A life course (4)
4. Virgins can also serve the Homeland
Well, the title says it all... that whole puberty was one big search for girls that resulted in taking away the pressure with boys.
Oh, those girls were there, but always limited to kissing and cuddling... don't forget that society was such that talking to a girl while bicycling was already very suspicious and someone who had seen it enthusiastically gossiped to my parents, luckily mostly to my mother.
You shouldn't imagine too much with those guys either, each his own cock... that was already considered homosexuality back then... laughable if you look back now, half a century later.
Anyway, as a 21 year old my maraine's prediction came true... I joined the army, full of enthusiasm and ideology (The Warsaw Pact had invaded Czechoslovakia a few months before) but as a virgin so.... and it would stay that way for a while.
Women were not yet in the army, gays were not tolerated... so what was left? My rubbers, my strings, my horny dreams of the unattainable... For the rest I was absolutely free for the first time in my life... from Siegen to Ghent was a day's journey (partly even with a steam train!) and in Siegen of course German women were walking around.
The language was not a problem, after all I had studied 'secretariat-modern languages', my good physical and upbringing was a problem, I was promoted to lieutenant at lightning speed... after a year of commanding various platoons I became 2nd commander of my unit and so had to know what our mission was in wartime.
So a high security certificate with the necessary attention for my person... probably by the enemy intelligence services, but certainly by ours.
When my Corps Commander (with whom I was on friendly terms) pointed out to me that discreetly disturbing questions and remarks were being made about me by undisclosed agencies, I understood... my outings and the ensuing relationships were a security risk ... in which drawer of the desk in my young couple's apartment did I hide those rubbers and strings again?
So I drew the right, safe career-oriented conclusions and yet a few weeks later I was still almost threatened with relegation, even expulsion from the army.
I was the brigade permanence officer that weekend. So when the alarm came, it was my responsibility to react appropriately and to alert all battalions... the first, only and indispensable link in a chain to lead combat troops from slumbering peace to imminent war operations.
Needless to say, my little person was well guarded and secured.
There was the normal guard who guarded the quarter (a complex of 3 adjacent barracks) and could call on an armed picket of 30 men in case of necessity.
There was the military police inspecting the building from the outside every hour or so to avoid or terminate any break-in attempts.
There was my personal protection by a non-commissioned officer and three well-armed men... and if that didn't help I still had my own weapon and the safety of 2 locked doors, one of which was armored.
Security was pushed so far that our food was dropped off at the door after ringing the bell and came from different kitchens ... so turning us off like this was not an option either.
So imagine my consternation when suddenly a German sweetheart appeared in the doorway, in the holiest of holies, in the best-guarded building in Siegen and its environs... in the nerve center of the troops who had to stop the Russians and the like. ..
I had indeed told her that we couldn't see each other that weekend because I was on duty … so what? That didn't seem like a state secret to me, did it?
However, Ilse, or whatever she might call it, was a bright, or well-educated girl. After all, I had said that I was on duty, not an officer on watch...and the latter only lasts 24 hours and not a whole weekend. Getting in the quarters was no problem, she said, after all, I had made an appointment with her in the non-commissioned officers' mess (the officers' mess is never in a barracks but always in the vicinity) and on my personal watch she had explained being my woman and that there were problems with our c***d...
'Oh nice, you even have a bed here' she said 'I want to fuck you here and now'
Well, that didn't go well. Even if there had been a busload of naked women standing in front of me, the tension in my mind was so great that there was no tension at all in my cock; I'm not 007 James Bond!
With kisses, hugs and sustained argument I finally got her out. Fortunately, the petty officer understood that his career was in even more danger than mine, and we managed to keep everything quiet.
Hilarious when you look at it years later but then… well now I had time, there was a bed, we couldn't possibly be ***** on and there was a very attractive willing woman… and I remained a virgin… two more full years... but I got better and better with rubber and string.
Well, the title says it all... that whole puberty was one big search for girls that resulted in taking away the pressure with boys.
Oh, those girls were there, but always limited to kissing and cuddling... don't forget that society was such that talking to a girl while bicycling was already very suspicious and someone who had seen it enthusiastically gossiped to my parents, luckily mostly to my mother.
You shouldn't imagine too much with those guys either, each his own cock... that was already considered homosexuality back then... laughable if you look back now, half a century later.
Anyway, as a 21 year old my maraine's prediction came true... I joined the army, full of enthusiasm and ideology (The Warsaw Pact had invaded Czechoslovakia a few months before) but as a virgin so.... and it would stay that way for a while.
Women were not yet in the army, gays were not tolerated... so what was left? My rubbers, my strings, my horny dreams of the unattainable... For the rest I was absolutely free for the first time in my life... from Siegen to Ghent was a day's journey (partly even with a steam train!) and in Siegen of course German women were walking around.
The language was not a problem, after all I had studied 'secretariat-modern languages', my good physical and upbringing was a problem, I was promoted to lieutenant at lightning speed... after a year of commanding various platoons I became 2nd commander of my unit and so had to know what our mission was in wartime.
So a high security certificate with the necessary attention for my person... probably by the enemy intelligence services, but certainly by ours.
When my Corps Commander (with whom I was on friendly terms) pointed out to me that discreetly disturbing questions and remarks were being made about me by undisclosed agencies, I understood... my outings and the ensuing relationships were a security risk ... in which drawer of the desk in my young couple's apartment did I hide those rubbers and strings again?
So I drew the right, safe career-oriented conclusions and yet a few weeks later I was still almost threatened with relegation, even expulsion from the army.
I was the brigade permanence officer that weekend. So when the alarm came, it was my responsibility to react appropriately and to alert all battalions... the first, only and indispensable link in a chain to lead combat troops from slumbering peace to imminent war operations.
Needless to say, my little person was well guarded and secured.
There was the normal guard who guarded the quarter (a complex of 3 adjacent barracks) and could call on an armed picket of 30 men in case of necessity.
There was the military police inspecting the building from the outside every hour or so to avoid or terminate any break-in attempts.
There was my personal protection by a non-commissioned officer and three well-armed men... and if that didn't help I still had my own weapon and the safety of 2 locked doors, one of which was armored.
Security was pushed so far that our food was dropped off at the door after ringing the bell and came from different kitchens ... so turning us off like this was not an option either.
So imagine my consternation when suddenly a German sweetheart appeared in the doorway, in the holiest of holies, in the best-guarded building in Siegen and its environs... in the nerve center of the troops who had to stop the Russians and the like. ..
I had indeed told her that we couldn't see each other that weekend because I was on duty … so what? That didn't seem like a state secret to me, did it?
However, Ilse, or whatever she might call it, was a bright, or well-educated girl. After all, I had said that I was on duty, not an officer on watch...and the latter only lasts 24 hours and not a whole weekend. Getting in the quarters was no problem, she said, after all, I had made an appointment with her in the non-commissioned officers' mess (the officers' mess is never in a barracks but always in the vicinity) and on my personal watch she had explained being my woman and that there were problems with our c***d...
'Oh nice, you even have a bed here' she said 'I want to fuck you here and now'
Well, that didn't go well. Even if there had been a busload of naked women standing in front of me, the tension in my mind was so great that there was no tension at all in my cock; I'm not 007 James Bond!
With kisses, hugs and sustained argument I finally got her out. Fortunately, the petty officer understood that his career was in even more danger than mine, and we managed to keep everything quiet.
Hilarious when you look at it years later but then… well now I had time, there was a bed, we couldn't possibly be ***** on and there was a very attractive willing woman… and I remained a virgin… two more full years... but I got better and better with rubber and string.
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