Page 27 - Fanget I Tiden oversættelse - caught in time (komplet)-converted

"Rub it," he commanded.

He grinned.
"Move closer."

Hahn grabbed hold of the young soldier who didn’t dare to move.

“Rub it, damn it” repeated Hahn in a higher tone as he clenched his hand down
the back of his knee to try rubbing him.

Peter Eberhardt did not say anything. Awkwardly he rubbed his cock that was

big and hot. He felt strange. He was happy and safe in the barracks. He grabbed
tougher hold of his cock and rubbed it slowly back and forth like when he was

playing with himself in the bathroom in Munich, this seemed different though.
The big man huffed and puffed, and Peter Eberhardt's shirt off. The young

soldier, found out that he enjoyed the coarse caress on his back and ass, and he

sighed deeply. Being swept over the back was an unfamiliar feeling, and Peter
Eberhardt rubbed vigorously on his superior's cock, which was now hard and

dark red. It smelled of real man, thought Peter Eberhardt, One day, his own cock

might be as stiff, big and male.
Wishfully, Jürgen Hahn shot his hips towards Peter Eberhardt, halfway lying on

the bed. The young man moved closer.
"Is it good enough now, Mr. General?" He asked uncertainly.

"Just concentrate on the damn cock."

The Groaning Hahn lurked his hand under Peter’s uniform pants, and before long
was his trousers around his ankles of the young soldier. A pain jogged through

him when a rough finger was chased up in his asshole. He did not dare to scream,

and suddenly the tears pressed on. The moment after, the great general moaned
loudly, and Peter Eberhardt noticed a sticky mass on his hand.

Chapter 9

Russia, German camp near Leningrad, December 1941