Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2023 22:26:02 +0200 From: john skehan Subject: refugee center Refugee center cajuncock Even in times of war men have found love. This is a story of gay fiction to remind us that in the end humanity will win out. If you like the stories here please donate to keep it going. Comments-cajunboi868@gmail The teen was a refugee from the Russian war on his native nation. Many had been killed when they overran his small village. I could not help but notice him at the town center where the refugees were housed. I'd volunteered even though I spoke not a word of his native language. We were all shocked when he began speaking in English then in french. He told me that he was here alone. His parents had disappeared after his older brother had joined the forces to fight the invaders. At the time he was only 15 and on his own. We worked through the group of refugees for 6 hours making sure that they had papers supplied by the UN officials and a place to stay with local families. Others had offered spare rooms for families and meals. Things were quiet and all of this first day was settled when I asked him what he was going to do. He looked around at the empty space saying he would stay here for the night to await the next group of refugees. I would have none of that telling him that I insisted he stayed with me for a while unless he was afraid of dogs, I had two. He looked down at the floor whispering "You might not like me because I'm gay. It was difficult at home and here I'm a stranger too." I hugged him saying "This is France that doesn't matter to us. I would welcome you to my home even if you had two heads." He laughed at that saying "But I do have two." We packed up and stopped by the all night deli for some carry out sandwiches and a bottle of bubbly to celebrate his being here. I had left a note in the office telling them that we'd be back to help the next day. Once at home I offered him the shower to clean up with. I also found a pair of sweatpants and slippers to change into after his shower. So far we had not talked about my life. While he showered I let the dogs out to do their thing before bedtime. I was setting up the table when he walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist. I pointed to the sweat pants and slippers on a chair. He laughed saying "I guess I can't walk around naked can I?" I said "Suit yourself, I don't care if you want to stay naked all the time. It'll add something different to the decor of the place." He laughed, dropping the towel to display his youthful body. He saw me staring then said "I told you I had two heads. You didn't believe me?" I stuttered saying "And nice they both are." He blushed as he pulled on the sweat pants and sat down to eat. While we ate he asked how I came to live here. I explained that I'd had a partner who always dreamed of retiring here. But death separated us before we could live our dream. So now I live the dream alone. He was in tears hearing that. I pulled out the bubbly to lighten the mood just as the dogs barked at the back door. I let them in and both headed straight to him. He got down on the floor to play with them. We watched both the French and American news shows for a while. I told him that I needed to clean up before bed. He asked where he should sleep. I told him anywhere the dogs would allow him to bed down. He offered to clean the dishes while I took a bath in the oversized tub, one of my bad habits. I was relaxing in the tub when he walked into the bathroom. He sat next to the tub wanting to talk more about our lives. The dogs sat by the open door as usual. He offered to wash my back, something I could not refuse. As he did that he reached down to move the suds aside saying "You've got a nice extra head too. I guess all Americans are like that?" I said, "Not all, just the lucky ones." He stopped and leaned to kiss my cheek asking "Do you find me attractive?" I just replied "Very much so, in case you haven't noticed." My cock was now at full attention sticking above the water. I moved my wet hand to his exposed thigh, rubbing it softly. He moaned saying "It's been so very long since anyone has touched me like that." I whispered "Then perhaps you will want to sleep in my bed tonight?" I stood up in the tub wet and hard. He stood dropping the sweat pants to reveal a pink, hard cock of his own. He dried me off carefully, working to dry my crotch completely. I moaned, holding his shoulders tight. I took his hand leading him to my bedroom with its large, handmade bed. I shut the dogs outside the door. He kissed me hard on my lips before trailing his kisses down my body to my excited cock. I pulled him up by his shoulders asking "Do we need protection?" He blushed saying "The medical team tested me when I arrived and I have not had sex for two months due to the war." I kissed his neck before moving to the blond hair surrounding his now hard nipples. From his shower I knew that he was a true blond. The blond bush that surrounded his cock was a definite turn on for me. I was determined to show him how I could make love, bringing him to the very edge of an intense climax over and over again, during the night. He needed a release so badly that he shot off twice as I teased him. He yelled out "Please, Please breed me. Take me as yours!" His legs were wrapped around my hips as I speeded up my thrusts into his soft heaven of a hole. I screamed out "Yuri, Yuri take my love offering!" I exploded inside him, filling him. Just then he had his third orgasm of the night. We slept with our limbs twisted together. I woke up feeling him nursing on my cock as I exploded into his needy mouth. I pulled him up for a kiss tasting myself on his tongue. We showered, dressed, and walked the dogs around the village greeting the villagers as we walked. After a quick breakfast we headed off to the refugee center to prepare for another expect group. All during the busy day he smiled over at me. We both knew where he would spend the coming days.