Date: Tue, 30 Sep 2008 15:38:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Soldiers and Boys in Wartime-3

Soldiers and Boys in Wartime - Part 3
By Bill

Story 3: Sharing the Priest's Boy
Date: May, 1940
Army: German paratroops
Location: Northeastern France, near the Belgian border

"You are an angel, Gerard!" sighed the middle-aged priest
as the wet tongue-kiss broke and the boy sat back upright.
It was past midnight, and the bedside radio played smooth
American jazz.  The mild springtime weather was perfect for
enjoying a long leisurely session of naked love-making.
The cares of the world seemed a million kilometers away as
Father Bertrand's hands caressed the 12-year-old's smooth
slender thighs, feeling their muscles flex as the boy rode
the priest's large stiff cock with a rhythmic cadence.

The boy smiled down with a devilish grin, and his fingers
toyed with his beautiful almost-pubescent erection, barely
4 inches [10cm] in length but already nicely plump.  He
pulled back the foreskin to expose its shapely purple-red
glans.  As he continued to move his hips, making the man's
cock slide back and forth inside his ass, Gerard said in a
teasing voice:  "Tell me again how sexy I am.  Tell me how
much you desire me."

The parish priest didn't answer immediately, letting his
eyes linger on the boy's face, then scan down his sturdy
young torso and focus on his perfect young penis and balls.
It had been 7 months since the orphan boy had come into his
care... undernourished, timid, and naïve; with a body that
could have been mistaken for a much younger child's.  And
now look at him!  Self-confident, growing like a weed,
maturing balls now dangling down below his penis,
wondrously adept in the ways of giving a man sexual
pleasure, and insatiable in his eagerness to receive
pleasure in return.

"Gerard, my love," said Father Bertrand, as his fingers
replaced the boy's in fondling the exquisite erection;
"you are the sexiest, most desirable boy that I have ever
seen!  Your entire body is beautiful in every way, from
your suckable toes to the little earlobes that I love to
nibble.  And whenever I touch your...."

CRASH!

The door to the small rectory was kicked open and
paratroopers rushed in.  In the bedroom, two Luftwaffe
soldiers trained their machine pistols on the two lovers.
The priest and his boy were frozen in mid-fuck, the boy
straddling the man's hips, their mouths hanging open and
their eyes bulging.

"Hey!  Lieutenant!" called out Sergeant Fritz Dietrich,
laughing but not lowering his gun.  "Come in here and take
a look at this!"

OberLeutnant Gunter Wolf, the officer leading the platoon
of Fallschirmjaeger troopers that had taken control of the
small village, came in just as the priest was beginning to
push the boy off of him.  "I'll be damned!"  said the
lieutenant to Dietrich and Corporal Otto Mueller.  "What a
classic scene... a priest engaged in his favorite hobby!"

The priest's deflating penis slid out of the boy's asshole,
glistening with Vaseline, as he rose to his feet beside the
bed, bringing his hands in front of his crotch.  Gerard
remained seated on the bed, backing himself up against the
headboard and hugging his arms around his chest.  His cock
remained erect, however, as fear-charged adrenaline coursed
through his body.

"Do you speak German?" the lieutenant asked the naked
priest brusquely.

"Je ne comprends pas, monsieur," said the priest with a
confused look on his face.

"How about you?" said the officer to the boy, but Gerard
clearly didn't understand the words either.

"Do any of our guys speak French?" shouted Wolf to the
half-dozen paratroopers milling around within ear-shot in
the rectory.  There was no reply.  "Shit!"  grumbled the
officer.  Why did the one soldier who was supposed to
translate have to break his fuckin' ankle in the jump?  He
reached for the priest's cassock, which was draped over the
back of the desk-chair, and tossed it to the man.  Then he
called to a soldier just outside the door.  "Private
Kohler; take this guy to the church and detain him with the
rest of the villagers....  On second thought, isolate him
from the others, and tie him up good.  Better gag him too.
In some of these villages, the priest is the civic leader.
I don't want the villagers to have anyone leading them
until the occupation troops arrive tomorrow and take over
from us."

The military operation, part of a much larger blitzkrieg,
had been almost flawless so far. The night-time parachute
drop; cutting the phone lines from the village; killing the
six French soldiers guarding the bridge... well-aimed
head- and chest-shots from silencer-equipped guns before
the soldiers even knew they were under attack; the rest of
the French Army squadron captured while they slept.

As the priest was being led away, the boy didn't move from
the bed, or utter a word.

"So, Lieutenant..." said the sergeant.  "Do you think
Mueller and I could have a little interrogation session
with the priest's fuck-boy?"  Dietrich looked over at
Corporal Mueller and grinned.

The lieutenant's eyes scanned the boy's body in much the
same way that the priest's had.  He smiled at Gerard, and
winked, but it didn't seem to ease the look of fear on the
boy's face.  "Interrogate him, huh?  That's rich!" said the
officer.  "You mean like you guys `interrogated' that cocky
little boy-whore who latched onto your squad last month
after we took Copenhagen?"

"With all due respect, sir," said the sergeant with a tone
of friendly sarcasm; "I recall that you spent some time
interrogating our lad Henrik too."

The lieutenant blushed a bit but shared a laugh with the
two non-coms.  "OK; we'll leave the boy here for now," Wolf
said.  "And I might even come back, after I've finished
checking things out around the village, and have a little
fun with him myself.  So don't wear him out."

The corporal and sergeant saluted as the lieutenant left
the room and closed the door behind him.  They thumbed-on
the safeties of their weapons and hung them by their straps
on the back of the door.  As they were removing their
camouflage jackets, Mueller spoke to Dietrich. "He's even
sexier-looking than Henrik was, don't you think?" said the
younger man.

The grizzled 40-year-old sergeant considered the question
for a moment, as he stared at the naked boy on the bed.
"This one is definitely pretty, and a bit younger that our
little Danish hustler... dark hair and brown eyes to
Henrik's blond and blue...  but I call is a tie."

"Shall we double-team him?" asked Mueller.  "One of us
fucking his ass while the other gets a suck?"

"Let's take it slow.  We shouldn't rape the kid," said
Dietrich.  "He'll be more fun in bed if he does it
voluntarily.  How about you go out of the room for a few
minutes?  Let me warm him up first," said Dietrich, as he
sat down on the bed next to the boy.  "When you heard the
bed squeaking," he said with a grin; "you can come in and
share him.  OK?"

"Yeah; sure, Sarge.  You're the old pro at this stuff."
Mueller winked at Dietrich as he grabbed his weapon and
wandered into the parlor, leaving the door slightly ajar.
The sergeant smiled warmly at the fearful boy seated next
to him.  Instead of immediately fondling Gerard's appealing
body, the man reached into his satchel and pulled out a
chocolate bar.  He unwrapped one end and broke off a
square, popping it into his own mouth.  "Mmmm!  Good!" he
said in an exaggerated tone, while smiling and maintaining
eye contact.  Then he handed it to Gerard.  "Here, my
little puppy," he said kindly.  "Chocolate....  Is good!"

The boy hesitantly took the candy bar, broke off another
square, and slowly brought it to his mouth.  As it melted
on his tongue, and he savored the taste, he smiled for the
first time since the soldiers had barged into the room.
Ironically, Gerard's previously-stiff penis now softened as
his tension eased, no longer concerned that the men would
harm him.

"So, liebchen; what do they call you?" asked the sergeant.
The boy looked at the sergeant with a quizzical and
uncomprehending expression.  He ate another square of
chocolate.

"Let's try again," said Dietrich.  He pointed to himself
with his thumb.  "I am called Fritz.  Name... Fritz."  Then
he pointed to the boy.  "Your name?"

"Mon nom?  Gerard.  Je m'appelle Gerard, monsieur."
"Gerard, eh?  That's a very... what's the damned French
word?... oh, yeah; beau... that's a beau name,"  said
Dietrich as his hand touched the boy for the first time,
gliding smoothly across his shoulder and then down his
back.  "And you're a very... a tres beau boy too!"  He
leaned over and gave the boy a chaste kiss on the cheek.

Gerard smiled again, and shifted his body toward Dietrich's
so that their legs and hips touched.  The sergeant hugged
the boy's shoulder, while his other hand gently caressed
Gerard's knee and moved slowly up Gerard's thigh.  "Mmmm...
so nice and sexy," Dietrich murmured in the boy's ear.

Gerard may not have understood the German words, but as
they looked into each other's eyes he understood the
situation in an instant.  The soldier, who had been so
intimidating just minutes ago, was no different from Father
Bertrand.  Just like the priest, he wants me for sex,
thought the boy.  And he'll protect me if I please him.
Gerard spread his legs slightly, inviting the man's hand to
fondle his penis and balls.  He also made his expression
look sensuous and sexually hungry... the way Bertrand loved
so much.

"Yes, lad!  This is gonna be good!" said Dietrich, as his
fingers toyed with Gerard's soft ball-sack.  They both
sighed with satisfaction when the sergeant's fingers moved
to the boy's penis, drawing back the foreskin to reveal the
cock-head.  Sliding the skin back and forth over the glans
a few times, the man felt the penis stiffening in his
fingers.  He leaned down to kiss the boy's lips, and
Gerard returned the kiss, offering his sexy tongue as well.

"Stand up, boy," said Dietrich, after a long sensuous kiss,
lifting Gerard to his feet and standing him between the
man's legs.  The soldier, still seated on the low narrow
bed, ran his hands over the boy's smooth young body, then
drew him into a tender hug.  As Gerard wrapped his arms
around Dietrich's neck, the sergeant licked at the lad's
tiny brown nipples and inhaled the intoxicating boy-scent,
all the while lavishing attention on Gerard's sturdy boner
and soft slender butt.

The hand that was caressing the boy's ass cheeks slowly
insinuated itself into the cleft, the index finger sliding
across the anal pucker.  Gerard lifted his buttocks up and
back, inviting more intimate exploration.  The man accepted
the offer and probed the passage, still slick with
vaseline, sliding effortlessly into the recently-fucked
hole.

"Time to fuck, my little liebchen," said the sergeant,
pulling the boy down on the bed and turning him face-down.
The man unbuttoned his pants and pulled them, along with
his under-shorts, midway down his thighs.  (He didn't
remove them completely, or his boots at all, so that he
could be ready in seconds in the event that French troops
tried to re-take the village.)

"You like a good fuck, don't you boy?" said the sergeant,
stroking his cock a few times to bring it fully erect.  He
then slowly twisted two fingers into Gerard's lubed anus.

The boy lifted up his butt and purred like a kitten,
looking back over his shoulder with unfeigned desire.
"Encules-moi, monsieur [fuck my asshole, sir]" said the boy
in his sexiest voice, well-practiced from the many times
he'd serviced the priest's carnal needs.  "Je veux ta bite!
[I'm ready for your cock!]".

"I don't know what the fuck that all means," said the
sergeant, as he knelt behind Gerard and positioned his
cock-head at the entrance of the boy's anus.  "But I sure
like the way you say it!"  He slowly pushed forward,
sliding in, as Gerard flexed open his anal muscle and
pushed his ass back.  "Oh, Jesus!  That's so good!" moaned
Dietrich, as his cock slid in deeper with each thrust.  In
little more than a minute, the gentle probings of his cock
transformed into long rhythmic fuck-thrusts.  Muffled
grunts and moans filled the room.

Just as Dietrich's thoughts and senses drifted away from
reality and into the haze of sexual pleasure....

"Alright!  That sure didn't take you long, Sarge!"

Corporal Mueller had come back into the room, accompanied
by two other soldiers from the squad.  "Think the boy can
do four of us at once the way Henrik did?"  All three of
the men had unbuttoned their camouflage pants and were
beginning to stroke their cocks.

Dietrich was annoyed at having his reverie disturbed, but
he shrugged with acceptance of the inevitability of sharing
the boy.  "Sure.  Let's see how he does."

Gerard was startled for a moment, but gave a mental shrug.
His usual self-confidence and adventurous spirit were
flowing back into him.  And if it involved sexual pleasure,
he'd be ready to try it.

The sergeant wrapped his arms around Gerard's chest and
lifted him up, still impaled on the man's hard cock.
Dietrich shifted into a sitting position on the edge of the
bed.  His arms released the boy, and he leaned back,
propped up on his elbows.  Gerard adapted to the new
position at once, having been well-trained by the priest.
With his knees on the bed, the boy flexed his thighs and
began riding the sergeant's cock, not unlike how he had
been riding Father Bertrand's only 20 minutes before.
Mueller stepped up close to the bed, slowly stroking his
stiff cock.  "Suck me, boy... suck my cock!"

Gerard smiled.  "Faire la pipe [a blow-job], eh?" he said
slyly.  The boy leaned forward, even as he continued to
ride the sergeant's erection, resting one hand on the
corporal's hip while the other fisted the man's stiff cock.
Gerard licked his lips, took a deep breath, and lowered his
mouth onto Mueller's straining boner.  His lips enveloped
the cock-head, as his tongue slithered all around it,
tasting the pre-cum seeping from the slit.  Then he began
sliding his lips up and down on the shaft, taking in more
of the man's cock with each plunge, moving his head with
the same rhythm with which he was riding Dietrich's boner.

"Yeah, boy!  That's it!" grunted the young corporal. "Take
it deep!  Take it all!"  The soldier's hands pulled the
boy's head down onto him as his hips thrust forward.

Gerard gagged at the sudden intrusion into his throat and
he tried to back his mouth off, but the corporal held him
firmly.  The boy had learned early-on how to take Father
Bertrand's substantial cock into his throat.  The
corporal's wasn't as big, so he knew he could do it.
Fighting against his urge to gag, he relaxed his throat and
let the thrusting cock thrust into it... all the way to the
hilt, fucking in and out.  The boy felt a sense of pride at
being able to pleasure both soldiers at once, and his body
relaxed again.

That's when the two other soldiers stepped forward, their
pants open, slowly masturbating their own erections.  They
stood on either side of Corporal Mueller, hip-to-hip.
Each of them took one of the boy's hands from the
corporal's hips and brought it to their own cocks.

Gerard was awkward at first, almost overwhelmed by the new
arrangement.  But the men's voices were friendly and
encouraging (even if the boy didn't understand the words
they spoke), so he was determined to do what they wanted.

"Four at once... just like Henrik did so well!" said one of
the privates happily, as Gerard's hand stroked up and down
on the man's erection.

As grunts of lust filled the room, the men pre-occupied
with the boy's sexual gymnastics, nobody noticed Lieutenant
Wolf enter the room.  He set aside his weapon, stripped off
his shirt and undershirt, and opened his pants.  As he
stroked himself hard, watching the pornographic display
being played out before him, he finally spoke up.

"Hurry it up, men," he said as he sat down on the room's
one chair.  "Shoot your loads and then get back out to your
duties."  He squeezed his rock-hard penis, and a tremor of
pleasure ran through his body.  "I intend to have the boy
to myself for a while, and I'm ready to get started."

End of Part 3.
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