"Oh, take me, Love!" Simon panted, feeling his hole titillated by the tapered fingers of his man.
"Yes, in a while." Manfred murmured and started to suck his ball-sack, then lowering more, until his tongue found the quivering hole.
The boy's member pulsed against his chest. The young man darted his tongue inside the quivering hole, forcing the sphincter, and rimming with the tip of his tongue the warm and elastic edge.
Simon tossed under him, prey of a very intense pleasure, begging : "Take me... take me..."
Simon spread his legs. Manfred knelt between his thighs resting the boy's legs on his shoulders. For a moment they were still, just looking at each other, a sweet smile full of longing on their lips.
"Make me yours, Love... please." Simon prayed, his eyes filled with desire and love.
"Yes, my sweet... here I am." the young man murmured putting his glans on the palpitating hole, starting to push and slowly opening it.
"Oh, that's good... you are entering..."
"Yes, Love... you are mine, and I'm yours."
"I like feeling you inside me... so strong."
"I like being inside you, so welcoming."
"It's beautiful."
"Very beautiful."
"I love you." the boy murmured feeling Manfred starting to dance inside him with wide regular movements, and enjoying the virility of his lover who was digging in him furrows of passion.
"Are you jealous when I make love with others?" Simon asked, slightly panting, caressing his man's darting pectorals.
"No, because I know you are only mine, you belong to me. Others are... just temporary guests, I am at home, inside you."
"Yes, true, but if you want, I can try to stop."
"You don't need to... You can do it with whomever you want, it's enough if you come back to me, that you remain mine."
"I will never leave you! I'd rather die!"
"I like you too much, Simon, and it is so beautiful taking you."
"You make me feel in heaven. Only you." the boy murmured while the young man continued to move inside him, back and forth, with tender vigour.
Manfred started to quiver and stiffen while continuing his unstoppable march toward the reciprocal enjoyment. He caressed the beautiful body of the boy who was giving himself to him without reserve, titillated his turgid nipples, caressed and kneaded his quivering genitals, bent to kiss his thirsty lips, while he pushed himself inside the boy. Manfred eyes showed love, or rather, true adoration for that boy who was welcoming him inside himself with sincere and deep joy, who made him feel he was loved.
Simon was enjoying that long, passionate ride and, filled with emotion, read on his lover face and body the signs of the approaching of the pleasure top. And finally, Simon felt him tremble, trying to control himself, not being able, trembling, abandoned himself inside the boy, while from his member the love-juice was spurting in strong jets.
"Oh, Simon... ooh, oooh, ooh, ooooh, oh, oooooh." Manfred moaned pushing himself strongly in the boy's depths, almost trying to meld with him.
Then he parted, and before the boy could realize it, he slipped out from him and bent to suck his stiff and vibrating member. The boy, who already was on the brim of his orgasm, reached it in few seconds and emptied himself in the warm and wet mouth of his lover. Manfred drank in big sips all the man-seed that the boy was giving him.
"Ah, Love, how beautiful!" Manfred panted lying again on top of the boy and intimately kissing him.
Simon was breathless. He panted strongly, still trembling from the intensity of the pleasure he had just experienced.
"Yes... but you make me die, so... My love, how is it possible that each time it becomes more beautiful?" Simon said, his voice hoarse with passion, quivering all over his body.
They remained embraced, relaxing little by little, savouring the sweetness of their bodies contact, sated for the moment, but still full of mutual desire.
"Don't get dressed, not yet..."
"We have to bathe. Did you forget it, my sweet Simon?" Manfred said with a smile.
They went in the water brushing vigorously each other, trembling for the coldness, but happy they could reinvigorate a little. Then they went out and lay under the almost setting sun, not strong but still warm enough. They ate without dressing - they both wanted to enjoy the beautiful nakedness of the other. From time to time they lightly caressed each other. At last they resigned to wear again their clothes, and resumed their way.
They didn't walk for long, as it was getting dark. They found a hayloft fallen into disuse, but with still some old hay inside, and climbed in to lie down. Simon rested his head on Manfred chest, and the young man caressed his hair.
"What are you thinking of?" after a while the boy asked.
"You."
"Ah, yes? But what?"
"That I like you very much."
"Ah, yes? But why?"
"Because you are an extraordinary boy. And you are also so beautiful. Both inside and out."
"What do you like in me, above all?"
"Too many things - your spontaneity, your smile, your strength, your gentleness, your determination, your freshness..."
"And physically?"
"The first thing that attracted me to you, was your face, your eyes, your mouth."
"And then?"
"This body still adolescent with virility starting to bloom." Manfred said, caressing it lightly.
"And what do you like more, of all my body?"
"This... and this..." Manfred said putting one hand on Simon's fly and the other on his arse, and laughing somewhat shyly.
Also Simon giggled and, putting his hand at his turn between his lover's legs, said: "And I adore this, and the way you make me relish it."
"I noticed."
"But I also like very much the way you kiss, did you know?"
"I too like your way to kiss."
They again were silent, enjoying that sweet intimacy that, they could feel, contributed to cement their love.
"What are you thinking of?" Manfred asked.
"That I hope one day we can have our house, with our bed, where we can stay as now we are, without having to count the minutes we can still spend together. Because I feel so good with you. And I feel your heart beating, and I know it beats also for me."
"If we really can reach Switzerland..."
"When we will reach Switzerland." Simon corrected him.
"When we will reach Switzerland, we will have a room and a bed all for us, where we can stay so any time we feel like. And it will be wonderful. Anyway, let's start to enjoy these moments that life grants us."
"Wouldn't you like to go back home, once this war will be over?" Simon asked.
"Wherever you are, will be home." Manfred decidedly answered, caressing him.
They woke up at dawn and, after a light snack, resumed their way. Manfred blindly relied upon Simon, accepted all his decision, not out of passivity but because he had full trust in the boy. In spite of being eight years older, he treated the boy like an adult. Simon could feel that and was grateful, but he also felt the responsibility that it involved.
They were walking for a week, and the food was almost over. They came in sight of a middle size town. Simon, from the top of the hill they were on, looked at it.
"Manfred, let's find a place where you can stay and wait for me. I will go down to that town to gather food and information. We cannot just continue to walk so blindly, just following the map. I'll leave you the remaining food. I don't know if I'll have to stay away for one or more days, but I won't run risks. You must to be patient and wait. Agreed?"
"Yes, Love, sure. But be careful!"
"Sure. Look, there is a chapel, down there. Let's see if it could be a good hideout for you."
It was a stone building, four meters by six, without the door. Inside there was the altar, massive wooden pews, flowers and candles on the altar, a statue of Saint Christopher with the Child Jesus on his shoulder. They carefully explored it. Behind the altar, connected by two passages without doors, was a kind of sacristy with empty wooden closets and a passage to a low bell tower without bells. It was still in use - in spite of the complete absence of doors, window frames and altar cloths, - by the presence of candlesticks with candles and fresh flowers. They entered the tower. A ladder went to the belfry. Half way up there was a low passage leading to the attic. They explored, it was low and almost dark, divided in two parts, one corresponding to the sacristy and one to the nave.
"You can stay here... Look, there is a kind of niche in the wall. I think nobody will come here, not even people that evidently come to bring flowers. What do you think?"
"That's good."
"From the belfry you can see the surroundings and notice if anyone is approaching. The louvers will allow you to see without being seen. And if you see a stranger approaching, you'll have time to go and hide in the attic. You would not be at risk, staying here."
"Yes, right."
"I'm sorry to leave you alone. But I hope only for a short time. I love you, Manfred."
"Don't worry, Love, go." the young man said quietly smiling, feeling the hesitation in his boy.
They kissed and Simon went down to the chapel. He looked the saint's statue and addressed him a short, silent prayer, then went down the path in to the valley, towards the town. He walked a couple of hours and arrived a little before lunchtime. He had with him the money, the empty bag and the road map. He could buy food.
He toured the streets, trying to become orientated. People were moving around without worry. Besides a few houses with the marks of fire, all seemed normal. There was no trace of Germans, the men going around armed were few. Women, old people and children were the majority of the population, but also a few men. He saw three policemen on their bicycles. On the City Hall waved the French flag with the Cross of Lorraine, the symbol of the partisans and freed France.
Simon was looking at one of the houses showing signs of a big fire, when he noticed a boy, slightly younger than him, who was looking at him with curiosity. Simon nodded to him a greeting, smiling, and the boy answered with a nod.
"How was it burned?" Simon asked.
"There was the krauts Kommandatur. When the krauts fled, partisans burned it. Were are you from?"
"The north. Lille. Are you a local?"
"Yep, I'm born here. Are you alone?"
"Yes, my family was killed by the Germans." Simon lied.
"Also my elder brother. Are you looking for a job?"
"Not really... I'm going south to reach some relatives. But I haven't got any food left. I would like to earn some money, or food, then resume my way."
"Where are you going?"
"To Upper Savoy. They live there, near Switzerland. They have a farm." Simon invented.
"A job to earn some food... It will not be so easy. People here are aloof, especially with foreigners."
"You don't seem a close type. And I'm ready to do any kind of job, really, for a couple of days. But then I want to go. Can you not give me some advice?"
"I... well, you seem a likeable chap. What's your name?"
"Simon. And yours?"
"Jeanpaul, just one name. I know a guy who... could be ready to help you, but he... he is somewhat odd, I don't know if you..."
"Odd? What do you mean odd?"
"Well, see, he is kind with boys who... He says it is for the paintings. I mean, he is a painter, he did all the paintings in Saint Louis church, you know, all round the church's walls, frescoes. He has a studio and... I sat for him, and also some of my friends. And he could be interested in you, just he... when you go to sit for him... he starts to touch you... there, do you understand?"
"He has sex with the boys, that painter?" Simon said, amused by the hesitancy of the boy, "He likes to bugger them?"
"No, not that. He touches you, then, if you let him, he wants to... suck you. But then, he pays you nicely..."
"Well, he first makes you enjoy, then pays you? Not bad at all, right?" Simon said cheerfully, looking at the boy.
Jeanpaul smiled, nodded shyly, then said: "He is also... skilled. And says my cousin Charles that if a boy is really well endowed, he also likes to be buggered, and pays more. Do you have it of a good size?" he asked, and blushed.
"If you want to check it..." Simon amused asked him, and looked at him with a cunning air.
The boy again blushed and edged a bit: "No, what has that got to do with it? But you... you already... did it with a man?"
"Yes, sure. I had a friend of your age, at my village. He and me, amused ourselves on his parents bed, when they were at work, stark naked..."
"Naked? Completely naked?" the boy asked widening his eyes, "And... what did you do?"
"Everything. Did you ever do it with another boy?"
"No, not me. Just with Gustave, the painter... and just let him suck me... nothing else."
"Wouldn't you like to try? It is amusing, really, do you know?"
"I don't know... possibly..." the boy murmured embarrassed and lowering his eyes. Simon noticed that the boy's fly was now clearly swollen.
"If you had a safe place to go..." Simon suggested, aroused at his turn.
"You and me?" the boy asked, clearly interested but still hesitant.
"Yes, sure... if you feel like... I like you, you are a handsome boy."
Jeanpaul again blushed, fidgeted a little, then said with an uncertain voice and almost in a whisper: "A safe place... I know a safe place."
"Let's go, then."
The boy guided him to a lane, turned in another side lane then stopped in front of a half closed gate.
"Nobody lives here any more, come inside." and slipped between the two big gates.
Simon followed him. They were in a courtyard - on one side the empty stables, on the other side the house. The boy entered the house and went up through the wooden stairs to a bare room, with a heap of empty sacks on a corner.
"We used to come to smoke and to play cards here, money, you know, in secret from our families. What do you want to do, now?"
"Come here." Simon said sitting on the sacks.
The boy went near him, still hesitant.
Simon took his wrist and pulled him to sit near him, then caressed him on his fly: "It's already hard..." he said with a smile, rummaging between his legs, "Also mine, feel it..." he invited him, guiding the boy's hand on his erection. The boy touched, at first shyly, then more decidedly.
Simon started to unbutton the boy's shorts and Jeanpaul, after a short hesitation, made up his mind and opened Simon's fly. Soon their members were out and they were fingering each other.
"It's big, yours." the boy murmured.
"You like it?" Simon asked, making it pulse in the boy's hand.
"Yes." Jeanpaul said, and blushed.
Simon pulled off the boy's shorts, together with his briefs then stripped off his own shirt, and he removed the last of the boys clothes. The boy was quivering in anticipation.
"Pull off my trousers, go on. Naked it is more amusing." Simon invited him.
Jeanpaul finished unbuttoning them and pulled them off.
Simon was caressing the boy's body, lingering on his most sensitive points and making him excited: "Lick it, go on, as my boyfriend did."
The boy said a weak "No..." but Simon made him bend to his groin and the boy, shyly, started to lick it.
Simon wet his finger with his saliva and started to feel between the small buttocks of his companion. When his finger stopped on the boy's hole and started to push, Jeanpaul had a little start and asked somewhat alarmed: "What are you doing?"
"Don't you like it?" Simon asked, slipping it inside for a couple of centimetres, and slowly moving it around.
"Well, yes, but... I never took it there... I'm frightened..."
"Of what? You'll see, it's great... Believe me."
"No... not there..." Jeanpaul said, but Simon pushed his finger further inside, skilfully moving it. The boy softly moaned, closing his eyes. Simon moved his finger in the tight channel entrance, continuing to caress the swollen and palpitating genitals of the boy. "No, please..." the boy begged, but didn't try to escape Simon's caresses.
"Oh yes... and I will be your first man... I want you."
"No, please... oooh!" Jeanpaul moaned when he felt Simon's lips on his stiff member. Simon sucked it skilfully, while he pushed more deeply with his finger, moving it lightly to get the boy used to that intrusion. "No, I don't want... oooh... stop it.... oh god! Oooohhh..."
"You like it, don't you?" Simon said gently but determinately forcing the boy into a position to be fucked. The boy continued to moan his "no", but let Simon manipulate him. "Now I take you..." Simon said, pulling out his finger replacing it with his member that he abundantly coated with his spit.
"No, please... stop... Oooh goood! Ooooh... nooo... oooh nooo... Aaah... what you dooo..." the boy moaned while Simon started to invade him. "I don't... waaa.... aaant... go god, it's biii.... iiig... oooh, what you dooo meee..."
"Tell me you like it..." Simon moaned starting to pump inside him and pushing it a little more inside at each thrust, and begun to masturbate the boy.
"Oh god... ooohhh...." the boy moaned, but now, at each of Simon's loins stroke, Jeanpaul pushed back his pelvis to meet his thrusts.
"Tell me you like it." Simon insisted.
"Yeees... it's great... ooohhh... screw me... harder..."
The boy was completely gone. Jeanpaul was tossing under him, evidently enjoying his first, vigorous penetration.
He now seemed transformed: "It's good... your cock... bang me hard... make me feel it all... oh god! Screw me... ooohh...."
Simon didn't need to be told twice, he was enjoying that tight and hot little arse that at first was reluctant but now so eager, that he was inaugurating.
And finally the boy cummed in Simon's hand who, in consequence, unloaded inside him with a set of fast, vigorous pushes. Then, after a moment of stillness, they parted.
"Wasn't it good?" Simon asked him, while the boy, sitting on the sacks, was panting and drying his sweat.
"I... I really... always desired it. But I didn't know how to get it. I was ashamed of my mates, I was afraid the would make fun of me. It's even better than I guessed... It's a pity you have to go... You screw like a god!"
"Listen, would you introduce me to that painter? I really need food, to continue my journey."
"I... I can steal some from my uncle and aunt's shop, or rather, their store... They have a grocer's shop. But you... you have to promise me that... before going you will screw me again..."
"No problem, all right."
"Give me your bag. I'll fill it. You wait here, all right?"
"All right." Simon said while they were dressing.
Simon thought he really was lucky. Lay down on the sacks, his arms crossed under his head, relaxing and thinking to his Manfred. Then to Jeanpaul moaning "no" but dying for the desire to do it. He dozed off. When he woke up, Jeanpaul was back and was shaking him. He had his bag full, and another bag, also full.
"Here, I took as much as I could."
"It's a lot! Will not your relatives notice you took so much?"
"No, my cousin Charles, their son, helped me. Just... he caught me and wanted to know why I was stealing food, and wanted to tell his parents... so I had to explain him why I needed all this food and... and he says he wants to meet you. He is waiting here, outside..."
"You told him about... what we did?" Simon asked slightly surprised, but almost sure about the answer and what that implied.
"Well, yes... and he would like... If you agree... you, he and me, all three... Are you game? Are you?" the boy said, and his eyes shone with hope.
Simon laughed: "All right, tell him to come in."
Jeanpaul brought two fingers at his lips and modulated a whistle. Soon arrived a boy around eighteen, slender, tall, with a big, brown, waved forelock, and a brazen smile imprinted on his lips.
"Hi, I'm Charles. Jeanpaul told me you screw like a god. And to think that I always wanted to screw my little cousin, but I never dared to ask him! Anyway, are you game for a threesome? Just, I warn you, I'm not a bottom, understood?"
"Hi Charles! To me, it's all right, I never step back when I can amuse myself."
"But I like to suck it and to be sucked." Charles added shaking his hand with a strong grip.
"Let's undress, then." Simon proposed, as he wanted to go back to his Manfred as soon as possible.
The three boys undressed in a flash. Charles, standing near Simon and feeling him all over with pleasure, ordered to his cousin: "Go on, Jean, suck us, make them nicely hard, so after we can screw you!"
"Yes, Charles." the boy readily answered knelling in front of them, taking a member in each hand, and starting to lick them with pleasure.
Charles smiled, then took Simon's arms: "Do you like kissing, mate?"
"Sure..."
The two boys, standing, closed in a light embrace and kissed, while between their legs Jeanpaul was busying himself licking, sucking, trying to slip at once the two parallel members in his mouth.
"You know how to kiss..."
"You too, Charles... Do you like men?"
"I'm mad for men, Simon. And you?"
"I'd really say so. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No. I was the boyfriend of Marc, the chemist's son, before he joined the partisans. But from now on, I'll have my little cousin."
"Did Marc teach you?"
"No, my cousin Luc - he always made me suck his mace."
"My brother?" Jeanpaul asked astounded.
"Yes, he really liked to make me suck him. He also tried to screw me, but I didn't like it. But he screwed Gustave, the painter. It's he who introduced me to Gustave."
"But... Luc had a girlfriend!" Simon protested.
"What does that matter? He liked both, girls and boys. A hole is just a hole, he repeated... Go on, suck more, you..."
"Yes, Charles." the boy said readily.
"Do you take it in your arse?" Charles asked caressing Simon's arse and titillating his hole.
"Sure."
"Good. So you screw my cousin, and meanwhile I screw you, all right?" the boy said, determined.
"Yes, sure." Simon said, somewhat disturbed by the commanding tone of the other, but not at all vexed. "Go on, then, Jean, go on all fours. Good, now Simon screw him and when you are all inside him, I screw you... Go on, push! So... good. Now... here... I take you... Ooooh, yeees... Now you move back and forth, yes, that way, so you screw Jean and are screwed by me... Right so... It's great, isn't it?"
Simon was enjoying that double sensation to be penetrated and to penetrate at the same time, those two fresh bodies adhering to him, one at his back and one on his chest. Charles embraced them both and bit Simon's shoulder. Simon continued, between them to move back and fort in a steady rhythm with his pelvis with increasing vigour.
While Charles brushed his cousin nipples, Simon masturbated the boy, who waved and moaned prey to a strong pleasure: "That's great... that's great..."
Jeanpaul was the first to cumm, then Charles, and last Simon.
Charles slipped out from Simon, pulled him away and seized his cousin's hips: "Now I too want to screw you... I still need a god arse..." he said.
Simon looked at him and thought that he liked the firm, round, little arse of Charles, and thought up a plan: "Fuck him from in front, it's more amusing."
"In front? How?" Charles asked with curiosity.
Simon explained him. Made Jeanpaul lay on his back and made his cousin go on top of him. Charles wedged himself with vigour in his cousin's arse and started fucking him with force, then Simon leaned against Charles's back and tried to penetrate him.
"Hey, no! What do you think you're doing!" the boy protested, trying to escape him.
But Jeanpaul understood and at once held his cousin fast, with his arms and legs, so that he could not get out, and said to Simon, excitedly: "Go on, screw him!"
"Hey, but did you two made a deal? No... No... Stop it! No... Leave me, Jean... Oh no!" he protested feeling Simon's rod forcing his hole.
He struggled but what he got was the opposite result he hoped - instead of escaping Simon, he eased his entrance in spite he tightened his hole. Simon was pushing with all his means.
"Aaaahh, bastard!" Charles yelled while Simon overcame his desperate resistance and sunk inside his channel.
Jean, laughing, continued to hold him fast, and Simon started to fuck him with short and fast strokes, remaining inside him not to be unsaddled. Charles swore in a low voice a couple of times, furious, but as his resistance was useless, at last let himself go.
Simon then started to take him with longer and slower thrusts, and meanwhile brushed Charles nipples. After a while Charles started moving back and forth, resuming pumping inside his cousin's arse, and he was evidently getting very aroused, because he increased his strokes, so that Simon slowed his own - like for him before, now Charles was practically screwing himself on Simon's hard and stiff rod. And in a while Charles cummed, and pushing with all his means, became still inside his cousin. Simon resumed to hammer him so that he too reached his orgasm. It was the second virgin arse he had taken in a few hours.
Finally the three parted. Simon went on the defensive, fearing the reaction of Charles who lost his virginity against his will.
Charles turned to look at Simon and, with an angry face and hard voice, said: "You are a bastard. That's how you thank me for all the food I stole for you in my parent's storeroom? Thank you, really! What a turd I've been!"
"Come on, Charles... there is always a first time for all, isn't it?" Simon said him giving him a captivating smile.
"Your cock!" the boy answered in anger sitting on the sacks, but without showing signs of putting on his clothes.
"Well, it really has been his cock..." Jeanpaul said amusedly, pointing at Simon's member that was rapidly becoming soft.
Charles tried to repress the smile that his cousin's witticism provoked against his will.