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to do anything, and in fact was too afraid of his size and disposition to do more than simply make up phantasies and frig myself to sleep.
         One afternoon, being rather more clumsy than usual, I stumbled against his door just as I was going to apply my eye to the keyhole. Not being fastened, it flew wide open, exposing Mr. Klaus in the very act of admiring his fine bum and bosom in front of a small glass. How he blustered and harrumphed for a moment, but recovering himself at once and whirling a dressing gown ‘round his great trunk, exclaimed: “Well, well, Master Jack. What do you think you will see now?”
         I stammered out an excuse, but he asked me into his room, saying, with a booming laugh, “I know you thought you would see my great and mysterious endowments or something, now, didn’t you? Long have I suspected your unusual proclivity, my boy.”
         “You won’t tell mother, will you, Klaus? I’ve often seen your tremendous breast, and wanted to see—”
         “I never tell tales, Jack, if you don’t. What did you want to see? Tell me, exactly,” he said, a most tantalizing smile breaking through his great mustache and beard.
         My assurance did return as I found he was not cross, “Well, sir, my curiosity has often taken the best of me, but I have often wondered what the jewels of a man of your great size and strength might appear to look like; both relaxed and inflamed as well. Won’t you show me your fine cock and balls, Klaus? I so very much want to see them, as I am sure their beauties. I have a shilling here, which I would gladly give to you if you would show me them just for a moment.”
         “I don’t want your money, dear boy,” he replied, “but will you kiss them if I let you have a peep?”
         “That I will,” I eagerly replied. “Only let me lift aside your robe, Klaus.”
         “And I must look at yours, Jack, and kiss it. Is it a bargain, my good young man?”
         “I’ll show as much as you do for a spree, so make haste,” was my answer.
         “What a nice little fellow you are. Give me a kiss first, and then we’ll have a romp. Would you like to come and sleep in my bed at night, dear?” he asked, and I felt my breath almost sucked away. He squeezed and hugged me to his heaving bosom. You may be sure I liked nothing better, and assured him so.
         As if by magic his dressing gown dropped down to his heels, and in a moment Klaus was dancing ‘round the room with nothing on but the flesh within which he was born, affording me exquisite glimpses of his splendid muscular bum, and the monstrous endowments which ornamented the lowest part of his belly in front.
         “Off with your things, Jack, before I’ll let you kiss me; make haste, or your bum shall smart in the twinkling of an eye,” he exclaimed, dancing up to me, his ruddy face all animation. He had a devilment in his looks I had never seen before, a glee which betrayed his every scowl burnt into my memory since I was a child. How had I not noticed this great and burly man until after my return from boarding school? Perhaps ‘twas because I was now something of a man myself, and was more prepared to meet with a fellow on terms I could better delineate. Still, in many ways I had much to learn, and my innocence in such affairs would prove to be quite a boon in the case of Klaus.
         My face was burning. His daring immodesty seemed to make me quite shamefaced, and I felt so abashed I hardly knew how to speak.
         “How you blush, Jack; did you never see a man before?” he asked, seeming to take pleasure in increasing my embarrassment. He kissed me again and again, his hairy visage making me ticklish as he almost tore my clothes off, ‘till nothing but my shirt afforded the least protection against his ardent glances.
         “Slip off that ugly rag and allow me to see what a lean and virile young man you’ve