Simon wanted the shop and apartment's buying contract to be at both their names. He had a sign made with the name of the new shop as "Le grand bal" to remember the way he obtained the sum he needed. They opened the shop with a party that attracted many people. The first clients started to come.
In the small apartment upstairs, they had just the bare necessities as it was still almost empty, but they felt like if they were rich. That same night after the party, the first they were spending in their home, they hit the bed, rather tired but happy.
Simon embraced his lover and said: "You saw, we started to sell. Why don't you leave your job and start to work in our shop?"
"I think that to start it will be enough if just one of us works in the shop... then, if the clients increase and are too many..."
"Soon schools will start again and for sure we will have lot of clients. You heard that people were congratulating with us, saying we have a good choice, range, and quality, didn't you?"
"Do you want just me to start to work in the shop?" Manfred asked him, gently caressing him.
"No, you and me, together."
"Will it not be hard for you not being able to go to France?"
"No... on the contrary... I was thinking that it is time to sort myself out, and to completely devote myself to you..."
"Simon... you know I'm not asking you that, don't you? Will you.... resist?"
"I think so, Love. All considered, yes, it is true that I feel attracted by others, but I don't really need them. And then... if at times it happens... you will forgive me, won't you?"
"I have nothing to forgive you, you know that. I like you as you are and I never was upset knowing that you have sex with others. I just want you to be happy. And if at times it happens, you have to feel free."
"Oh yes, I feel free, thanks to you and to your attitude. But I really think it is time I completely devote myself to you. You know that I like you lot more than anybody, don't you?"
"You are able to make me feel that. And it makes me happy."
"When I was going to France... were you really not annoyed knowing I was in other men's arms?"
"No, and for two reasons. First, because I knew you liked it; and second, because when you came back you were all for me, you never said 'no, I'm tired, I don't feel like'. On the contrary, I could feel your true desire for me, and this made me happy."
"No matter how much somebody can attract me, nobody could ever stand comparison with you."
"Am I so skilled in bed?" Manfred asked, smiling unbelieving and caressing him.
"Yes, but it is not just that. It is not just a question of skill in bed, I mean. Some of those American soldiers were really skilled in bed, exceptional. But you are you, Love, unique, irreplaceable."
"Who did you like best, amongst the Americans?"
"You know, who... Abner, Jack, Ken... Derek..."
"Will you not miss them?"
"No, as long as I have you near me."
"You are sweet, Simon... I love you."
"I too love you, Manfred."
"Simon?"
"Yes, Love?"
"Take me... I want to feel you inside me."
"But you don't like it."
"But I really feel the desire of having you inside me. I want at least try. Not just because I know you like it, but really, I desire you in me."
"No, I don't want you to do this just for me, I don't need it, you know that. I love so much when you take me..."
"But I really desire you inside me. Please, Simon, push this beautiful rod inside me... Please." Manfred murmured and lowered between his boy's legs to suck it with passion, thoroughly lubricating it with his saliva.
When the young man lay down and offered himself, Simon surrendered to the passionate request of his lover. But knowing that, at twenty-five, he was still a virgin there, first he leaned between the small, firm buttocks, and licked for a good while the inviolate hole, at first with skilled laps, then forcing it little by little whit his tongue tip.
Soon Manfred was all a quiver, prey of an intense pleasure: "Oooh, Simon... take me... put it inside me... oohh how good... make me yours, please! Love... I can't resist... take me..."
Simon continued to lick and rim him, and his lover's excitation increased his own excitation. Manfred was more and more turned on and moaned and tossed, a prey of desire: "Love... take me... I want to feel you in me... take me."
Then the boy went down on him, pointed his hard and firm glans on the palpitating hole and started to lightly push.
"Oooh... I feel it... That's so good... Ooohh, Simon... it's beautiful... yes... push... oohhh... it enters... it's gooood! Sooo... make me yours... ooohh that's so good... Yeees, push... Oh, my mate... I feel it... all inside, Love.... all inside..."
Simon was incredibly excited. The sensation of that hot and elastic channel, tight but welcoming, was sending him to heaven. He was gliding inside little by little, and the sensations he was feeling were wonderful and strong. And the satisfied and blissful smile of his lover, told him how much his man was enjoying his first penetration, and that increased even more Simon's pleasure.
"Oh, Manfred..."
"Yes, Love?"
"It's beautiful..."
"Wonderful..."
"Ooohhh..."
"Aahhhh..."
"Manfred... I..."
"Yes..."
"I am..."
"Love..."
"I am near... cumming... it's too good..."
"No, not yet..."
"I... I can't..."
"Wait..."
"Oooohhh nooo... I cuuuummmm..."
"Love..."
Right when he reached the end of his push, Simon, unable to control himself any more, burst out in an incredibly strong orgasm, rocking inside his lover with strength, and moaning aloud the intensity of his pleasure. Manfred held him tight against himself with his arms and legs, and also his member, pressed between their tense bellies, unloaded.
"Oh, Simon... how beautiful it was! Why didn't we do it before?"
"I'm sorry, I cummed so soon... I was too excited..."
"Did you like taking me?"
"Oh, so much... and you?"
"I want you again in me... but next times, longer. It's too good having you in me... No, don't withdraw... It is such a beautiful sensation feeling you inside me..."
"Didn't I hurt you?"
"No, not at all, on the contrary... It has been wonderful, feeling you fill me little by little... you are strong, a real man... and you are mine! If possible, I love you even more than before."
"Will you not get tired of me?"
"Do you think that possible, Simon?"
"At times it seems to me not to be enough, for you..."
"Because you love me. At times I too feel inadequate for you, but then, your love makes me understand that it is a groundless fear. Your love gives me assurance. Doesn't mine?"
"Yes, sure, it does... your love gives me assurance... and strength. You are all, to me, you know it. Before meeting you, I had nothing. Now, on the contrary, I have everything - I have you!"
"Are you happy?"
"More than happy, Manfred."
The shop was successful, they were happy. And the news of Hitler's suicide, and of Germany capitulation came. And started the processes and the publication of the documentation of the atrocities perpetrated by the Germans all over Europe.
Manfred was shaken, he read the news on the newspapers and felt filled with shame: "Oh, Simon... my people... we really did those things? How could we? I'm ashamed being a German... I'm ashamed."
"Love, not you... and not even all your people. Some mad degenerate. You have nothing to be ashamed of."
"People know I am a German... will judge me as all the others. You know how easy is to generalize."
"But those who know you, know you are different."
"No, they might think that what they know is just a front, an appearance, and that I am like, or even worst than the others."
"I know it is not true, you know it... this is the important thing. And then, you are a political refugee from before your people was defeated."
"But we were retreating... people can think I just scented the situation, that I am just an opportunist."
"In my opinion, you are worrying too much about it, Manfred... You have no reason to feel remorse, to be ashamed."
"But I am German... I am the enemy."
"You have to pull this idea out of your mind. You are Manfred, my love, my lover, the best man in the world."
But Manfred, even if there and then was cheered up by the words full of love from Simon, continued to feel more and more uneasy hearing more news about the exterminations perpetrated by his people. Simon didn't know what to do to bring serenity back in the heart of his beloved. So, he made a decision - he was somewhat afraid, but he thought it was the only thing to do to help his lover to find his balance and serenity.
"Manfred... let's go back were we met."
"To Issoire?"
"Yes, or better to Clermond Ferrant. And there you will hand yourself over to the local authorities, and ask to go under process. If they condemn you, you will pay, but if they acquit you, we can come back and live a quiet life... but you cannot go on in this way."
"If they condemn me..."
"You did nothing wrong, they cannot condemn you. But, if even they will condemn you, I'll wait for you... And anyway, at the court, I will testify for you. And I think there will be no one who could testify against you. In all the period I lived with you in the barracks, none of you did a single thing to be ashamed of, you did evil to nobody, you didn't steal, you did not even just molest people... Let's go back there, Manfred, and face a court."
The young man nodded in assent. They closed the shop and took the train to France. The long and tiring journey they did when they fled for Switzerland, took now less than one day. Reaching Clermond Ferrant, Manfred, accompanied by Simon, presented himself to the police.
"My name is Manfred Weissner, I am a former soldier of the German Army, of the garrison stationed in Issoire... I came to give myself up..."
The stupefied face of the policeman almost amused Simon, were it not for the gravity of the situation. The policeman called the senior officer, who drew up a report, and had Manfred confined in the detention room, then sent all the papers to the local Liberation Committee. Simon first looked for a room in a boarding house, then went to the Liberation Committee headquarters to make a deposition about Manfred. He qualified himself using the documents he received from the partisans, and dictated his deposition about Manfred.
One of the men, asked him: "Why did that Weissner decide to give himself up?"
"He feels responsible for what Germans did, he feel judged for that... then I persuaded him to ask for an official judgement. For the peace of his conscience."
"In your opinion he really didn't commit any crime?"
"I am more than sure about that. That's why I helped him to escape, when the German Army was in retreat and he found himself alone - the only survivor of his brigade. Manfred is not a war criminal. I hope that this process will demonstrate this, and that a full acquittal will give him the serenity he lost coming to know of the atrocities that his people did."
"He is not the only one in these conditions. The German Army is on average less guilty that the men of the SS or of the Gestapo. And moreover, the fact he decided to give himself up when he was safe, abroad, gives evidence in his favour."
When everybody went out, one of the men remained, the one whose name was Jean Pierre.
The man asked to Simon: "One more question, Canard. A not official one, that will not be recorded in the journals. What relationship really is there, between you and that German soldier? Why did you take so much to heart an enemy, his destiny? That young man, what does he represent to you?"
"I love him, he is my lover. From the day I met him." Simon answered straight and clear, looking the man in his eyes.
"I guessed so. And... what are you ready to do to help him, to have him acquitted?" the man asked him with a malicious tone.
"I don't think I have to do more than I am doing, because I am sure he is innocent." he answered quietly.
"Bah, you know, a process can be rigged in one direction or in another... It could also be easy to find witnesses against him... you see, for instance, a boy testifying he was raped by him..."
"It is not possible, Manfred never would have done violence to someone... he never did."
"I believe you, but... it would be easy to find even more than one person ready to testify the opposite, do you understand me? Lots of people hate Germans and just to have one of them eliminated, would be ready and happy to testify against."
"What do you want from me?" Simon, who understood where the other was aiming, asked dryly.
"Just you to be ready to please me... You really are a gorgeous boy, and if you will amuse me... I will be his judge... If you want back your German lover, it will be enough you are kind and available with me in these days. What do you say?"
"When will the process start, and how long will it last?"
"It could start even tomorrow... and it could last three or four days."
"Well, when the process starts, according to how you will pilot it, I will behave with you... for three or four days."
"Will you do everything I ask you?"
"If you are honest with Manfred, you can amuse yourself with me any way you like."
"Why not today, now?"
"Because, if you are able to find false witness... I don't trust you." Simon answered, straight.
The man smiled, amused: "I can always find them a couple of days after all seems to proceed smoothly in his favour... You are in my hands, anyway."
"This also is true... but I presumed that French people are better than Germans."
"You are a mug! Everybody just tries to make the best from the situations, be him French or German, or what else... So, then?"
"What do you want from me? Do I have to undress now?" Simon tense asked.
"Not here, of course. Come with me... If you will be able to make me really enjoy, you will have back your Kraut safe and sound, you have my word."
Simon followed him. The man greeted the orderly at the door and guided the boy to his house. An apartment filled with art objects, antiques, and luxury furniture. He took him to the bedroom.
"Here, now you can undress." the man said undressing himself and lying on the bed. Simon obeyed. "Good, now come here, on the bed, and lick me all over. Let me see what you are ready to do, to rescue your Kraut."
Simon busied himself. The man was slightly fat, somewhat hairy. Simon lent on him and started to lick - it was no worst than some clients he had had in the past. The man let him go, enjoying the attentions he was giving him. When he was fully aroused, put his hands on Simon's head and guided it to give him a blow job, moving his pelvis up and down, to fuck his mouth with long and fast thrusts.
"Mmmhh, yes, you are skilled... suck it, boy, suck it, that then I'll chuck it all in your ass... Yes, so, good... you are a born cocksucker, really... good, so..." the man moaned prey of an evident pleasure, "Suck... move your little tongue... so, good... oohhh what a mouth, my boy! You like my cock, right? Go on, suck... some more... then I'll pierce your crack... You like it, right?"
Simon didn't like or dislike it. He just wanted the man enjoy, so that he kept the promise to be impartial with his Manfred. He felt a finger of the man starting to probe between his buttocks, to slip inside his hole.
"Go on, suck some more, and then I'll put it here... You have a really good ass, boy... how many cocks did you take here, boy? Just that of your Kraut? Or many more? I bet you would like to have a cock in your mouth and one in your ass at the same time, isn't it? You are a little slut, aren't you? Were you the bitch of all the Germans? But you are also friend of the partisans, therefore also they buggered you, I bet... How many cocks felt at home in your ass? Eh?"
Simon didn't answer - he understood that the man just enjoyed saying these words, that he didn't care for an answer, but just to humiliate him, to feel the stronger... The man's finger was now strongly fucking his ass, while was pushing his hard rod into his throat, and continued in his soliloquy.
"How many cocks did you take, eh? Ten? A hundred? A thousand? I bet that what you really love is lowering your trousers and put yourself at ninety degrees, am I right? I'll content you - go on, go on all fours, now, as I want to smash your hole... Yes, so, good... God what a nice ass! Now spread well your buttocks, go on... Yes, so... so... oooohhh... soooo..." the man moaned while he was sinking inside the boy with a set of strong thrusts of his loins, "Move this little ass, let me feel how much you love it... Don't you appreciate a good French cock? You feel it? Is it big enough for you? You like it?" the man said giving stronger thrusts with increasing pleasure, "You feel it? Eh, boy, are you happy? Grateful? Being screwed so is worth, admit it..." the man panted violently rocking inside him.
Simon started to tighten and made flex his hole, to accelerate the man's pleasure and so be freed at last from him. Simon was not even aroused, he just wanted an end as soon as possible.
The man accelerated his hammering: "Ooooh, yes, good... you really are a whore... you know how to make a male enjoy your male pussy... Do you like to feel a good cock like mine digging your bowels? You like to be mounted, like a bitch in heat, don't you? take it, take it all... Ooooh... I'm almost... I'm near filling you... oooh... I'm cumming... cuuummmiiinnng... oooh... oooohh.... oooooohhhh...."
The man came strongly trembling, and unloaded inside the boy with wild joy. Then he slipped out, still quivering.
"God, what a good fuck!" he panting murmured.
"May I dress, now?" Simon asked.
"What? No, I'm not over yet! Just give me a break, and I will be soon ready to start again. As I can have you just for a few days, I want to use you the most I can... Rather, I will now call my boyfriend, so we can fuck you together."
"I... we talked just about you..." Simon weakly protested, but already resigned to that variation.
"Well, what difference does it make, one or two? And possibly you will even like my boyfriend, he is really a handsome boy."
"But, if you have a boyfriend, what need did you have to take me?"
"I and my boy, at times love to take a boy together. He is even lustier than me, and he likes to bugger fresh meat, like you. Yes, I'll now call him and tell him to come..." the man said amused at that idea. He went to telephone.
"Hallo, that's me... can you pop up here, now? I have here a gorgeous boy I would like to introduce you... Sure, I just buggered him... He is here, naked, waiting for the second round... You'll see, you'll like him, little pig! Agreed, I can wait... Come soon, hurry up!" the man said, then turned towards Simon: "He'll come soon, you'll see, we'll have a nice threesome. He has a really nice cock, and as he cannot use it inside me... he will give vent to his lust inside you. Do you know what I was thinking? As long as the process is not over, you can remain here with us, so you can make me and my boy amuse ourselves at our pleasure..."
Simon gave a short sigh. For his Manfred, this imposition was not even too heavy. After all, it would have been just two more men... Even if he decided to stop with other men besides Manfred, he could have two more.
When, about twenty minutes later, the other came, Simon recognized him at once, with amazement: "Vincent! Aren't you Vincent?"
The other looked at him, then, he too amazed, said: "But... aren't you Simon? The little Simon?"
"Do you know each other?" the man astounded asked.
"He has been my first man, right Vincent?" Simon answered, smiling to the young man.
"Yes... how long ago? Seven years? You were just a kid, then. You didn't even cumm, then... You really became a gorgeous boy... What are you doing here? How comes that you know Jean Pierre?"
Simon explained him the reason for his presence there.
Vincent looked at his man: "You are always the same big pig! To take profit of him in this way! I really don't understand why I stay with you..."
"Come on, you know why. Since you are with me, you missed nothing... and mainly the nice little asses you like so much..."
"Yes, that's true... but to take advantage in this way of someone... Dress now, Simon. He will help your man, you have my word, and not in exchange for sex. I don't want you to be forced... you know that I never accepted that."
"Vincent... you were my first man... I would like you to be my last man also, before I can have back my Manfred. You always have been special to me. You taught me to love men... I would like to do it once again with you, really." Simon said with a gentle smile to his ancient lover.
"All right. Then, leave us alone, now, Jean Pierre. Or better, go at once to institute proceedings, and beware, the German has to be acquitted stating his complete discharge, and fast! Go!" the young man dryly said. The man tried to protest, he wanted more sex, but Vincent was inflexible and the man, at last, dressed and left them.
"How can you give him orders that way?" Simon asked stupefied, as they were alone.
"He... he is not a bad man. But he is a weakling, and he likes to play the strong man with people weaker than him. But with me... he always did what I wanted. Don't worry, your German will be acquitted."
"Undress, now, come. I really desire to do it once more with you... I am no more the awkward kid you knew."
"I believe you, you were a fast learner... And now you've really become splendid. Do you really want to do it with me?"
"Don't you?" Simon asked with a provocative smile, caressing his own erect member.
"I like you... sure." Vincent answered with a wide smile starting to undress. He went on the bed and embraced the boy: "You have a really beautiful body, manly. You are more than desirable... I would like to take you, if it's OK with you."
"Sure, it's OK... like at the orphanage times. You went to Paris, after the bombing, right?"
"No, I never reached Paris. I met a group of partisans and joined them... You know how it is... lonely men, in the mountains, amongst dangers, with a big yen for fucking and at times without women for weeks... little by little, I had sex with several of them. Until I met a boy who has been my lover for almost three years... he died during an action... We were few survivors, so we joined another formation, where I met Jean Pierre... and we became steady friends. It is now almost two years we are together. He is not a bad man, I told you... and now... I meet you again... Are you really in love with your German?" he asked Simon, caressing him intimately.
"Yes, he is an exceptional boy... a man. I love him, and he loves me. But now, let's think to us... Do you know I remembered it bigger?" Simon said caressing his friend's member.
"Because you were a kid." Vincent sweetly answered.
"Anyway... it is beautiful. Do you remember when you lowered my shorts and took me?"
"Yes, sure... I liked you."
"Even if you took several others..."
"Well... But I always loved you."
"Yes, I knew. And now... do you want me?"
"Yes, I like you... really do you want me inside you?"
"Yes, I do."
"Let's suck each other a while, before... I really like you, Simon." the young man said turning on his side and starting to lick his friend. Simon at his turn took it between his lips.
They united in a passionate sixty-nine, sucking each other for a long while, feeling and caressing each other all over, with pleasure. Then Simon turned and offered himself to his friend. Vincent leaned on him and, with real desire, started to penetrate him. Simon felt at once the difference with the other, just a while before. Vincent was taking him with vigour, but at the same time with tenderness, and caressed him all over his body, keeping awake his excitation.
"I like you, Simon - you are sweet like my boy of years ago, and now strong like a man... I could fall in love with you, now... It's a pity, that you already have a man... I like you." Vincent said taking him with increasing passion.
Simon was feeling him slipping in and out, sound and strong, and answered to his thrusts with all his body, giving to his friend a more and more intense pleasure. Until Vincent, strongly quivering, started to empty himself inside the boy with passionate jets. Then, unloaded, he made the boy turn and sucked it until he gave Simon a good orgasm.
Afterwards, Vincent caressed him gently and, while they were relaxing, said: "Thank you, Simon. You have been able to give me a pleasure that goes beyond the purely physical one. It has been really good making love again with you. Thank you."
"For me too it has been beautiful, Vincent. You deserve something better than that man, believe me. Why do you stay with him?"
"I don't know... With him I miss nothing."
"But you... do you love him?"
"No... I just feel good with him. But I don't love him."
"Why don't you find a good boy?"
"One like you?" Vincent asked him with a smile.
"Sure. One who loves you and that you can love. You deserve better than... Even if he cannot give you all what Jean Pierre gives you..." Simon said making a gesture to point at all the luxury that surrounded them.
"So... who knows... Anyway, now, let's think to you and your man. Let's dress and go to control what Jean Pierre is doing. You'll see, you'll be out of that soon."
As Vincent said, the process started on the following day. No incriminations against Manfred were found, then the tribunal, presided by Jean Pierre, emitted a verdict of acquittal stating his complete discharge, and issued for Manfred the redeeming declaration.
Bidding farewell to Vincent, the two lovers went back to Switzerland. Manfred seemed much more serene. But while the train was rapidly taking them back, he told Simon he wanted to change his nationality, as a symbol of a completely new life. He wanted information about what he had to do in order to get the Swiss citizenship. Simon agreed and said that he too would apply. Back home, before opening again their shop, Simon wanted to have framed the acquittal verdict of Clermond Ferrant's tribunal, and hang it in the shop.
Then he took Manfred in their bedroom: "Vincent, that you met, was my first man..."
"Ah really? When?"
"I was twelve, at that time. It is he who made me understand I liked men, when I arrived at the orphanage. Therefore, in a way, I owe to him if I fell in love with you."
"Then, I must be grateful to him... I got a good impression of him. And I felt that he considered you more than a simple friend... Am I wrong?"
"No, you aren't. I think he loved me... And that in part he still does. I made love with him... I know that I promised you... but I wanted him to be the last. As he was the first."
"I didn't ask you any promise... you know."
"I know. But now, even more than before, I know that I want to be only yours. I know I really don't need anyone else, that you are all. That your love is enough for me... and your body too."
"I'm here... I'm yours."
"Yes, Love, mine." Simon whispered, excited by his lover's caresses, and caressing him, light but passionate.
"You and me... forever?" Manfred asked, holding him tight.
"For ever, and only you and me." Simon answered happy, curling against him.
"United?"
"Body and... soul." Simon answered caressing him with tender intimacy and desire.
"I want you take me, Love." Manfred said offering himself to Simon with a sweet smile.
"If you later take me, my love!"