Madz the Unruly Student Chapter 12: Achazi

Madz,

the Unruly Student

Book 1

"Away, Away, just Away!"

Ruwen Rouhs

Email: ruwenrouhs@hotmail.de

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Chapter 12

Is this already love?

Anders and I snuggled under the soft cover. We spooned. After a while, Anders nudged my head. "Hi Baby-Boy, I can't sleep. I'm not that tired at all. And you?" When I didn't respond right away he went on, "Do you know why I told you to wash your butt carefully?" When I didn't answer, he asked, "You really can't guess?" He pulled my closer and I felt his hard-on in the crack between my butt cheeks. He kissed me on the ear, "I want to try something Alies told me that was even better than wanking." He waited for my reaction and then explained, "You have to stick your dickie in my butt-hole and then I'll stick mine in yours, Baby-Boy." He hesitated and added, "I would like to try it! Do you want to try it, too?"

I wondered a moment and then I perked up, "Funny, I just had the same idea. At home, at Gondersdorf, Helmes told me that it feels great when Kalle sticks his hard-on in his poop hole." After a moment I added, "He also told me, it hurts like hell if his brother uses no milking grease to lubricate his hole." Waiting for Anders answer, I giggled, "I'm quite curious how that's all about!" "Alies didn't say anything about milking grease and about pain either. Maybe, he was putting me on and he never did it himself." Smiling at me, "At least he never tried to do me, never!" "At home when I prepared for the travel to Castle Hallberg, I dreamed about doing it with you. However, I wasn't sure about you! To be on the save side, I did bring some Vaseline along." I climbed out of the bed to fetch the grease from my bag. When Anders looked curious, I assured him, "I get it. I get the grease!" When I climbed back onto the bed, Anders was already waiting impatiently. He was on all fours, wiggling his butt invitingly and grinning back at me. "Go ahead, I'm curious to see what it feels like. Make sure to lubricate my butt-hole well and your stiffy also!"

Looking over his shoulder he watched if I was following his advice. After putting a long strand of Vaseline into the crack between his buttocks I began to search for the hole with my index finger. I found it and coated it thickly with the grease.

I had never seen Anders naked before. Now I was amazed. Anders already had some hair under his arms and a thick bush around his dickie and some hair on his nut-sack. On his taint a fine line of hair was running from there up to his butt-hole. Around the hole the hair was longer.

I myself had neither hair under the armpits nor around my dicky. But I didn't know about my butt-hole. Wondering if I already had some hairs in the crack between my buttocks, I quickly ran a finger along my crack, but I could not feel any hairs. I wondered, "Anders you got lots of hair around the butt-hole. That looks quite funny. I'm completely bald there." Fascinated, I began to run a finger up and down his crack and enjoyed it. However, Anders got all impatient and fuzzy, "You'll get hairs soon! You just have to wait! Hurry up, stick a finger in my hole! I want to know how it feels. I want to know if it hurts as you told."

I began to press the tip of my middle finger into Anders' hole. The sphincter did not give in at first. I pressed and pressed. Suddenly the fingertip slid in, then my finger up to the first knuckle and then almost all the way in. Anders didn't protest. Therefore, I was sure it didn't hurt and was happy. I asked. "That wasn't so easy. Did you clamp the hole shut?" "I might have, but without meaning to." "Does it hurt?" "No, it feels funny. I have to get used to it."

I inquired, "What shall I do now." "Insert more fingers in my hole and move them back and forth a few times so I can get used to it, because your dick is bigger than your forefinger!" I did and Anders was concentrating on what I was doing. After a few moments he got used to the gentle back and forth of my fingers and giggled. "Now do it with your dick." When I hesitated he begged, "I'll can't wait anymore."

I coated my dick with grease, lined it up with Anders' hole and tried to push in. At first my dicky slipped away and I slid with the tip in the crack up between his buttocks. This made my dick even harder. I aligned my dick with his rosebud again and tried harder. I tried and tried but my tip was too big! I couldn't even get it in, not even a little bit. "It's just too big, I can't enter your hole." I stated after a while.

Anders looked back curiously. "Does not matter! Rub your dick back and forth in the crack like you did yesterday! I know you like it." I began rimming Anders. Soon I couldn't help it: back and forth, faster and faster I got. Suddenly the white juice squirted out of my dick and I came and came and came. I squirted like never before.

Anders felt I had stopped rimming while the white juice was shooting into his crack and smiled, "Did you like it?" Exhausted I slumped down on his back, breathing heavily. I couldn't say anything. Anders however turned his head to me and tried kissing me. "That was great, even if you didn't enter me."

After I had recovered a moment, he grinned at me mischievously, "It's my turn now, Baby-Boy, I can't wait any longer!" I wanted to go down on all fours as he had done, but he pushed me back onto the mattress. "You must be tired Baby-Boy." He took a pillow, put it under my belly, "Now your butt is really high in the air and you can rest while I do you."

Before Anders began to spread the Vaseline in my crack, he pushed my buttocks apart until he could see the wrinkled, reddish hole. Suddenly I could feel something wet and hot at my hole and asked, "What are you doing?" "Your hole looks so nice, I just had to smell and taste it." He kept going and when I asked, "Doesn't it taste gross?" He shook his head, "You smell like roses and even your hole tastes delicious, Baby-Boy!" I had to giggle "Are you a doggie, Anders?" "Oh Baby-Boy you taste so good and you smell so good! I could lick you all day and sniff your fanny, not just your fanny but everywhere."

Then Anders opened the tube of Vaseline and squeezed out a big blob, "Your hole almost looks like a rosebud. But now I'll make your flower all greasy, then penetration will be easy!" He pushed the tip of his index finger into my butt hole and when it went in easily, he stuck it in as deep as he could. "Do you like it, Baby-Boy? Are you having as much fun as I had?" As he did so, he began to go in and out slowly at first with his index finger only, then with two and three fingers. Slowly I got used to the intruders, but when Anders tried to stick in his dick, I protested, "No, no, that hurts! It really hurts, stop!" I turned my head and saw that Anders' dick was already all swollen and the red tip was peeking out of the foreskin. Anders tried again and then a third time. Then he gave up. "You know what Baby-Boy, press your thighs together really hard together and I'll stick my dick in between and rim you."

For a while Anders rimmed me really hard. When he squirted, his cum shot onto the pillow under my belly. There it mixed with mine, because I had come a second time. After that, we embraced each other and were asleep in no time. When we woke up, the sun was already shining through the window. We got up and ran side by side down the stairs to the bathroom.

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In the clear morning light Carlo saw us two disappear in the bathroom our stiff dicks pointing the way. He whistled through his teeth. Shaking his head, he called after us "Don't put everything under water again like yesterday. Don't use up all the hot water, Paul has to take a shower too!" When a loud "Yes!" rang out, he quickly added. "There are things little boys aren't supposed to do in the bathroom, got it!" "Then we'll do something else!" Anders called back. Giving ourselves a cat-lick, we got out of the bathroom so quickly, so that Carlo was sure we hadn't continued our water fight from the previous day.

While Madz and Anders were in the bathroom, Carlo was preparing breakfast. Chuckling he recalled the events the night before. Just when falling asleep, Pollux and he had been made wide awake by the loud squeaking of the old bed in Madz' room. When the two heard Anders' voice, "Baby-Boy, that's good!" it was easy to guess what was going on in the other room. Carlo turned to Paul, "Do you guess what I guess?" he giggled, "They're about to do what we loved to do in sevens grade too. Just listen, Pollux!" Soon after, as Madz and Anders squealed like two happy little pigs, they had to suppress laughter. However, when Anders exclaimed, "Your fanny smells great, Madz! I could sniff at you all day. Not only on your fanny but everywhere!" Paul could no longer contain himself. He laughed out loud, pulled the covers off Carlo who immediately knew what Pollux wanted. He got down on all fours, put his butt in the air and Pollux did him doggy style. Since they had finished fucking just minutes before, they didn't need any lubricant.

Carlo hadn't even finished preparing the breakfast when he saw the two naked butts running up the staircase. Moments later they came down fully dressed in their Sunday outfit. Now he just had to call out, "Pollux, breakfast is ready. Hurry up, the stomachs of our guests are already growling."

Coming downstairs, I had hidden the book of the travels of John de Montevilla behind my back. After the breakfast I put it on the table. "Castor and Pollux," I announced nervously, "Yesterday I discovered something after all in the wine cellar. Not a gold treasure but something at least as valuable. Guess what it is?" While Anders grinned like a Yorkshire cat Pollux and Castor looked surprised. "I found an old book! An age-old book!" I beamed and explained, "There was a package in the garbage by the staircase. It was neatly wrapped up. I pulled it out and took it to my room secretly. Undoing the package my eyes nearly popped out of my head." When Pollux looked at me surprised I rose my arm to give scout's honor, "I swear, I didn't know what was inside."

Now Anders couldn't control himself anymore, "It's over 320 years old, that book! Just look at it! Lok at the characters! I couldn't decipher it, but. Madz can read it. Please let's look at the book together!"

Paul wasn't surprised at all, as he knew very well that I was a finder of things and was always hunting for strange things. He knew I collected everything I came across. Carlo, however, was surprised and slightly uneasy as he was in charge of what was going on in the old castle. He got wary. "Not so fast boys! At first, we have to find out who is the owner of the book, Madz who found it or the Parish who owns the castle. Found things have to be turned in, at least if they are valuable. Old books may be valuable."

Anders immediately hooked in. "If someone threw away such an old book, he wanted to get rid of it, after all. So, it belongs to whoever finds it. Furthermore, if the vinters had cleaned up the garbage, the old barrel staves as well as the other trash and burned it, the book would be gone, too. No one would have even known it has been there and no one would have missed it! It would have been gone forever! So Madz gets to keep it. I'm sure he won't burn it!"

"But don't you agree Pollux that we have to be careful because it's so old?" cautioned Carlo. "You're probably right, Castor, but Anders is also right. Madz saved it, now it's his! However,...!" "But Carlo, why do you object!" Anders protested, "When a problem like that comes up in school, we vote on it like real democrats! You know that as our school chaplain." Making this objection, Anders looked from one to the other and raised his hand, "I'm for letting Madz keep it!"

"Well whether a vote counts in a case like this, I don't know? If you had found the treasure of Veit, then the state would also demand its share!" Carlo objected, but Anders proposed promptly. "Madz, give Carlo the newspaper and the oil canvas in which the book was wrapped and he can give these to the Parish. Then everybody will have its fair share!"

I was a little bit confused. I never even thought it would be so complicated when I found something on the street, at the river or in the woods and took it home. "I always take home everything I find, feathers, bones of birds, discarded books. Why can't I take this old book home, too? Once I even found a brand-new army knife with green handles. When it turned out that nobody was missing it, I was allowed to keep it. I asked Father Angler and hewas okay with it."

"Let's take a vote! Otherwise it'll be noon and we won't have decided the case!"

"Noon? By gosh! Holy Sebastian, what time is it! Mass is at 11 o'clock. Anders and Madz, you two come with me to church, Pollux, you heathen stay there and cook! You're still in your pajamas!"

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After lunch, the fate of the book was decided. I was allowed to keep it, but Paul was to store it in his library. The decisive vote was that of Alies, Anders' brother. He had appeared just before lunch, as if he had smelled the meat frying in the pan. Arriving at the castle just after the church service his eyes beamed, "How is the cook! I should engage him next Sunday." And he presented a plate of strawberry pie and a pot of whipped cream.

His belly full of roast, potato salad and dessert, Anders put his arm around Madz' shoulder and hugged him tightly. When I sighed contentedly from the meal and the previous night and closed my eyes, Anders gave me a kiss on the cheek. This evoked smirks from Paul and Carlo and a funny look from Alies. "Little brother Andreas! What's the matter with you? Have you fallen in love?" Then he looked from Carlo to Paul and then from Paul to Carlo, "Do you two end up loving each other also?" as both blushed, the red-haired Carlo even turning dark crimson, he burst out laughing, "I thought something like that right away when you two didn't react to s'Babettle and s'Bärbelle the way I and my buddies thought you would."

"Have you been trying to set us up with your girlfriends? Your bad luck, Alies! You are 15 years too late. We've been friends since we were fifth grades."

Winking at Castor, Allies mocked, "So I will go empty handed again, despite I'm falling for redheads!" Noting the worried looks of Castor and Pollux, he grinned mischievously, „I'm not going to make a big deal about it, if you guys aren't because of Anders and Madz!" "Don't hang it on the big bell either!" Carlo frowned, then thought for a moment and started grinning, "Maybe I'm promising too much, but I know another redhead you may like. He's almost your age, Alies. You just have to give him a chance after he arrives. The redhead could use a friend here in Hallberg." Chucking, "I'm not promising anything, it depends on him and you."

Now Alies blushed and stammered, "I, I didn't.....!" "Blah blah blah! I can see it in your big eyes, Alies! You got interested!" Paul laughed out loud, who guessed Carlo was alluding to his younger brother Haakon. "Is Haaki coming to Hallberg? Why? What's he up to here?" "He wants to become an artist, but our rants insist that he has to finish his schooling beforehand. It won't work in the city! Too much distraction. I have enrolled him in boarding school for the next term."

Alies listened to Carlo and Paul with big eyes. Asking excited and to some extent confused . "Anders attends the boarding school too, in seventh grade. Most of the students are boarders. Will Haakon live at boarding school or at home, like Anders? He'll make friends quickly at the boarding school."

"Haakon! Everyone calls him Haaki, not Haakon. Haaki will live with me in the castle, at least for the near future." Then fixing at Alies, "I know my little brother well. He'll always needs someone to look after him then. And it certainly shouldn't be his big brother! Why don't you try it, Alies! Maybe you are the perfect guardian!" He looked at Alies seriously, who suddenly turned crimson and began to fumble in his trouser pocket with his left because he suddenly got all excited.

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In the meantime, Anders and I had escaped with my treasure into the garden behind the castle. Hidden in the shade of the large copper beech, we began to leaf through the book. The first chapter was devoted to "Travels through the Promised Land/India and Persia". The text in the unfamiliar, outdated German script gave us a lot of trouble while reading. Anders soon gave up. "Let's leaf through the book first, Madz. When we showed the book to Paul and Carlo, I noticed pictures. Let's look at the pictures first. Otherwise it'll be boring."

I turned the pages carefully. The first woodcuts were of knights, kings, saints, and Moses receiving the 10 Commandments on Mount Sinai, Christ's death, St. Stephen being stoned. The first picture that really captivated Anders showed a man who had only one leg. But this leg was as big as the man himself. I tried to decipher the text next to it. "Man find auch in ethiopia manicherley leüte. Ettlich have a foot dez is syben fuß preit und wenn sy wollen ruen so lie sie sich an den Rücken und decken sich mit dem prayten fuß der gibt dann in schatten." (In Ethiopia you can find all kind of people. Some of them have a seven feet wide foot. If they want to take a rest in the shade they lay on the back and use it as an umbrella.)

Anders burst out laughing threw himself on the ground in front of the bench, stretched one foot into the air and tried to imitate the Ethiopian's position. "I need my two legs! One foot is just not wide enough." Then he sat up. "Madz, do you think this is true? In religious education we talked about Ethiopia and about the Christians there. But in the photos the chaplain showed us everyone had legs like I do!"

Meanwhile I had turned to the next illustration. "O look Anders, this woodcut is showing a man without a head, instead he has his face on the chest. That's just as funny. Look his face is as big as his chest is wide. It has eyes, a nose and a mouth but no ears." Anders laughed, pushed up his shirt and began to dance in front of me, "Do you see my eyes?" he pointed with a finger to his nipples. Then he pointed to the navel, "My mouth is too small Madz! I will starve.! Oh! Oh! Where's my nose?" He searched his whole chest. Finally, he grabbed between his legs and happily announced, "Here I have it! Look! Thank good it's May! If it were winter and I had a cold, my pants would be all wet!"

Laughing, he sat down next to me again and pointed to the next woodcut at the bottom of the page. "Look, this man has a head, but no mouth. He doesn't look starved at all, though. I don't believe that Knight Johannis! There are no such people!"

I continued to turn the pages. The next woodcut we studied more closely was a tree with fruits. The ripe ones were open and inside there are animals with wings and heads like sheep. "Look Madz, this picture depicts flying foxes with heads like rams and curved horns." "They're weird! If these are flying foxes, why should they sport horns? In my book at home, neither the flying foxes nor the bats are sporting horns. These must be other animals! Let me translate the explanatory note beside the figure: Casdylbe is a very nice country. On its trees are big, triangular fruits. It you open the fruit you will find a beast inside. It has flesh and skin and looks like a lemur." "No! No! these animals look more like sheep! A sheep-tree! A sheep-tree! I'm sure a trees like these do not exist!"

Then Anders got silent for a moment, closed his eyes and seem to contemplate. Glancing at me hesitantly, "You must think I'm crazy, Madz. At home I also have such monsters, a whole table full. But I make the monsters myself. I take parts from broken toys, from little dolls, from plastic animals, from cars, from material that accumulates at Alies shop, when he repairs radios, TV and so on. I glue them parts together to design new creatures." I giggled, because he seemed to be very embarrassed. "Oh Anders. That's great! I can imagine those monsters, because I am building monsters also. But I use small, funny looking roots or pieces of wood, water polished stones, colored glass beads and stuff like that." Now Anders began radiating, "Should I explain how it all started?" he looked asking, "Once I found a toy lion without head and without front legs. First, I fixed the head of a small doll on the lion's neck, then I added red transistors onto the head for eyes. Instead of legs I mounted wheels from a toy car and finally I glued wings from a dead sparrow to the lion's back. Next time when I found a broken toy cow I glued the head of a toy eagle to it and added I wings out of cardboard. Then I made the two of them fight each other."

Anders was still bashfully and waited for my reaction adding, "Alies always laughs at my creatures. You're crazy, he says, when I've created a new monster. Nevertheless, he likes them and always allows me to take the diodes, small bulbs, screws and other trash he no longer needs. When he finds stuff, he thinks I could use for my hobby, he keeps them for me!" Then quietly added, "Do you think I'm crazy, Baby-Boy?"

I shut the book, put it aside, and suddenly I couldn't help myself. I put an arm over his shoulders, "Will you show me your creatures, Anders? You know, the ancient Greeks also knew such monsters. They called them chimeras. They looked quite gruesome and were so big that they could eat people. There were also sphinxes, harpies, hydras and centaurs. Paul owns a big book with pictures of them. Maybe he can bring it sometime along!"

Anders was still uneasy and asked shyly, "So you don't think I'm crazy. Do you want to see my monsters? I show you if you come along to our house."

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The front of the house in the Church Street was in shadow. The blue sky was reflected in the three shop windows. "Alois Bundschuh", was written in big letter on the top of each display windows. On the first one it said "Alois Bundschuh - Short Wave" on the second "Alois Bundschuh - Long Wave" and on the third "Alies Bundschuh - Hairstyles". I had to laugh. Bundschuh, what a name! I didn't even know that Alois' last name was Bundschuh, so I asked Anders, "Is your last name Bundschuh also? Andreas Bundschuh? And you have three brothers? All of them are called Alies; so Alies the first, Alois the second and Alois the third?"

"Three brothers?" he needed a moment to get my joke, "No, Alies want's it this way! Sounds like more. After all, he runs three shops, a TV store, a radio and record store and a hairstylist salon!" "I understand about the TV, radio and the records, but hairdressing? Does Alies does hairs, cut hairs, make perms?" I squeezed my nose against the first shop window. The salesroom was dark today and all I could see were the display items in the window, televisions, radios, record players. "Nonsense! The hairdresser shop is run by our nieces, by s'Babettle and s'Bärbelle and Alies sells the electric appliances, radios, TVs everything you see here." Anders pointed in the shop windows. "Alies also runs the repair shop. He fixes TVs and radios and helps people put up antennas! Alies can do everything!" "Gee, I envy you! I bet you have a TV too." "No, I don't, but Alies has one. But now come around the house, it's really hot. We'll take the back entrance into the house, the one from the garden."

In the shade of the house I already had cooled down, but my sweaty shirt still stuck to my back. In the hot sunshine of the garden it dried immediately and was glad when Anders led me out of the sun into the house. Climbing up the stair to the apartment on the second floor he offered, "Do you like something to drink, sparkling water, apple juice or tap water?" I decided for the cold apple juice and I took it upstairs to Anders' room in the top floor. From there, the view through the windows could sweep over the large garden that trailed down the slope, across the river to the forest on the other side of the valley. Anders pulled the curtains in front of the windows to keep out the heat. Immediately, he room got cooler due to the draught coming up the staircase. Then showed me the table with its monsters.

I was surprised! Not only the lion with the doll's head and the cow with the eagle's head stood there, but perhaps thirty monsters of different sizes were assembled on the table. From dwarf monsters, barely the size of a thumbs, up to giant monsters that were almost a foot high. Many were funny others a bit scary. "Feel free to take them in your hand, even the ones with the long teeth. No monster will bite you!" Anders tilted his head asking hesitantly, "Do you like them?" I think he actually wanted to ask, "Do you like me? Do you like me despite I did these monsters?" I turned around, looking at him into the eyes, "You did a great, Anders. You are an artist! With you I even would travel around the whole world and visit all place the Knight John de Montevilla did!"

Suddenly I felt an arm around my shoulders and Alies said, "I've been waiting for this for a long time, for Anders to find a friend to travel the world with him, Madz!" When he turned to Anders, whom he had put the other arm around the shoulders, "I bet when Madz is here, you'll build only happy creatures and no sad ones at all. I am sure you two will conquer the world together."

Anders looked at his half-brother in surprise. "But then Madz will have to stay with us next time and not with the chaplain." Looking around he pointed to a door opposite the front door. "We'll fix up the little room next to mine for him!"

I was so surprised and hesitated a moment. "Do you think I should stay here if Paul brings along me? Will you invite me?" "Sure! Please move in with me. There's plenty of room for the two of us."

"Anders, Anders, dear little brother, even if Madz wants to, his mother won't allow him to move in with us forever and I guess Madz wants to stay with his mother, also."

"I Gondersdorf he doesn't even have a room to himself. Just look brother!" pointing to Alies' room, which was on the other side of the stairs, with the door wide open. "We both have our own room. Madz needs his own too!"

Looking over, I liked Alies' room immediately. He had furnished the room like a living room, only the bed in an alcove reminded that he also spent the nights here. Next to the bed was the most important thing, his amateur radio station with which he could contact people all over the world. Next to it was placed the second most important thing, a large TV set. As I had heard from Anders, he was free to use it also. Not as often as he wanted, but almost always.

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Authors Note

This is the English version of the story posted in German language. My native language is German and my English is very inept. I hope you don't mind.

Comments, reviews, questions and complaints are welcomed. Please send them to ruwenrouhs@hotmail.de.

And I would like to add, thanks for reading.

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