"I don't feel like coming to Paris..." Simon said at a certain point, after they spent the night in a hayloft, "You go, if you want... I... I don't feel like coming to Paris."
"Why?" Vincent asked stupefied, "In Paris there is... everything."
"I don't feel like. You go. I... go that direction." he said pointing a road branching off the one they were walking on.
"What is there?" the friend asked not understanding.
"I don't know. It doesn't matter. But I go there."
"As you like. But in my opinion, you are wrong."
"Good luck, Vincent."
"Good luck, Simon."
The two boys seemed to hesitate for a moment, like if they wanted to say something, then went in the two different directions, without turning back.
Simon walked for several hours. He was recalling the lifeless body of Rene and was asking himself why he had to die. He was just two years younger than him, he was just twelve. He had been his lover.
He reached Rouen. He walked on the streets until, tired, he decided to sit on the edge of a fountain. He quenched his thirst and then looked around. He didn't know what to do, where to go. He possibly would have done better to go with Vincent, but at this point... The few, hurried passerby seemed almost not to notice him or, at most, threw him a fast glance. Simon started to feel hunger. He drank again some water, hoping it calmed his hunger.
He saw a boy coming. He must have been about nineteen years old. The boy sat not so far from him and nodded him a greeting. Then pulled out from his haversack a loaf, a knife, a salami and started to eat, a slice after the other, with good appetite. Simon was looking at him with desire filled eyes.
The other became aware of his glances: "Do you want some?" he asked handing him a slice of bread and salami.
"Thank you." Simon said and ate fast and it seemed to him so tasty... The boy had looked at him to wolf down that little food.
"You hungry, boy? When did you eat last time?"
"The day before yesterday..."
"What's your name?"
"Simon..."
"Your family?"
"I have nobody."
"War, isn't it?" the boy said with a sad smile.
"No. I just don't know who my parents are. They bombed our orphanage. I fled."
"I too am left alone, but in my case, it is the war. Take, eat more..." he said giving him more bread and salami, "My name is Didier."
Simon ate, grateful, with more calm than before, savouring the food's taste. The other looked at him.
"If you are alone, Simon, why don't you come with me?"
"Where?"
"Nowhere and everywhere. Where it happens."
"I like. It is right where I too wanted to go..." Simon said with a smile.
Didier laughed. Simon liked the laughing way of Didier - his mouth opened in a half moon shape, uncovering all his upper teeth, and the lips' corners bent up; his eyes half closed in two slits, and shone.
Then Didier asked him: "Don't you have a change?"
"No, why?"
"Well, your shirt is stained with blood... and anyway, you are not well dressed."
"These are the only clothes I have. And this is Rene blood... my Rene... he was just twelve."
"Did you like each other?"
"We were lovers." Simon answered with simplicity.
"Lovers? Do you mean..." Didier said, looking hesitantly to him.
"He was my boyfriend. We made love." Simon explained with naturalness and with a sad voice.
Didier for a while said nothing. Then he said: "We have to find better clothes, for you."
"And how?" Simon asked.
"We have just to search in an empty house. Lot of people evacuated to the countryside for fear of the bombing, but they left almost everything in their houses, and they come back from time to time to check it, and for what they need. We can enter in night time and, if we are lucky, we can find something fitting you."
"We steal the clothes?" Simon asked widening his eyes.
"Yes, sure. This is how I lived for almost six months. Also to eat. Normally cellars are full. Bread, fruits, fresh food, we will get in another way - if we find something we can sell, with that money we can buy what we need."
"But how you manage to enter the houses? They shut them with a key, I think."
"I learned how to open locks. And also to shut them back afterwards, so they don't notice immediately they've had a visit. So, at times, I can go back, especially for the food. But I never remain too long in the same zone, in the same city. It could become dangerous. At times I also profit to sleep in a real bed."
"But if they come in night time?"
"No, they never come in night time, it is too dangerous. To sleep, I stop in abandoned houses, where they took away many things, therefore it is difficult they come back. Here in Rouen, for instance, I always go in a house not far from here. There is a bed that seems that of a prince, wide, soft and with a canopy. You sleep wonderfully, there. Tonight you'll come, so you'll see."
"All right. What can we do, until tonight?"
"Is it your first time here in Rouen?"
"Yes. It is my first time out of the orphanage."
"Then come, I'll show you round the town. But pull out that shirt. Those blood stains..."
"But what, do I remain in my undershirt?"
"Well, better than now."
Simon pulled out his shirt, rolled it into a ball and kept it in his hand. Then he said to Didier: "Can you please give me some more bread and salami? I still feel hungry..."
Didier laughed, cut another slice and prepared a generous sandwich: "Here, is that enough?"
"Yes, thank you." Didier said and snapped at it with pleasure.
They toured. During their tour, they entered a church. Didier took advantage to open the alms box and take the money there was inside.
"Didier! To steal in a church! This is not good!" Simon whispered with a sense of fear in his voice.
"This is money that people gives for the poor, and we two are poor, we have nothing. Therefore, this is not to steal."
"Right..." Simon said, feeling convinced and assured.
"What are you doing? Are you praying now?"
"Yes, for Rene."
Didier waited in silence. Then they went out. When they were far from the church, Didier counted the money and gave half to Simon: "Take, these are yours."
"But you took them."
"If we are together, we will share everything, right?" Didier explained.
They wandered until the sun set. Then, in the darkened town, Didier guided him to the house where he slept. They slipped behind a bush where the fence was artfully broken and entered the garden. Didier stopped in front of a back door, pulled out from his sack a set of picklocks, bustled for a few seconds and the lock opened.
"Welcome at Faucheron's home." he said with a funny bow.
"Is that your family name?" Simon said, entering.
"No, the house owner has this name. I am Levy."
"Are you a Hebrew?"
"Yes, why? Don't you like Hebrews?"
"No, no, I have nothing against, I am not a Nazi. But them, if they find you... They hate you."
"I would never tell them. Usually I say I am Leroy."
"And why did you tell me?"
"Because I trust you."
"But I'll call you Leroy, then. It is more safe."
"Anyway, you'll call me Didier, isn't it?"
"Sure."
They went upstairs in the dark, guided just by the small beam of the torch Didier pulled out from his sack after putting back his picklock and closing the door behind them.
They entered a wide room. And Simon saw the bed - it was stately, all worked with gilded and ivory-white stuccos, with spiral lean columns and damask curtains with soft colour little flowers on a light blue background. Simon emitted a low modulated whistle.
"Do you like it?" Didier asked, almost proud.
"Fucking hell! A bed like that... I just saw once in a fairy tales book!" Simon said with a low voice, his eyes wide open.
"Come on, let's hit the bed. We have to be out before dawn, we have not so many hours." Didier said pulling out his shirt and trousers, and remaining in his underwear.
Simon followed suit and climbed the tall bed, where his new friend was lying leaving him half space. It was really huge, wide, soft - a dream!
"Good night, Simon."
"... 'night..." the boy said relaxing in a bliss.
After a while Didier, in a whisper, asked: "Are you sleeping?"
"No, not yet."
"May I ask you something?"
"What?"
"Would you... would you do it with me?"
"Love?"
"Yes... I never did it with a boy, before, but... I would like to try with you... I had a girlfriend, before, but in six months, just jacking off, and... I would like something more and... Does that bother you?"
"No. I like you." Simon said and, turning towards him, started to caress between his legs. Didier's member was still soft but under the boy's caresses, answered at once, hardening.
Simon felt it was of a good size, and smiled happily. Didier arched his back and slipped out of his briefs. Simon crouched near him and bent to lick, in the dark, the member of his friend. Didier moaned with pleasure.
"Oh, Simon, that's good! No girl did ever do that to me, before. Girls don't like doing it..."
"We boys do, on the contrary." the boy said proudly and resumed licking and sucking it.
He felt the glans was uncovered and remembered that their teacher said them that Hebrews are circumcised. He would have liked to see it. He sucked it for a long time, with real pleasure, fingering and caressing it, enjoying its good smell, happy to feel his friend's excitation increasing.
When he felt it was all a shudder, he wet it thoroughly with his saliva, went on all his fours and eagerly said: "Fuck me, now!"
Didier knelt at his back, searching him with his hands, then slipped his straight member between the small, firm buttocks of the boy. Simon pushed back his hand, to guide him, because the young man was pushing blindly. And finally he felt it entering him. It was big and hard like that of Vincent, and he liked it. Different from Vincent, Didier did push strongly but without strokes, and was slipping inside him little by little, agreeably widening his love channel.
When it was completely inside, Simon guided Didier's hand on his hard and throbbing member. Didier understood and started to masturbate him at the same rhythm he was pistoning inside him, with vigour but gentleness at once. Simon skilfully moved his pelvis to increase the pleasurable sensations to himself and to his friend. He heard Didier's breathing become stronger, hoarse, almost panting, and his movements more determined, and understood that his friend was near reaching orgasm. Then he too started to wriggle his ass stronger, pushing it against the youth's groin, making it wave at each thrust, clasping his little hole when he withdrew, until Didier burst inside him moaning for the orgasm that made his whole body shudder. Simon came while the other was still inside him. Then almost slowly, they parted and lay down. The mattress was wet with the boy's come, but was wide enough to lie away.
"Thank you, Simon... it has been great."
"Like with the girls?"
"Different, but really good. I liked it. And you?"
"Me too. We will do it again, then?"
"If you want, willingly."
"Would you embrace me, now? I would like to fall asleep in that way. I never could, I always dreamed it."
"Sure. Come here." The youth said with a gentle voice and hugged the boy, lightly caressing his hair. They fell asleep.
Simon felt he was shook: "Hey, Simon, we have to dress, it's late, it's already dawn." Didier was urging him.
>From the closed windows the daylight was leaking inside. Didier was wearing just his undershirt and Simon looked between his legs and saw the circumcised member. It was fine!
Didier noticed his companion's stare and smiled: "Do you like it?"
"Yes. I tried to imagine it, last night. It is beautiful."
"Also my girls said so, but they never sucked or licked it."
"Do you want me, now..." Simon said caressing it.
"No, it's already too late. Tonight, again."
They dressed and went downstairs. Making sure nobody was passing, they took the opposite way and went out on the street, leaving in haste the house that hosted them.
"This morning I want to offer you a coffee." Didier merrily said.
"We have little money."
"There is enough and abundant for a coffee, and then I am happy, I want to celebrate."
"Celebrate?"
"Having met you. And having made love with you."
"So, you really liked it!"
"Sure. And you are my first male. And we are together. And I like you and hope we will become real friends."
"Me too." Simon said, feeling a pleasurable warmth in his companion's words.
They went in a coffee shop, sat and ordered a milk coffee with a croissant fresh from the oven.
"Wow, it's good! It's the first time I eat a croissant!" Simon happily said.
Didier smiled to him tenderly - he liked the boy more and more. And especially now that between them there was also a physical relation. He felt tenderness, and that he had to take care of him.
They spent the day strolling, and Didier tried to remember which houses were evacuated, to visit them in the evening. He explained to Simon the clues to understand where it could be worth trying to penetrate.
They ended the bread and the salami partaking them, and drank at a small fountain its fresh water. Then helped a man to unload a wagon and so they earned a whole cheese that Didier put in his bag. They stole a shirt hung out of a window to dry, the right size for Simon, and hurriedly they left that quarter. They bought a loaf and stole some fruits, they laughed and joked and so spent all the day.
At evening Didier told Simon what house he had decided to try to visit. Didier was about to give up on opening the lock, when finally it unlocked and they entered. They explored it and found some preserved food in the cellar, some clothes for both of them, some small objects, not so valuable but marketable and put everything in two wide handbags they also found in that house. When they chose the clothes, Simon would have liked a nice suit, but Didier explained him that they had to choose more usual clothes, not to risk that in town somebody could know they belonged to the people of the house they visited. Then they took the way back with their booty.
When back in the house with the canopy bed, they undressed and hit the bed. Didier embraced Simon.
"Did you have a nice day, my friend?"
Simon caressed him, pressing against him. "Very much. But I was longing for this moment." he said, then asked, "Would you kiss me as you did with your girls?"
Didier didn't answer, but his lips searched for those of the kid, who parted them to welcome the young man's tongue. Didier went on top of him, and Simon felt with pleasure, through the fabric of their underpants, Didier's erection awakening and pushing against him. They caressed for a time, continuing to kiss, until Didier glided to his side and started undressing the boy. Also Simon undressed him, crouched at his side and started to suck the now completely erect member.
"Do you like it, Simon?" the young man asked, shuddering with pleasure.
"Mmhhmmhh!" the kid answered continuing to eagerly suck.
"Very much?" the youth asked caressing his body.
"Mmhhmmhh!" Simon repeated making it slide into his throat.
"Lie down..." Didier said, his voice hoarse, "I want to try to suck you."
Simon first felt his companion's hands gently caressing between his legs, then his tongue licking his turgid genitals, at first almost shyly, hesitating, then with increasing determination. Didier's lips parted and welcomed him in his warm mouth. The boy's member gave a strong wriggle and Simon moaned. They sucked each other for a while, then parted and kissed again deeply into their mouths.
"I like you, Didier."
"I too like you, Simon."
"Take me, now."
"Yes..." the other answered with sweet excitation.
While Simon was turning between his companion's arms and took the position to be penetrated, he thought that it was beautiful to make love, completely naked, on a soft bed, without haste.
This time Didier took him making the boy lie on his side and pressing against his back. He pushed inside the boy his quivering member, pulling him to himself, and when he was completely inside him, emitted a satisfied moan and started to move back and forth, while he manipulated the boy's genitals. After a while he rose a little, on his elbow, making the boy turn his shoulders against the bed, so that, even continuing to deeply move inside him, he could kiss his mouth. Simon let him do as he liked, docile and grateful, and readily answered to his friend's manoeuvre, just keen to give him the utmost pleasure, enjoying his friend's enjoyment.
He was feeling the turgid and strong member of his companion filing his hole, moving incessantly back and forth, and his tongue wriggling in his mouth, strong and gentle. Didier's hands were feeling him all over his body, at times delicately, at times decidedly like these of a potter kneading the clay and shaping an art object. And Simon, unable to restrain himself any longer, suddenly came. His hole's contractions rouse his companion's orgasm and Didier unloaded in the boy's depths with strong, passionate pushes, moaning low.
Still united, they relaxed. Then Didier slowly withdrew and lay, making the boy turn towards him and embracing him.
Caressing his hair he murmured: "I really like you Simon. Making love with you is beautiful, because you give yourself without any restraint. Yes, it is really beautiful. You made me feel even more male, and yet you are not at all girlish. I didn't think, that between two boys it could be so beautiful. Who knows why they say it is wrong? I like so much taking you." he concluded, kissing him.
Simon was happy. He enjoyed these words, almost as much as little before he had enjoyed his friend's member inside himself. And he liked, after making love, to be in the arms of his young friend. He could feel his affection, even if not expressed in words.
"Are you happy being with me?" Didier asked him after a while.
"Yes, very much. I like you and... I like this!" he said with a giggle caressing the now resting member of his friend. Then said: "And I like how you kiss and caress me, and embrace me. I like really everything of you, Didier."
"It is so good staying in this way after making love. Girls, instead, want to dress immediately, it seems they are almost ashamed, afterwards. It is so good falling asleep so. And then waking up in the morning, and looking at you, knowing you have been mine and you belongs to me." Didier said, caressing him.
They remained in Rouen some more days, then they moved to another town. They were living so, from day to day, doing little jobs in exchange of food or money, pilfering, loitering, making love. At times they could even make it in day time, so Simon could have the pleasure to look at his companion's body while they united, as he desired. Didier was passionate, and Simon often could read desire in his eyes also during the day, while they were wandering together in the villages or towns they visited.
Germans had invaded France, installed themselves in Paris, and were imposing their order. Didier and Simon, without identity papers, had to be very careful not to meet one of the numerous roadblocks. Moreover, people were going back to their houses, now that the bombing was over, and it was more and more difficult for the two boys to pilfer or even just to spend the night in an empty apartment. Anyway they were still able to manage a living.
Didier saw an isolated house, just out of the village they just left. It was shut, and evidently nobody lived in there. They decided to remain in the zone and to go back at night. At least, after several days, they could again sleep indoors. Weather was still fine, but they missed a bed, where to comfortably make love.
At dark they were back. Didier could open the lock without difficulty and they entered. The house was fully furnished, there was plenty of food in the larder.
"They have to come often, they possibly are doing a journey, now. It will be better to leave very soon, tomorrow morning, this is not a house where we can come again. But we can take away something." Didier commented as an expert.
They prepared food, then toured the rooms taking some objects. Then they went upstairs where there was a double room.
Didier undressed his boy and started making love with him: "Ah, it's great doing it in a bed." he said with a voice so filled with desire that made Simon quiver, "I want you, Simon."
"Open a little the window's shutters - there is full moon, so we can see each other." Simon asked.
Didier went to open the window. A cool breeze entered and ruffled his hair. Simon looked at his body outlined by the moon's rays, at the beautiful erect member, and felt he was in love with him. The youth went back to the bed where his friend, aroused, was waiting for him. He bent over him and the boy offered himself. He took him. The bed squeaked at each thrust of Didier in the warm and welcoming little ass of the boy. The two boys came and, as usual, half embraced, kissing and talking in a low voice, fell asleep.
Simon woke up in the dead of the night. It was a little cool. He needed to go to the toilet. He got out of the bed, careful not to wake his companion, put on his clothes and went downstairs and out, to the toilet hut that was in a corner of the vegetable garden behind the house. He was buttoning his trousers, when he heard a car stopping in front of the house. His heart in his mouth, he sneaked out of the toilet and spied - a German military car was there, the headlights on, and a civilian was coming out of it. The man bid goodbye in French to the soldiers who were inside the car and went to the door.
Simon hoped that Didier heard the car and was escaping letting himself down from the window. He saw the man opening the door and the car going away towards the village. He toured the house until he was under the window and called with all his voice Didier, hoping to wake him up before the man could reach that room. He saw a light lit up in the room with the open window. He heard voices, one aloud of the man, the other weak of Didier and felt sick - the man was already inside the room. He didn't know what to do. On instinct, he hid behind a bush and saw the silhouette of the man who looked from the window, all around for a long while, a pistol in his hand. Then the man shut the window. Simon fled away. But, after a few hundred meters, he stopped - he could not leave Didier in the hands of that man, who was evidently in good relations with the Nazis. Didier was a Hebrew... he had to rescue him! But how?
First of all he went again to the house. Lights were still on and all seemed quiet. He studied the house. A tree was standing right in front of the window of the room where they made love and slept. The window was once again open. He climbed the tree to see inside. What he saw made his blood freeze - Didier was still on the bed, naked on his belly, but was cuffed, wrists and ankles, at the iron head and foot of the bed. The man was not in sight. Simon trembled. A slight movement of his friend made him understood he was still alive. What could he do? How could he free him?
He was thinking about that, when the man came back in the room. He was wearing a wine colour gown and he didn't have his pistol. He went near the bed. In the silence of the night, Simon heard his voice, clearly enough to make out his words. "... besides you cannot for sure oppose. But I don't want to have difficulties with you. Will you let me fuck you without fuss?"
"Why don't you call the police?" Didier answered.
"No, if I have to call somebody, it will be the Gestapo to report you as an Hebrew... after fucking your nice ass, of course. But it will be a pity, you know they will eliminate you, don't you? A handsome boy like you. And for sure after raping you - the captain here loves the little young, firm asses at least like I do."
"But I am not a Hebrew... I had a phimosis and I had an operation when I was fourteen..."
"I don't give a shit. And anyway the captain will believe to me, not to you. No Hebrew would ever admit to be one. I don't care what you are. A nice little ass is always good, be it Hebrew or not. Let me fuck you without fighting me and you will live. The other option is to be fucked all the same and then die. Make your choice." the man said caressing Didier's ass.
"And who tells me that after fucking me, you will not report me all the same?" Didier said, absolutely not scared.
"You have to trust me. But I would never lose a handsome boy like you, if you let me fuck you willingly, I am not stupid. As long as you let me enjoy your ass, I'll keep you here, with me. So, then?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"No, clearly not."
"Do as you want. Fuck me." Didier answered in a low voice.
Simon felt like crying. He saw the man smile, open his gown. He was naked and already aroused. He didn't have a big tool, even if he was in his fifties it was the same size as Simon's. The man climbed on the bed on all fours, spread something between the buttocks of Simon's friend then lowered on top of him, piercing him with determination. Simon saw him starting to rock up and down, fucking Didier, while the bed squeaked. Simon trembled, furious and powerless. He witnessed all the scene, silently weeping. He saw the man reach his orgasm moaning obscene words. He saw him part from the raped body, pull on again his gown, give a slap on Didier's ass.
"Good. Now sleep. Tomorrow morning I'll serve your breakfast here on bed, and after I'll fuck you again. I liked your ass, it is still very tight. You did right to come to steal at my place, you just had not to fall asleep, moreover naked... Fuck you tomorrow morning, Hebrew!" the man said and went out, switching off the light. Simon thought he heard a choked sob of his Didier.
He slowly went down from the three and again went away from the house, with homicidal intents. But he knew he had not the force, not the ability, and even less the possibility to do something and felt powerless and desperate.
He walked to dawn, almost blindly, in a path going up the hills. Until he felt exhausted, his legs didn't hold him any more. So he lay behind a low stone wall, on the grass of a field, and collapsed asleep. It was not so much physically tired, but the intensity of the emotion of those last hours had worn him out. He had a restless sleep, filled with fragments of nightmares that from time to time woke him up, his heart drumming strongly. But when the sun rose, a deep, dreamless sleep took over inside him, and at last he relaxed.