Date: Mon, 02 Jul 2007 18:42:15 +0200 From: A.K. Subject: Malgre tout 11/13 (Historical) ---------------------------- MALGRE TOUT by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2007 written on October 18, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by John ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "MALGRE TOUT" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest. ----------------------------- CHAPTER 11 -- In spite of all They stopped for a long time in master Mayer's farm, both because Jacques healing was slower than expected, and because the unexpectedly severe cold of that winter motivated them to not continue their journey. Moreover the war, although the situation was deteriorating for the French, was not yet over. The Prussian army was besieging Paris and the Third Republic didn't seem to be able to conduct the war very much better than the Emperor. Jacques was alternating times when he seemed to recover his forces with others of fever and weakness. Kurt was worried for his friend, notwithstanding the doctor continued to affirm that Jacques was out of danger. At times Kurt still had sex with Helga, but rather seldom, because now her father was almost always at home. He had made love, some times, with Jacques too, in the dead of the night, but in a very quiet and limited way because Kurt didn't want him to get tired and to worsen. And above all, because Kurt, in spite of now desiring it more than ever, didn't inform his friend of his discoveries about how to succeed in having anal intercourse. In the first days of February came the news that on January 28th Paris had capitulated and France had signed an armistice with Prussia, in Versailles. But the Prussian troops remained in France and controlled almost all the conquered regions. In February it also snowed a great deal. Master Mayer taught Kurt to weave reeds and to make very beautiful hemispherical baskets. Jacques finally started to get up from his bed and he often sat near the kitchen fireplace, with a blanket over his shoulders and another on his legs. He too learned to weave reeds. Now that Jacques was with them, the Mayers were speaking almost always in French. And Kurt's French had improved enough. The doctor was going there just once a week and was satisfied of Jacques progress. The Mayers had introduced Kurt as a relative coming from north Luxembourg, as they had planned, so that the boy didn't need to hide any more. Master Mayer was treating Kurt with growing familiarity and affability. While the three men were weaving the reed baskets, Helga was working at the loom -- she had decided to make new clothes for both Kurt and Jacques. One evening, while they were on their beds, Jacques whispered to Kurt, "I noticed that the Mayers are treating you very well..." "You too, no?" "Yes, but they treat me like a guest, but you like family." "You think?" "It's rather obvious. I've got the impression they are weaving a spider web round you to keep you here, to have you to stop here..." "Oh, that's possible." "And you... will you stop here?" "Here? If no was you, I think yes. But you are and so..." "If you want... I can go alone..." Jacques murmured. "What you say? You go alone? Why?" "I think that Helga would like... marrying with you. And that also her father would like it." "But I not want marry Helga. I have you..." "Are you sure?" "I yes! You no?" "I... I love you, Kurt, you know it." "Good. So no talk." "But now you almost never make love with me..." "Oh... door here not closes... and is very cold... but I desire you, much!" "Why don't you come on my pallet, to make me feel it? I'm now almost healed..." "Is very cold in night here. To make love well, is good stay naked, no? I not want you take cold. Only this." "But at least embrace me, kiss me..." "Yes, but then I know that we is difficult stop to that, no?" "Well... we could try. I miss you very much, don't you know?" "I also miss you much. But still little patience. Spring comes and we can go Belgium, no? And perhaps stay alone and safe and make love you and I. You much important to me, you know? Much much. I love you. I really I love you." Kurt declared sweetly. But then he got off his pallet, in the darkness, and groping his way, went to slip under his friend's blanket. "Come, my Jacques. Give you and I many kisses..." They embraced, tight one against the other, and kissed for a long time, feeling each the other's warmth, and one another's arousal. They caressed and kissed again. After several minutes Kurt whispered, "Now better I go back my pallet..." "Already?" "Too strong I desire you..." "Yes, I too, but..." "When you totally healed, I promise we make love." "But I feel really alright... I swear..." "You still take drugs of mister doctor, no?" "He says it is just a tonic cure." "When doctor say stop drugs, I promise, I make love with you." "Oh, Kurt... I can't resist any more..." "I too cannot, but..." The boy was inflexible and after another very long kiss, he went back to his pallet. The day after, while Jacques was in the kitchen to help master Mayer to give the finishing touch to some baskets, Kurt and Helga went in the stable to milk the cows and to make the butter. As soon as they were in the stable, Helga embraced Kurt and kissed him in the mouth. The boy resisted and sat on the low stool to start milking. "" the girl asked him. "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" Kurt answered emptying the almost full bucket into the churn and resuming milking. "" "" "" "" "" "" Helga looked at him widening her eyes, "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" Kurt answered, giggling, stopping milking, "" "" Helga said, self-confident. "" Helga looked at him dumbfounded, then said, "" Kurt started milk ing again and said, "" "" "" "" "" "" "" Kurt asked, looking at her maliciously. "" the girl retorted, angrily. Kurt laughed and poured the remaining milk into the churn, then started to make the butter, without answering her. Helga, irritated, left him in the stable and went out. Kurt expected the girl to take revenge in one way or another. But he noticed that she just started to treat Jacques with a special kindness and to smother him with attention, especially when her father was not around. Helga finished sewing the new clothes for the boys. And in March, Jacques and Kurt decided to try to go to Belgium. Helga pulled a long face. Master Mayer seemed to regret their decision, but he gave the boys some coins, some preserved food and two ram skin jackets with the wool inside. He also gave them two beautiful shoulder panniers, more comfortable than their bundles, to carry their few belongings. They left on a sunny morning. "Follow the road to Givet, boys. From the village there are three roads going to Belgium. The one to the west goes to Philippeville, the one to the north leads to Hatière and the eastern road to Beauraign. I don't know if the Belgians will let you pass, you can try at all the three ways. If anyway you don't succeed, come back to Givet and look for a certain Junot. He knows the region like the back of his hand and he can possibly lead you to another route if you tell him it's me to send you to him. Good luck, boys and... if by chance you decide to come back here, you will both be welcome." They walked to Givet. From there they tried all the three routes that master Mayer had told them but, as the man had foreseen, they were stopped at the border by the Belgian soldiers. So, late one evening they were in Givet again. They asked for Junot. He told them he would willingly lead them, but the day after, together with a "gentleman coming from Paris" who was now staying at the inn. "How much would it cost us to be lead to Belgium?" Jacques asked. "I will take you just beyond the frontier, and show you the road, then you have to manage by yourselves. As it's master Mayer to send you two, and as I owe him several favors, and as the gentleman from Paris seems not to have money problems and pays me well, I'll take you there for free. But don't tell this to the Parisian, is that clear? Now, do you have a place for the night?" "We can ask at the inn, if it isn't too expensive..." "No, they have just two rooms and the last one was booked by the Parisian. You can sleep here at my place, in the stable, on the straw. Come..." The man took them to his stable and showed them the straw heap where they could sleep. He wished them a good night and went away, with the lantern, laving them in the dark. Before the man went away, they had spread their blanket and laid on it. As soon as they were alone, Kurt searched for his friend with his arms and pulled Jacques to himself. "Jacques... we make love?" "I thought you would never ask me again..." his friend murmured, pretending to be sulky, but at once kissed his lover. They were both thirsty for love. They caressed, opening each other clothes, fumbling, searching for each other with growing desire and passion. As they freed their erections from their clothes, they hurriedly went down to savor them, for a long time, greedily, in a delightful sixty-nine. Then they turned again to kiss, to lick each other's chest and nibble the nipples, to lick each other's bellies to then unite yet again in a fiery sixty-nine. Kurt thought, happy and moved, that really Helga couldn't give him this. He loved feeling the firm flesh rod in his mouth, warm and shuddering, and he liked knowing that it was he who made it shudder so. When he felt that Jacques was fully aroused, he parted from him. "Wait..." he murmured. "What are you doing? Where are you going?" his friend asked him, trying to made him stay. "One only, little minute..." Kurt answered and with his hands he searched for his pannier he had put near there foreseeing that moment. He opened it and slipped inside his hand. In the dark, he took out the small wooden box that he had filled with fresh butter. "What are you doing?" Jacques asked, hearing he was bustling and not able to see what Kurt was doing. Kurt sweetly whispered, "Let me to do ... you will see that you will like..." He opened the small box, immersed his fingers in the soft butter and started to caress his friend's rod, lubing carefully its entire length. "But what are you doing? What are you putting on it?" "Butter..." "Butter? You wouldn't want to cook it, would you?" Jacques giggled, without understanding. "No. I want you shove all this your good hard tool in my little ass." "With the butter?" "Yes, so slips well and finally enters. Not you happy?" "Yes, but... how did you get this idea?" Jacques asked, shivering at the slippery massage of his friend on his stiff stake. "Now I put butter also on my hole... so... come. Try now, love..." Kurt said anticipating what was about to happen. He turned on one side and pushed his small ass towards his friend's rod, keeping it still with a hand and driving it between his buttocks. Jacques, then, seized his waist and, when he felt that the tip of his rod was positioned on the warm flesh bud, he started to push. And he felt that the virgin hole of his lover was surrendering, finally disclosing, and that his tool was wedging itself inside, was opening its way. Kurt emitted a low moaning. "I'm hurting you, love? Should I stop?" "No! Push... go on... you are entering..." "I don't want to hurt you..." "No, I like it... go on, shove it inside... go on... is good!" "Oh, yes... it's good..." Jacques panted feeling he was gradually received in the warm and narrow channel. "Oh, Jacques, love... push strong..." "Yes, Kurt... how beautiful... oh yes, it's beautiful!" Kurt pushed back his pelvis, enjoying that flesh spit that was sticking in him, and that he was feeling bigger and harder than ever. It was hurting him a little, but at the same time it was also giving him such an intense pleasure that the slight pain seemed not to have any significance. "Oh Kurt, my Kurt... You're finally mine! My love! It's wonderful..." "Yes, Jacques, love... So, yes... push..." Jacques was slowly sinking into his lover and was enjoying each millimeter of that conquest. And also Kurt was feeling a new, unexpected pleasure, being at last able to receive inside himself the person he loved. It was not purely a physical enjoyment but an intensely spiritual and psychological one at the same time, that was filling the Prussian boy with grateful amazement. When finally Jacques was all in and had totally conquered that until then untaken fortress, his excitement had reached a level of such intensity that, as soon as he moved to start his going and coming, his orgasm burst out. He almost spasmodically pulled his lover to himself, pushed it all inside and spurted emitting hoarse moans of pleasure. Kurt pushed himself against him, moving in time with him careful not to break their union but to increase his companion's pleasure. "Oh, Kurt, my love, I came so soon, so suddenly! I could not control myself... I was much too excited... it was too great..." Jacques murmured with regret, staying still fully embedded in his lover, keeping him against himself and trembling for the last darts of that so strong orgasm. "It you liked?" Kurt asked him. "So very much, love... But you?" "I too liked. Now we know how is make united really our bodies, no?" Jacques caressed him, while he was starting to relax, then whispered, "But now, I want you to take me in this way..." "Yes, sure." "I want to feel it all inside me, your beautiful pole, my love." "Yes, my Jacques." Jacques slowly slipped out of him, made him turn between his arms and kissed him on the mouth. "Prepare me... and prepare yourself, go on!" he urged him turning and lowering his trousers to the knees. He felt his friend's fingers, spread with butter, exploring between his buttocks, finding the hole and starting to carefully lube it all around and inside. That inquisitive finger gave him shudders and he became aroused once again. Then he felt the strong member of his friend replace the finger, pressing stiff and slippery, pressing warmly on his virgin hole, and gently starting to push. Jacques relaxed, eager to receive it into him. Kurt, more experienced than him, gave a short but strong and calibrated stroke with his loins, so that he made all the glans go beyond the tight sphincter. Then, stopping pushing for a while, he lightly wiggled it to make his friend accustomed to that presence and make him relax again. Jacques in fact had had a moment of panic at that sudden and strong push that had won his unconscious resistance all in one go. But the short stabbing pain ceased at once and now he was only feeling the intense warmth of the tool that had settled in him. He felt it was beautiful, it was exactly what he had always dreamed of, desired, and he wanted it deeper, all inside, totally inside. He pushed his pelvis back with a will and felt it slip inside, hot, strong, powerful. "Oh, Kurt, my love!" "You like?" his friend sweetly asked in a whisper, caressing him. "God, yes! It was so long that I dreamed of it, I desired it, I wanted it... Go on, take me, fuck me, please!" "Yes, love." Kurt answered pushing deeper, even deeper, until his groin was strongly pressed against the firm buttocks of his lover. "You like, Jacques?" he again asked. "To die for... move it inside... make me feel it..." Jacques panted and with both hands he spread his buttocks more to better welcome it, even deeper. "Push, go on..." he spurred his friend. Kurt teased his lover's nipples and slowly started to move back and forth in the tight, burning channel. "Kurt! Oh, Kurt! You're mine!" "Yes, and you're mine..." "Fuck me, love... fuck me hard..." "So, love?" Kurt asked starting to move with more vigor and at a faster rhythm. "Oh yes... yes..." Jacques was also feeling a light pain at that first penetration, but the joy to be finally able to receive Kurt inside him was so strong, and the pleasure so intense, and was so rapidly increasing, that the pain was soon forgotten. Jacques confusedly asked himself if it was more beautiful to penetrate or being penetrated and was not able to get an answer. He vaguely thought it was a pity not being possible to take each other at the same moment as it was when doing a sixty-nine. He thought he would have loved having his beloved boy's member at once in his mouth and in his ass... He liked immensely feeling that pole tossing in him, darting, hammering inside him with all the vigor of that young and beautiful boy in heat. Kurt was thinking that it was much better doing it with his Jacques than with Helga. The girl's body was soft, weak, and pliant. His lover's body was instead strong, virile, and firm. Helga could only receive him, Jacques could both receive him and enter him. Helga was only aiming at pleasure with him, Jacques, with him... was making love! "Jacques, I love you..." "Yes, Kurt, I too love you..." "Oh, my Jacques! " Kurt murmured unaware of switching to German. Jacques didn't understand these last words, but the warm voice of his young lover, hoarse with erotic pleasure, was evoking wonderful sensations in him. He felt that his Kurt was prey of a growing excitement and he knew he was the source of it. He felt that Kurt was overcome by the passion and felt that he was the object of that passion. One of Kurt's hands was going on to tease his turgid nipples and the other was cupped to caress and gently press his firm testicles, his throbbing member. He could feel the sweet breath of Kurt on his neck, he felt him pant, and eagerly abandoned himself to those wonderful sensations. Happily, Kurt was lasting longer than he had been able to do, and this was giving him more and more pleasure. He felt Kurt start to thrash about with more vigor and understood that his lover was about to reach the peak of enjoyment. He felt Kurt's orgasm come, swell, accumulate... and finally burst inside him with force, discharge into him with sweet violence. Then Jacques pushed back to make him feel all the pleasure that he too was experiencing by receiving his seed inside him. Kurt emptied inside him with a low, hoarse, long moan that was to Jacques like very sweet erotic music. They relaxed, still united. Then Jacques turned, they embraced and languidly kissed. "You and I, unite... one thing only..." Kurt happily murmured while Jacques tenderly cuddled him. "Yes, forever." Jacques answered, moved. "I am all of Jacques, true?" "Sure, and I'm all yours." "Yes, all mine... I not believed it is so much beautiful!" "Neither could I, my love. How many months have passed, before we have been able to reach this!" "Many, yes... but is beautiful, now." "Just think -- we were not even speaking the same language, we were enemies, you never had even thought you could make love with a boy, with a male... and in spite of all, we have become lovers... Isn't that wonderful? "Yes, in spite of all!" ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 12 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. If someone wants to read them, the URL is http://andrejkoymasky.com If you want to send me feed-back, or desire to help revising my English translations, so that I can put on-line more of my stories in English please e-mail at andrej@andrejkoymasky.com ---------------------------