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Chapter Two










As Karl slowly returned to conciousness he was aware of laying on a bare mattress in a dark alcove and of being surrounded by darkness. No, not surrounded, close by but a ways beyond his feet he could make out the bright glow of a little fire besides which knelt a nebulous figure hunched over, tending what looked like a small pot.




Karl could feel he was naked and was covered by a felt blanket, he could feel the prickly surface against his skin and there was something wrapped around his arms and wrists. He moved his arms from beneath the blanket to check them and found he was covered in makeshift bandages, his mouth thought tasted foul and he remembered with distaste the amount of semen he'd been forced to swallow and fast on that memory came the one of licking his own shit off the cock of the guard first raped him.




He shifted on the mattress and as he did so the rustle of the blanket as it moved across the mattress drew the attention of the figure at the fire. Karl looked on in trepidation as the hunched figure moved closer and in the dim light he watched as the mass morphed into the form of a young, teenage lad; he wore a faded and stained uniform of what looked like the uniform of the Hitler Youth and that fitted with the lad's apparent age.




"Hello," the lad smiled cautiously at Karl, "welcome back. I am Jurgen."




"I'm Karl, thank you for looking after me," he smiled at the lad.




"Are you American or English?"




"American." Karl struggled to raise himself so he could get a better look at his young benefactor




"Please, Karl, lay still for a while and let me check your wounds. They hurt you very badly; I thought they may have broken ribs when they kicked you, but I think you are lucky... you are breathing easily and have no chest pains when you move."




Jurgen came closer and gently unwound the bandages from Karl's arms and wrists, Karl saw abrasions and cuts but most seemed superficial. Jurgen gently pushed his fingers into the bruising along Karl's ribs but despite Karl's wince of discomfort Jurgen smiled.




"I do not think there is damage to your ribs."




"You seem to know a lot about medicine."




"My father... he was a doctor; this was our house, he and his wife were inside when the bomb hit nearby."




"His wife? Not your mother?"




"No. Something happened to my mother; she went away I was eleven and I have not seen her since."




As Jurgen talked he continued his examination but Karl soon became aware of Jurgen's stolen glances and quick peeks at Karl's chest and nipples and when Jurgen became aware he'd been caught he retreated to the fire to attend to what he was preparing in the pot.




"Jurgen?" Karl whispered, "Jurgen! Please come back, I'm not angry..."




Jurgen hesitantly returned to kneel beside the mattress but kept his head low to avert making eye contact, Karl ran his hand up his own chest, touching his nipples trying to get Jurgen to look but the lad kept his gaze averted.




Slowly, Karl reached over and placed his hand under Jurgen's chin and realised with dismay the lad was silently weeping, tears rolling down his cheeks. Despite the discomfort in his chest Karl rose from the mattress and, kneeling on the cold floor, he wrapped his arms around the distraught lad, holding him close.




"Hey, hey! I thought we were getting along fine. What's wrong? Why are you crying?"




"My feelings... they are wrong." Jurgen whispered, "My troop leader, he said it was not natural for men to have such feelings for other men. Two of my friends, Hans and Kurt, had just been caught in bed together and were given special orders to report to a regiment fighting the Russians in the East. I heard they were both killed in action, I didn't want this to happen to me, I didn't want my father to turn away from me as Hans' mother denied her memories of him."




As Karl knelt in front of Jurgen he was aware of being naked and holding a teenage boy in his arms, he felt his cock swelling with the desire he felt and all he wanted was to have Jurgen in bed beside him. Karl felt confused, having such feelings for such a young teenager but he was aware of Jurgen having similar desires and wanted to see how far they could push the situation.




"Jurgen? My chest hurts; I think I may have done something when I got up!"




Jurgen placed his hands on Karl's chest and gently began tracing the bruises but as his courage built so he explored Karl's chest further, tracing the ribs and when Karl made no objections he moved his hands up toward Karl's nipples and slowly started tracing rings around them lightly with his fingers. The sensation caused Karl to shiver in delight and his head tilted back as he let out a long gasp of air and he revelled in the feeling as Jurgen's fingers gently but firmly kneaded and tickled his chest.




Karl lowered himself back on to the mattress pulling Jurgen to lay alongside him and as he lay there naked the youngster continued to play with his nipples. He gently caught hold of Jurgen's head with one hand and encouraged him to bring it closer and Jurgen picked up on the obvious invitation and extended his tongue and he used the tip of his tongue to trace the shape of Karl's nipples. Jurgen finally stopped and lay there cuddling up close and Karl, now becoming aware of the chill in the air pulled the blanket back over himself.




"Jurgen?"




"Yes?"




"Why don't you take off your uniform and come to bed?"




Karl stared into Jurgen's face which lay just inches from his own, his heart pounding and his mouth dry, his gaze fell to Jurgen's sweet, red lips. Jurgen's face lit up with a grin as Karl suggested he shed his clothing and quickly stood, kicked off his boots, removed jacket and shirt, dropped his trousers and underwear before he sat back down on the mattress to remove his socks; the fleeting glimpses of skin Karl had seen so far simply increased the lust he felt for this lad.




As Karl gazed into those beautiful, deep eyes filled with love and trust they moved their heads to each other and their lips touched; it was as though a floodgate had opened, their lips pressed firmly and Jurgen placed his arms around Karl's neck pulling him closer. Karl's hands stroked Jurgen's chest and fumbled lower sliding down his back, following the knobbly trail of his spine until Karl's hands where cupping the lad's arse cheeks. 




With one hand he stroked the smooth, dimpled cheeks as he moved his other up to Jurgen's chest, the youthful skin felt warm and silky beneath his fingers and Karl could feel Jurgen's heart beating hard as Karl leaned into him, pressing Jurgen back against the mattress, his mouth on Jurgen's and Jurgen's hands exploring Karl's upper body with a tentative touch.

"Uuuugh!" Karl gasped in pain as Jurgen's hands rubbed heavily along the bruising where the guards had repeatedly kicked him in the ribs; Jurgen pulled back in alarm afraid he'd upset Karl.




"It's all right, lad, relax," Karl gasped. "My ribs are still sore."

"I'm sorry," Jurgen said quietly.

Jurgen reached out to pull back into the embrace they'd been in seconds earlier but Karl pushed his hands away.

"I'm not sure this is such a good idea," Karl said, his mind spinning.

"What...?" Startled by the sudden change in attitude Jurgen gave him an anguished look.

"I don't think..." Karl started to say.

"Please, Karl!" Jurgen sobbed, almost in tears as he begged Karl.

Karl looked into the lad's eyes, the face was awash with emotion and Karl knew he wanted this more than anything he'd wanted in his life; the age gap might give concern to others but Karl let his reservations slip as in that moment he gave in to the lust he felt. 




"You're sure you want to continue?" Karl asked but already knew his question was superfluous.

"Oh God, Karl, hold me!"

Karl gave him a nervous smile as he opened his arms and gathered the lad in close. 




"All right, but let's take things a little more steady and try to avoid touching my side, it is really tender there."




Karl smiled to reassure him and Jurgen's lips were once again waiting for Karl's as their mouths came together, tongues dancing, hands gliding over torsos as skin quickly took on a sheen of sweat as their lust increased. His fingers found one of Jurgen's pert nipples; a small, hard protrusion against the unbroken smoothness of his chest and played with it, pinching it between thumb and forefinger, causing the boy to moan and squirm. 




After a moment Karl broke the kiss to work his mouth down over Jurgen's chin, along his neck where he lightly nibbled the skin and as Jurgen moaned in pleasure Karl moved lower still, his lips now nuzzling the boy's chest before he reached the opposite nipple. Karl flicked his wet tongue around it, eliciting a change in Jurgen's moans, the noises he was making deepened to a low growl as his hands moved over Karl's head, his fingers tangled in hair as he pushed Karl's face more firmly against his slim chest wordlessly demanding further attention. 




Karl released the nipple and continued his journey down the lad's chest, over his ribs and flat stomach, licking in and around Jurgen's navel; he continued to trace his tongue over Jurgen's hairless, lower chest until the lad's half hard cock entered his view. Jurgen looked down along his chest with fear and excitement writ plain on his face as Karl brought his mouth closer and closer; Jurgen shivered as he felt the warmth of Karl's breath on the head of his cock. 




Jurgen wasn't quite hard, his slim cock pointed almost straight up and Karl wrapped his fingers about the shaft before gently squeezing it. Jurgen responded with a soft whimper as his cock swelled further. This wasn't the first time in as an grown man Karl had held another lad's cock, but it was the first he could remember being consumed with such incredibly deep feelings for the person he was about with.

In spite of its hardness, Jurgen's cock felt velvety to the touch and the skin was still incredibly soft; Karl released his grip and ran lightly traced the length of the shaft with his fingertips, tracing to where it widened at the head. He pulled back the skin and watched as the swollen, purple glans was slowly revealed, he dipped his head toward the now exposed head and brushed it with the tip of his tongue. 

As he felt the shudder pass through Jurgen's body, Karl looked up and smiled to reassure the lad and he remembered that though Jurgen had fantasised about things like this, it was his first time.

Karl released Jurgen's cock and ran his hand up the lad's chest before resting it on Jurgen's shoulder, using his thumb to gently stroke Jurgen's jaw, the lad turned his head slightly and nuzzled Karl's thumb with his lips and for the first time Karl looked at Jurgen's body in a purely sexual manner. Despite his musculature Jurgen was still thin, his irregular diet over the past year gave his body an angular appearance but in his face Karl saw an innocence that was instantly appealing. 




Jurgen watched Karl appraising his body, nibbling his lower lip self-consciously and Karl realised a part of Jurgen desperately needed reassurance.

"You are such a handsome lad." Karl said huskily.




Karl hoped Jurgen heard the absolute conviction in his voice and as he watched Jurgen's face light up with a beatific smile he knew it was the right thing to say and that Jurgen knew he was desirable, he reddened in a deep, red blush which only confirmed his innate beauty. Karl moved himself up the mattress, wincing as the muscle in his flank pulled against the bruising, with his fingers he took hold of of Jurgen's jutting cock and as their lips met again they continued to kiss.

To Karl it seemed as though Jurgen had fallen into the passive role and he seemed happy for Karl to take the lead and Karl supposed it was to be expected but still he hesitated to commit further; he was about to initiate a sexual encounter with a minor, a fifteen year old lad and he felt confusion as his innate decency said it was wrong but his lust demanded satisfaction. Despite the proscriptions Karl found he couldn't care less, here and now Jurgen needed this happen and Karl wasn't about to disappoint him.




"What's wrong?" Jurgen asked as he noticed Karl's hesitation.

"Nothing..." he exclaimed as he realised he'd scared the lad, he relaxed and reached out a hand to touch the lad's sweet face, "I'm acting like an addled school-boy, scared to death he's about to do some thing wrong."

"I'm scared, too, Karl," Jurgen admitted shaking with nerves. "Can we do it wrong together?"

"I guess..." He smiled as Jurgen defused the crisis of confidence Karl felt.




Jurgen's eyes moved back to Karl's erect cock and his hand tentatively reached forward, fingertips running along the underside of the hard seven inch shaft, to Karl the ministrations felt wonderful and he groaned his approbation. 




"Are you sure you've not done anything like this before?" Karl said softly as his head rolled back in ecstasy.

"Only in my dreams."

Karl lay there enjoying both the sight and feel as Jurgen's innocent fingers explored, he looked at Karl and blushed deeply as the depths of his desires for Karl's body were revealed and he quickly averted his head before Karl reached over and gently lifted the the lad's chin forcing him to make eye-contact again. 




"You know..." Karl said, "You are seriously cute when you blush like that." 




Jurgen tried to look away but Karl held him firm and kissed him, Jurgen stopped fighting and put his hand behind Karl's neck as he forcefully returned the kiss. Karl's arms snaked around Jurgen's body and pulled him close and Jurgen had to release his hold on Karl's cock so he could bring his other arm around Karl's back; their erections rubbed one against the other as their naked bodies pressed closer.

As they kissed, Karl used his hands to explore Jurgen's body, to caress his shoulders and the smooth skin of his back, the gentle curve of his arse cheeks, then along his hips to play with the lad's balls and stroke his rigid cock, then from here Karl moved his back up across Jurgen's lightly muscled, flat stomach still more boyish than man-like but Karl wanted to touch him everywhere at once. 




Jurgen's body twitched at the slightest touch, his body squirming and writhing, his breathing ragged and uneven as he finally experienced what he'd dreamt and fantasised about. Karl used his weight slightly to push Jurgen onto his back before breaking the kiss. Jurgen looked up at Karl, a little wild-eyed, who responded with a grin and gently nipped Jurgen's lower lip between his teeth before Jurgen could start nibbling it with his own; when Karl released him and knowing Jurgen now, he smiled as the lad started nibbling at his own lower lip nervously.

"I love you, Jurgen," Karl said in a husky whisper.

The boy's eyes sparkled in joy as he swallowed visibly and pushed against Karl's shoulders, Karl found himself on his back as Jurgen blossomed from his earlier passivity and began to take the initiative. Karl was even more surprised when Jurgen lifted himself and sat astride Karl's chest, knees to elbows locking Karl's arms to the side of his body.




Looking down into Karl's eyes he paused before a cheeky grin split his face and his hands moved to Karl's pectorals, his fingertips lightly tracing the skin as he played with Karl's nipples as he remembered how sensitive his own had been when Karl had played with them earlier. He shuffled his legs backward, moving slowly down Karl's body, his concentration intense as he moved and tried to maintain the feather-light touch of his fingers on Karl's torso. 




To Karl the effect was incredible and it was his turn to squirm; the contact was maddeningly light yet amazingly erotic and he felt his skin prickling as the hairs along his body raised with the intensity of the desire he felt. As Jurgen moved lower, he reached behind to find Karl's erection before moving his body into position, so he was able to hold Karl's cock between his arse cheeks before clenching tight, he moved his hips backwards and forwards forcing an involuntary gasp of pleasure from Karl. 




Jurgen fingered the swollen head of Karl's erection and elicited a deep, guttural groan from deep in Karl's throat; Karl gazed up and marvelled at the intensity of the expression on Jurgen's face, his chin rested on his chest, his eye's screwed closed as he strained to give Karl as much pleasure as possible; 'Oh, hell' Karl thought, 'this boy is amazing.'

Karl managed to extricate one arm so he could use a hand to stroke Jurgen's hard cock, it was hard again, standing rigid as though glued to Jurgen's lower abdomen, as he felt Karl's touch he opened his eyes and gave Karl such a broad, happy smile that Karl didn't deny himself permission to continue stroking it


Jurgen gasped as his cock started to spasm and Karl stroked it faster as cum erupted from the head to puddle on his stomach and lower chest, Jurgen produced four good spurts before his climax slowed to a dribble. He continued to hold Karl's cock between his arse cheeks but looked apologetically at Karl, his breath shuddering with the intensity of what he'd just experienced. 




"I'm sorry," he panted. "I couldn't stop."

"Don't worry," Karl said gently. "I think you needed that." 




Karl looked at the smears and splashes of sticky fluid that decorated his chest and smiled at Jurgen as he sought to reassure the lad he wasn't upset.

"It did feel good, but... I think I should have been able to last longer, give you more pleasure."

"We don't have to stop now," Karl pointed out. "Not unless you really want to, that is."


Karl fervently hoped Jurgen would want to continue; there was no way he'd be able to just roll over and sleep at this point.

"No, I don't want to stop," Jurgen growled. "I don't ever want this to stop." 


"That's good!" Karl smiled as he gave Jurgen's slightly limp cock another couple of strokes, loving the feeling of the sticky cum on his fingers.

Jurgen let him play for a few moments before gently pushing Karl's hand away so he could climb off and lay at Karl's side; he took hold of Karl's erect cock in his fist as he leaned forwards and began to lick his own cum off Karl's stomach.


"Oh, God!" Karl moaned as Jurgen used the tip of his tongue to lick a few drops out of Karl's navel. 




Karl was mesmerised as he watched Jurgen clean up every last drop of cum and even after he'd finished with his cum he continued licking, moving lower, nuzzling through Karl's pubes until he brought his facile tongue to the base of Karl's erection. Jurgen paused and looked back at Karl before he gave him another cheeky grin and once again moved to kneel astride Karl's body. 




This time Jurgen had his back toward Karl and he bent forwards, dropping his face towards Karl's groin and presented Karl with an altogether different view of his youthful body. With knees spread wide on either side of Karl's chest he started using his tongue on Karl's cock again and his arse cheeks opened just inches in front of Karl's face; Karl found himself staring at a small, pink, puckered hole, surrounded by a few curly hairs and beneath hung Jurgen's smooth, hairless ball sac.




Beyond the lad's balls Karl could see the tip of Jurgen's now flaccid cock, hanging low, but before he could admire that view further his attention was completely distracted by the feelings in his groin as Jurgen's tongue began swirling around the swollen, exposed head of Karl's hard penis.

"Oh fuck... Jurgen," he gasped. 




Karl gently stroked and caressed the globes of the boy's arse cheeks, massaging the soft, pliant flesh in silent encouragement, as Jurgen continued licking the head of Karl's dick, the rim of his glans and along the shaft. Karl moved his fingers to the lad's arse, from his limited experience he knew being touched and fingered here felt good, he lightly stroked his fingers over Jurgen's virgin hole and was rewarded by a muffled groan. 




As Karl pressed a little harder he heard Jurgen's groan get deeper and then he pressed harder right on the puckered muscle itself and Jurgen pushed his arse backwards to indicate he wanted more. Karl wished he'd thought to bring lubricant but he'd hardly had this kind of thing in mind when he'd planned his foray into the Russian Occupation Zone and as he had no desire to interrupt Jurgen he decided spit would have to do. 




He briefly sucked his index finger before turning his attention back to Jurgen's arse, working his moist finger gently but firmly around the tight muscle frequently re-wetting it to make it as comfortable as he could. Without pausing the tongue action he lavished on Karl's cock, Jurgen reached back with both hands and grasped his arse cheeks to pull them as far apart as he was able. 




Now Karl had an unrestricted view of his target and was seized by insane epiphany, he brought his head up and extended his tongue toward the exposed hole and as his tongue contacted the skin he felt a shudder pass through Jurgen's body and the lad exhaled a gasp of warm, moist breath which further excited Karl.

"You like that?" Karl asked.

"Oh, God, Karl! Don't stop, do it again," he pleaded.

Karl went back to the task he'd started with a greater enthusiasm knowing what he was doing was gladly welcomed by Jurgen, alternately probing at the hole with tongue and finger, he was encouraged in his anal explorations by the feeling of Jurgen's tongue as its rough surface rasped along Karl's cock and balls in broad swathes of moist heat. 




Gradually, Jurgen's arse began to dilate until Karl was able to get the whole of one finger in, he pushed in, twisted slightly before pulling out and with each twist, Jurgen squirmed and moaned in ecstasy. Karl moved his lips further down Jurgen's arse towards the almost hairless balls, nipping them slightly in the sensitive area at the back of the ball-sac. 




Karl experienced a moment of unease as he realised he was licking a boy's arse, he knew he should be feeling uncomfortable but all that mattered to him was that Jurgen enjoying this and for the moment that was all Karl was concerned with. As his unease dissipated, Karl knew he badly wanted Jurgen's arse, his balls and his dick and he wanted them so badly his own cock ached in anticipation; he continued to lick on the boy's balls, squeezing them gently in one hand while using the index finger of his other hand to delve deeper in to the lad's loosening hole. 




After a few moments Karl stopped working on Jurgen's balls and reached for the lad's dick, which was once again showing signs of life. He bent it back toward his mouth and nibbled lightly on the boy's fore-skin, tasting the sweetness of the pre-cum oozing from the tip. As he nibbled and sucked, he stroked the velvety skin of the shaft and as it lengthened to hardness once more so Karl took the head of the lad's swollen dick into his mouth. 




As Karl took the lad's cock into his mouth so Jurgen stopped licking and slowly allowed Karl's cock to enter his own mouth until head and an two inches of the shaft were inside. Karl moaned softly as the warm moistness of Jurgen's virgin mouth engulfed the sensitive head, he continued to moan as he drifted in to heaven and just at the same moment, when Karl's lust filled mind thought that things couldn't get better, Jurgen's fingers began to explore the area behind Karl's balls seeking out Karl's own arse.

Karl knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer; with Jurgen's mouth around his cock and the lad's questing fingers probing in to his arse it was enough stimulation to push him over the edge. He had no time to warn Jurgen as his cock throbbed and exploded directly into the boy's mouth, Jurgen stiffened, pulled back a little with a choking cough, but like the trooper he was he kept his mouth in place taking all of Karl's offering directly into his mouth, he managed to swallow spurt after spurt as Karl spent himself, Jurgen continued to suck even after Karl was finished.

"Jurgen, you can stop now, I'm done," Karl gasped as Jurgen continued to suck.

Reluctantly, the boy gave up his prize and stopped, he raised his body and stood so he could turn around and lay down along side Karl, head close and facing him looking worried.




"Did I do that well?" he asked.

Karl grinned at him, there was cum on his boy's face, a dribble under the chin and his hair was matted with sweat but to Karl he looked the sweetest lad he'd ever seen and, despite the short duration of time they'd known each other, Karl knew he loved this lad as he had never loved another before. 




"Yeah... ya did O.K.! I wouldn't have taken you for a virgin the way you did that." Karl whispered, grinning at Jurgen's surprise at the compliment. 




Jurgen's face lit up with the self-same grin with which he'd previously melted Karl's heart.




"I can't believe I finally got to do it; it felt so good," he said.

"It was better than good, but I think we'd better do something about this?" Karl nodded down at Jurgen's still rampant erection. "Do you need to cum again?"

Jurgen looked down at his erection and then back at Karl before answering.




"Maybe," he smirked cheekily at Karl.

Karl ran his fingers along Jurgen's shaft watching it twitch and then moved his hand to fondle the almost hairless ball sac. 




"Tell you what! Let me watch you stroke it," Karl said as he stretched out lazily alongside Jurgen. 

Jurgen rewarded Karl with a shy smile as he self-consciously started stroking the shaft of his cock while Karl watched.

"Hey! Come on, move closer so I can reach you," Karl whispered.

Jurgen stopped stroking his cock so he could move his body up the mattress toward Karl; with his head resting on the pillow he spit in his hand before wrapping his fingers around his cock again and continued to stroke himself.

Karl watched, enjoying the sight as this gorgeous lad wanked off, Karl slipped a finger into his mouth getting it wet and slowly reached across Jurgen's chest. Knowing where the finger was headed Jurgen raised his legs and opened his knees to allow Karl free access. As Karl's finger slipped in to his body Jurgen started gasping and with a muffled groan a spray of sticky fluid flew from his cock; not the heavy stream he'd produced earlier, this time it was more a spray of droplets which splashed out onto Karl's chest.

Jurgen gazed at Karl with an exhausted smile as he squeezed the last droplets out; he looked at the sticky mess on his fingers before looking for something to clean his hands with but he snickered salaciously as Karl took hold of his wrist and pulled the sticky hand to his mouth to slowly lick Jurgen's fingers clean, before pulling him in close for a kiss.

Karl gently caressed Jurgen's face as they kissed before breaking away and staring into these soulful, trusting eyes.




"I love you!" Karl whispered softly.

Jurgen looked up and tears welled in the corners of his eyes; he lay down and curled up in to a ball in Karl's arms; Karl moved in close so his chest was against Jurgen's back, he drew the blanket over their bodies to warm them as outside the late evening gave way the early darkness and Karl whispered his love for Jurgen as they drifted in to a satisfied and restful sleep.
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