took me to dinner at a very nice and expensive restaurant. We had wine and dinner and chatted into the evening. Then he drove me to his apartment where we spend the night again and of course had more hot sex! I found out that I was one of the few guys Hans had sex with. Back then, the only thing we did to each other was to suck the other guy’s cock.

Since Hans was a nice guy and I enjoyed his company very much, we agreed to meet again when he was back in Frankfurt the next time. I could hardly wait until he was in town again.

The next time we met he asked me to send for my cowboy clothing and boots so he could see me in them. He said that he had seen cowboys when he was in Texas and loved how the cowboys’ clothing fit their bodies. I did not have any cowboy clothing - but - I found a Sears catalog and was able to order the complete outfit. I had it rushed to me, it took well over a month, but I had my cowboy outfit at last. My "wash frau" took the new clothing and washed it several times to get the new look out of it, then she ironed it. So when Hans was again in Frankfurt, I took my cowboy clothing to his apartment and put it on. At that time I was in the army and could not wear civilian clothing (uniforms only).

When I finished taking a bath at his apartment, I put on my cowboy clothing and walked into the room he was in. His mouth dropped open as he looked at this cowboy in tight jeans with no underwear on, boots and body fitting shirt. He had always been very horny to try a cowboy and I was available. When Hans saw me in my cowboy clothing, he dropped to his knees, started kissing, licking and feeling. It did not take long for me to have a big hard-on and soon Hans had it sticking out of my fly and sucking on it. He would suck my cock, turn me around and kiss all over my jeans, then back to my cock and more sucking. Hans was in heaven and so was I. He really was a great cocksucker!

Once Hans asked me to wear my cowboy clothing and he would take me out to a gay German bar in Frankfurt. I got dressed and off we went. If the Military Police had caught me, I would have been kicked out of the U.S. Army for being gay. When we entered the bar, every one just stared at us - guess they were not used to seeing a cowboy in a gay bar in Frankfurt. We had a drink and watched the guys; a few guys came by to ask me if I was a "REAL" cowboy and of course I assured them that I was just off the ranch in Texas. I didn't even know how to ride a horse! But as far as Hans and the guys there were concerned, I was a real "by God cowboy".

Hans was very proud of me that night and when we ended up again in his bed, he showed me just how proud of me he was.

When Hans was out of town, I would run wild and have as much sex as I could. But when Hans was in town, I was his cowboy!