Date: Mon, 6 Jul 2020 06:49:16 +0000 From: Caden Michaels Subject: Sleeping With the Enemy - Chapter 1 Please remember that Nifty needs your donations to keep you, and these stories, cumming. So why not throw a few bucks? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is a fictional story that contains sexual acts between a man and a boy. Don't read if it offends you or breaks any laws. Otherwise please enjoy :) Sleeping With the Enemy by Caden Chapter 1 Fuck Nazis. No seriously, have you tried? It's amazing. I mean, they're the absolute worst, but also...let's just say Hitler had at least one good idea. Ok sure, did he sneakily convince the entire country that we were somehow special and better than everyone else? Yeah. And did he order the murder of millions of innocent people...actually, yeah fuck that guy. But also...ok I'll just say it. His Hitler youth camps are the real reason why he deserved to be Time Magazine's man of the year. Seriously. Look it up. It happened. But how come it took the most evil guy in the world to come up with the idea of creating a summer camp full of only the cutest little blond boys, all wearing incredibly tight shorts, all excited to be brainwashed into believing their life's purpose is to do anything and everything we say? Brilliant! Simply brilliant. Trust me, I hate the guy and hope he dies a miserable death, but until then...I know where I'll be. It's not like I actually intended to end up here. In fact, if I had things my way, I'd be sipping tea while reading a good book on the beach of my family's lake house right about now. But the effing Nazis demanded that every abled bodied man "help the cause". So, it was either prison or the battlefield for me. Neither sounded appealing. Thankfully, being a scholar, I was able to petition for a job teaching at the local Hitler youth camp. At first, I was sure I'd hate it. Indoctrinating our German youth into the insane ideals of a raging madman seemed such a gross misuse of my highly educated talents. But it only took one look at the summer class of 1934 to realize I was sorely mistaken. The first to catch my eye was Dieter, a rebellious little snot with a subtle scar above his left eye to prove it. But that cocky smirk he's always sending my way leaves his likeness lingering on my mind far into the night. He's never short an outlandish fib to impress his naive companions, or himself. And he's always ahead of the pack, leading the charge as a lone ranger. And thankfully, he'll do anything for attention, because it's what he craves most. Then of course there's Henri, Jens, Arno, Ingo, Artur, Udo, Fred, Rudi, Roland, Armin, Axel and Martin just to name a few. The way the boys practice marching around the camp each day, legs straight, firm, and rigid...it's almost as if these lessons were designed to perfect their glorious glutes. Intentions aside, each boy fills out his shorts very nicely if I do say so myself. Plus, I always make sure to provide them one size too small if for no other reason than to make my job more enjoyable. And it most certainly does. Thanks to the beautiful display of German perfection around me throughout the day, and especially during evening shower, my every night is filled with embellished fantasies of these stunning boys and everything I planned to do to them. But none more than my little Max. At the sweet age of ten, he's a timid soul. He's hardly prime Nazi material but his dreams of someday joining his older brother on the front lines keep him focused from falling to the bottom of the class. Still he's small, and some of the other boys occasionally tease him for the plumpness of his cheeks surrounding his adorable button nose. His short golden hair stays carefully combed to the left and his vibrant blue eyes always look like they have a tear ready to drop. It's sweet little Max who I made sure would be the first to find himself in my bed. "Milch?" he asked curiously. "Ja" I replied. "When a calf is born, he must drink of his mother's milch to grow big and strong ja?" Little max stared at me inquisitively, considering my words carefully, no doubt imagining his days back on his family's farm. "Ja Lehrer" he finally agreed. "No need for formalities when we're in my room. You can call me Erwin if you'd like." I sat myself comfortably on the side of my cot, spreading my legs and bringing him by the hand closer to me. I could feel his warmth, the legs rubbing against my inner thighs. I ran my fingers along his cheek, then up through his hair. "J...ja Erwin." His small body seemed to tense a bit now, unsure of my intentions as my hand coasted down his shoulder and past the small of his back to rest on the ample plush of his delicious rump. "Well my dear boy, all of the most committed German boys must drink pure German milch so that they can grow big and strong. You don't want to stay small forever, do you Max? Don't you want to be strong like your brother?" A stern confidence suddenly coursed through his youthful frame. I felt his firm buttocks tighten within my hand, causing a sudden growth within my shorts as I helplessly imagined that tightness around my manhood. All in good time my boy. All in good time. "Ja! Ja! Leh- Erwin. Of course!" A smug grin crept across my face. "I thought you might. And I'm glad to hear it because I've been searching for the perfect youth to nourish. Not every boy is willing to do what it takes, what it truly takes, to become the best of the Fueher's army." The boy's eyes widened with excitement as I straightened his slim black tie, gently pulling it, and him, toward me. "But my boy, you must do as I say. No questions. And you must not take these things lightly, for they are not commonly meant for boys as young as you." "Please Lehrer, please! I will do exactly as you say. I will make you proud. I will!" He stepped even closer, standing on his toes now, a desperation in his quivering voice. I placed a finger to his lips. "Hush now my sweet Max, I know you will. I'd expect nothing less. But..." I leaned in to his ear, tasting a bead of his sweat on my tongue, "you mustn't tell anyone. Not any of the youth, not the other Lehrers, nor your mother. It must remain our secret." He nodded vehemently, adorably. "Wunderbar." I lazily smiled at the boy. He was so willing, so eager to please. These fucking Nazis took everything from me, from us, from our people, from the world. It was about time I took something from them, starting here with the budding youth of their cultist regime. I rested back onto the palms of my hands, admiring the view before me. He really was a cute boy in his collared tan shirt with rolled up sleeves. His soft black shorts clung tightly to his slender shape, the small, unsuspecting lump in the front simply teasing me, accented by his silver belt buckle, brandishing the horrid rigid spiraling emblem I hated so much. He stood astutely at the ready as taught in class with his arms firmly at his sides. But it had been a warm evening and the day's sweat was still wet upon his face. I had called for him immediately after the day's final march and the boy was parched. His precious tongue poked from behind his lips to taste the salty beads caught upon the indent beneath his nose. "You must be thirsty Max." I questioned knowingly. "Ja Erwin." His voice was soft, careful not betray his desperation for a drink. "Perhaps for some milch?" His eyes darted to mine, desire evident. "Ja ja please." "Of course my dear boy. But remind me, what is rule number drei?" He was a good student and his response was immediate and firm. "Nazis take what they want, for the world belongs to us." I chuckled at the fervor in the boy's voice, then at the irony of his words. For this boy, his body, and his virginity belonged not to the Nazis, but to me. "Exactly. So Max, make the Fueher proud and come take what you want." He was nothing if not obedient as he quickly stepped toward me, a youthful determination in his face. His nimble hands loosened my tie then begin to tear at the buttons of my shirt. "Haha no need to rush my little Max. We have all night." But his drive remained untempered. I helped him to remove my uniform, while he tugged at my undershirt, pulling it out from under my belt and over my head. He suddenly stopped, resting his hands on me, one on each thigh, his face centimeters from mine. His quivering, short little breaths warmed my cheek. His vibrant eyes watched my face for approval, while I, now half-naked, eyed him hungerly. "Go on" I quietly urged him. Then like a leech he fell upon my chest and furiously began sucking at my nipple. The wetness of his lips and the whimpers of his moans tickled my ears, searing them red hot. His tongue danced around my sensitive bosom, sending shivers across my body. Caught in the moment, I let myself fall back upon the cot, bringing him with me, freeing my hands up for a youthful exploration of his voluptuous backside. His little grunts grew louder, more desperate at the lack of milch and he shifted to my other nipple where he started to nibble with his teeth. But my now rigid erection beneath my trousers was probing into his hip, reminding me of our true goal. I soon found myself unable to contain my laugher, causing the boy to detach from my chest, with an inquisitive look upon his face. "Lehrer?" he asked. His breaths were quick and his flushed cheeks were shimmering with spit. "What are you doing Max?" "I'm doing as you said Lehrer. I'm taking what I want. I'm taking your milch." He was so earnest. I loved that. "Good boy. But that is not where my milch comes from." "It doesn't come from the teet?" "Perhaps on a heifer, or a woman. But, no my boy. On a man, proper milch comes from his penis." I grinned wildly at the bewilderment in his widening eyes. "But Lehrer-" I threw myself up causing him to scamper back, alarmed. "Are you questioning me?" "No Lehrer!" "Good...good." I slowly eased back onto the cot. "Else you can return to your own bunk." I watched Max consider the task at hand, his gaze focused on the bulge before him. He timidly bit his lip, clearly torn between his mother's teachings and his desire for the strength I promised him. Perhaps the thought disgusted him. Or perhaps fear of the unknown was causing him to reconsider. But his eyes never left me, never even teased the room's exit. It wasn't a question of if, but when. And his answer was now. Max dropped to his knees and tore at my belt, followed by the buttons on my trousers until the front fell open. The scent of my manhood poured out around him. His little nostrils flaring as they filled, activating a natural desire within him he never knew existed. I raised my hips just in time for him to tug my remaining clothing down my legs, revealing his meaty prize. My one-eyed beast swayed before him like a metronome, shimmering juices oozing from the tip poking out from beneath its skin sheath. Strong veins flowed its length, pulsing in sync with my chest. His little hand gripped me tightly, causing it to throb. Then he took a deep breath, eyed his target, and dove in. The boy may not have been a natural, but he was hungry, and I was willing to feed him. His rosy cheeks sucked in tight, then bulged out as the head of my dick threatened to poke through. He clenched his eyes tight, forcing himself to push past any reservations he might have. Instead, I watched the boy so willingly and unknowingly betray the fundamentals of his precious third reich. Homosexuality was punishable by death but I doubt he was gay, if he even knew what gay was. He was a boy who had dreams, and would do whatever it took to achieve them. Lucky me. I chuckled at his determination. "It takes a little while but keep going. The more you get in your mouth, the faster it comes. Like this." I palmed the boy's head and pulled him in, shoving a couple centimeters into this throat, then pushed him back off, then repeated the motion. It had been some time since I'd gotten head, and his hot mouth felt incredible. My eyelids grew heavy and a soft moan escaped my mouth as his lips tickled my pubes and his tonsils teased the head of my dick. Max had always been a quick learner in class and it was nice to know this attribute carried over. I let him take control. His juicy lips glided up and down my shaft, his tongue teasing the tip. His mouth was opened as wide as he could manage, yet still his baby teeth occasionally traced along my length. His rhythm was impeccable, never missing a beat. Perhaps he'd be a good candidate for the school's band, I thought. Spit, sweat and precum oozed down his face and along the softness of his neck. Before long, my hips began to fuck his face and his moans grew louder. He wanted, even needed this. I was getting close and he could sense it. I was losing control to the carnal lust that was swelling inside like a powerful and angry storm. My hands explored his lithe body, coasting along his back, and pulling his shirt out from underneath his belt. He was so smooth and I couldn't help but taste the salt of sweat beneath his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. But his sucking never wavered. I let my fingers trace his back until they found the edge of his shorts, then burrowed themselves inside. The boy's ass was completely hairless, supple and so perfect to the touch. From my angle I had to stretch over him, the tip of my finger gliding along his crack, guided by the intense heat emanating from his little boy hole. I felt his moan vibrate around my member when I finally found it. He was sweaty from a hard day's work and the sexual fever he found himself in. His body was betraying him in the best way and he pushed his little ass against my finger. I was getting closer. This boy was good. Then I felt him pull off of me. "Lehrer what are you-". "You're almost there boy. Don't stop now. Be ready to swallow it all. Don't waste a drop!" He latched back on, a newfound vigor driving him. He quickened his pace, gliding back and forth faster, and sucking even harder than before. His tongue wildly danced around the tip of my dick, tasting the copious amounts of precum I blessed him with. Amidst his haste and focus I slid my finger as far inside the boy as I could go. The palm of my hand cupped his little ass while my index finger teased his insides, searching for his hidden treasure. "MMhhmmm!" Max moaned and his body twitched as I finally found it. His ass muscles clenched tight around my finger. He was so hot and velvety smooth and my dick only hardened at the thought of finding itself in there, stretching his little boypussy wide open and blasting my seed deep inside him. "That's my boy" I breathed. I was so close. I was lost in lust, driven by the sounds of his furious sucking right in my ear. I suckled on his neck as he fucked himself on my finger, an innate animal desire having taken him over. My balls were on fire, churning, boiling and ready to bless this precious boy with the milch he so desperately desired. Then, before I knew what I was doing, I pushed another finger into him, stretching the limits of his virgin hole and causing him to jut forward. His face pushed into me, whimpering like a boy in heat, shoving several centimeters of my throbbing manhood down his vibrating throat. And that was it. I yanked my hand from his pants to hold on tightly to his head. "Here it comes boy! It's all yours. Open wide!" I moaned loudly into his ear, nibbling on it with my lips. His little body shook, shocked at the force of my cum as it fired into his mouth, soothing his burning throat. I could feel him swallow my seed as I kissed his sweat coated neck. It was a high I hadn't felt in ages. I had no idea little boys could be so talented. My entire body tingled. I wrapped my arms around Max and fell back onto the cot, bringing him on top of me. We rested for a moment as we struggled to catch our breath, my hands coasting up and down his back beneath his wrinkled shirt. "So how's it taste Max?" I opened my eyes and smiled at the boy. His face was flushed and spit covered his cheeks. Remnants of glossy cum coated his puffy lips and his eyes showed me a hint of shame before he looked away. He simply shrugged, then laid his head back upon my chest. But I shook him and chuckled. "Go on. Tell me." "It's kinda salty" he mumbled after a moment. "Doesn't taste like normal milch." "Oh yeah? Let me try some to make sure." I scooched the boy up so his face hovered above mine and pushed the back of his head towards me. His lips were delicious and his mouth so sweet, like candy, with a clear hint of salty cum. I slid my tongue along his baby teeth in search for more, then sucked on his lip for a moment before letting him take a breath. "Yum that's good milch." I ruffled his hair but he buried his face into my neck embarrassed. "You'll get used to it, learn to love it even. Especially when you see how strong you'll become." I held onto the silent child for a while, listening to his breathing. The little Nazi boy held on tight, overcome with a series of conflicting emotions, unsure what any of them meant. I squeezed his adorable butt, excited about getting to know it better in the near future. Then I sat up, lazily standing him ein front of me. "Here." I took my shirt and wiped his face with it, then his neck. I noticed a small hicky I left there, and chuckled to myself. Thankfully it would be hidden beneath his collar. I placed my finger under his chin and guided his eyes to mine. He weakly smiled and I returned in kind. "What do you say Max?" "Danke Lehrer." "You're very welcome Max. I've got plenty more milch when you decide you want more. You're going to need it to be strong, just like your brother." "Did..." He spoke quietly, eyeing the ground "did he he drink your milch too?" "Of course. He drank liters of it." I wish it were true. That boy had the finest mouth I'd ever seen. "Really?!" Just a simple lie and he was back to his bubbling self. I smugly nodded. "But remember, it's our secret." I winked at the boy. "Ja ja" he nodded wildly, giggling. "Good. Now get back to your bunk before lights out." I lightly patted his delicious rump, guiding him to the exit. "I'll see you tomorrow Max." "Goodnight Lehrer. And thanks for the milch!" "Goodnight Max. You're very, very welcome." I watched the boy scamper out through the door, blessing me with his charming smile once more as he left. I had him. He was mine. And so was that little ass...soon. Fucking Nazis. Fuck all of them. Especially the little ones. Feel free to email me at handittome@live.com if you enjoyed yourself, would like more, or simply want to say hi. I'd love to hear your thoughts.