Their they stood, embraced in a passionate lip lock on the first floor of the rotunda, arm in arm, soaking up the attention of dozens of GI´s returning home from duty. It was Robbie and his roommate Brian! Ignoring the hateful screams they held each other, almost in a trance, exploring each others mouths with their tongs.
'Fuckin faggots!'� screamed the one.
'That's fuckin sick!'� came the other.
I just stood their and watched, confused, taken back by the notion that maybe Robbie didn't just like chicks.
The military guys living in the dorm were definitely not ready for such an intense provocative kiss, engaged by, as they put it, two fuckin faggots. Shortly their after, the cops were notified along with the first Sergeant. Then, all hell broke loose for Robbie and his sweaty. Their was an OSI (officer special investigations) officer assigned to the case who ordered that Robbie and his roommate be interrogated about their sexual preference, and their mail was now arriving opened. Robbie became an outcast almost immediately, no one, but really no one, wanted to be seen or have anything to do with him. Mean while the Air Force, completely disregarding the new don't ask don't tell policy coming straight from our commander and chief, continued with the criminal investigation rounding up different people to testify against the lover boys.

Robbie was taken back by all of this, and drank a lot. Let me rephrase that. He drank even more and tried to spend as much time as he could off base. Then, it happened, one evening in Sachenhausen he bumped into a pretty girl from Finland that liked having fun. Sparks flew and the two of them became inseparable almost immediately, spending time together whenever they could. Word had since reached the investigators that Robbie was regularly signing a girl on base. Disappointed about the foreseeable end to their inquisition they reluctantly put their investigation on hold. Six weeks later Robbie and Astrid got married in Denmark, quickly moving off base, away from the Air Force detectives, into an apartment behind the Frankfurt Airport.

Between the OSI and the homophobes, Robbie had become a very controversial, almost dangerous figure to be seen with. Ignoring the heckling from my peers, I stayed friends with him throughout the investigation. It was summer now and Robbie and the Air Force had since put the whole homo incident behind them. Finally he could move on. Now in good spirits and showing signs of starting to loosen up again, him, his wife and I frequently went to the swimming holes outside of the Air base together, where you could sunbath, eat worst's, drink, swim and just relax. One hot afternoon, a little bored with the usual beach scene, we decided to go to the nudist part of the lake. This is pretty cool I thought, looking around checkin out the pussy and tits sporting my pale white zitty ass. I was a first timer and little uneasy about hanging my shit out for all to see. But, you get over it and when you do you can really enjoy yourself, because, it's just more comfortable. For one, you don't have this wet rag of a bathing suite stickin to your ass for hours. No, you just get out of the water and stand around and soak up the sun, as an occasional breeze gently blow-dries your balls. Ya!! That was nice, and when your dry, you go back to your towel. The Germans are fun to watch, because, when it comes to nudity, they just don't give a fuck. I liked watching the guy selling worst's. He sat under a sun umbrella busily roasting away doing his best to keep the customers well fed. It was mid afternoon and a large group had since flocked around his stand, most of them completely naked, with the acceptation of money bags and flip flops which seemed to be in with the nudie crowd. Like any typical bar scene the customers were all standing around smokin cigarettes, eatin worst's, occasionally taking a swig of beer and chatting, just, they weren't wearing any clothes. But, nude beach or no nude beach it all gets a bit boring doesn't it? Yah, the sun beats down on your ass, then ya check out the bush on the chick sitting behind you. Or you try and look at the seigniors without being noticed and wonder to yourself, will I ever look like that? If I had been with anyone else I would have began to think about packing my shit, but, I was with Robbie.

I guess some nude beach scenes are more active than others where volleyball games are organized and the like, but this wasn't like that. The visitors for the most part kept to themselves. Several hours had past since we had stripped down and by this point it was obvious that Robbie had become very comfortable with being nude as his actions were getting bolder by the minute. He was almost always standing up, walking around, throwing rocks in the water and talking in a real loud voice, basically doing anything it took to be the centre of attention. When he finally announced that he was going for a walk, I was glad, I mean, just because he wanted to be the centre of attention didn't mean I wanted to be. So, I went back to sunbathing, kinda dosing off in the sun for a few minutes. 'Dick! Dick! Hay! Hay!'� I looked up from my towel startled. 'How embarrassing!'� I stared in disbelief as Robbie ran across the otherwise quiet beach at top speed, his junk giggling all over the place while flapping his arms and shouting. Now back at our spot, out of breath and laughing he explained that he always wanted to run across the sand butt naked. As he chatted away about how good it felt I became aware of the disapproving stares coming from the other beach goers who were busy peering at us from behind their newspapers and magazines. Settling back down on his towel he rested for a while, the glaring eyes slowly shifting back to their reading material. This time I got up and took a swim, while drying off I chucked some rocks in the water, 'damn this shit is kinda fun.'� I thought to myself. After returning to my towel and then laying back down, I could tell something was up, Robbie and Astrid were looking at me giggling. 'Hay Dick.'� Asked Robbie, '�Wanta see Astrid's fuck hole?'� I was pretty shocked by the question which I instinctively answered with yes. Robbie reached over to his lady's bush and spread open the twat, exposing the inner workings, the two of them laughing then looking at each other and then kissing. Minutes later Robbie was digging up the beach sculpturing a big naked sand woman, his dick dragging around in the sand as he scooped away, gouging a deep hole between the lady's legs. The Germans, once again, busily watching from behind their newspapers. Finished with his masterpiece he stood up while brushing the sand off. He looked up at his beachside audience, and smiled back at the crowd who by now made it no secret that they were watching him. He looked back down at his sand lady giving her a once over. Then he dropped to his knees and laid on his creation, putting his cock in the hole, pumping his ass up and down as he passionately kissed her sand breasts. I was speechless as Robbie's wife pleaded with him to stop, 'O´h Robbie! Robbie! Come on! Robbie!'� the other nudists busily mumbling amongst themselves some of them, looking away in disgust.
Getting up and brushing the sand off, he retired back to his towel where he was scolded, only the tone in his wife's voice lacked the seriousness you would find in someone who was truly angry. Truth was, we loved it, the lunieness and the watching eyes from the other bathers, yep it was a pretty fun time, but we had been spotted.

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