights blended together into a seamless whole and I didn't mark the hours or the days.
So when the day came that I saw Brachtel pick up his duffel bag and dressed in his uniform again, I was genuinely puzzled. "Where are you going?"
"My time off from war is over," he sighed. "I must return to my unit, the war continues and they need me."
"Will I ever see you again?"
He put a tender hand on my cheek. "Only time will tell." I had to smile at that. He left and I couldn't bring myself to go stare out the window to see where he went.
I was so sad, inconsolable, and wept. He was in a war so horrible they had to run to the past for a chance to rest in peace. How likely was it that he would live? That I would ever see him again?
A week later, there was a knock on our door. I was nearby and I answered it to see... "Brachtel!" I jumped into his arms.
"Jackie!"
"Are you back here for more rest and recreation?" I asked.
"No. The war is over. We soldiers, who had no place in their society now they are at peace, were allowed to choose a time and place to go for our retirement. I chose here and now. If I may stay with you, I can find work and pay your family for staying with you from now on."
"Let's find out!" I eagerly hauled him by the hand toward the kitchen where my mother and father were. This time, the time off from war was going to last for the rest of our lives!
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