South Tyrol Discoveries
John and I cleared quickly through customs since we were just coming from Germany. It was simply handing our forms over and telling them where we were staying. After we got our bags, we went out by the curb and there was a tall man, dressed very nicely, holding a sign with my name on it. I recognized him to be Karl's father, Herr Baumgartner, from Karl's family pictures on Facebook. "I'm David," I said.
"Hallo, David," he said cheerfully, "Und zis must be John."
John looked at him stunned. Before he could even ask, Herr Baumgartner put his hand on my shoulder and explained "I got a call from your mozzer zat you were brrringing a frrriend. Of course, he is entirely welcome."
"Thank you, sir," John said politely. The relief on John's face was evident. I know he was worried about not being accepted.
Herr Baumgartner spoke very good English but it was fun to hear him roll his "R's" in the back of his throat. It sounded like he was gettin' ready to hawk a lugey. And, like almost every German, he had an impossible time with the "th" sound always coming out as a "z" sound instead.
He led us to his shiny Beemer and we put our bags in his trunk. I got in front and John hopped into the back seat. "Excuse me, sir," John began once he was buckled in, "have you heard anything about my father?"
"Ach, I only know zat your fazer is sadly very busy on somezing important, und he will be coming to collect you at ze hotel, as soon as possible. Until zen, you should rrrelax und enjoy your visit wiz us."
This clearly pleased John and he smiled brightly for the first time since I referred to him as my friend on the plane. A world of worry and tension evaporated in an instant. "Thanks," said John very appreciatively.
The drive from Innsbruck to South Tyrol was fascinating. The buildings were all so different. I'd seen them in pictures and stuff, but to actually see them in real life was way impressive. They were a mixture of extremely modern and very ancient. All the old looking ones were very well kept up. The streets were spotlessly clean and I didn't see any graffiti or trash. Some of the streets were cobblestone and that made for a bumpy ride even in the nice Beemer. There was German Oom-Pah music playing on the radio. I wondered if the kids listened to that or just older people. I doubted the kids did since Karl and I had talked about music and he liked a lot of the groups I did, especially Green Day.
After leaving the city, we headed through the mountainous countryside. John and I oohed and ahhed at the scenery. The massive peaks of the Alps were intimidating and inspiring. "Zeese mountains are called ze Dolomites," Herr Baumgartner explained. "We will see ze tallest peak in Austrrria, it is called ze Grossglockner. It means big rrringer, or big bells. It is 3,798 meter high."
I had no idea what that meant in American height. I climbed Mount Whitney last summer with my dad and it's the tallest peak in the continental United States at 14,500 feet. I looked it up later on my Mac and felt proud to know Mt. Whitney is actually higher than the "Big Ringer." Mount Whitney was the greatest trip ever. It was me and my dad and a guy he worked with and his son. I wished Ricky could have gone with, but my dad said he couldn't handle it. He was right, as usual. That hike would have killed Ricky. It took us 5 days of backpacking and we covered over fifty miles. It was kind of awkward the first day with the kid I didn't know, who was a year older, but by the second day we found some common interests and at the end, we were pretty good friends. The scenery was really pretty on that hike, but nothing like this. This was the most beautiful place I had ever seen. If the clouds ablaze from the sunrise that we saw in the plane looked like heaven, then the Dolomites looked like the place where angels came for vacation.
The bright blue sky contrasted with thick patches of emerald green forest and lush meadows with patches of snow in the shaded spots. Beautiful two story houses with the timbers exposed and white-washed plaster were scattered along the countryside, usually at the back of a meadow against a stand of trees. We saw rabbits and deer in the meadows. The higher we got, the more snow there was. I was full of curious questions for Herr Baumgartner about everything I saw and about his family and the ski resort and the animals in the forests and , and, and. He seemed to thoroughly appreciate my curiosity, however, and was happy to answer all my questions thoroughly. Lots of adults act bothered when I as a lot of questions. At last, after about three hours driving, we reached our destination.
The main part of the hotel was a beautiful three story structure built in that old alpine style with white ornamental wood shutters and stair rails. The ski resort was close enough to walk to. There were little cottages scattered around. "This is great!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, it's way cool!" agreed John.
"I'm so glad you zink so," Herr Baumgartner said with a smile.
"Where's Karl?" I asked. I was excited to see him again.
"Oh, Karl is working in ze rrrestaurant now. He will be finished soon. Ze mid day eating is ze big mea for us. My wife is preparing a large dinner for you tonight, since you are used to eating more at night, Karl tells us. I will have your bags taken to ze villa you will be staying in. I apologize, but I do not have any ozer rooms available, und zere is only 2 betts und Karl wishes to stay in ze villa wiz you. Will zat be okay or would u like Karl to stay in his rrroom at our hotel, so you can each have your own bett?" Herr Baumgartner asked.
"Oh, we definitely want Karl to stay with us in the villa. You don't mind if we share a bed, do you John?"
He shook his head. "
"Nuh-uhh, that's cool."
Herr Baumgartner gave instructions to a young man in a hotel uniform and he got a little motorized cart and loaded our luggage on it while we followed Herr Baumgartner to the last villa perched on a slope leading directly down to the main ski lift. When we walked in, John and I both said, "WOW" in unison. In a corner to the left was a small kitchen area with stove, a mini-fridge, sink and cupboards. Above the sink was a locked glass case full of bottles of wine.
Herr Baumgartner showed us that the shelves were stocked with treats and said the fridge had drinks in it. On the right was a large walk-in closet stocked with snowboard gear in our exact sizes already hung up. Against the wall were two barely used Burton snowboards. Our names were on a card above each set of gear. We each had a nice fluffy, white bathrobe hanging under our names as well. Two other robes hung separately on the back wall. Next to the big closet was a large bathroom. There was a funny looking beige toilet without a tank on the back of it and a matching colored sink with all kinds of bottles of stuff on the marble counter top. It was like how I pictured a mansion to be. There was a large, glass enclosed shower at the back of the bathroom with a shower nozzle on both ends.
At the other end of the main room, a big fireplace was set in the wall, and there set matching black leather couches placed back to back. One couch faced the fireplace and the other one faced a large screen TV on the wall opposite the fireplace. A coffee table of natural wood was placed in front of the couch on the TV side of the seating. Beyond the back wall, through sliding glass doors, was a patio with a small hot tub, four person sauna, and an open air shower. There was a fence surrounding the patio for complete privacy. On the right side of the villa was a door entering into a single bedroom with two king size beds. The beds had big fluffy comforters on them. There was a TV mounted on the wall opposite each bed.
Everything was decorated really nice. Lots of natural wood was used and the carpets in the bedroom were soft and fluffy. The bathroom was all tiled with big mirrors on the walls. The rest of the villa was adorned with wood floors covered by fancy rugs. Pictures of castles and landscapes hung on the walls.
"We'll take this bed by the window," I said. "It's plenty big for two of us. Heck, it's big enough for four of us."
Herr Baumgartner laughed. "Very good zen. Well, I suggest you trrry und sleep some before dinner. Ozerwise, you will be very tired. You need to adjust to day being night und night being day," he warned.
"I'm not tired; I want to explore. Can we go snowboarding?" John asked.
"Not today. Tomorrow, Karl will take you. You rrreally should sleep now. Trrrust me about zis."
The porter brought our bags and asked if he could help us hang our clothes up. I told him no, we'd rather do it ourselves. When they left I looked at John and he broke into a giant grin to match mine and I said, "How freaking balls is this place?"
"I know! I'd rather be with my dad, but if I have to wait somewhere for him, this is the best place ever!"
"Well, how about we get unpacked and then maybe we better take Herr Baumgartner's advice and get some sleep," John agreed with me, and we hung our clothes next to our snow gear under our name cards. I took the secret camera and put it on the counter in the bathroom along with my other toiletries. When we were finished unpacking, we stashed our bags in the corner of the closet, grabbed our robes and headed to the bedroom. "I want this side near the window. That okay with you?" I asked.
"Sure," agreed John.
"I really want a shower before I crash," I said.
"Me too; that sounds good." John sat on the other bed and pulled his shoes and socks off. "You can go first, I'll check out the TV," he said.
"I noticed there are two shower nozzles. Would you be embarrassed to share it and then we can watch TV together in bed until we fall asleep."
"Okay. That sounds great." John lit up at the suggestion. He jumped up and started stripping out of his shorts and shirt and then without any hesitation, off came the boxers. I followed his example, pried off my shoes by the heel, pulled my t-shirt over my head, and slipped my warm-ups and boxers off together at once.
John started giggling at me as he put his fluffy white robe on. The robe was way too big for him even though it was a small. It was a men's small. "What?" I asked, looking to see what on my body was so funny. I didn't have a boner so that wasn't it.
"Your big toe is poking out your sock," he giggled.
I looked down and sure enough, the whole toe was sticking out. I wiggled it and he laughed more. "You think a toe is funny?" I wiggled it and lifted it up and said, "Attack of the killer toe!"
He was laughing uncontrollably. I figured he was just really tired even though he didn't want to admit it; and sometimes when I get really tired, I laugh at the stupidest stuff. "Eeeeeyahhh," I screeched and charged toward him. He stumbled backward and fell onto the bed. I jumped on the bed next to him and stuck my stocking foot with the wiggling toe in his face. He laughed harder and pushed it away. I was laughing now too and said "Toe invasion!" I slipped my killer toe monster down inside his robe and started wiggling it into his ribcage. He started jumping and rolling around and evading my attacking toe. I countered his every move and continued the toe tickle attack. He was outrageously ticklish and I was having a riot attacking him. He ultimately slid up against the headboard and had no more room to escape. He was thrashing and half laughing - half crying as I continued to subject him to the tickle toe torture. He pushed at my foot with his hands but I deftly moved it around to avoid him grabbing and controlling my tickle monster.
"Uncle! Uncle!" he cried out. Taking pity on him, I pulled my foot away and scrambled off the bed.
"John's ticklish!" I declared and pointing at him with both hands I added, "I have total power over you now that secret's out."
He was wiping his eyes and heaving to catch his breath. "No fair."
"All's fair in love and war," I countered.
"You may have the advantage now, but I've studied lots of military history, remember? So I know a few tactics. You better watch out. I might just launch a sneak attack." He was grinning.
"Yeah right, you and what army?" I smugly retorted. I turned to go get my robe off the other bed when, WHAM! I felt John's bare flesh collide with my naked backside. He flung his arms around my neck and wrapped his legs around mine. The force of his jump propelled me forward. His legs being wrapped around mine prevented me from catching my balance and I face planted into the plush brown carpet between the two beds. Luckily, I used my arms to catch our fall, but I sprained my left wrist slightly in doing so. "Hey," I complained, "that's a cheap shot attacking me from behind like that."
"All's fair in love and war," repeated John, parroting the words I just used on him.
"War it is then," I laughed. I flung myself sideways and rolled him off my back. I spun away and countered. We engaged and rolled around the floor twisting and grabbing at each other. I had both his arms in my grasp when he reached up with both feet, planted them in my chest and gave a powerful shove. It toppled me backwards and he started to laugh again. I rose up on all fours and crawled back toward him. He squealed and tried to escape but I caught hold of his flailing, open robe. It slipped off his shoulders and I was left holding the empty robe as he flung his naked butt up onto our bed. "Oh no you don't!" I grabbed an ankle and dragged him back onto the floor, kicking, squirming, and laughing his head off.
"I almost got away," he said between bursts of laughter. I got him by the other ankle and twisted him until he was forced to roll over onto his back. Then I scrambled up and straddled him, sitting on his pelvis and I grabbed one arm. I slid up onto his chest and pinned the captured arm under my knee. He squirmed and bucked but I had a weight advantage over him. I tried catching his free arm at the wrist but he managed to keep evading my grasp. He was quick and dodgy.
"Okay, time for the secret weapon." With my right hand, I reached down and started tickling his ribs again.
"Aaaahhhh!" squealed John as he started laughing and hollering. At the same time, he was kicking his legs wildly behind me. "Uncle! Uncle!" he cried out.
"I'm not falling for that again," I said, continuing my tickle torture. Finally, I was able to grab his free wrist and pin that arm under my other knee. I stopped tickling him, and I sat there on his chest with his arms pinned and my hands resting on my thighs. "I win."
"Not yet!" declared John as he caught his breath. He gave an unexpected lurch with his right shoulder and freed his right arm. The battle resumed, and I started chasing the elusive wrist again. Suddenly, he moved it up, left, down and then straight out. He shocked me as he grabbed a fistful of my naked balls and squeezed.
"Aaaahhh," I cried out. "Hey, that's definitely not fair!"
"That's my secret weapon. It's like a nuke!" He was so proud of himself. I reached down to pull his hand away, but he just tightened his grip.
"Okay, okay," I said, "Uncle."
"Nope, I'm not falling for that," he said smiling.
"C'mon, that's really not fair. You win, okay?" I conceded the game.
"All's fair in love and war, remember?" sniggered John. He smirked and gave me a little tug for emphasis.
"So, little gay boy, which is it? Love or war?" I smiled. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth but nothing came out. He was searching my expression and my eyes for my intent with what I'd just said. I wasn't even sure what my intent was. It just popped out like most things I say do.
"Okay, truce. But you have to make a treaty with me before I'll release my little prisoners," he said finally, giving another squeeze to my balls. "If you promise not to tickle me anymore unless I give permission, I'll let your two little soldiers go free."
"Deal," I agreed. He let go of my balls and I slid down off of his chest freeing his arms. I said, "Now I really need a shower, I'm all sweaty." I slid all the way down onto his thighs and reached up and rubbed the sides of his ribcage with my hands. "I'm sorry if I was too rough with you, dude."
"Heck no," replied John smiling brightly, "it was fun." Turning a bit serious, he continued, "I'm glad we met on the plane. I'm glad we made friends."
"Me too, dude. Way glad. Let's go shower." I jumped up and extended my hand. He reached up and took my hand and I pulled him onto his feet. Unexpectedly, he continued his momentum into me with a big hug. It caught me completely off guard and I had to take a half step backward to keep my balance. He released his hug before I could even think about hugging back even if I had wanted to. It was on odd experience getting hugged in the nude by another naked boy. My brain didn't know what to do with it. He was blushing.
"Thanks for being so nice to me. If it wasn't for you I'd be in such big trouble right now with my dad not being at the airport and all, and my phone not working. I don't know what would have happened to me."
"Hey, no problem, dude. You would'a done the same for me. That reminds me, I gotta call mom and let her know we got here safe." My call went straight to the message machine, so I left a short, but informative message. I put my arm around his shoulder and tugged him toward the door and we walked side by side to the fancy, double shower. We didn't even bother with the robes.
I opened the glass door and fiddled with the knobs. The hot water was like instantly there. I adjusted it to a comfortable temperature while John peed. Then, we stepped into the shower after I peeled my socks off and tossed them in the bronze trash can. We both rotated slowly in the warm water, enjoying the relaxing spray on our fronts and backs. The nozzles had adjustments on them and they were on a hose so you could disconnect them from their hooks and hold them in your hand. We both experimented with the various spray options. Some pulsated and others were a fine mist. I laughed at John, who had selected a setting that kind of swirled around and was spraying it on his dick and balls. He was boning up from it.
"This feels great. Try it," suggested John.
I dialed around until I found the same spray style and moved it down to my boy parts. He was right. It was great. It was like little fingers swirling around my sac. I boned up too and I moved the spray up onto the head of my dick where it sent wild sensations through it. Before I cummed from it, I pulled it away and hung the sprayer back on the wall.
"Whew, that was balls, but I can't take any more. It's intense." Our boners were maxed out with hardness. His thin little 3 inches was poking up at about a 45 degree angle. Mine curved up slightly and was just about a half inch away from my belly splitting my pubic patch in two. His few wispy pubes lay flat against the base of his surging dick.
"Sure is," agreed John. He followed my example and hung his back up. We washed with the body wash and shampooed our hair. Our boners slowly subsided. He laughed at me for putting shampoo in my pubes.
"What? It's hair too; it needs to be shampooed."
"Just never thought about anyone doing that, I guess," he responded.
I pulled the nozzle off the hook again and dialed in to the strongest spray. I pointed it at him and started squirting the shampoo off his hair. He squealed and grabbed his. Soon we were having a water fight in the shower. We sprayed the shampoo out of our hair and off our faces so we could see better. Then the battle was on. The obvious target was our privates and every time the strong spray would hit our balls, we would jerk away and squeal. Finally, we grew tired of the game and shut the water off and dried with the fluffy, white towels on the racks. I found a bottle of lotion on the marble counter and smeared it on my chest and legs. I had dry skin and had a habit of applying lotion after showering. John offered to do my back. His touch felt nice.
I splashed on some cologne from another bottle and sniffed my palms. "Mmmm, smell that."
"Mmmm, that smells nice. Give me some," requested John. I shook some onto his palms and he rubbed it on his chest and sides. I left for the bedroom and he followed.
I pulled on a clean pair of boxers and pulled the comforter down along with a sheet that was under it and climbed into my spot. John pulled on his own clean pair of boxers and was getting into the other bed. "Why you going over there?" I asked.
"I dunno, just figured you wanted your own."
"Nah, let's share since we're going to be sharing later anyway. Then you won't mess up Karl's bed any," I suggested.
"Oh, okay." John replaced the comforter and bounded over to our bed. He hopped in and we pulled up the sheet and comforter. The weight of the comforter was much less than it appeared it would be. It really was very comforting. I started pushing buttons on the TV remote until I found an old John Wayne cowboy movie. It made us both giggle and laugh at the dubbed in German voice for John Wayne. After a bit, we grew tired of it and I moved on. There were some dorky cartoons of really poor quality also speaking German. We found an old episode of Baywatch dubbed in German too. Finally, we decided to just give up and when I came across a channel of soft, elevator music, I put the remote down. The music was relaxing. "Let's just go to sleep," I suggested.
"Yeah, okay," agreed John. He yawned. I closed my eyes and I suddenly felt very tired and heavy. "Hey, David, you asleep yet?"
"Hmph, no. What?"
"Can I scoot over by you like how we slept on the plane?"
"Mm hmm." I felt the warmth of his bare leg against mine and gently sighed involuntarily. He snuggled up against my side and slipped his left hand into my right. We locked fingers and fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
"David. David. David, wake up!" Someone was poking me. I squinted at the beaming face the noise was coming from and then realized it was Karl. I sat up and rubbed my eyes.
"Karl! What's up dude?"
"Time to get up and I vill show you arround before dinner. My mozer has cooked a wonderful welcome meal for you." John stirred and rolled away from me. "Hallo! I'm Karl," said Karl with a wave at John.
"Umm, hi. I'm John."
"Pleased to meet," Karl said
"What time is it?" I asked very uncertain.
"It is 18:00 o'clock," stated Karl looking at his watch.
"How come are you using military time?" John asked. Karl looked at him quizzically, uncertain what he meant.
"It's not military time," I explained, "it's just how they give the time out in Europe. They don't start over after noon like we do, they do it the same as our military does it, but for them it's just normal."
"Oh," is all John replied. The look on his face said he didn't like not having known that. "So did you say we are going exploring?"
"Yes, I vant to show you ze hotel and explain all ze zings ve can do," answered Karl with much anticipation in his voice. John sprang from bed and ran around to other side.
"What should I wear?" He asked.
"Something varm; it's getting cold outside now."
I also got up and put on some long jeans and a sweatshirt. We put our coats and knit caps on and headed out onto the hotel property. We followed Karl down to the lifts and they were just closing them down for the daytime skiing and preparing for night skiing. We looked at the map of all the trails you can ski and board on. There was a board park and I was especially excited for that. Karl was pointing out some of the fun, challenging runs up near the top of the mountain. John was quiet.
"John, which one do you want to go on first?" I asked to include him in the conversation. He looked at me hesitantly and pointed at the bunny hill for beginners. Karl and I were at a loss for words for a minute.
"Oh, you ever boarded before? I thought you said you had."
"I joined a club at my school and we went four times this winter. That's all I've been," he admitted. "I'm not that good. I fall a lot."
"Naja, no problem," said Karl brightly, "I can get an instructor to teach you to do it more better. Soon you will be pro." John clearly approved of that idea and was beaming.
"For reals? You can hook me up?"
"Ja, naturlich. Do you want a pretty girl teacher or big strong man teacher?" John surprised us both when he chose a man. He was afraid if he had a pretty girl, he'd worry about how he was looking in front of her and he really wanted to learn to board better. "Okay, a man teacher for you. I will talk to my fazer and get it ready for ze morning." Karl had the habit of using the German word "naturlich" a lot. It means 'naturally' and he slips it into his conversation all the time. We sort of figured it out after a while.
"Wow, Karl, this place rocks. You and your dad are the greatest." John practically skipped all the way over to the hotel. "What's that fancy building with all the glass and shiny steel?"
"Zat is ze Kur spa. It is only for adults, but on nights after it is closed, my fazer lets me und my friends use it sometimes. Und on Vednesday mornings, children are allowed to go in, but you have to wear a swimsuit. Normally, everyone goes naked in zere. Ze big dome over zere is ze regular swimming pool we can use anytime."
"This place is really balls," I said as we entered in the main lobby. "So what all is in that spa place?"
"Zere is hot mineral pools und ice pools. Zere is mud baz. Zere is a pool, naturlich. Und zere is massage, but only for ze adults. Zey have steam rooms and saunas wiz herbs in ze air zat clean out ze lungs. It's, umm how you say, balls." Karl tittered at his adoption of this new American slang word.
"Damn, too bad about the adults only thing on the massage. That would be awesome to try," I lamented. "It sucks that we have to wear bathing suits on kids' day, too; we might have seen some hot naked chicks."
"Hah," guffawed Karl, "You are funny American." Karl then offered, "If you like, I could talk to Frieda or Gerti. Zey have given me und some of my friends a massage after hours before. Zey are very good at it. Would you like zat I ask?"
"Obvi! Hook us up." I wondered what Frieda and Gerti looked like. Their names made them sound like maybe they were big, strong broads with mustaches that worked you over like in a scene in this James Bond movie I have in my collection.
"Or, if you prefer, I could get Fritz or Peter to give you one," Karl said with a big smirk on his face.
"Shut-up!" I smacked him in the arm and he laughed. He greeted the people at the front desk and we walked behind the counter and through a door. At the end of a long hallway with offices, we entered a wooden door and were suddenly in a practically different world. It was the family living quarters of Karl's family. Karl's little brother and sister came bounding up and stood apart smiling shyly.
"Zis is Heinrich und zis is Maria," introduced Karl. Heinrich appeared to be about 11 and Maria about 8. Maria waved and hid behind Heinrich, who pushed her away. "Come und I show you my room." We pulled our coats and caps off and hung them in a closet, then filed past Heinrich and Maria, who trailed behind. Karl's room was balls.
Karl and Heinrich shared a room, but it was really big. It was like a full size hotel room. They had a big screen TV across from their twin beds with a balls gaming system hooked up to it. John wanted to play "Call of Duty" but Karl said there wasn't time.
"I like play wiz you," Heinrich timidly said, "after we eat dinner." He had a cute smile and was like a miniature Karl but skinny and much less muscular. Maria hung in the doorway where both brothers simply ignored her. I felt bad, so I walked over and tried to talk to her. She slipped to the side of the doorway and smiled shyly but didn't answer my questions. Heinrich explained, "She doesn't understand hardly any English yet." I reached in my pants pocket and found a week or two old, Jolly Rancher and offered it to her. I held it toward her and smiled. She shrugged and looked at Karl, who nodded, then she reached out, took it, and ran off to show her mother.
Karl was showing us some of his awards from skiing when his mother called us to come to dinner. We all sat around a large wooden table and Mrs. Baumgartner scurried about making sure we all tried everything she had cooked. She was a very pretty woman and had a dark green apron.
She made wienerschnitzel and sauerkraut. The wienerschnitzel is a breaded veal cutlet with delicious gravy poured over it. It originated in Austria and South Tyrol, explained Frau Baumgartner to us. My favorite thing was the spaetzele. It's kind of like chewy noodles with creamy white gravy over them. She also made these amazing dumplings and a long red sausage she called a wuerstchen. I didn't think I would like sauerkraut, but it was really good the way she cooked it. It had chunks of bacon in it.
"I thought wienerschnitzel was the hot dog," John said as he devoured the last piece of his breaded veal.
"No, zat's just ze stupid fast food chain in America. It's not a hot dog at all," said Karl.
"Mutti, ich moechte mehr weisse sosse auf mein wuestchen," requested Maria.
I looked at Karl and he translated, "she wants more creamy white sauce on her sausage." John and I both immediately ducked our heads and stifled a laugh. Seeing our reaction, Karl realized what he had said and how it sounded and joined us in an uncomfortable snicker. His parents just looked confused by it all.
"Thank you so much," I complemented, "everything is really delicious. I'm so full."
Frau Baumgartner beamed appreciation for the complement. "You must have room for dessert."
"Oh, I don't think I can," I said patting my full stomach, "I'm stuffed."
Karl's mom looked at Karl who explained, "Zat means 'er ist Satt.'"
"Maybe, we can take it back to your villa and eat it later," I suggested. Karl agreed that would be a good idea and convinced his mom to put the cake into a carrier for us.
John leaned over and whispered in Karl's ear. "Ach, ja. Fati, can we have a snowboard instructor for John in ze morning? He is a beginner rider."
"Hmm, I am not sure we can easily arrange zat. Ze Prime Minister and his grandchildren are coming tomorrow und zey have arranged for lessons in ze morning." John's countenance fell. "But," Herr Baumgartner continued, "he has only one grandson und ze rest are granddaughters, und if he doesn't mind, perhaps John can join in wiz ze boy's lesson."
"It's okay if it doesn't work. I don't want to be any problem," John said.
"No problem," Herr Baumgartner said, "Just meet me at nine o'clock at ze lodge und I will see what we can do." John brightened back up.
"Fati," piped up Heinrich, "you said I should try and be a friend for ze Prime Minister's grandson, so could I stay at the villa with Karl und zen I could go snowboarding wiz zem und help teach John?"
I was sure Karl was about to object at having his little brother butting in on his guests, but before Karl could complain, Herr Baumgartner clapped his hands and said, "Wonderful, wonderful idea. Ja, you may do zat." Karl shrunk back in his chair, apparently not allowed to argue his father's decision.
We moved into the living room and Frau Baumgartner poured coffee for Herr Baumgartner and herself. She also poured a cup for Karl and me. She hesitated, then poured glasses of juice for Heinrich, Maria and John. John politely accepted his apple juice, but I could tell he didn't like being relegated to child status and was jealous of me getting coffee. I watched closely as Karl put two teaspoons of sugar and a splash of cream into his cup. I followed suit and stirred it slowly turning it a creamy brown color. I sipped slowly at the hot brown liquid. I'd never tasted coffee before. I liked the bitter sweet flavor and warmth of it on my tongue.
We chatted about America and South Tyrol and their contrasting differences. The juice drinkers contributed little to the conversation and Maria asked permission to eat the candy I had given her. She was delighted by it. When I asked about why South Tyrol was part of Italy, even though everyone spoke and acted like Germans, John paid closer attention.
Herr Baumgartner was delighted to explain how the Romans conquered the region in 15 B.C. In the 5th century, it was taken over and ruled by the Goths. They were overthrown in the middle of the 6th century by the Langobards who annexed it into the Kingdom of Italy. This lasted until the Napoleonic wars. With the fall of Napoleon in 1805, the region was turned over to the Bavarian counts and the German influence took over. From that time on there was a mixture of Germans and Italians.
Prior to World War I and afterward, the Italian army occupied South Tyrol and President Woodrow Wilson allocated South Tyrol to Italy in the peace agreement, which he later regretted after he learned the majority of the people were German speaking. Because of the mountainous region and the alliance between Mussolini and Hitler, South Tyrol was kept mostly out of the fighting of World War II. When the US 88th Infantry marched into Tyrol, they discovered massive amounts of precious artifacts and treasures that had been stockpiled there for safe keeping and to hide them from the allies. Among the things found were railcars loaded with gold bars, tons of silk, the Italian crown jewels, and many works of art looted from galleries around Europe.
Following World War II the allies elected to leave it a part of Italy, however there was much dissension between the Italians and Germans of the region. This fact, together with the arrival of new Italian-speaking immigrants, lead to strong dissatisfaction among South Tyroleans, which culminated in terrorist acts perpetrated by the Befreiungsausschuss Sudtirol (BAS -translated as South Tyrolean Liberation Committee.) This group of terrorists caused so much trouble bombing Italian government buildings and murdering Italians that the world community got involved. Finally, an agreement was reached making South Tyrol an autonomous Italian state with broad powers to rule itself. Although the BAS terrorists were not satisfied with the region remaining part of Italy, they were driven underground. Since that time, peace and prosperity had existed in the region and it has become the wealthiest province in all of Italy.
John was fascinated with the history and hung on every word of it. "What were the BAS like? My father has been fighting against post-war terrorist groups in Germany," he said.
Herr Baumgartner, who was extremely pleased to have such an attentive audience for his beloved stories of local history began recounting some of the brutal torturous practices of the BAS. While he himself would prefer being reunited with the northern Tyrol region under Austrian rule, he was opposed to upsetting the peace and prosperity of the region as it was. He was very excited that the Italian Prime Minister, Antonio Bertolini had chosen his resort to vacation at with his grandchildren. The Prime Minister Bertolini is a billionaire. He explained that the BAS had died out and was no longer any threat. He moved to the bookshelf and pulled a large historical text off the top shelf. He placed it on the coffee table and rifled through the pages. "Ach, ja. Here it is. Zis is a picture of a group of BAS zat were caught and executed by the police in the final night of zere terrorist acts."
John and I leaned in close and simultaneously gasped. Two of the dead BAS terrorists lay in a heap with arms outspread. On their wrists was the tattooed symbol of the cross shaped knife entwined by the snake. We spent another hour recounting our experiences on the plane and in the airport with the men having similar tattoos on their wrists. Herr Baumgartner played down the significance of it, but worry was clearly evident underneath his dismissive attitude.
At last, Heinrich asked permission for John and himself to go to their room and play video games. Permission was granted. Karl and I stayed in the living room and conversed about lighter topics at Frau Baumgartner's insistence. After another hour we excused ourselves and found John annihilating Heinrich in Call of Duty. John was incredibly adept at picking off an enemy then moving immediately to a new strategic location. After each kill, John's character would sprint off to a new location. He was unbeatable by any of us. Karl finally suggested, after his third trouncing, that we head back to the villa for the night. Heinrich packed a small overnight bag while Karl scowled about it. We gave a last thank you to Frau Baumgartner for the wonderful meal and trudged across the snow toward the villa. It was quiet and still and the moon shone brightly on the blanket of snow. We walked in silence, each absorbed in our own thoughts.
I was startled from my thoughts about the BAS terrorists by a cold smack on the back of my head. John was laughing and molding a second snowball. "Game on!" I declared and Karl and I ran to a tree and began making our own snowballs. We spent another hour firing snowballs at each other until Karl and I mounted a charge. We overtook them and tackled them. I took John down and we rolled and wrestled in the snow. Karl was delighted to have an excuse to attack his little brother and Heinrich was on the verge of tears when I stopped Karl from stuffing a third handful of snow down the front of his little brother's pants. Karl stopped and let him up and we all double timed it to the villa since we were freezing cold.
We stomped the snow off as best we could out on the porch. Inside we stripped down to our boxers and Karl went over to start a blazing fire. We all were huddling around the fireplace rubbing our bare frozen legs. I grabbed my crotch and declared, "My balls are so freaking cold they've shrunk up smaller than John's." Everyone giggled.
"Hey," objected John, "mine aren't that small."
"What do you zink mine are like?" said Heinrich, "mine got snow packed."
"You barely had any to begin wiz," chided Karl.
"Zey are not zat small," replied Heinrich.
"Let's see," chuckled John as he reached out lightning quick and jerked Heinrich's boxers to his knees.
"Ach! Was Gibts?" shouted Heinrich grabbing at his boxers and pulling them back up. We all got a good look at his small,l hairless, uncircumcised dick and balls that truly were scrunched up so tightly it looked as if he barely had any. I was shocked at the forwardness of John's actions. It seemed like Heinrich and John had formed a little alliance with each other and became instant buds. When Heinrich had himself covered again, without comment, he grabbed John's boxers and retaliated, exposing John's two inch limp dick and shriveled balls. I got the feeling that John was prepared for the counter attack but instead of thwarting it, he seemed to allow it. Karl and I were laughing and holding onto the waistbands of our own boxers to prevent any spread of the attacks onto us.
"I think we got a couple little girls here. I didn't see any balls on either one of them," I teased.
"No, zey aren't girls, zey are eunuchs - dicks but not balls." We laughed at our jokes but Heinrich looked puzzled and John looked annoyed.
"What's a eunuch?" asked Heinrich.
"In ancient kingdoms like the pharaohs of Egypt and in Greece and Rome and even in Asia, the emperors took boys into the palace to be servants. They would cut out their balls so they wouldn't mature and could be trusted to guard the harems," explained John. "It's called castration when they cut out their balls." I was impressed he knew what one was. I was only partly sure of it myself.
"Ach, nein. I am not a eunuch!" declared Heinrich, wincing and grabbing his crotch.
"You just act like it sometimes."
Heinrich started pouting and I really wasn't in the mood for a fight between brothers, so I suggested we all go sit in the hot tub.
"Good idea," agreed Karl, "I will go start it up." He went out the sliding glass doors while John and I headed into the bedroom. Heinrich went into the closet and got undressed in there where he dropped his overnight bag. John and I pulled out our board shorts and put them on, then put our fluffy robes on over them. I wandered out by the kitchen and was looking over the bottles of wine. John started checking out the games selection by the big screen TV.
"We cannot trink zose," Karl said. "Zey are too expensive."
"How much?" I asked.
"Zat bottle on top is so, umm, zree hundred dollars."
"Wow. Who does that?" I asked, amazed.
"Rich people who come here to vacation," Karl said, laughing. He opened the small refrigerator and asked, "Would you like a beer?"
"Yah, right," I said.
Karl actually pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge and asked, "Is it okay from ze bottle, or would you like a glass?"
"You're serious? We can really drink those?" I asked shocked.
"Yah, naturlich, why not?" Karl asked.
"Cuz, we're kids."
"Ach ja, in America teenagers don't trink at home. Zey just party away. Here it is different. We don't trink to get drunken so much. We trink to relax."
"Well, I never drank at all before," I said.
"Ach so, do you vant to trry one or no?" Karl asked, still holding the beer.
"Yeah, I wanna try it. Damn, this is so balls." We headed out to the hot tub and Karl set the beers along with two orange sodas on the side of the hot tub. He shed his robe and climbed stark naked into the hot tub. John and I caught each other's attention and wrapped ourselves back up. Heinrich dropped his robe over the back of a patio chair, picked up one of the sodas and casually stepped naked into the hot tub with his brother. "I forgot something," I said turning back to the villa.
"Me too," copied John clutching his robe. Back in the bedroom, John asked, "What did we forget?"
"We forgot to get naked," I giggled, "When in Rome..."
"Do as the Romans do," completed John. We peeled off our board shorts and stuffed them back in a drawer. I grabbed my iPod and said I would claim I wanted some tunes.
We returned with my iPod and Karl talked me through hooking it up and turning on the patio speakers. I went back out and found John already in the spa sipping on his orange soda. I dropped my robe and felt embarrassingly exposed in front of everyone but tried to play it off. I took the opened beer and stepped into the hot water. It felt so good on my naked body.
I raised the beer and sniffed at it. It smelled very strong and very strange. Neither of my parents drank at all and I had never been allowed to go to any parties where there might be drinking, so I never really smelled it before. I was excited and trembling slightly in anticipation of the new experience. "My mom would shit a brick if she could see me now," I thought. I lifted the bottle and smelled it. I hoped it tasted better than it smelled. Karl was watching me intently. The others became aware of Karl's staring and turned their attention to me holding the bottle frozen at my lips. I felt self conscious again.
Slowly, I tipped the bottle up and the bitter brew slid over my tongue. I pulled the bottle away and spewed the nasty liquid into the hot tub. "Gaw, how can you drink this crap?" I spouted.
Everyone laughed. I felt foolish and thought about snatching John's orange Fanta and giving him the beer. "Ja, ze first trink is surprise, no?" Karl said still chuckling. "But you vill get used to it."
"Why would I want to?" I asked, still rubbing my tongue across my teeth to scrape off the nasty aftertaste.
"Trink it all und you vill see why," said Karl. I forced myself to drink the bottle. I found if I took two or three big gulps, I only had to deal with one aftertaste. I shuddered after each swig. By the end of the bottle, I was feeling a bit light headed and very relaxed. I started talking incessantly about every mundane thing in the world. Karl smiled and nodded as I went on and on.
Eventually, John and Heinrich got bored and said they were going in to play some video games. "But not Call of Duty," Heinrich clarified. John chuckled and agreed to let Heinrich pick. "I can make it to play on ze bedroom TV und ve can sit on ze beds," suggested Heinrich. I watched with amusement as they stepped out naked. John started to put on his robe but Heinrich stopped him and pulled him to the outdoor shower. He turned it on and pulled John immediately into it with him. I watched as the two young boys rubbed themselves to get the chlorine smell off.
Soon after they had gone in, my lightheaded feeling was worse and I needed to get out. The cold air on my wet naked skin gave me instant chills, so I quickly raced to the shower. As soon as I finished rinsing off, I wrapped my robe around me and struggled to open the sliding door. Finally, Karl opened it for me. He came in and reignited the fire, and we sat on the leather couch facing the crackling fire.
I asked him if he had a girlfriend and he said, "Ja, vould you like to see a photograph?"
Karl got his wallet from his pants in the bathroom. He pulled out three photos of his girlfriend and handed them to me. She was a knockout blonde with tits that wouldn't quit. "Wow, she's hot!"
He looked at me with the "I don't understand," look.
"You know, hot. Pretty. Good looking."
"Ach ja, she is hot," he agreed with a big smile.
"Have you done her yet?" I asked.
Again, I got the look. "Umm, you know, fucked her, had sex." I made a fist with my left hand and poked my right middle finger in and out of it, to simulate a dick fucking a vagina.
"Ach, NO, NO, NO," he said, blushing. "No fooking yet."
"You want to?"
Karl replaced the photos and tossed the wallet on the mantle and came back to the sofa. His robe fell open exposing his semi-stiffie, waggling side to side as he walked. The pointy skin at the end had shortened up, but it was still visible. I still couldn't see any part of his actual dickhead.
I laughed and pointed at it and said, "Looks like you're thinking about 'fooking' her right now."
Karl looked down at his semi and smiled. "Ja, naturlich." He made no effort to hide it at all. He climbed back on couch and pulled the flaps of the robe over himself.
"Hey, Karl?" I began, "Have you ever fucked any other girls yet?"
"Ja, naturlich," he said matter of fact like.
"How old were you?"
"How was it?"
Karl smiled a mischievous smile and his eyes sparkled as he said, "BALLS!"
We both laughed.
"David," he began, "Machst Du gerne das Onanie?"
Now it was my turn to give the "I am completely lost" look.
"Ach, sorry. I mean, do you like to make umm, masturbation?"
Whoa. That question completely caught me off guard. The word was like one you never hear. Adults don't use it because it's taboo, and kids don't use it because it's too technical. Besides, we have much better slang expressions for it like, choking the chicken, spanking the monkey, beating the meat, jackin', smackin', and whackin'.
"Umm, yeah," I began, a little unsure how to answer such a direct and awkward question. "I like doing it. Don't you?"
"Ja, I am much glad to do it," Karl said in an excited tone. "I very much need it to do."
Then he continued, "Have you ever it done wiz anozer person before?"
"Umm, no. Well yeah, once. I guess. If you count the time my brother taught me about it. And, I kinda did it with J ... , well, on the ... well, yeah, once."
Your, brozer taught you?" Karl asked in a curious tone. Karl was obviously pondering about something as he asked me for clarification.
"Yeah, I caught him doing it on the toilet in our bathroom when I was like ten. He pulled a towel off the rack and put it over him when I walked in but I totally saw it. At first, I thought he was going to get really mad at me, but instead he asked if I knew what he was doing."
"Nah, I had no idea. He said it was called jacking and it was a fun thing boys like us could do with our dicks. He said if I could keep it a secret from mom and dad, he'd show me how it worked."
"Yeah, we went in his room and he told me to get naked like him and we lay on his bed. He let me rub his big one until he squirted all over himself. I was freaking amazed. Then, he rubbed mine for me but I didn't squirt yet; I just got the good feelings, you know. After that, I did it a lot. When I was in 7th grade, I started growing some hairs and squirting."
"You touched each ozers? Zat's balls," Karl said. "I vonder if I should teach Heinrich about it?"
"Hell yeah, you should," I confirmed, "he's just the right age. How'd you learn about it?" I asked.
"Just in ze Dusche, I mean shower. I was rubbing it und I got zis very good feeling."
"Yeah, it's way good, huh?"
"Damn, dude, you got me all boned up talking about this shit," I said.
"I need to go in ze bazroom for a minute," Karl said, moving forward on the couch to stand up.
"Before you do, I need to get something from there really quick, okay?" I informed him.
"Ja, okay, but hurry up," Karl said smiling.
I rushed into the bathroom and looked it over. I wondered where he would probably jerk off at in there. I settled on the most likely place to be sitting on the toilet. I positioned my spy cam on the counter with a toothbrush handle under one side of it to get the angle right. I pressed the start button, grabbed a small bottle of lotion off the countertop and exited. "All yours," I said with a wink, "don't hurt yourself."
He broke into a huge smile and strode into the bathroom with both hands in the pockets of the soft, white robe.
I sat back on the couch and imagined what he might be doing in the bathroom. I pictured him on the toilet. I imagined his nice dick all boned up as I had a bunch of times during jack-off fantasies. It was considerably easier to imagine after getting a peek at his semi-stiffie. The heat from the fire was enough to keep me warm after I pulled my robe open in front to jack myself off. In the glow of the flames, I could see my throbbing four inches sprouting from my groin and growing upward near my stomach. My four-incher wasn't that impressive compared to his, but I got lots of pleasure from it and that's what counted as far as I was concerned.
I walked over to the bathroom door and tried to peek through the keyhole. I couldn't see anything. I thought about walking in and saying I needed something again, but couldn't think of anything that was believable I could need from in there. I had my dick between my thumb and fingers and was stroking slowly. I listened with my ear to the door and I heard Karl blowing air out between his lips in rhythmic bursts. I heard the slapping of flesh against flesh, timed to his breathing pattern. I felt the heat of the sexual fire in my own balls and dick as the flames of pleasure licked at my groin from my clenched butt hole all the way to the tip of my purple dickhead. I desperately hoped I'd placed the camera in the right spot.
Then I heard it, "Ach, Mensch!" He groaned out loudly and then fell silent.
That sent me over the edge, and I shot three blasts of cum onto the bathroom door jamb. I jacked myself slowly a few more times as I dribbled out my remaining sauce. My eyes were closed and I felt the got, orgasmic flames die down into glowing embers. After a brief recover, I rushed into the kitchen area and grabbed some paper towels to wipe the doorway up with. I threw the towels in the trash and hurried back to the couch, sinking into my spot just in time as he emerged from the bathroom.
"You get creamy, white sauce on your big, red wuerstchen?" I joked.
"Hah, ja, very funny."
Karl recovered his breathing and said, "Zat vas balls!"
"Zat vasn't just balls, zat vas 'Balls on Fire!'" I said, mimicking his accent. We shared a long mellow laugh together just laying back on the couch and enjoying the relaxation that follows a flaming orgasm. Remembering the video, I excused myself for a minute, went in and turned it off and then took a quick piss. I returned and lounged back on the couch, staring into the flames.
"Ve should go to bed now," suggested Karl after about fifteen minutes of comfortable silence. Karl turned the fireplace off and we headed to bed. "Do you really zink I should teach ze masturbation to Heinrich?" he asked.
I walked into the bedroom ahead of him. "I think you're too late," I commented over my shoulder.
"Too late for vut?" asked Karl. I motioned toward the bed where the game controllers were at the foot of the bed and two naked boys lay entwined, fast asleep. John had his boxers in his right hand. I leaned down and sniffed at them.
"You're too late to teach your little brother anything he doesn't already know," I said smiling.
"Ach, mein Gott!" said Karl staring at the cute, naked pile of tender boy flesh. "I am too late."
"Let's just put the covers over them and we can share this other bed tonight," I suggested and gently pulled the confuter over the two. They barely stirred at all. Karl and I slipped naked into the opposite bed and pulled our downy comforter up to our necks.
"Good night, Karl."
"Gute Nacht, David."