Page 26 - Fanget I Tiden oversættelse - caught in time (komplet)-converted

pair of soldiers, Peter Eberhardt made the heavy man stand up again. With a firm

grip on his superior’s waist, they trudged out in the darkness. In to the cold.

“Hand me the damn chamber pot!”

With his upper body dangling beyond the edge of the bed, Jürgen Hahn repeated

his order. Peter Eberhardt succeeded in finding the Major General’s site hut.
Mercilessly, he had dragged the big man to bed, even though the sparse light

from the single petroleum lamp made it hard to find the barracks.
He fumbled on the floor, had to kneel down before finally finding the night pot

and handing it to his boss.

"What should I do without you?"
Suddenly the voice sounded pitiful. With some difficulty, the big man unbuttoned

his trousers and pulled out his dick. He was about to fall backwards several

times, but at last he managed to hold the pot with one hand and the cock with the
other. Discomfited Peter Eberhardt turned around.

"I'm done" it came sniveling from general lieutenant.
"Throw it out."

“Yes sir”

He took the pot, firmly turned around, opened the door and threw the pot
contents out in the site in front of the barrack. Back in the trailer he saw how

Jürgen Hahn was still hanging over the edge of the bed. The big man had taken

off his jacket, and his black hair, which usually was backlit, was now falling in
tendrils down over the face.

"Take a sip," insisted Hahn and handing out a bottle of rum.

He hit on the bed. Gesturing Peter should take a seat.
He quickly sat down and took a big swig from the bottle. Peter Eberhardt was

weary. Exhausted. He felt that the room was spinning. In the darkness he noticed

that the general lieutenant still had his cock out.
The drunken general lieutenant stretched his body, resting on one elbow while

drinking. Then placed the bottle of rum against the bedpost and grabbed Peter
Eberhardt's hand, dumping it on his cock