Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2005 21:06:03 -0000
From: Ted Gay <tedgay@btinternet.com>
Subject: MAKE LOVE NOT WAR - Episode 2 - Under Occupation

The scene is St Helier, capital of Jersey in the Channel Islands, during
the Second World War. Our group of islands, in the Channel off the coast
of Northern France, were the only part of the British Isles to be
occupied by German troops. I was 16 when the Occupation took place,
living with my parents in a big house on the edge of town.


When the Germans came, several of their soldiers were billeted to stay in
our house. We were lucky, some of those with even bigger houses had them
requisitioned for the German occupying troops and the former residents
had to live elsewhere. We were allowed to stay, and my mother (there was
no women's liberation in those days) was expected to cook, clean and
wash laundry for both her family and the German soldiers staying with us.

I must admit I was quite excited at the thought of German soldiers, in
fact ANY soldiers, staying in our house. I was at the height of my
teenage sexual development, and I knew I was definitely much more
interested in men than in girls. What's more, the sight of a uniform,
especially a smart one like the Germans wore, made me just want to roll
over and surrender without a struggle!

Four young German soldiers were to stay with us, three in the spare
bedroom, and Praise Be, one to share my bedroom! When they arrived, my
heart skipped a beat. They were all extremely handsome in their uniforms,
but I immediately picked the one I wanted to share my room. He was three
years older than me, tall, blond, and he winked at me the day they
arrived, as their commanding officer gave instructions to my parents.

I quickly found out his name -- Wolfgang. I lost no time in telling my
mother I wanted him to be the one to share my bedroom.

`It's up to them,' said my mother, `We are in no position to give
orders.'

Never one to be slow, I took the first opportunity to invite Wolfgang to
share my bedroom, and he agreed.

`Ja, zat vould be zehr gut,' he said in his broken half-English.

I put my hand out to shake his, and said: `Friends?'

`Ja, friends!' he smiled at me as he shook my hand.

Already I was treading on dangerous ground. Fraternizing with the enemy.
We were supposed to be cool and keep our distance, just doing what was
absolutely necessary, not making the Germans feel welcome. I didn't care
-- I went out and bought four bunches of flowers and gave some to each of
our German guests. That's how I looked on them, as foreign guests who
had come to stay, and who deserved our hospitality. True they were
uninvited guests, but I was determined to make friends with all of them,
and hopefully become more than friends. The soldiers were delighted, if a
little embarrassed, when I gave them the bunches of flowers. `Von deine
Mutter?' asked one. `No, not from my mother -- from me!' I said,
pointing at myself. `Von mich -- Welkommen nach Jersey, Welkommen nach
unsere haus -- Welcome to our house!' They thanked me, and Wolfgang
winked at me again and gave me a big smile. I felt I was well in there
already.

There was a name in the Channel Islands for women who thought and acted
the way I did. Young girls who threw themselves at German soldiers, and
slept with them, were called `Jerry-bags'. I was quite happy to be
called a Jerry-bag or anything else the locals came up with. Four
strapping soldiers staying in our house, all starved of sex and dying for
a good fuck, and the most good-looking one actually sleeping in my
bedroom. Of course I hoped I could entice him into sharing my bed, and
the other three as well. I wasn't a whore -- they charge for their
services; I was willing to give mine for free. Nowadays I'd be called a
`slapper'. Back then most people were far too innocent to even dream a
16 year old boy would get up to any hanky-panky with four male German
soldiers.

My parents were worried about my sister, who was 15, so sent her to stay
with our grandparents. They thought it was too much like tempting fate to
have an adolescent girl around four soldiers, all sleeping under one
roof. It never entered their heads that their son was only too glad his
sister was out of the way, leaving the field open to him.

I freely admit my motives for `fraternizing with the enemy' were mainly
sexual; no way was I going to act coldly to these four gorgeous hunks of
men staying in our house. I wanted sex with all of them, especially with
Wolfgang. But there were other motives as well. They were just
conscripts, like I would be in two years' time. I had no real quarrel
with them. I was basically anti-war since it always seemed to cause more
problems than it solved, and caused even more suffering.

After the Second World War ended I couldn't help reflect that it didn't
save 6 million Jews and others from dying in the concentration camps. On
the contrary the war, and especially the opening up of the Eastern front
against the Soviet Union, probably sealed the fate of those in the camps.
Hitler's Final Solution was not introduced until the War had been on
some time, in fact after the Soviet Union had entered the war in 1941.
Nobody was executed in gas chambers in the 6 years Hitler was in power
before the War, nor for some time after it started. In war people can get
away with anything.

 It is just so much easier to hide and excuse atrocities such as genocide
when there is a war on. German soldiers and citizens were dying every
day; the whole German population was under constant bombardment. People
were worried about their sons in the armed services and about themselves
and their families being bombed; few people had much time to worry about
what was happening to minority groups like the Jews, Gipsies,
homosexuals, Communists and others who were shipped off to the
concentration camps.

I also realized, after the War ended, how little it had solved. Britain
went to War with Germany after first Czechoslovakia and then Poland had
been invaded and occupied by the Germans. Austria had also been annexed.
At the end of the War Czechoslovakia and Poland were still occupied, only
this time by the Russians instead of the Germans. The victors of World
War II carved Europe up between them at the conferences at Yalta and
Potsdam. The Soviet Union occupied the whole of Eastern Europe, and
although most of these countries were nominally independent, they were
kept in check by the Warsaw Pact alliance and Soviet troops for the next
44 years. Poland and Czechoslovakia only became genuinely free in 1989.
Austria fared a little better -- half of it, including its capital
Vienna, was in the Soviet Zone until 1955, when the Russians marched out
on condition Austria remained neutral. If Britain went to war to save
Poland, then it was a total failure. All we achieved for the Poles was to
exchange the dictator-occupier Hitler for Stalin!

None of this was any surprise to me. Wars rarely achieve their objective,
and never achieve real peace or democracy. The First World War sowed the
seeds of the Second. The unfair Treaty of Versailles imposed on the
Kaiser's defeated Germany led directly to the eventual rise of Hitler
and the Nazis. The Second World War resulted in the division of Europe
into two blocs, and the dangerous Cold War which could have gone nuclear
and destroyed the world. Thankfully it didn't, though we had some near
scrapes, including the Berlin crisis of 1961 and the Cuba crisis of 1962.

Back to occupied Jersey, I had mixed emotions. I didn't like the idea of
my country being occupied, and I was concerned about the fate of my
Jewish friends. I decided I would do my best to help them, but I wasn't
about to join any Resistance movement which I thought would only give the
Germans an excuse to commit more atrocities. My approach was complex. To
befriend the ordinary German conscript soldiers, and try and get `my
oats' from them at the same time, whilst being prepared to act to save
my Jewish friends if I possibly could, and to try to stop any atrocities
being committed by anyone. I had a gun, which I hid inside my mattress,
but hoped I'd never have to use it. My pacifism didn't extend to
standing by, however, and watching my family and friends being killed or
taken away to death camps. I was willing to die trying to stop any
atrocities occurring, but I wasn't willing to kill ordinary German
conscripts so long as they weren't actually threatening anybody.

It was not an easy path to steer, but I determined I'd try to do my
best. My main strategy was to win the hearts and minds of the German
occupiers; to look on them as guests in my country rather as `the
enemy' and hope this would make them less trigger happy. Occupation
armies under constant threat of attack from `terrorists' or
`resistance/freedom fighters' commit more atrocities, because of fear
and the desire for revenge. That was my reasoning anyway. I would only
use violence as a very last resort to save innocent lives.

Meanwhile, I had other things on my mind. First of these, was how to get
Wolfgang into my bed. The first night the soldiers stayed with us,
Wolfgang came into the bedroom and sat on his bed. He offered me a
cigarette, but I didn't smoke.

We talked for a while. I asked about his family, and he showed me photos
of his parents, brothers and sister. He came from Rostock, in the
northeast of Germany.

After about half an hour he got undressed, carefully hanging up his smart
uniform so it wouldn't crease. I climbed into my bed and watched as he
slowly revealed his muscular body. It was like having my own private
striptease show here in my own bedroom. I couldn't help myself, I was
playing with my cock beneath the bedclothes. Wolfgang was sure to notice,
but I didn't care. I had a rock-hard erection, and I knew he must have
seen it before I got into bed. My underpants were sticking out as though
a tent-pole were inside them!

`Ist kalt -- it's cold,' said Wolfgang as he climbed into his bed.
There was my opening, and I grabbed it boldly:

`You can share my bed,' I said like the brazen hussie I was, `I'll
warm you up.'

`Ja? You are a very naughty boy!' said Wolfgang, `Do you say these
things to lots of men?'

`I don't get the chance, living here with my parents,' I said
truthfully, `But yes, I've picked up men in the cottages... er, I mean
in public toilets. Gone back with some of them.'

`A very naughty boy,' said Wolfgang. I wondered if I'd gone too far.
After all, known gay men were sent to concentration camps. But I had to
have this gorgeous German soldier if I possibly could, even if it was the
last thing I did. I was sure the whole Aryan ideal thing was homoerotic
anyway, and I wouldn't even be surprised if Hitler was both bisexual and
partly Jewish. I had met several boys at school who would beat up a queer
one minute, and get him behind the bike sheds for some illicit gay sex
the next. People are a mass of contradictions. Anyway, I was willing to
risk my life to bed this handsome German soldier.

As I lay there wondering what would happen next, Wolfgang lit another
cigarette. He was thinking, that was obvious. Presently he put out his
smoke, got up and went over to the door. My heart missed beat -- was he
going to report me to his fellow soldiers, would I be taken away to a
concentration camp as a sexual deviant? Or would he tell my parents,
which was not that much better. I didn't know how they'd react. I could
be in deep trouble with them and the police, now under German command.

However I heard the lock click as Wolfgang turned the key from the
inside, so we wouldn't be disturbed. He then came over to my bed and
said:

`I am cold --  I share your bed tonight.'

`Every night,' I said, as I threw open the bedclothes to reveal my cock
sticking out of my underpants like a ram-rod.

`You are big boy,' said Wolfgang, and I saw he had a growing erection
too, much bigger than mine.

`So are you,' I said, looking directly at his cock.

`Naughty boys like you should be punished!' whispered Wolfgang, so that
the soldiers and my parents in the adjoining bedrooms couldn't hear.
`How vould you like a big German soldier's cock to fuck you? You need a
good fucking, turn over!'

I was in Heaven! Being ordered about by this big, muscular example of
German manhood, this strapping blond soldier. I turned on to my stomach,
and soon felt Wolfgang's big cock slowly entering my tight arse hole.
The fact that this was happening with my parents in the next room, having
sent their daughter away to preserve her virginity, gave me a depraved
thrill. If only they knew their son was being fucked in the next bedroom
by a German soldier!

`Aufmachen!' whispered Wolfgang in my ear, as he pushed his big prick
into the entrance of my back passage. `Open up, I am going to fuck ze
shit out of you!'

I releaxed my anal muscles to let him enter, and Wolfgang lived up to his
promise. He fucked me so hard, the bed was rocking like crazy. I wondered
if my parents could hear in the next room, but I didn't really care. If
I was a `Jerry-bag' I liked it, and I hoped I would soon be filled with
hot German spunk. Wolfgang's stiff cock rammed even harder into my arse
as he bit my ear and then whispered: `Ich kumme jetz -- I am
cummin....'

I felt jets of hot spunk shooting into me, as I and Wolfgang both tried
to stifle sighs of ecstasy. After he had finished shooting his load, he
whispered: `Das was zehr gut, danke!' and he pulled out of me, rolled
over and reached for his cigarettes.

As he smoked, he put his arm around me. `I vas not too rough, nein?' he
said.

`No, I liked it, thank you,' I said.

`But you haf not cum,' said Wolfgang. `You like me to make you
shoot.'

`Oh, would you do that?' I said with genuine surprise. I hadn't really
expected him to be so considerate, especially after he'd had his fun
with me. It was then I knew Wolfgang was someone special.

He lay there smoking and jerking my cock under the bedclothes. Then he
finished his cigarette and threw back the sheets, and really went to
town. He kissed me, sticking his tongue right down my throat, and
vigorously wanked me. As I got near to climax he whispered:

`You vill cum! You vill cum because I have been fucking you, and now I
order you to spunk! Spunk fuer die Wehrmacht! For the German army, you
vill spunk!'

I shot my load right a across the bedroom. The thought of being made to
shoot on the orders of the German army was just too much -- I was going
to be their hot little bitch, I knew that.

Wolfgang must have read my thoughts, because a few minutes later he
whispered to me again:

`You like my comrades in ze next room? You like zem to rape you? I can
arrange zis!'

`Oh, yes please!' I said eagerly.

`When do your parents go out?' asked Wolfgang.

`They will be out all day Saturday. They are going to visit my
grandparents and my sister. I'll make some excuse not to go with them,'
I said, my voice full of excitement.

`Yes, you vill do zis, and me and my comrades, ve vill all haf you. Ve
vill keep our uniforms on -- you like zat, ja?' said Wolfgang, who
clearly knew what I wanted.

`Oh yes, please! I just want to service you all,' I said.

`Ja, you vill be servicing many soldiers in the Wehrmacht. I vill make
sure of zat! But you are my Hausfrau -- you only go viv uzzer soldiers
ven I say so. You are my whore, I vill rent you out to ze Deutcshe
soldaten'.

The thought of being his `housewife' and `whore' and being rented out
to German soldiers gave me a big thrill. I was indeed a Jerry-bag, and I
loved it.

... To be continued.