That would be Klaus. When I was just out of basic training I got stationed in Germany. The first few weeks were a lot of intensive inprocessing and training. My first full weekend off I decided to go into downtown Wiesbaden and meet some girls. I was in my "trying to be straight period". I had lots of girlfriends back in Kentucky but hadn't been with a guy since I was 13.
I really didn't like any of the women in the bars and decided to go back to the Airbase. I had heard that queers hang out in the park at night. So I took a shortcut through the park. This large German national walked by me and we exchanged glances, then I moved on, it was about a five mile hike and the buses had stopped running.
As I was walking down the road a car stops and the driver asks if I would like a ride. It was the guy from the park. He had an accent but his english was great. I told him that I was going back to the barracks and he invited me to his house. I accepeted, I was really horny too.
We got to his house and it was like I was thirteen again. We stripped and then began kissing and cuddling and his cock was enormous. So I kneeled down and sucked him and then discovered something odd, a foreskin, I had never seen one before. As big as he was, he grew bigger in my mouth. Then we went to his bed and he tried to penetrate me but I was way to tight and we switched positions and I squatted over him. I lubed up my hole with a lot of spit and then lubed him up with some more spit and then lowered myself onto him. It was the mid 70s so barebacking was quite normal then. It was a great ride.
The next morning we woke up and he wanted to fuck me again so I was glad to accomodate him. I got on all fours and he entered me from the rear and he felt divine.
Just as we were going at it nicely, a woman walks into the room. I was horrified. She just smiled, Klaus kept fucking me and she left. The next thing I know she's back, naked and she spreads my cheeks to get a better view of her man fucking my ass.
I had a wonderful time with those two. Petra was the first person to ever fist me. They introduced me to watersports, enemas and mild S&M. Then in just three short years I was rotated to Fort Riley, Kansas and no one in Kansas that I found did what Petra and Klaus did. I sure miss them, a lot.