Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2018 12:30:01 +0000
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: THE CHILDREN OF THE WAR 1

			CHILDREN OF THE WAR
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INTRODUCTION
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Reader, this file contains two entirely different stories: "Boys' Bravery"
and "The Nightingale boy", inspired by real events that started in 1937. I
wrote to upload them separately; however, they have many things in
common. The background of both stories is the Spanish Civil War (1936-1939)
even they start and finish almost at the same time. The stories refer to
children shipped to some countries in order to protect them from the
bombings in the largest Spanish cities, carried out by the Fascist Regime's
aircrafts.

It depicts sex contacts between minors: boy/boy and boy/girl; however, no
adults are involved.

English is not my mother language, therefore, please, be acquiescent with
the syntax. Any comment, sent to "al.peres@hotmail.com", will be welcomed
and answered.

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			Story 1.- BOYS' BRAVERY
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				Part 1
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CHAPTER 1
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Jeff Gilles, his nephew Robert and his best friend Jeremy, both of 11 y/o,
were lying into a deep fresh cave on the bed made with dry grazing and a
blanket; it was the afternoon of a late Spring day in the North of Spain
high mountains. The spring had been very wet, and the boys' flocks of goats
were resting under large bushes watched by the boys and their unknown breed
dog. At those high points they were not disturbed by the noise produced in
the nearby small town by the Fascist troops; apparently preparing a great
offensive that would almost determine the course of that cruel and terrible
Civil War. It was early June 1938.


Peter, Jeff's older brother, and Robert's father had loved those lands and
its noble and brave people. He had come twelve years ago towed by his
beautiful girlfriend, Maria; a student of English and primary school
teacher that he had met in Oxford. He wanted to cooperate with the dawning
Republic and had been appointed as teacher of the boys' section of the same
school.

A few days after their arrival from England, they married. Ten months later
Robert was born; and a few hours afterwards Jeremy, his best friend, came
to this world. Christy and Elisabeth, at the moment 7 and 4 y/o,
respectively, followed Robert. The marriage had caused serious problems to
Noah Gilles, their father; an old and recalcitrant Sephardim Jew who dearly
loved his sons. He broke their relationship, however, he had the hope Peter
would return after some time. Jeremy was an only child.


The young brothers were idealists and thought their lives belonged to them,
and not to their old Father. Peter was graduated as Economist in Cambridge
and his Father had planned to transfer him his jewel business, though he
had warned his Father he was not ready to accept it. As a tradition, Jeff
was aware that his brother would be the heir since he was near two years
older than he was; therefore, he studied Medicine and had graduated as MD
at London University.


Just three years ago, as any close brother, Jeff could not bear his
brother's absence; he closed his London clinic and went to Spain to join
his brother. The Republic welcomed him as they had done with his brother;
and since he was Sephardim, descendent from those who were obliged to leave
Spain in 1492, he was granted all the rights as any Spaniard had, though
they did not use their ancestors' religion and lifestyle. He met his
Spanish family and both brothers hugged tenderly. He was mad about his
brother's children, especially Robert and his friend Jeremy; since he
seemed to be part of the family. Some months after his arrival, the Civil
War started.

He was recruited by the Republic new Army as MD Captain.


Peter remained in the town as boys' teacher; however, most of the
landowners, the priest, and people believed to be supporting the Fascist
regime, flew away; many of those who could not go away were shot down by
uncontrolled republican militia forces. Peter belonged to the local
Committee that governed the town's life. Some months after the war's start,
the Fascist forces held the town, establishing it as the separation line
between the two territories in conflict. With the Fascist forces, the
priest and a few landowners also returned. In this instance, Peter ran away
to prevent possible reprisals. The priest thru the confession box to an old
woman found out where Peter and his men had the hideout. The local forces
organized an attack during the night; Peter and his men fought bravely, but
almost all of them died, including Peter. From that day the church was
empty of parishioners.


Jeff returned to help his brother's family, but he could not approach the
small town, except when he was informed there was not much risk. The boys,
Robert and Jeremy started as shepherds with a flock of goats. Soon the boys
knew all the caves and corners of those mountains dividing the two
zones. They went from one zone to the other without any problem, even
Robert started making business with tobacco; the fascists had not paper to
make cigarettes, and the republican had not tobacco; he made possible both
had tobacco and paper. He never accepted money, but food or jewellery. Both
sides trusted on the intelligent boys. Jeff came to watch the enemy's
forces to prevent any sudden attacks, reporting to his Connell. With
Maria's consent and the boys' enthusiastic collaboration, he stayed in the
caverns with his nephew and friend.

He prepared an emptied cane stick for the boys, where he could hide
messages unscrewing it.

They always opened it before meeting his contact person, in order no one
could ever know where he concealed the messages. This system worked
perfectly preventing many people being killed by surprise; everybody
believed the boys were making business or just shepherding the goats.


Robert and Jeremy woke up near their Uncle Jeff, as both called him. The
children loved the man as much as they had loved their own fathers. The man
was bare-chested as the boys started making ticklish to their Uncle. It was
not the first time that they started wrestling into the fresh cavern; the
boys were laughing and their cheeks pink of excitement; their dicks tenting
their shorts dirty trousers. Robert watched his Uncle strong chest, void of
any hair. Suddenly he took off the only garment he had on, and Jeremy did
the same.


	"Uncle Jeff, we like you very much." Saying this, the boys started
kissing Jeff's chest.

He was an MD and knew beforehand what the young boys wanted and
needed. They clearly were approaching puberty and those were the first
signs. The boys spent almost all of their time in those lonely mountains
without the contact with other boys and needed him. Without any more
preliminaries, Jeff laid the boys on his back and started teaching them how
they could enjoy their sex making it one another at the same time. Some
minutes later, the boys took into his mouths each other little white penis
on a 69 position. They squirmed in lust and started to breathe hard, with
their eyes closed. Both boys were concentrated in what their Uncle had
taught them.


They knew Uncle Jeff did not like to suck their dicks because his large
cock never was hard, but he loved them and that was more than enough. After
a few minutes, the boys could not bear the intense exciting sensation; they
pushed their heaps against each other and screamed as the great orgasm hit
their small bodies. Jeff understood the boys were satisfied, as they had
their curly hair wet, and their penises starting to get flaccid. Both
children sighed and hugged as Jeff kissed their heads.


The man liked Jeremy; he loved to watch those intense green eyes of the boy
as they spark when he was approaching his orgasm. He closed them and did as
his best friend. In the bliss of the moment, Jeff stared at the boy,
instinctively caressed the smooth chest with the tip of his fingers, still
recovering his breathing. His large curved black eyelashes contracted with
his intense green eyes. The man sighed watching the boy; he thought what a
good job Mother Nature had done creating this being. In spite of the child
dirtiness, he was a real beauty. A strange child that knew how to behave in
every moment with any person; nevertheless, he had not been in an expensive
school to learn it, except the contact with his cousin's mother and Peter,
for him, his real parents.


The boys had their hair a little longer than normal; the rest of the boys
of the village had the hair short cut to prevent lice contamination during
this time of the year. Jeff had brought some bar of special soap to fight
this insect, in spite, the boys had no contact with his schoolmates; most
of them now engrossed working in the summer harvesting of corn and
wheat. Jeremy and Robert looked more like twins than friends.


	"Are you alright, my brave boys?" The lads grinned with a sigh as
they looked at their Uncle with adoration. Jeremy thought: "What a
difference compared to my own father!"


	"Thanks, Uncle Jeff. It has been wonderful with the new technique."
Robert extended his small arms and dragged the man's face to his
chest. Jeff noticed some wetness on his cheeks. Jeremy then rested his head
on the man's belly.


	"Why is my brave shepherd crying?" Robert turned his head to one
side in order to prevent his Uncle could see his tears. He rarely cried,
but all the sudden, his mind brought him the image of his father and he
felt guilty; he missed him. The man wrapped his strong arms around the boys
and dragged their light bodies to his chest. He perfectly knew what they
were missing. On the contrary of Jeremy, he scarcely could remember his
father; for him, his real father and mother had been his best friend's
parents: Mama Maria and Papa Peter; and now, Jeff.


	"Men also cry, Robert. You shouldn't feel ashamed; a few boys could
behave like you, even many men."


	"I loved him with all my heart, Uncle Jeff; I have missed him a lot
until you came, and now you have filled all my thoughts. That's why I felt
bad. If the heaven really exists, I'm sure he must watch us and is very
pleased with what we do together, because he intensely loved you."

Robert wiped his tears out with the back of his arm.


	"Now boys let's talk about our business. My leg is getting better,
but unfortunately, I still cannot make long walks and we need more
information. In spite of our efforts and those of many men and women's
sacrifices, the Republic will lose the war; but we'll fight whatsoever
happens."


	"Why, Uncle Jeff? When we meet the man in the other village to give
him our information, we see all persons there have a high spirit. Isn't
true Jeremy?"


	"Yes, you are right."


	"Yes; but except the Soviet Union, we aren't receiving any
help. England and France have declared neutrality; however, the Fascists
are receiving huge quantities of war material from their friends Mussolini
in Italy and Hitler in Germany. Italy has also sent a lot of land troops;
we only have the International Brigades. We are brave but that isn't
enough." The boys kept silence for a few moments and then changed the
subject.


	"At least we got rid of the fucking priest; he must be now boiling
in hot water in the Hell.

Well... that's if the hell really exists, anyway. In any case, he didn't
deserve being called a priest.

Many persons were killed because he passed information to the Fascist's
forces; he obtained it in the confessional box from the old women;
fortunately, we pay him back with our original revenge. We wonder where he
is now."


	"I have heard about what happened, but I was in Zaragoza's hospital
taking care of the wounded soldiers; I received the terrible news
there. Did you watch the scene?"


	"Yes. We were with Carlos; he had lost his older brother in the
fight, too. That night almost everybody in the town was aware of what would
happen next day, except the priest and some nuns. Most of the Fascist
forces had left the town to help some other units. Our people came during
the night and held the town. They caught a few prisoners, some war material
and a lot of food. Amongst the prisoners was the Priest. The lieutenant
commanding the forces organized something like a trial; the man in black
was sentenced to death.


	"It wouldn't have been strange if they shoot him at that moment,
the same as they did to our people."


	"That's why everybody knew the priest wouldn't be shot, except
himself. The main plaza was full of all kind of persons, adults, and
children; Mom and the girls weren't there, and she pleaded us not to go,
but we told her wouldn't miss the event for all the gold of the world. The
priest was extracted from the Town Hall Jail and tied up in the middle of
the plaza. We observed how the soldiers couldn't hide their laughter. The
officer formed his men with their guns ready.

The priest then started crying and pleading not to be shot; then the
officer forgetting him, ordered his men: "ready, shoot!" The guns did their
job, but we couldn't see any blood or anything, except that the priest had
shitted and peed his cassock and trousers. Everybody started laughing
loudly; that was a feast great day. The following day he was loaded onto
one of the trucks that were full of corn flour; he looked like a floured
fish for frying." The boys started laughing loudly remembering the events.


	"When the Fascist forces returned, didn't they take reprisals on
the villagers?"


	"All the contrary! They were Spaniards, too; and the officers
didn't like much the priest; he was a coward and a stool-pigeon and could
betray them, too."


	"That's what your father admired of these people, Robert: They make
a comedy from a tragedy. Well, my dear nephews, you must get ready and walk
down to your home; these goats need to be milked, at least those which
aren't dry; at the same time, your moms should wash your clothes. In
respect of your bodies, please take the special soap and have a good shower
in the cascade."


	"We'll leave here the young goats; the dog will look after them."


	"Boys, you must be very careful when you arrive at the trench
line. We are expecting a great offensive from the Fascist; that's why I'm
here, to detect it. You are now my legs and my eyes; you must store in your
minds anything abnormal that you may observe."


	"Don't worry, Uncle Jeff. We'll stop at the trenches to exchange
these paper folders by tobacco; sure they will ask us if have seen anything
irregular."


	"Alright. Then tell your mom that I haven't any news. She knows
what it means." The boy grinned and sighed; he thought what a wonderful
thing would be if Uncle Jeff married his Mom; he would have again a father
he likes. However, as we'll see further on, the child was wrong, though not
fully.


They walked down from the mountains leaving behind the large boulders and
the exuberant Nature; Jeremy's trained large green eyes detected a male
bear; he did not care because it was far away and they were walking
downhill. Suddenly they heard:

	"Halt where you are!"


	"I'm Robert and this is my friend Jeremy with our cattle. We aren't
"reds" (Republican soldiers); besides, I have something for Captain Lopez."
The man grinned as the bare-chested officer appeared with a wide grin on
his face. It was warm and quiet in that part of the trenches.


	"Come on boys! Do you bring the "libritos"? (Little stacks of fine
paper to make cigarettes)

	"Yes sir, "Bambú" make, as you told me. It has been difficult to
find them, but I like to make business with you." The man laughed at the
naughtiness of the child, while Jeremy observed everything. The man
murmured: "You'll get far in your life. I'm sure Franco will help you and
your mom when this fucking war is over." They exchanged their merchandises
as the Captain added: "If anyone tries to stop you or your mothers, show
him this paper." He handed him two slips duly signed and stamped. The
clever boy said as he took the papers:

	"Captain, we don't need them because everybody knows us and our
goats; though, we'll obey you." The man ignored or was not aware of the
boys' intentions.


	"You are right up today; but from now on, you could meet strange
persons that don't know you." The officer knew his family and had been bad
luck the death of the boy's father. He had heard about the British
Consulate's complaint being filed. His General had secretly ordered to take
care of the boy's family; they could not afford now Britain retrieving
their neutrality.

Robert suspected what his Uncle Jeff had said; so he thought that night
Jeremy and he would go to the Cattle Fairground, placed outside of the
village.


Not far from the trenches line, there was a little river with limpid pure
waters coming from the melted snow in the mountains; it has many ponds and
cascades where many rich persons used to come from the Capital City to fish
trout. The boys and the flock crossed it to come and go.

Jeremy spotted an old fishing cane without rods near the pond; he ran and
picked it up, returning near his friend.


	"What do you want that cane for? It is broken from the thin part,
besides you always said you don't like fishing because you must spend a lot
of time to take any trout."


	"You are right, but I don't want the cane to fish, but to make a
stick with the thick part."

He grinned as his intense green eyes near sparked. "Manuel told me that a
cane is the best tool to kill a snake because it is empty and this kills
the serpent if you strike it with the hard part of the cane."


	"That's silly. I think a wood stick would be better." Robert said
while his friend was examining the cane; he remembered how the men folded
canes once they ended fishing and without breaking it. Suddenly Jeremy
gleefully showed to his friend.


	"Hey! Look at this!" He unscrewed the cane by the thick part; then
tossed the rest away.

"See, now I have a good stick without doing anything; besides I can conceal
inside a thin knife for our defence." Robert always admired his friend's
intelligence.


	"You are right. I think you did well." Robert then inspected the
cane carefully. He could see the stick could also be divided into two
parts; probably to introduce a sharp iron bar to nail it in the river
bank. "Look, Jeremy, we can make two parts of it."


	"Yes, you are right; it so adjusted that I didn't appreciate the
joint. Someone told me that these canes come from India and are very
expensive. The Indians use it as spears."


It was almost the sunset when Maria and the girls heard the sound of the
little bells hanged from the goat necks in the backyard of the house. She
flew to meet her sons; the boys had closed the gate and Robert ran into his
mother arms. They hugged and kissed tenderly; then Robert hugged the two
girls in one single embrace. Jeremy felt a pang in his chest since his
mother was not there to receive him; however, as he was getting some water
for the goats he heard:

	"I have two sons; where's your brother Jeremy, Robert?" The boy
grinned as Jeremy went into the woman's arms, receiving the same treatment
than his friend; however with the girls was different; the little Elisabeth
ran and jumped on Jeremy's arms, filling the boy's face with kisses that he
returned. The older sister murmured staring at the little girl.


	"Don't be so cloying." As soon as they were into the house where no
one could hear them, Maria asked him.


	"How are you, my sons?" I cannot concentrate on what I'm doing when
you are out.

How is Uncle Jeff's leg? It has been bad luck he almost broke it;
fortunately, he's an MD and knows how to cure it." The boy extracted from
his backpack something wrapped; it was some rice and chocolate tablet
exchanged with the Captain. Maria then observed the stick that Jeremy was
holding.


Her mind went back to almost two years back when the Civil War was just to
start; the boys were nine y/o, close to ten and her husband Peter Gilles
still was alive.


	"Where did you get this stick, boys?" The boys grinned, and Robert
explained.


	"It has been Jer's idea. He found a broken fishing cane and we
remembered that it is folded by the fishing man. We thought it would be
good for killing snakes, but Jer showed me he could conceal a sharp thin
knife for our defence in case someone trying to attack us." Maria stared
tenderly at the handsome boy and hugged him, as she thought about her late
husband.


	"You are always using your brains; not many could have thought on
that, but I think we can use it for another purpose. It is a good idea,
boys. You can arrange it and convert into two sticks, one each." The voice
of her daughter brought her to the present reality.


	"Mom, I have some news; I wonder if they are good or not." He told
his mother his impressions of what he had heard. "Tonight we'll go to the
Fairs Spot to find out, I'll tell Carlos about it; he's the only one whom
we can trust, especially since Fascists murdered his elder brother." The
woman could not retain her blurred eyes as she hugged again her son.


	"Robert my son, you are too young to carry out that task, it should
be done by a man..."

The boy near interrupted his mother.


	"We aren't cowards, Mom! Besides they won't suspect of boys like
Carlos and us. As Uncle Jeff says, we must be his eyes, his ears, and his
legs. We'll do it about midnight when the girls are asleep."


	"Didn't he say anything else, Robert?" The boy grinned cunningly.


	"Mom, why don't you marry him?" He's a handsome man, similar as Dad
was." She got white; another woman surely would have slapped her son for
being so rascal, but she knew her son very well. Instead, she placed her
hands on the boy's shoulders and sat down in front of her. Tenderly but
with determination, turning into English as it was a serious matter, she
then said.


	"Robert, my son; I wonder why you say this. You still are too young
to know adults' lives; however, up to today, I have only loved one man: he
was Peter Gilles, your father; and as a natural consequence, you and your
sisters came to this unhappy land." The boy felt he had arrived at
erroneous conclusions and tried to interrupt his mother, but she raised her
right hand and continued. "Let me finish, my son. We have enjoyed all the
happiness that persons can have until he was murdered; but right now, my
thoughts are only for him and for my children."

The boy hugged his mother and could not avoid some tears. On contrary, he
continued in Spanish.


	"I'm sorry Mom I misunderstood you, but I love Uncle Jeff with all
my heart. Sometimes I feel ashamed because I'm forgetting my father when
I'm with him. I'm sorry..." Maria interrupted her son and took his small
hand in hers.


	"There's nothing to be ashamed of. On the other hand, I cannot say
that I won't love any other man in the future." She then grinned rubbing
the boy curly and dirty black hair as she continued. "He could be a great
candidate. Why not give him a thought?" Mother and son smiled as the boy
sighed.


	"By the way, he told me to advise you there isn't any news; that
you would understand.

What is it, Mom?"


	"I'll tell you next time if he doesn't do before, but by now I have
to think about it. Sorry, my sons, I cannot be more explicit. Now both of
you go into the bathtub in the annex

, the water must be hot since it has been exposed to the sun all day; I
want to wash you, at least your hair and your back; you can do the
rest. The boys grinned.


	"I'll go home, Mama Maria. Surely my Mom has the water ready for me
to shower."

Jeremy said.


	"Don't be late, Jer," Robert said.


CHAPTER 2
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After some time, they heard some light knocks on the back door. Christy,
the 7 y/o girl, went to open. She immediately came running.


	"It is Jeremy." Robert went to meet his best friend with arms open,
and they hugged tenderly. They really were best friends, sharing secrets,
and many things. They were as twins since could remember

	"Hi, Rob! Still, you haven't bathed?" Then slowing his voice
preventing Robert's Mom could hear, he added: "Have you been fucking the
red kid goat instead of bathing? It must be great. You stink to goat." The
boys laughed noisily.


	"No, but I missed your expert sucking; nothing pleases me more."


	"Oh, don't worry; we can resume it anytime." They entered in the
dining-room where Maria was with the girls. Her son then said:

	"Mom, you don't need to come to the annexe to wash me. Jer will do
it instead, as he did sometimes. Perhaps he wants to have a bath with me,
too. Don't you, Jer?" The naughty boy grinned.


	"Well, I have already showered, but I'll make an effort so you take
your bath, though you know I'm not very fond of water. That's why the other
boys call me "the cat." Maria grinned as she pointed out.


	"That's not true Jeremy; they call you that nickname because you
have the largest green eyes I ever have seen; you should be proud of them."


	"He is, Mom. He never feels offended when boys or girls call him
that nickname. C'mon Jer; Mom is cooking something that you love:
rice-pudding. In the trenches, I got some rice, and the goats have provided
the lovely milk that smells to rosemary."


	"My mouth is watering thinking in the pudding and... in something
else. You know what."

Then they crossed the yard and into the annexe. Robert touched the water;
yes it was as his Mon had said. Before Jeremy could realise he was naked,
in fact, they were wearing only shorts and shirts; it was summertime. They
went under the water of the large wooden bathtub. He sat down on the right
side and Jeremy on the left; their legs crossed. Jeremy fixed his cat eyes
on his handsome friend.


	"What are you waiting for?" Robert said grinning. It was not the
first time the boys had those contacts. Jeremy approached his friend,
poured some water on his face and rubbed it tenderly; then kissed the
half-English boy on the lips. It was only a peck but that had the property
to excite him.


	"Please, stand." Robert placed his hands on the tub border and
helped himself to stand; then his lovely hard dick emerged in all his
glory. Before he could realise, he felt Jeremy's hands on his butt cheeks
and his dick in his friend's mouth. He moaned in lust as the images of his
dear Uncle Jeff in the cave came to his mind; that even increased his
desire; he sighed. As the pleasure crept thru his body, he knew he wouldn't
be able to stand when the feeling arrived.

Jeremy was an expert sucking his friend; only the instinct guided him; he
placed his arms around his loved friend and increased his sucking. Robert
was moaning loudly; he did not think his mother or sister could hear
them. He almost screamed when his orgasm hit his body. He fell on his
friend's head as his knees buckled and he murmured.


	"I, I love you Jer. You are so great, so honest..." Jeremy felt
very happy as he allowed his friend to sit in front of him. Two tears
rolled down his smooth but dry face cheeks.


	"I love you, too, Rob; I wonder what I would do if you never came
back as..." Jeremy put his hand on his friend's mouth stopping his next
sentence.


	"Jer, we agreed never talk about what your cousin Manuel did. We
have promised each other to remain together, and when we grow to adult,
we'll study to become MDs, as my Uncle Jeff is." Jeremy sighed. "You are
very good at it. Have you forgotten how you cured the dog's leg?" The other
boy smiled as Robert changed the subject. He added pointing out to Jeremy's
near flaccid dick. "Besides I haven't done anything yet to your little
brother."


	"Forget it for today. We have to finish the bath; otherwise, the
pudding can fly away."

They laughed and started soaping each other. Minutes later they were
dressed and sat down on the table eating the rice pudding.


	"Mon, we are going for a walk; it is dark but warm, and there's any
curfew on order."


	"But don't be too late; tomorrow you must return with the cattle to
the mountains."


	"Alright Mon."


They went out thru the yard door, they always did because did not want any
other friend could stop them and ask questions, or want to join them. They
were best friends and did not like to share their friendship with anybody
else.


The night was clear and the moon was shining all over the trees and wheat
fields, like a milk layer. They were outside the big village where there
was a large compound, where the cattle fair had been installed every year,
except the last two ones, due to the war. Suddenly Jeremy stopped his
friend.


	"What are those lorries, Rob? They are rare; I have never seen
something similar." The boy did not answer his friend immediately, but they
continued approaching. When they were about one hundred metres from the
objects, a soldier in a strange uniform stopped them. The man motioned them
with his palm, telling to go back. The boys did not understand what he
said, except the word "bambini"; they did not argue and ran away. Near the
village first houses, they stopped. Jeremy insisted on his answer: "Who are
they, Rob?"


	"Don't you remember the man who came with the marionettes when we
were nine? He also called us "Bambini" and he said was Italian. But what
are the Italians doing here? I feel this is an important news for Uncle
Jeff. I bet tonight we have a curfew."


	"You are right. Did you observe the gun mounted on one of the
vehicles?"


	"Yes, I did. Let's go home; I must tell this to my Mom. Most likely
I have to return to the mountains tomorrow."


	"I'll go with you. I don't have much to do here, except to be a
headache for my Mom.

Since my father left us to fight the Fascists, she's like absentminded, she
doesn't care what I do, especially if I'm with you. By the way, what are
those vehicles?"


	"They are armoured ones; I have seen pictures with similar
models. Uncle Jeff showed them to me." Talking they arrived at his house
and entered thru the backyard door. The girls were asleep and Robert
immediately reported to his mother what they had seen. She thought for a
moment and said:

	"The strange thing is the number of vehicles unless they are an
advanced scout. I'm not very keen on military objects; anyway, we must tell
Uncle Jeff." Now son, got to bed, tomorrow you must get up early." She then
addressed to Jeremy and added. "Jeremy, this is a very important matter;
our lives could be at risk; therefore your mouth must be sealed." The boys
grinned.


	"Mom, Jer has decided to come with me, and I have accepted;
however, he must tell his Mom before." She was a good and intelligent woman
and thought the two boys together meant security.


	"It's alright boys. I'll tell her tomorrow; it wouldn't be the
first time. Now go to bed. I'll prepare something for you and Uncle Jeff."
They grinned, and in seconds they were under the light covers in Robert's
room. From the time that his father had been killed, he had a separated
room, and the little girls slept with their Mom.


They took off their clothes and threw them on the chair on a pile. They
were on their sides staring at each other.


	"Jer, I owe you one." Jeremy grinned as he extended his hands and
kissed his friend on the lips. It was not just a peck, but he did not push
his friend's lips to open his mouth; they ignored this, though it wouldn't
take a long time discovering it. He felt Rob's hand touching his dick as he
squirmed.


	"You owe me nothing; we are best friends and among friends, debts
don't exist; at least of this kind."


The boy grinned. Then he thought to surprise his best friend. Suddenly he
went under the light cover, placed his hands on his friend butt cheeks and
engulfed entirely his hard dick into his mouth. Jeremy was not surprised,
but what he did not expect was to find in front of his lips Robert's hard
tool. He opened wide his eyes and smiled; then pulled Robert beautiful dick
into his mouth, starting eagerly sucking his friend's rod. Robert trembled
and smiled because his friend had understood what his Uncle Jeff called a
69 action. None of them asked, but continued sucking each other, determined
to reach the wonderful feeling as soon as possible.

Thanks to the distance, his mother could not hear the loud moans coming
from the boys' room, as the covers slid to one side. Almost at the same
time, their bodies tensed, stopped breathing and pushed hard their heaps as
they received that wonderful dry orgasm. When it subsidised, Robert turned
to his original position and kissed his friend tenderly. They broke the
kiss of real love and hugged softly. Robert stared into his friend's cat
eyes; and then, with the back of his hand caressed his brave friend's face.


	"I love you, Jer. Friends forever?"


	"I love you, too, Rob. Yes, friends forever.


Nothing was added that night. Jeremy turned on his right side and Robert
did the same; their bodies stick as two teaspoons. Robert's left arm
wrapped his friend's chest. Instinctively he kissed a peck on his friend
back neck as he felt his left hand also a light kiss. Soon they were hard
asleep.


When Maria noticed that girls and boys were asleep, she disguised herself
as an old woman beggar, very common in those times in Spain; her head and
face covered by a thick black headscarf. She took a large wooden stick and
went out thru the yard back door; some minutes later she knocked on
Jeremy's family door. Immediately, as if she were waiting, Jeremy's mother
appeared also disguised. She took Maria arm and in a whisper said:

	"I thought you would never come; we have a lot to discuss."


	"The boys were very excited and I had to wait until they were
asleep... Poor angels" She commented and paused as they slowly walked with
their bodies bent like old women. "Did you watch de forces gathering in the
Fairs Compound?"


	"Yes. I did carefully and no one noticed. They are the full Italian
First Armoured Division.

I wonder where they plan to attack; our lines here are weak and couldn't
resist an attack from this formidable task-force unless our people use
intelligence rather than force." Maria smiled.


	"You are a perfect strategy woman, Jacinta; you should have been a
General; besides, your behaviour has convinced the rest of the neighbours
that you are near mad. Nobody would believe what you really are." The
apparent old beggar grinned.


	"This is the only way to save the neck and help our people;
unfortunately these bastard Fascists are pushing very hard." She paused;
they were arriving at the back of a yellow-painted house; it was a
whorehouse. "I hope our girls have good information." She knocked on the
door.

A young woman, dressed in a silk red gown, opened the door, introducing
them into a little room. Without being asked, she explained:

	"Two bosses are upstairs completely drunk. Their target is a little
bit on the South, not here; probably Avila or Guadalajara, most likely this
one." Maria then said:

	"It is more than enough; please return upstairs Pepa; we'll do the
rest. Thanks." They left the house and walked back to their houses. "By the
way Jacinta, Jeremy is accompanying Robert to the mountains to transmit the
information to my brother in law Jeff. He's a great boy and both love each
other as if they were brothers." The woman grinned.


	"Yes; they are even more than brothers, Maria. Poor child! What
would happen to my son in a country governed again by the military and
priests? I would like to die before watching that situation."


	"Jacinta, the war isn't yet over. If you authorise me I'll try to
keep both boys together and, if necessary, I'll take them to England;
however, most likely it would take a long time before you could see him
again." Maria heard a muffled sob.


	"You have all my blessing for taking Jeremy with you; at least, he
will survive though I'll die in the meantime. We'll talk about this in a
more relaxed moment. Now we have to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow." Saying
this, they had arrived at their homes; Jacinta extracted a key, opened her
house door and disappeared inside.


Once Maria was in her home, she could see girls and boys were as she had
left them. Took off all of her disguising clothes and hid them into a large
old chest. After drinking some milk, she sat down and lighted a candle;
took a fountain pen and paper and started writing down all the information
she had gathered. An hour later she unscrews Jeremy's cane stick and
introduced the papers inside. Then she went to sleep near the girls.


CHAPTER 3
---------------

Near at dawn, Maria entered in the boys' room and watched the tender scene;
she could not avoid her eyes blurred as she watched the pile of clothes on
the chair; those terrible times were not precisely the best ones to dawn
love. Before she woke up the boys, she promised herself to protect those
souls and never separate them.


	"Robert, Jeremy, please get up; you must cross the trench lines
before the sunrise, otherwise you may have problems. The boys stirred and
naked they went to the well, extracted a bucket of fresh water washing her
face and peeing. Then they realized both were nude. They laughed and went
to the room to get dressed.


	"Your dick is hard, Jer."


	"I know; yours too. They must wait for a better opportunity." They
mocked touching their genitals and then went inside to have
breakfast. While they were eating Maria warned them.


	"Robert, Jeremy; the stick you made from fishing cane is a very
useful tool; instead of a knife we'll use it to carry written messages."
The boys grinned as Maria continued. This time you are carrying a very
important message inside of it; you must, I repeat, you must be very
careful when crossing the trenches line. It is very dangerous. While you
approach the lines, and if someone is coming to stop you, then think and
rehearsal a scene, like a fight, as if you were at war, with the only aim
to get rid of the stick; for instance, throwing it into the river so they
cannot suspect anything. If that's the case you must say to Uncle Jeff: "A
large bear has seen in the neighbourhood; someone has to hunter it." The
boys kept silence for some instants while they memorized the sentence. Both
stared at each other as deciding who should talk. Robert then said:

	"Don't worry Mom; we know how to act." Jeremy grinned.


	"We are as good as you and my Mom are." Maria opened wide her large
eyes. She did not make any comment but learned how smart the boys were. She
placed some food inside the canvas backpacks and kissed both lads on the
head. "I have placed a few iron traps you may use to get rabbits or
hares. This time of the year is the best to trap them.


They hurried up the goats that gladly went outside, especially the young
ones that started jumping. Maria remained at the door waving her hand to
the boys. Still, it was dark. Fortunately the weather was wonderful and the
sun still was behind the Eastern Mountains when they started crossing the
trenches line; their young hearts were beating hard into their chests;
however, on purpose, they slowed the pace as some soldiers greeted them
waving their arms.

When the lines were a few kilometres back they stopped the flock and sat
down on a flat rock near a water stream. The boys stared at each other and
both went into a tight hug. When they disentangled Jeremy said:

	"It has been the longest moments of my life. I didn't think about
me, but about you. I touched my folded knife ready to use it if someone
tried to stop us."


	"That would have been a silly action because surely they would have
killed us before you could stab any of them. Anyway, thanks, Jer, my
friend." Jeremy did not answer because a bump had formed in his throat and
could not speak, but the boys went into an embrace again; their eyes were
blurred. They continued slowly climbing the mountains while the animals
pastured all kind of weeds, grass, and bushes. Some hours later the sun was
high and the temperature had increased, though not much.


	"It is becoming hot, Rob. What's about if we get naked; nobody's
here." Jeremy said.


	"I was to suggest you the same idea; however, if they see us could
think we are fucking the goats." The boys laughed loudly as they took off
their clothes and placed them into their backpacks.


	"I wouldn't mind trying," Jeremy said. "But I would take the kids
that you left in the cave, and not these ones, they are old and hard."
Jeremy touched his dick that got hard at once, the same did his friend.


	"It is lovely to feel free and naked. It would be great if we had
two beautiful girls available to fuck them here." Jeremy grinned slyly.


	"You are prettier than any girl we know."


	"Do you mean you would fuck my bum? I remind you, your face and
your butt cheeks are as beautiful as mine, even more."


	"Maybe." Perhaps it could be worthwhile trying; so we would get
some experience."

Jeremy said jokingly. We are a good succedaneum of girls." Rob pushed his
friend laughing as he added: "I'll take good note of it, just in case."
They finally reached the crest where his uncle was. Jeremy then asked.


	"Shall we get dressed?"


	"Why? Uncle Jeff is the best man I know, and he doesn't mind us
being nude." Then observing the cave's entrance they could not see any
trace of him. They got serious. "It is strange we cannot see him and the
cattle. Let's approach with care." The boys knew perfectly that part of the
highs, so they left the goats pasturing and surrounded the big
boulders. They heard nothing. Jeremy bravely ran with his knife in hand and
entered the cave, followed by Robert. Nobody was there and many things were
missing; especially Uncle Jeff's belongings.


	"Where's him?" Jeremy asked. He examined carefully the
place. "There's no trace of fight or blood..."


	"I'll try what we agreed." Robert climbed on a little flat rock,
introduced his thumb and forefinger in his mouth and blew. As soon as
whistle ended, they heard a dog barking. He repeated it again and soon the
dog came running amongst the bushes. The animal arrived; it started happily
whining and licking his masters' hands. Soon they watched Uncle Jeff
approaching with some difficulty with the help of a crutch. The boys ran to
him; the man left the crutch on a bush and hugged tightly the two boys at
the same time.


	"I love you, my brave cherub boys." Leaning on the boys they
reached the cave and sat inside. He smiled as he watched the naked
bodies. "You are beautiful in the nude; Michel Angelo would have given his
fortune to copy your bodies in marble." The three laughed. Then Robert
asked.


	"Why were you hidden, Uncle Jeff?" The man sighed.


	"Yesterday with the binoculars I watched two men approaching;
probably they had some suspicions that I'm here; so I took all my
belongings and hid in the deep bear cave. Now, do you have any news?" Both
boys stared at each other; Jeremy then took the stick and handed it to the
man. Jeff seemed surprised.


	"Why do you give me your stick instead of information? I don't
understand..."


	"Unscrew it; there's a message inside." The man smiled. "It is
better you read what Rob's Mom has sent you." The man unscrewed the stick,
extracted a few handwritten pages and started to read. As he was reading
his face was changing. He was sad when ended the reading.


	"Boys, this is very serious matter, and the information provided
must reach the High Staff as soon as possible; there are a lot of lives at
risk and in danger; we can save most of them. I'll never hate more my bad
luck for breaking my leg than now. I should be fit and good and start
running now to meet Captain Martinez. Obviously, I cannot." Jeremy stopped
Jeff.


	"Uncle Jeff, Rob and I are fit and well; aren't we Rob?"


	"Yes, and we can do as up to now, if you instruct us properly,
we'll run as hares and carry out your task. Please trust us, Uncle Jeff."
Jer is right; we can do the job even as quickly as could do."


	"Children this is a very serious matter; if the Fascists catch you
with these documents, you and I would be shot immediately without any
mercy. I don't mind if they execute me, but you are only children, and need
to survive..." Robert stopped his Uncle by hugging him. Jeremy also hugged
the man from behind, so they made a pile.


	"Uncle Jeff; my Dad, your brother, is dead; Jer's Dad is fighting
and we'll never know if he'll survive; Manuel bravely was murdered instead
of his father... We are more than children, Uncle Jeff. Please let's do
this job."


	Yes. Let's do it." To ease the situation Jeremy added. "As Rob
says, we aren't children anymore; even we jerk off every day as grown up."
Rob blushed and the three started to laugh.


	"It's alright. Now, go to the spring under the rock and wash
yourselves. The moon shines near all night, therefore you'll have a good
siesta after lunch, and at the sunset, and you'll initiate the trip. You
know very well all trails; the place and Captain Martinez. If you do
everything correctly, you'll arrive there before the sun rises. I don't
care what you do and how long it takes your way back; I'll be here waiting
for my sons." The boys grinned, and as they were naked didn't need anything
else, except a bar of soap and a towel for both.


Jeff could not stop as his eyes blurred; he was aware the boys could be
caught and died if they topped with any member of the Falange, though this
was Republican territory. To divert his sad thoughts, he started writing a
note to include within the other papers in the stick. In the note he
explained the boys could not read or write, just in case they were caught;
though Captain Martinez knew the truth.


In those mountains there were many water springs caused by the melting
snow; the boys were under one of them located in a deep meadow not far from
the cave. The water was cold, but the weather was very warm, even hot in
those high places and they were used to it; so the boys were having a great
time laughing and joking as any child of their age did, ignoring what could
wait for them.


	"Rob, in spite the water is cold, your cock is hard." The black
haired boy stared at his dick and rubbed it slowly; he squirmed.


	"You are the cause it is hard. Your bum is so beautiful and your
eyes so excited..."

Jeremy approached his friend and kissed him softly a peck on the lips.


	"Rob, everything I have is yours, including my butt; but I think it
isn't the place or time.

When we come back we'll have time to do everything we want." Robert
understood; his friend was now serious; he then touched Jeremy smooth face
with the back of his hand.


	"I love you, Jer. It was only a joke and you know I'm yours too,
without any limitation."

For an answer, they hugged. "We better hurry up soaping and washing; still,
we need to come back." Jeremy quickly pushed his friend under the stream of
water falling down from a rock over them. "You rat traitor!" Robert quickly
pulled his friend to under waterfall; they were even.


He took the bar of soap and started rubbing his friend's black curly
hair. Some minutes later they were rubbing one another out of the
waterfall. When they thought were ready to rinse went under the water for a
couple minutes. Then dried each other and laid their bodies under the sun
and on the soft grass. After a couple of minutes Jeremy said:

	"We better do something or come back to the cave, otherwise we can
get asleep here and Uncle Jeff could be worried." Robert grinned.


	"To do what, little cat?" He asked slyly. Jeremy intense green eyes
sparked and suddenly he scooted down and took his friend's package into his
mouth. They wrestled for some moments while sucking each other; as their
lust increased; the boys quietened until that beautiful moment hit their
young little bodies with strong orgasms. Jeremy changed his position in
front of his best friend staring into Robert black deep eyes.


	"Your eyes have trapped me, as the snakes do with the little
birds." The boys hugged tightly.


	"That's what I feel when I stare at yours, my brother. From now on
we are brothers. We better stand and go to the cave."


	"Yes, you are right. Let's come back, brother."


Hand in hand they started climbing from the little waterfall to the
cave. Soon the dog came barking and joining them starting to lick the boys'
hands. The goats were around the crest peacefully eating rosemary and other
bushes that gave that special flavour to the milk. At the cave, they found
Jeff involved in cooking the lunch. On contrary they normally did, they ate
in silence; when they finished, Jeff said:

	"Now boys, at the bottom I have prepared a bed for you to sleep a
good siesta; you need to be fit and rested for tonight trip."


CHAPTER 4
---------------

Dressed as they were, went to bed; took their shirts off and drifted to
sleep. They were tired, and after a good shower and lunch soon they were as
dead rocks. Jeff extracted from a box a colt, loaded it with bullets and
placed it at hand. This was something he always did when mounting guard,
especially when the boys were sleeping; he did not want any
surprise. Slowly he had built a little tunnel at the bottom of the cave;
going thru it the boys could reach the other side of the crest and hide, in
case they heard shots.


He started planning the family escape to England; those were very bad
times; the Republic was clearly losing the war. The lack of military and
moral help from England and France, with their stupid position of
non-intervention, was precipitating the defeat. To recognize this was not
an offence to those who bravely were fighting the Fascists. Certainly
sooner or later, the crash would come, and he felt obliged to save the
boys, Maria, and the girls. He wondered what his father would do with his
grandchildren. He was sure that, with the time, the old man would
appreciate his grandchild's intelligence, especially when he compared the
boy with his own image when he was his age; they were as clones. Jeff
grinned.


"And what's about Jeremy, the strange beautiful boy? He'll be a great man
and he was determined to adopt him as soon as the circumstances allow
it. He loved them. He was a good MD and did not need his father's money to
raise and look after the boy until he is a man."

Thinking in all of this the time elapsed quickly. The sun was near
disappearing behind the higher snowed peaks; soon he would wake up the
boys. He cooked dinner, and the smell woke the boys up.


	"What time is it, Uncle Jeff?" Robert asked.


	"It's the time to place your body in a vertical position, lazy
boy," Jeremy said jabbing his friend. They started pushing each other until
Jeff came to put some order, while the boys laughed. Half of an hour later
they were ready for their departure. As if they guessed the future, both
children hugged the man in the waist; Jeff rubbed and kissed both on their
hair. He then said.


	"I don't think you need my warning about the danger you can go
into. Due to the special circumstances, it possible that the Fascists had
sent someone to spy us, as we are doing to them; therefore you must take
special care during your trip, because surely they would be men that don't
mind to kill anyone, even to children." The boys kept silence and bent
their heads.

"Now take your backpacks as if you were going to exchange tobacco with the
"reds". Goodbye, boys.


	"Goodbye, Uncle Jeff. We'll see you as soon as our business is
resolved." Robert took his stick and Jeremy his cane, as normal shepherds
would do. The moon had just risen on the east as a large disc, replacing
the sun's light. They were talking slowly thru the trails they knew very
well; the only danger they contemplated was a possible bear or a pack of
wolves attack; those mountains were full of them; though they knew these
animals rarely attacked men, except on winter due to the lack of food. At
midnight the stopped to eat sandwiches and drink some water.


	"What do you think about all this and the war, Jer?"


	"I don't know much about it; the only thing that comes to my mind
is that many persons of all kind are dying every day; your Dad was murdered
and mine probably won't come back."

Robert hugged his friend.


	"I would like to live in a place far away from this misery and..."
He stopped as Jeremy took his hand and both boys started walking in silence
under the brilliant moonlight. With the first lights of the day, they
turned to the right to make their last stop in the spring called
"Entrepeñas" (Between boulders). When they were about one hundred metres
from the spot, their fine ears got the sound of a conversation as two men
were stirring.


	"These bastard reds will be a headache until last day. I wonder if
the information we had was correct about the General Asensi being in the
village."


	"Don't worry; from the flat rock and with the binoculars we can
easily see what we need to know. If he's there, round 11:00 we'll watch the
cars outside the Town Hall; then our friends, the German pilots, will do
their job." They laughed.


Robert watched how Jeremy tensed all his muscles, as some tears rolled down
his smooth face cheeks. He touched him, and in a whisper asked:

	"What's the matter with you, Jer? He said nothing but pushed
tenderly his friend back pointing out to their trail. He then murmured.


	"Quickly, let's go far away from these criminals." Robert did not
need further explanations. They kept silence and took another trail behind
the hills. When they were safe behind the Republican trenches, he
said. "Did you see the man with the scar?" Before Robert answered he
continued. "That man is a member of Falange and he commanded the team that
murdered my cousin Manuel. I cannot forget that face; we watched him
returning from the cemetery laughing the day Manuel was executed."


Robert pressed his friend's hand as they approached the first houses of the
village. A military officer recognized them and started running to meet the
boys. As they met, the man hugged tenderly the boys. He then said:

	"You come in the right moment; the General is ready to depart
within an hour. We didn't know you were coming today. How's Captain
Gilles?" Before he answered Robert said:

	Captain, quickly instruct that no car must be seen in front of the
Town Hall and near the surroundings. I'll explain to you right after you
give the order." The man knew the boys were very concerned, so he did not
doubt a second giving order that the building should look like some other
day. They crossed some streets and entered the old building thru a back
door. A major, the General's assistant, stopped them.


	"What's going on, Captain? The man stared the boys. Jeremy quickly
said:

	"The General is in danger; they want to murder him."


	"Who are they, boys?" Robert explained what they had heard in the
mountains. To confirm this, sometime later, they heard how two German
aircrafts overflew the village, dropping two light bombs in a deserted wide
street, most likely as a warning and to scare the villagers.

The major quickly ran upstairs where the General was requesting him.


	"Jose, what's going on, and what are those explosions. We should
keep the bombs for the Fascists." The major had been with the old General
since the Fascists' forces disembarked in the peninsula coming from
Africa. They were more pals than subordinates. Jose stared at his friend
and boss.


	"Today we have saved our necks, thanks to two young and brave boys;
we are in debt with them. That noise has been caused by two bombs dropped
by two German aircrafts; probably to remind the villagers their
force. However, the incendiary big ones have kept for future actions."


	"How do they know we are here? This meeting was secrecy and only a
few persons know it."


	"Certainly they knew we were coming here; the signals were the
vehicles parked outside the Town Hall; there's no other motor vehicle in
the village. The boys heard the conversation of two men in the mountains
referring this; so they hurried up and told Captain Martinez, who ordered
to hide any vehicle; thus, the pilots understood we weren't here. That's
what I presume."


	"I think your presumptions are more than correct." The tall General
kept silence for some moments digesting what has happened and would have
occurred if the aircrafts dropped big incendiary bombs. "We owe our lives
to those boys, not only ours but many of the village inhabitants." He
paused. "Who are these boys and where are they?"


	"One of them is Captain Gilles' nephew, his name's Robert; his
father died two years ago, fighting the Fascists. The other one, Jeremy, is
his friend; his father is fighting on the Ebro front. The boy, who was
murdered instead of his father, was his cousin. The Captain has taken them
to have some breakfast. They have been walking the whole night."


	"I remember that event, it was on the international press, and made
that many young people joined the International Brigades to defend the
Republic. Too many sacrifices in these families; we must do our best in
order these brave boys are saved."


	"The boys told Captain Martinez they have an important information;
besides, de men they met in the mountains are from the Falange; one them,
was the man who commanded the team that executed the boy of the press."


	"Have the Captain taken any measures to this respect."


	"Yes, sir. He dispatched a sergeant and six men, all with casual
clothes, to catch them."


	"Well done. We have to recognize this officer is an efficient and
disciplined one. We must ascend him as major; there isn't many like
him. Please, Jose, as soon as the boys are ready, bring them here; I want
personally to thank them and examine the information they are carrying."


	"I'll see to that. I asked them they could give me the information,
but bluntly they said that their Uncle Jeff told them to deliver it to
Captain Martinez, or to whom he named; in this instance, you."


	"Good and disciplined boys, as the Doctor Gilles is; they seem
professionals. It has been bad luck he broke his leg, we needed him in the
hospital caring wounded people, but he preferred to risk his life being
near his late brother's children."


The military officers were engaged studying some maps and making
calculations, two more high-rank persons joined them and the major
explained the circumstances and events that had occurred just a few hours
ago; they could not believe what they were hearing. At that moment they
heard noise on the stair leading to the second floor, where they
were. Someone knocked on the door as the major said:

	"Come in, please." Captain Martinez entered followed by the
boys. He then said:

	"My General, these are Robert Gilles and Jeremy Gutierrez." The
General went to them and embraced the boys tenderly; then separating from
them he said:

	"Boys, your braveness, and determination have saved our lives and
many other people of this town. Thank you very much, my young children."
Robert and Jeremy blushed; they were not used to such kindness from so
high-rank officers. The General then added. "I have been informed you are
carrying some important information; may I have it?" The boys stared at
each other and then to the Captain. Jeremy then said:

	"Sir, for safety motivations, we aren't authorized to give you what
you are asking for unless you are alone or accompanied only by one person,
to whom you trust." Robert then added:

	"Those are the instructions we received from my Uncle Jeff, and we
are determined to comply his orders." The colonels and the major did not
like the boys' behaviour, but the General understood they were right; the
visit of the aircrafts had been due to a leak from someone from his
staff. He glanced at the colonels and captain.


	"Please, gentlemen, leave us alone for a few minutes." The officers
left the large room and sat down in a small stance near the door. When the
General and major were alone, Robert unscrewed the stick and extracted a
set of documents. As Jeremy said:

	"No one must ever know where the papers are stored when we come."
Now the officers appreciated the responsible boys. He hugged again the
children and carried the documents to his desk.


	"Please Jose; tell the Colonels and Captain Martinez to enter."
Only reading the first paragraphs the General's face got white. One of the
colonels watching their friends and superior asked.


	"Are you alright, Sir?" The General then handed the papers to them
to read. Then, addressing to the Captain, added: "Captain, take care of
these two boys until I personally talk to you. You respond with your own
life about their safety. We'll remain here at least for a further 24 or 48
hours; nevertheless, tonight once the boys are in bed, we'll meet in a
place where the safety is fully granted. Now you can go." He then looked at
the boys smiling, easing them.

"Thanks again boys. I'll see you tomorrow."


	"Yes, sir." The boys answered in unison to the General, returning
the smile.


CHAPTER 5
---------------

The general then addressing to his colleagues asked:

	"Have you fully read the report? I had only time to read the first
one, and quickly." One of them brushed his head hair and then said with
trembling hands.


	"Sir, we may lose this bloody war, but thanks to these papers the
whole Italian contingent will be in our hands and pay what they have done
to our troops." The two men explained to the General what the idea was. He
carefully listened to his staff officers, asking a few questions regarding
war procedures. The other Colonel informed:

	"Guessing that something was occurring, I have sent a radio message
stopping any operation until new orders come from us."


	"Well done Colonel; now that we are in a quiet place, we can plan a
new strategy. I think their scheme is going in silence to take Guadalajara
and proceed to Madrid." Now that we roughly know their intentions, let's
work on these assumptions. They'll receive a great surprise."


A few hours later, the major entered in the meeting to inform.


	"Sirs; the men we sent to capture the spies, have returned. They
succeeded; both are dead; they'll explain it in detail in their report. The
sergeant said that the man with the scar confirmed that the Italian
contingent would attack Guadalajara before we could do anything."

The high officers grinned.


	"Our assumptions were correct." Let's work.


Robert and Jeremy walked at the Captain Martinez sides. They had complied
with the orders that had received from his Uncle, and eagerly wanted to
return to the mountains, however, the General's orders were entirely
different. Robert then asked the man.


	"Mr Martinez, we would like to return to the mountains with my
Uncle as soon as possible. When shall we go?" The captain had a light idea
of the General's plans for the boys, certainly, they did not contemplate
their return; but, how could he say this to these brave boys, after what
they have done? On the other hand, the General's order was very clear.


	"Jeremy, Robert; you know better than me, the risk and danger of
your returning to the mountains now; therefore, we must wait until those
men are captured. A group of soldiers is getting ready to carry out this
task; meantime we'll have lunch, sleep a good siesta and have some fun."
The boys grinned; they did not know if the captain's word "fun" meant the
same as for them.


	"Where are we going now, Captain?" They turned on the left and
faced a large wide street where the German had dropped their bombs; a group
of men was restoring the damages caused on the avenue. Then the Captain
pointed out to a large building.


	"You'll stay in that house over there. The Peres are good persons
and have a couple of twin children, more or less of your ages; I think they
are 12 y/o. I'll leave you free to do whatever you want, but only inside
the house; therefore, you must promise me not to leave the building and
never talk about who you are and what you are doing here. I'll respond to
your safety before the General with my life. Is it clear, boys?"


	"Very clear that we are as prisoners; aren't we?" Jeremy said.


	"No, you aren't, but all on contrary. Once those bastards are
captured and questioned, I guess you would be able to go where you
like. I'm a Republican military officer, and I must obey orders; you are
under my responsibility and no one will harm you unless I'm dead."


	"Thanks, Captain." Robert answered; and then he added: "Are the boy
and girl funny ones?" The military officer grinned.


	"You better check yourselves. For me, they are excellent
persons. They don't have a mother, and their father is a fascist that
abandoned his children and his late wife's sister when they were seven
years old. She's a brave young woman and has looked after the children and
their interests since then. They love her as their own mother, though she's
only 24." They arrived at the large village house, and before they could
knock on the door, this opened. In the frame was a blond boy with black
eyes that immediately stared at the boys.


	"My sister is with Aunty Julia preparing lunch. I was in the yard
getting ready the water to wash us deeply; we must be clean before going to
bed for the siesta; otherwise, our Aunty wouldn't allow us to enter in the
bedrooms, and I love the siesta." The officer grinned as the boys noticed
the manners used by the blond boy. They entered and as the girl and auntie
approached, the Captain made the introductions. Soon, as normally happens
with young children, they were pals and telling jokes. When the boys were
alone in the yard, Jeremy asked the blond boy:

	"Is this entire large house yours to live?" It is very tidy
everything here."


	"Yes, it is. We work very hard every day to keep it clean and
neat. As I told you, we must get clean before the siesta; do you mind if we
wash together in the large wooden tub? If not, I must wait for the fresh
water to warm." Robert guessed they could have a lot of fun with their new
friend.


	"We don't mind; do we Jer?" Jeremy was making a great effort to
keep his laugh off.

However, he got a little bit serious and added.


	"Of course not; however, we warn you that we normally get fully
naked, even sleeping."

The boy openly grinned. The business was going as he suspected. They got
naked as the blond boy glued his eyes on those beautiful bodies. When he
discarded his clothes his dick was hard as a rock. The other boys grinned.


	"It is Mother Nature order, isn't it?" Jeremy and Robert answered
in unison.


	"Oh yes, it is!" They proceeded to wash each other; then Raul told
them.


	"You are my guests, so I must comply with the ancient procedures,
like in the old Roma.

I must wash you myself, not any slave, let alone yourselves." That was not
true, but he had read somewhere how in the old times the master of the
house did all that he could to please his guests.


	"It was a lovely custom, unfortunately, it is gone today." Robert
said apparently serious."


	"Not for me; I'm very fond of Roma's History," Raul answered.


He grabbed a vegetal sponge with a bar of soap and started washing both
boys at the same time. He did their backs, and when they turned around, so
their new friend could wash their fronts, he faced two hard beautiful cocks
in front of him. Raul was not a shy boy and knew he would never have a
chance like this. Without looking at the boys, he pushed the boys' butts to
him and engulfed their hot meats into his wanting mouth. Robert and Jeremy
squirmed because they did not expect that quick action. Raul sucked the
cocks a few times, but he knew the moment and place were not the right
ones; his sister and auntie could see him. Reluctantly stopped sucking and
stared up at the boys.


	"This is only an aperitif of what we can do tonight." He finished
washing them and all together went for lunch. No one spoke during the meal;
the boys were very tired with the emotions and the lack of sleep, and now
with the bath, they could not keep the eyes open; from time to time they
yawned. They stood as Julia said to her nephew.


	"Raul, please show the boys their room; if you are as tired as they
are, you should have a good siesta, too. Elisa and I will remain here
downstairs; I'm waiting for the Captain to come."

They did not doubt a second, stood and followed Raul. They entered in the
clean room, discarded their clothes and climbed on the large bed, expecting
to continue the orgy; but their bodies went in a different way; two minutes
later they were hard asleep. Raul thought to do the same; he also was tired
and the siesta was something he could not miss.


It was almost the sunset when the boys woke up; they were fresh and fit and
started making ticklish each other; the noise attracted Raul that opened
the door and stared at the naked bodies. He also discarded his clothes and
joined his new friends on the bed. After a while, the three were laughing
and joking. Raul then said:

	"I like you boys, it should be lovely if we were best friends and
could make things together."


	"We are friends, Raul. Rarely did we allow other boys to suck
us. We are used to doing it each other, but we feel you are something
special; we could enjoy outside, but by now, we are not allowed to leave
these premises."


	"There is no much to do or see outside, only dirty soldiers and
militias ready to fight and die. That's what my Auntie Julia says.


	"By the way, Raul, have you heard about a patrol that went to trap
some spies in the mountains?" Jeremy asked.


	"I'm not sure whether they are the same. I woke up before you did
as my Aunty sent me to bring some potatoes for tonight's dinner. While I
was waiting my turn to get the potatoes in the plaza, a man was talking to
a woman, he was saying they had caught two men spying; one was young, and
the other one of about thirty years old. Both died. He didn't go into
details, except that the young man was very handsome, and the other was
ugly with a large scar on his face." Robert squirmed and glanced at
Jeremy. Raul then asked: "Did you see them?"


	"Oh no; we topped with two, but avoided them and came straight to
the village; we didn't see them well since we were a little far away. Let's
go downstairs to the yard and play to something." They dressed. The news
about the men comforted the boys some; they did not know the young one, but
the death of that terrible blue-dressed man made the boys sigh
relieved. Jeremy then asked:

	"Raul, do you have cards to play poker?" He did not say anything,
but Elisa was in the door frame watching the group and said:

	"Yes, we have one; and I know to play poker, though not very well."
Robert glanced at Jeremy and he said:

	"We either. My Uncle Jeff taught us how to play strip-poker. It is
easy. We'll play, and the winner will be the commander, the rest have to
behave as slaves and cannot go out from the room, but must make every
effort to do whatever the commander orders." Raul then intervened:

	"We can play now, but the result will be carried out tonight after
dinner since we are close to the sunset; Elisa must help in the kitchen and
I have to look after the animals feeding them."


	"That's a good idea. Let's go downstairs." Without any more
discussions, the four children ran to a fresh room in the basement. They
extended a blanket on the tiled floor and the four sat down Indian style,
forming a circle. They were excited. Elisa really was not a beauty, but she
was pretty, and above all, she has two lovely tits that were free of any
bra; Robert instinctively rubbed his dick thinking he may have the
opportunity to touch a girl breasts for the first time.


Raul was de first to distribute the cards; after some time playing he was
the first to lose his shirt.

Again they continued as the girl grinned slyly. She knew to play better
than the boys and had fixed in her mind the final play results. After many
play-hands, her brother was naked and out of play. The two boys continued;
Robert was the second to be naked, and she glued her eyes to his
crotch. Minutes later she lost her skirt, so, she still had her blouse on,
covering her hard bosom. In front of her was Jeremy that could scarcely see
her cunt; he had only his trousers on, so next hand would be
definitive. Unfortunately, he lost it as she stood in front of the three
entirely naked boys.


	"Please, put on your clothes, boys. Tonight around ten Captain
Martinez will come; then it will be our time. You lock your door, but don't
bolt it. Right?" The boys answered grinning:

	"Alright!" The three answered in unison with cunning smiles.


Around 9:00 p.m., while the children were having supper, the General
Asensi, his major assistant, and Captain Martinez met in a small fresh room
in the Town Hall's basement. The day had been very hard and busy with many
radio-messages crossed with the Ministry of War and the Prime Minister, Mr
Nearing. Everything had been agreed in respect of the offensive against the
Italian Army. The two colonels had left the village to prepare and
coordinate the operations, while the General remained in the town. The
officers attending the meeting knew all these steps, but still, they
ignored many other measures that the General wanted to explain them.


	"Please sit down, gentlemen. I have many things to explain;
especially to you, Captain.

Let's start from the beginning. As you may know, the two spies have been
captured; in fact, they were a Falangist and his assistant, though the
sergeant believes that the young man was his lover. We had nothing against
the young man, except that he was an enemy of the Republic, so subject to
be imprisoned. However, the Falangist was a real murder and criminal; he
was guilty of many crimes, amongst them, the murder of 14 years old
boy. The sergeant didn't believe it was necessary to tie up the men since
they were close surrounded by seven armed men.


"The young man was scared; surely he erroneously thought he would be
executed as they used to do to the "reds". While they were interrogating
the Falangist, and in a moment of carelessness, he started to run away as a
madman; two of our men followed him up.

Unfortunately, he didn't realise he was near a high precipice and fell down
in it. Later they buried him at the bottom. The Falangist didn't even
mention what the young man's name was, but he had his military
documentation on, so his family will be informed thru the Red Cross.


"The Falangist knew he would be shot, so he made some resistance to
declare, but the sergeant noticed by the man's hands, he was a mountaineer,
so he threatened him to expose his body on the flat rock duly tie up, so
the Griffons would have a good lunch with him. He trembled and pleaded to
be killed after his reports. They surrounded him with the guns ready and
took him to the edge of the cliff; before any order, he jumped into the
emptiness of the precipice. They checked he was dead and left the Griffons
their lunch. That criminal deserved it." He paused and showed a paper to
his men as he continued.


"Both of you have been promoted: You major, to Colonel Lieutenant; and you
Captain, to Major.

Tomorrow the Ministry of War will make public the related Decrees. Mayor,
unfortunately for me, you must leave my staff after all these years
together. Captain, you will be his replacement, taking his place and
position near me. However, before this happens, you have a mission to
comply; I'll explain to you after we finish this meeting." Both men said;

	"Thank you, my General." The man grinned, as he added.


	"Both of you have demonstrated your loyalty to the Republic and to
me; so there's nothing to thank about. The day after tomorrow, before my
departure, we'll celebrate here a little ceremony decorating you and the
boys. Please don't say anything to them; it'll be a surprise.

Now Colonel, if you don't mind, I need to talk privately to my new
Assistant."


	"I don't mind at all, sir. Thanks again." He stood and left along
his colleagues. Before the General said anything, the now new Major said:

	"My General, I'm very concern about the boys; after many months
working and treating them, I feel more like a brother for them..." The
General raised his hand, stopping Captain Martinez.


	"Martinez, I like you. I'm very happy that we'll continue
together. I'm also worried about what could happen to them. Sooner or later
the Fascists will know the role that these boys have played; I don't trust
them, surely they can take revenge on the boys' lives, especially on
Jeremy.

We can't forget Robert is half English; therefore they wouldn't dare to
annoy the Powerful Albion.


	"What can we do, Sir?"


	"That's part of your task, Martinez. In ten days time, a British
frigate will call in the Port of Bilbao, her name's "The Fearless". She has
been, let's say, hired by the International Red Cross Organization to save
all children they can carry. There are thousands of families in Britain
ready to adopt them temporarily until the War is over. A larger contingent
of boys and girls has been shipped thru the port of Barcelona to the Soviet
Union in one of their vessels. So, you'll accompany them by rail until you
left them onboard of that ship." He paused, waiting for any comment from
the Captain.


	"My General, I suppose those children had the consent of their
progenitors, otherwise this act could be considered as a kidnapping." The
General grinned.


	"You are right, Martinez. In what Jeremy and Robert are concerned,
they brought the consent from their respective mothers enclosed within the
stick papers; also a written confirmation from Captain Gilles for his
father. Within a few days, Dr Gilles will be here to join again the
Hospital's staff in Zaragoza; it seems his leg is almost cured. He has
refused to return to his country because he wants to carry with him his
sister in law and the two little nieces.

According to the information we have, the woman is well considered by the
Fascists as a primary school teacher, in spite she's spying for us, though
they still don't know this fact." Again the high-rank officer paused.


	Sir, I'm sure Robert won't have any problem, but Jeremy will be as
an orphan in England, unless Robert takes care of him, what by now I don't
have any doubt he will do. But time can change the circumstances and..."


	"I understand your concerns about this boy. Don't worry; we don't
abandon our people; let alone those who had risked their lives helping us,
as these two children. The Republic has already made a deposit within
Roskilde's Organization; this will guarantee the protection, education, and
living of both boys until they are 23 y/o. Captain Gilles mentions this to
his father in his letter. Also, our Consul will visit the boys in their new
home. I'd suggest you inform the children during your trip to Bilbao as
best as you can." The General went to a bureau and extracted an envelope,
he then continued. "Here you are a common passport for the boys; it is
extended as two brothers, just for the sea transit to England, so they are
not separated. There, the Consulate will take the necessary steps to
legalise their situation. Also, I'm including some money for you to buy
some clothes and shoes for the boys."


	"I see you have thought on everything, my General. I won't tell
anything to them; nevertheless, I must return to where they are; these boys
have many resources and can go out risking their lives. If you don't order
anything else, my General, I'll leave at once."


	"You may go, major." They grinned and separated.


CHAPTER 6
---------------

The new Major had purchased four toothbrushes; the problem was he could not
find toothpaste.

In those times it was not common this type of hygiene in Spain, especially
in Low-class people and remote villagers, so it was new for the children,
except for Robert. When he arrived at the house, the children, and
especially Julia, welcomed him with cheers. The boys immediately started
questioning the officer.


	"Captain, do you have any news regarding the Fascists?"


	"Yes, I have. However, I don't want to spoil our dinner with
political news; therefore, after supper, you can do whatever you want for a
few hours; I need to deal and discuss an important business with Julia." He
extracted the little parcel containing five brushes, as he continued:
"These brushes are almost unknown for most of you, except for Robert, but
they are for cleaning your teeth preventing dental decays or caries."
Robert immediately asked.


	"Where's the toothpaste?"


	"I couldn't find it; therefore, you must use bicarbonate of soda;
it's even better than the paste."


	"I know," Raul said. "We use it to get rid of heartburn and to
tenderize the chickpeas when cooking, but I didn't know it was also good
for tooth cleaning."


	"Let's have dinner," Julia said. They sat around a large wooden
table and Julia poured a large portion of stew with lamb meat in each
dish. Raul brought a tray with six portions of natural wheat brown
bread. They ate in silence until nothing was left on the dishes. "Does
anyone want to repeat?" The young lady asked; no one answered.


	"Now brush your teeth and do what you better like while Julia and I
go for a walk. We'll lock the doors from outside, so nobody can enter or go
out."


	"We have agreed to a poker card play in our room. We have had a
good siesta and don't want to go to bed so soon."


The three boys and girl went to the yard, extracted some fresh water from
the well and began to brush and clean their mouths under Robert's
instructions. They seemed happy and comfortable with their young white
teeth clean. They heard how Captain Martinez and Julia locked the main
door. After placing the brushes into a glass, Elisa said:

	"Now slaves, undress to naked and take your clothes as a bundle
under your armpits, and walk up to your room. I'll follow you up in one
minute. I must take something from the kitchen."


The boys grinned and soon they were like the moment they had born. In a
couple of minutes, their dicks were hard as rocks. Raul did not know where
to watch. Robert had a beautiful thin but long cock pointing straight, most
likely of more than four inches. Jeremy, as if they really were twins, had
the same dick, but straight up, forming an angle of forty-five degrees in
respect of his white crotch. Raul touched his own ass and sighed. They ran
upstairs and jumped on the bed. Raul did not lose his time before his
sister and master could arrive. He knew she preferred Jeremy as he
preferred Robert. Before they could react, Raul straddled Robert on the
legs and guided his hard dick into his mouth. He knew how to suck a cock,
though he had done it only a couple of times to a 14 y/o ugly boy that had
died from yellow fever only two months back.

Robert did not move but sighed in pleasure. At that moment Elisa came in.


	"I can see you slaves haven't waited for your master. I'll punish
you for your disobedience. I punish you, my brother, to be fucked hard by
Robert hard cock." The boys grinned with a sigh. She handled to Robert a
little bottle containing thick olive oil. "Robert, pour some of this oil on
Raul's butt hole and spread it with your finger in his guts; then wet your
cock with the oil and insert your hard-on into his hole. I don't want to be
a mean girl with both of you, therefore, you must follow Raul's
instructions; so, you both can enjoy your fucking." It seemed the girl was
an expert; the boys grinned, but Robert was eager to start and did not know
how to do it. Raul lay on his back, his dick was very hard and Robert gave
a rub to it down and up from time to time. He poured some oil on his
friend's crevice and then pushed it into Raul's pucker with his
forefinger. The boy moaned loudly in pleasure.


	"That feels fantastic, Robert; do it as much as you want." But the
boy ignored his friend's advice. When Raul felt his butt was oiled, said:
"Fuck me hard, Robert. I need your beautiful dick into my guts. I'll place
my butt near the edge of the bed, so you can fuck me standing." He did and
kept his legs spread. He did not doubt twice; placed his hard cock at the
hole and pushed hard. Almost all his meat was buried in the wet cave. Raul
screamed in pain and Robert felt a little bit concerned.


	"Have I hurt you, Raul? Sorry, it is my first time." The boy lying
on his back felt a wave of love for that beautiful friend.


	"It hurt a little, but you stay there until I'm used to your cock,
then retract a little, leaving the head inside, and push again to the
hilt." Robert then took in his hand his friend's dick and started rubbing
it up and down slowly as he did not wait for his friend's order. When he
was entirely in, gasped with pleasure; it felt wonderful the warm of the
cave. Instinctively he placed his hands on his friend knees to keep his
legs open and began thrusting into the slipping hole like a rabbit. As
their dry orgasms approached, Raul extended his hands and dragged Robert's
face to him; their mouths met, and for the first time, he felt Raul tongue
pushing his teeth. His mind changed the image, and now in front of him was
his dear Jer. He opened it and the other boy's tongue explored his wet
mouth. He forgot everything as he was involved in that wave of pleasure as
their climaxes reached the point of no return and both screamed as wounded
wolves. Robert fell into his new friend's arms still with low moaning and
gasping for air. Robert now laid his body on top of Raul as his dick
started to get soft. He had heard Jeremy's scream, too; something he could
not identify invaded him. He badly wanted his friend near him! He did not
want anybody to touch his Jer! Two tears escaped from his black eyes that
he concealed, not letting anyone see them.


When Robert started with Raul, Jeremy did with his sister, but in a
different way. He jumped on the bed near the girl; he did not know how to
start or what to say. Elisa knew it and dragged the boy to her; she kissed
him on the lips tenderly, as she thought she would never have in her arms a
handsome boy as Jeremy was. He really was special! She thought.


	"Have you ever fucked a girl... or a boy, Jeremy?" He negated
without expressing a single word. "Tonight you'll lose your virginity at my
hands. Now start enjoying with me. Suck my tits if you like." Jeremy
grinned and did not need a second order. But before bending his head on the
girl's chest, he peeked to see what his loved Rob was doing; he would have
liked to be with his friend alone; however, what he had was a lovely and
clean girl that offered him to fuck her; he could not believe what he was
watching. Soon he forgot everything and started what he had many times
thought about: to touch a girl's breasts. He slowly rubbed her nipples as
she said: "Jeremy, my nipples are very sensitive and delicate organs;
please, treat them with love."

He grinned as he felt the girl's hand rubbing his cock up and down. "Suck
them, especially the nubs." These actions soon made effects on Elisa and
Jeremy; his cock was harder than ever before and Elisa pussy was wet with
her juices. She was already moaning. "Jere...my, please do..." The boy was
anxious to start fucking the girl; so he placed his cock near her vagina as
Elisa took the boy's penis and placed it in the right place. Jeremy did not
wait for a second and pushed hard. His cock went all the way into her; he
did not know that the girl was not virgin.

"What a wonderful sensation!" The boy thought. He started fucking her as
his orgasm reached the point of no return. He stopped breathing as his body
tensed and his mind took him over the clouds and stars. When that new
sensation subsided, he stared at his friend that was enjoying with Raul. He
sighed and thought what a wonderful moment would have been if he could
share that moment with him.


The two couples remained together and naked on the large bed staring at the
ceiling. Jeremy then heard how Robert came to him with a wide smile on his
lips. He noticed the wet trails of his tears but said nothing.


	"Did you enjoy it, Jer? How was it?" He did not answer as a bump
had formed in his throat and could not speak. "Now is my turn." Jeremy then
could articulate his speech.


	"It's something that I cannot describe; later we'll continue
talking."


That night was a memorable one, for the boys and for the girl. At least,
that cruel and bloody war did not stop them obtaining some enjoyment and
happiness. They repeated their fucking and kissing until were exhausted and
drifted to sleep. A few hours later Captain Martinez and Julia returned;
they found her nephew and niece on one bed, and the two friends on the
other one. They stared at each other as Julia said:

	"We better copy them. Who knows what will happen tomorrow or the
days after? No one can assure us that we will survive after this horrible
war."


	"Yes; you are right. Let's go downstairs; still, dawn hasn't come
yet and we have time enough to enjoy ourselves. Tomorrow will be a hard
day; especially for Robert and Jeremy, and I wonder if they will accept the
fate that is waiting for them." The young woman kissed her lover and now
husband, and went into their bedroom. It was their wedding night. They had
married just an hour ago before the Judge of Peace.


At dawn, Robert and Jeremy woke up; Elisa and Raul were not there; just an
hour before they had gone to their room, thinking their Auntie would scold
them if she found them sleeping with the two boys. But before leaving the
room, they placed a tender kiss on each child's white face.

Elisa then said.


	"I love them, brother; they are great fucking and we have enjoyed
very much." She paused. Then added: "Didn't you notice anything strange
about them?"


	"Like what, sister?"


	"I don't exactly know. It was as if Jeremy wanted his friend to
enjoy what he was doing.

And the same happened when Robert fucked me."


	"Sister, don't forget they love each other as if they were twins;
so they wanted the best for their other half. I think the best will be to
enjoy only one of us with both of them at the same time."


	"Do you mind if I do it tonight with them? You could take pleasure
in peeking thru the hole we have done in the loft."


	"It isn't a bad idea, though I would like they fucked me instead of
you." We'll throw the coin after breakfast. Let's leave."


Jeremy woke up and went for a pee; still, it was dark outside, though the
moonlight beamed thru the open window; he did not want to wake Robert
up. He reeled back what they had done just a few hours ago and smiled. "He
had fucked a girl and a boy! It has been wonderful! But why he felt so bad
when watched Rob, his dear Rob, in Raul's arms kissing him?" He thought. In
front of him was the person whom he most loved. Carefully he touched gently
his curly black hair as he watched those long eyelashes; they were like
twins, except in the colour of their eyes. He could not stop and placed a
kiss on his friend's forehead.


Robert was not asleep; he was excited feeling his best friend's actions. To
his mind came what he felt when Jeremy was fucking Elisa. Why? He should
have been happy watching his friend enjoying the girl. Suddenly, he turned
over surprising Jeremy's contemplation; he smiled at him.

Quickly he started making ticklish to Jeremy as he paid him back. They
rolled on the wide and soft bed from one side to another laughing; taking
care not to make excessive noise; after some time, they stopped. Robert was
leaning on his left side and Jeremy on his right; their faces separated
only by a few centimetres. The boy extended his right hand and rubbed
tenderly his friend's face. Instinctively, he said:

	"I love you, Jer." He blushed, but it had come from deep in his
heart. Jeremy's intense green eyes blurred as he hugged his friend very
tight to his chest.


	"I love you too, Rob." That declaration made them sigh with
happiness. "I, I felt bad when..." He did not end the sentence because
Robert knew what he had felt. For the first time, the boys approached their
faces and kissed softly on the lips; a long and tender kiss of deep love,
without any trace of sex. Rob then caressed Jeremy hair staring into his
green eyes.


	"You have the most beautiful eyes I ever saw, Jer."


	"And you, the world record eyelashes. The Captain said that almost
every Jew has those eyes, and you are half of a Jew."


	"In that case, I should say you are half of a Viking; you only need
the blond hair, like Raul. We are as Mother Nature made us: human beings,
as Uncle Jeff uses to say." Without moving they changed the subject. "Raul
told me the captain wants to talk us today. He had important things to tell
us. After we meet him we'll prepare everything and go to fetch Uncle Jeff."
Jeremy then caressed his friend's face as he had already done to him.


	"Anywhere you go I'll follow you, my brother." He paused. "Except
to our moms, you are the only person to who I really love."


	"We better go back to sleep; I have a feeling that tomorrow will be
an important day for us both, and we need to be fit and well." They
snuggled; Robert turned on his right side and Jeremy on his back as two
teaspoons. Robert then added: "Would you like to fuck me during the night?"
Jeremy grinned as he kissed his friend's back neck.


	"Raul isn't ten percent as pretty as you are, and I fucked him, but
you are special to me, and I wouldn't do that unless you pleaded me to do
so." He paused for a few seconds. "Rob, we are almost twelve; and until
approximately one year ago, I only felt love and admiration for you, but
now something is changing in me; I like you and need also to exchange sex;
that makes me feel ashamed because you are great and I would never do
anything to hurt you or to break our friendship." Then Robert took his
friend's hand, which was on his chest, and kissed it, placing it on his
smooth face cheek. It was wet.


	"Jer, I didn't dare to say it to you before, but those are exactly
my thoughts and feelings about you. When you were fucking Raul I felt very
bad; I would have liked to take him away from you and telling "go away from
Jer, he's only for me and not for anybody else", I couldn't stop my eyes
got blurred; though some minutes later, when I was fucking Elisa everything
disappeared from my mind. As you can see, we are the same." All of a
sudden, Robert turned over; they stared at each other and hugged in silence
with their naked bodies united as one single being. After some time, they
broke the hug and Robert recovered his previous position nested into
Jeremy's arms.


	"I think Elisa is a little bit of a whore. What do you think, Rob?"


	"I don't think so, Jer. She and her brother are living in turmoil,
where we can count only the minutes that are passing by; one bomb from the
Fascists or one lost bullet can take our lives to nowhere; so they are
trying to live and enjoy what they have; in fact, aren't we doing the
same?"


	"Yes, you are right, my little philosopher." Jeremy dragged his
friend to him as if he wanted to prevent someone could take his friend from
him. A few minutes later they were hard asleep.


				+++++++++++++++++

CHAPTER 7
---------------

Betty Gilles, née Northfield, liked to get up early since she was a child,
even sometimes too early as today; still, the sunrise will take some time
to take place, even in those last days of June that in Britain people woke
up at dawn. She opened her bureau and extracted a handful of old yellow
letters that were wrapped with a fine silk little red ribbon. She had read
those missives probably hundreds of times during her life. Took one of them
and started reading: "Adored Betty..." She left the letter on her lap as
her mind flew back in the time when she was 9 y/o, 24th June 1884.


That day was her birthday's celebration, and as any child of her society,
she was eagerly waiting the time elapsed quickly and her guests
arrived. Many children would come, but she had interest in only one, a
handsome 11 y/o boy named Noah Gilles; two years older than she was.

In fact, she would have liked he was the only one to assist to her
party. When she was surrounded by her female friends he appeared in the
door frame. She could not see anything else, but the beautiful curly black
haired boy who had the largest eyelashes and big eyes she had ever seen. He
approached her, with a little parcel on his hands as a birthday present. He
kissed her on the cheeks and in a whisper said:

	"I love you." Her cheeks burned red, took his hand and dragged him
to a corner where no one could hear them.


	"I'll answer you in half an hour in the greenhouse." She left him
as the boy sighed. After that time, he went to the greenhouse to wait for
his girl. He chose the place where they could hide in case someone could
come. As soon as she entered, he dragged her from her hand to behind a big
pot and the two children hugged and kissed many times. For the first time,
he felt how his dick got hard and the smart girl noticed it. Smiling she
slowed down her hand and rubbed the boy penis. He squirmed and kissed her
even harder. Still, they did not know about French kissing. Some minutes,
that seemed seconds to them, elapsed, and they returned to the party
separately.


Their love increased as time passed and they took every opportunity to be
together; especially on school holidays. Their parents observed this and
were very pleased; however, the boy and girl were anxious to reach the peak
of their relationship. They fixed their objective for the boy's "bar
mitzvah" day. Before the guests started to leave, she disappeared; and just
before the main door closed, the boy, too. Their parents were asking where
the boy was, but his father said: "Today we have made him a man, let's him
to enjoy his new status." He lighted a cigar and started whistling; they
were in the middle of the Victorian time, and men enjoyed great
prerogatives that women had to obey. He was right; that night was as their
wedding night. Betty grinned remembering those events.


They made plans to marry as soon as possible, once they reached their 20th
birthday and he returned from the University. Within their plans, the most
important was to have as many children as they could afford since the boy
was an only child and the girl had only one brother in their respective
families. However, unfortunately, happiness sometimes takes a different and
unexpected way. When she was 18 y/o got sick of typhus; as a consequence,
her menstruation stopped and with this the possibility of conceiving
babies. This was a heavy blow for both. Noah deeply loved Betty, but in
those times Jews and Catholic customs banned a marriage where the woman was
clearly sterile; since the main objective of both religions were to bring
new members to the Community. Therefore, they cancelled all their plans
regarding their marriage.

He concentrated all his efforts in his MD studies, and she would have done
the same, but women access to the College was not allowed; she went to
France to a special school for nurses. They remained singles, but could not
forget their deep mutual love, and enjoyed it, in spite of the criticisms
from their so-called society. However, the pressure from Noah's parents was
intense; they had a fair fortune and needed an heir.


Forced by this situation and circumstance, Betty introduced him a girl of
24 y/o friend of her; her name was Angela Carlton and she immediately fell
in love with him. They married in 1898. In 1900 they had their first baby,
a pretty boy they named Robert; he passed away one year later from scarlet
fever. Two years later, came another boy, and one year afterwards, a second
boy; they named them Peter and Jeffry, respectively.


Betty left the couple to live their lives and went to Europe to work as a
nurse, though she did not need to do it. Noah asked Betty to stay in
London, but she made a great effort rejecting that idea because she knew
could not reject her lover if he asked her again.


When Jeff was 2 y/o she received a cable from London, she guessed the
sender would be her old lover, so her heart beat strongly until she opened
it. She was wrong, though not entirely.

The cable had been sent by Angela Carlton, her old friend, with a short
text: "Betty we need you -stop- Please help us -stop" She did not doubt a
second. Paris was not too far. The messenger was waiting. She gave a good
tip and the answer. "I'll be there soonest possible -stop- Betty"

She cancelled her work, and that evening left Paris to London. She feared
something could have been happening. "Why he hadn't sent me the cable?" She
murmured while the train was rolling to London. She took a taxi at Victoria
rail station and went to the West End. The car stopped in front of the
large house she knew very well, paid the cab and jumped the few steps into
the hall. She crossed with a man that she did not know, but the manners
told her he was an MD. Their old nanny came out from a room dragging a
little boy and another one on her arms.

She could not speak as her eyes were blurred. The little boy recognized her
and extended his small arms to her. She picked him up as the boy said:
"Auntie, mom's sick, very sick." She kissed the boys, and in seconds she
was near her friends.


	"Thank God, you are here, Betty. He doesn't know I have called
you."

"

 	"Why's so secrecy? I'm a professional and your friend." After a
while, Angela explained she was seriously ill; there was not any hope. Then
she added:

	"Betty, I know the great sacrifice you made; but before he comes,
please I'm going to ask you for a great favour." As she kept silence, the
sick woman continued: "I want you to promise me to look after my sons when
I leave. He knows how to take care of himself." Betty was to answer her
friend because she appreciated some resentment about her husband, but it
was not the moment. She answered her while drying her forehead with a soft
cloth.


	"Angela, within a few days you'll look after your boys yourself and
I'll return to my hospital in Paris; however, if you think my words will
help you, I promise I'll take care and look after the children as if they
were mine. You know very well how much I love them."


	"I wonder why God punished you ..."


	"Angela dear, we don't need to talk about this; it isn't worth to
cry over spilt milk. Now you must promise me to comply with what the MD
advises you. I'll be day and night here taking care of you and the
children." The young woman on the bed started sobbing in silence.


	"I don't deserve you looking after me. Please, Betty, forg..." A
hard cough stopped the woman to continue speaking. A guarding nurse entered
and relieved Betty; she knew she was Director of all feminine personnel of
a great hospital in Paris. Betty held the tab that the doctor had left at
the foot of the bed and read the handwriting; she crossed her sight with
the nurse as she slightly avowed her head. Betty went to the kitchen to
meet Noah's old nanny and the little boys. The woman hugged her tenderly as
she used to do when she was a little girl.


	"Nanny, after you take the boys to bed, I need to ask you a few
questions, if you don't mind, of course. I'll take my suitcase to my room."
Little Peter then said:

	"I'll help you, Aunty Betty. I'm a strong little man; that's what
Dad says."


	"Then, what are we waiting for, little man?" The boy placed his
fatty rounded fingers on one side of the large suitcase as if he was really
helping. They entered the room as the child said:

	"Aunty Betty, Dad is very sad; I'm happy you are here, surely he
will be glad, too, when he sees you. He always does. Doesn't he Aunty?"


	"I don't know; I rarely come here, except on summer and Christmas
holidays." Some knocks interrupted the little boy assertions. A tall man
was in the frame; he bent and picked the boy up, kissing him. "Dad, did you
bring me the toffee I told you?" He smiled at his son:

	"Yes; I left it with Nanny; you must hurry up, otherwise Jeff could
take all of it." The little boy did not wait one second, as he ran
downstairs. Noah could not stop and he hugged Betty tenderly; she tried to
reject him but she could not. "I love you. Why have you come? I didn't dare
to call you, though we needed you very much."


	"She called me." Betty showed the cable to him. "Noah, you must
behave, or better, we must behave. You know I'm not marble, and six years
isn't a long time to forget everything; besides, you have two beautiful
angels to look after. It is neither the moment nor the place; now we must
do our best to save Angela, though it seems very difficult. I have read the
information written on the MD tab, and as a professional with experience,
unfortunately, I must tell you she has scarce chances to survive. Sorry,
I'm so rude, but in these instances, I prefer the truth."


	"I know it, Betty. I shouldn't have married; but my father..."


	"Noah, please, don't blame your father! Besides he isn't here to
defend himself. It just happened; that's all. We must face it, at least for
the children's sake.


	"Yes, you are right." Noah bent his head and went downstairs to his
wife's room.

Sometime later his nanny knocked on Betty's door.


	"Come in, Nanny. Please, close the door." She did as requested and
cleaned her wet eyes. Betty stared at her and without any preliminaries,
she hugged the woman and asked.

"Nanny, what has really happened here? I can't understand."


	"Betty, my daughter, the only problem besides she is seriously
sick, is that Angela is insane; insane of jealousy; this has even been
recognized by her own father, who advised my child to place her into a
mental hospital for insane people; but Noah rejected the idea; he answered
him he would bear his daughter's illness. But he couldn't. He started
spending more and more time at work in his business, to the point he has
doubled their fortune; however, Angela told him he was all of that time
with his lover. If he travelled, on his return, she argued he was with you
in Paris..." Betty did not want to hear more. She interrupted the woman.


	"Nanny, you don't need to continue; I have seen many cases similar
to hers in the hospital. Nothing will convince her otherwise. I never
thought she would have behaved like this.

She was a little rare sometimes, but had the greatest heart I ever met;
always ready to help anyone who asked her. Unfortunately, we can't help
her; only the MD. We'll try to always be kind and understand her
situation." She was to add something but felt that was more than enough.


Two weeks later Angela née Carlton passed away. Betty wanted to come
back to her work in Paris, but those little faces of Peter and Jeff, and
Noah's plead convinced her on contrary. She started as the housekeeper, but
two years later they married in Paris; the little children acting as
pageboys. Noah understood that their families' religion was a real handicap
for their way of life.

They never visited a synagogue or a church as members, and their children
grew up free of any religious belief. They always had memorable holidays
the four together, later separated as the boys became adults, but they were
very united by their strong love.


She closed the bureau and kept all her private letters in a small drawer,
except the last one.

She was well aware of the Spanish situation, and as a free person, she
supported the new Republic, though she hated the atrocities and outrages
carried out by both parties, where the weak persons, and above all, the
children, were suffering the consequences. She had convinced Noah to insist
in the British Parliament to abandon that fake of "non-intervention"

Committee, but it was in vain.


Thru the International Red Cross, she, other persons, and charity
organizations had organized the evacuation and transportation of a few
hundred children to save them from the cruel war consequences. The Navy had
helped, providing a frigate to pick the children up; she was to recall in
the port of Bilbao on five days; once in England, the children would be
allocated within voluntary families, until they could be returned to their
respective families when the war was over. They were one of those families
and had applied for a couple of them.


********************

Robert and Jeremy woke up early that morning, but did not get up; they were
lying in front of each other involved in their thoughts. Robert extended
his hand and rubbed softly Jeremy's cheek with the back of his hand; both
enjoyed that new sensation.


	"Jer, your face cheek is very smooth, it feels like the best
velvety; it is so soft..." Jeremy took his friend's hand in his, and
deposited a kiss, placing it back on his cheeks. Robert grinned and
sighed. "If we ever have to separate I'll miss these touches very much."


	"We won't ever separate Rob; you are my brother and my lover, if
you want it; that until we decide otherwise or we get married. How would
you like your girl to be?" Before his friend could answer, Jeremy added:
"My ideal one must have naturally curly hair, deep blue eyes as the day,
long curved eyelashes and hard pointing out little breasts." He paused. "I
suppose she must exist somewhere, because you are a copy of her, except you
don't have tits and blue eyes." Robert grinned and jabbed his best
friend. Jeremy then asked. "How would you like yours?"


	"I don't have a clear idea, but surely she must be honest, tall as
we are, bright deep black eyes; brown lank hair to her shoulders, and above
all, she must have a parted chin or a little hole where I can deposit my
kisses." Saying this he approached Jeremy and kissed him on the chin. They
laughed and started making ticklish; after a while, Robert added: "We
better get up; the captain will come just in half an hour. Come on, lazy
boy!!" They jumped from the bed and went for a pee. Then got dressed and
extracted some water from the well and washed carefully their faces and
hands; then had breakfast with Raul and Elisa.


It was around 11:00 when Captain Martinez arrived; a soldier was carrying a
few parcels that he placed in the dining room large table. The boys'
curiosity raised but they did not say anything; it was Julia who asked:
"What are those parcels? What do they contain?

	"These two are for Robert and Jeremy, and those are for Raul and
Elisa. Yours, my beautiful wife, will come tonight with me." She grinned
and kissed her husband. Before they broke the kiss the children were
engaged opening the parcels. He then added: "Robert, Jeremy, you won't need
those clothes right now, it is too hot here; therefore, Julia, please,
place them in their backpacks. We'll go for a walk; I need to talk to
them." The boys guessed something, but they were used to not asking when an
adult was present. "Let's go." They walked in silence during near half an
hour thru different fields, until reached a water spring under a large pine
tree. They sat on the fresh shadow grass as the Captain did on a flat rock
step.


	"Are they good news; Captain Martinez?" He grinned as he said:

	"You should say "Major Martinez." I have been promoted, effective
today morning, though I haven't changed my crests. That's thanks to you and
your families. As you well know, your braveness has saved a lot of
Republican lives. I'll remain as the General's assistant; the Major Jose
Campos has also been promoted to Lieutenant Colonel. We'll see him tomorrow
morning for the last time." Jeremy stared at Robert and then to the new
Major:

	"Congratulations to you both; but apart from our intervention, I
think you have some other news for us. Aren't you, Mr Martinez?" She feared
to talk to these smart boys.


	"Yes, you are right." He paused trying to explain. "Robert, Jeremy;
before his departure tomorrow, the General Asensi will celebrate a little
meeting and ceremony in the Town Hall Assembly Room, with all civil and
military authorities of this town. In this meeting, the Republic will
decorate both of you, your Uncle Jeff in absence, and your Mothers
secretly, with a high distinction medal for your act of bravery. It has
some important prerogatives that I'll explain you in due course. Tomorrow
some newspaper men from the Magazine "Life" will also attend to make some
picture of you. We have told them your stories, but for obvious security
reasons, they won't publish it until you are in a safe place. Tomorrow
after the act taking place, I'll be able to continue talking to you; by now
this is the only thing I can tell you." He then extracted a little object
from one of his pockets. "Tonight, before dinner, you'll wash thoroughly
all of your bodies; but you'll start with your heads, using this soap. Your
hair is a little bit longer and I like it. It produces a lot of foam that
you must leave for at least ten minutes to work; it'll kill any lice and
prevent you to have it during two weeks."


	"We'll do everything as you have told us, though we have many
questions to make. We understand you cannot say more than what you are
authorised to; but, what's about if any of the newspaper's men asked us
further questions?" Robert asked.


	"We have informed them about all what we know about you and they
have asked, but you are smart enough to know what you may and may not say;
above all, you must be extremely careful about information regarding your
own families and the military attack against the Italian forces. Had you
any doubt, you must either don't answer or call me."


	"Understood," Jeremy said.


The boys seemed to guess what was coming next, but in that moment, they
hugged the man in the waist as in unison said:

	"Thanks, Major Martinez. We'll never forget you!!!

End of Part 1