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 Chapter Five






      "You know something, Sergeant Levinson, since you rescued that young man I've seen more of you in my office than any time since our unit departed America for England, not that I've any objections to meeting with my N.C.O.'s on a regular basis but, what is it I can do for you today?"




      "It's about Jurgen, Sir! 




      "Ah, yes, I sort of guessed it might be?"




      "Well, Sir, he's asked if he can live with me on camp. I've explained I live in a single room in the Sergeant's Mess and I've tried to explain it's hardly fitting for a lad of his age to be sharing my room there but I'm loath to disappoint him, sir, he's lost so much in the past two years I really don't want to dash his hopes in this."




      Colonel Maddox leaned back in his chair and stared at Karl pensively, pondering what he could get away with and what objections the other sergeants might raise to a positive decision in this matter.




      "Well, strictly speaking you're correct; it could be deemed immoral, even unethical to allow the young man to share your room, however, from what you've told me about his experiences I'm inclined to allow it as a temporary measure.



      "I'll contact the Mess President on your behalf and authorise the arrangement but I'd like you to come back and see me next week that we may discuss a more permanent arrangement. Karl, I've recently received instructions from Headquarters which allow local commanders to arrange billets for senior N.C.O.'s off-camp, however, I need to clarify the scope of the instruction before I can make arrangements based on it. If the situation vis-a-vis the instruction resolves itself, would you feel comfortable living off-camp, at a local hotel, with Jurgen."




      "Er, yes, sir. I believe that would be most suitable. I'd like to get him away from the military environment. I want him to have an opportunity to rebuild something of a normal life after what he's been living through over the past few years."




      "Indeed. I'm not at all comfortable with him living on camp but there just aren't any ready alternatives at this time. The De-Nazification process is in full swing at the moment and, hopefully, we should see some fledgling local government organisations come to the fore in the next few months, but for the time being we... that is, you... will have to accept the cards fate has dealt."




      Karl stood, came to attention and saluted, before he thanked the Colonel for his under-standing and left the building to return to the Medical Centre.













      When Karl returned to the Medical Centre it was to find a much rejuvenated Jurgen sitting up finishing off a plate of food and laughing with two female nurses who'd stopped by to keep him company. As Karl entered the nurses giggled before they leant over to kiss Jurgen before leaving, he gave them both a cheeky smile and a sly wink as they slipped out the door and then turned his attention to Karl.




      "Do you think those two would still be interested in getting into that bed with you if I were to tell them how much you enjoy sucking my cock?" Karl whispered.




      "Is that what they wanted? They were asking me about where I came from and how I got shot; I thought they were being friendly. Apparently I'm a mystery, they're trying to get information about me so they can tell their friends." 




      "Have you looked in a mirror lately?"




Jurgen shook his head slowly, unsure why Karl would ask.




      "Your a big strapping hunk, quite the handsome lad, you know. Definitely enough to turn MY head. Should I be jealous, do you think? Maybe I should chase after them and give them a slapping and tell them to keep their little mitts off you because your all mine?"




      Jurgen started laughing at the idea of Karl playing the jealous lover before he sobered up when he remembered where Karl had just been.




     "How did it go with the Colonel?"




     "He's agreeable! You can live with me at the Mess for the time being but he said it's a temporary measure only."




     "Temporary? I don't like the sound of that! Where does that get us?"




     "Well, he's received instructions from headquarters which might possibly be advantageous to our situation. He's clarifying what scope he has to act within those instructions before he'll take any actions based on it, but hopefully, in the next few months we'll be able to come up with something of a more formal nature by way of accommodation. 



     "But for now, young man, you'll concentrate on getting well so we can get you out of here."




      "Get me out of here and into your room where you can fuck me the arse off me?"




      "Jurgen!" Karl looked around at the door. "Keep your voice down when you say that. It's a very heinous act for a man to consider doing this kind of thing with a minor, which in law you definitely still are. Not to mention it's against Army Regulations for me to have sex with a male so I can get into all kinds of trouble."




      "I'm sorry, Karl, I didn't know." Jurgen whispered apologetically, "I'll be more careful!"




     "However," Karl whispered in a conspiratorial manner, "in answer to the question, yes, so I can get you into my room and we can fuck each others brains out."




      "Karl?"




      "Yes?"




      "Thank you for getting me out of there; after sharing my little bed with you mattress with you I'd have rather died than go back to living like I was. I didn't realise how lonely and isolated I'd become. 

      "Do you know what happened to my back pack?"




     "Your very welcome, Jurgen, and I have your back pack safely stowed in my room. Unopened and safe!"




      "Thank you. Hold me. Please."




      Jurgen leaned forward allowing Karl to wrap his arms around the teenager's slight but muscular body. Karl glanced toward the door before he kissed Jurgen on the neck, nuzzling the skin there and gently licking up along his jaw line before kissing his lips and releasing him.




      "One thing! Colonel Maddox would like to meet you once you're up and about."




      "Why would he want to see me? He wouldn't he send me back, would he?"




      "No! Where did you get that idea from? Maybe, if you were a Nazi who'd done something bad to the Russians and they wanted you to punish in their courts then maybe, but, I doubt the Russians even know you exist.

     "The truth is, it's not every day one of his N.C.O.'s comes crashing through a security barrier with a young German lad in tow. He's simply curious, curious as to why I would take the risk to help you."













      Within three days of regaining conciousness, the Doctors were happy enough with Jurgen's progress to discharge him into Karl's care. They briefed Karl and Jurgen that the lad should continue to wear a sling to support his arm, to alleviate the pressure on his shoulder muscle so to allow the healing process to continue. Their first stop was the Sergeants Mess dining room so they could both enjoy a light breakfast together. 




      Karl almost collapsed laughing when he copped a look at Jurgen's wide-eyed stare as he caught his first sight of the menu items available. The lad gazed in awe-struck envy as soldiers coming off-duty ate from dishes laden high with food; some of the items Jurgen may not have seen for years and other choices were exclusively American which he'd probably never seen before.




      "I've ordered us both some toast and coffee, I thought about milk for you but I reckon your a bit too old for that. It's been a long while since your stomach has had any proper, regular meals and the doctors said you should eat lightly for the next few days in case you make yourself sick with the rich nature of the food. Lets give it a couple of days and let you acclimate to regular food and then I'll let you loose in here to order whatever you fancy."




      "Karl! Please?" Jurgen whispered, "I've dreamed of eating food like this!"




      "No! Look, I'm only looking out for your best interests! Give it a couple of days. Look at it like this... you can come in here and watch them eat and dream of what items you want to try first, the expectation will make it worth the wait."




      Jurgen looked at Karl, nibbled his lip and then smiled his gleaming, broad smile which had such capacity to melt Karl's heart before he nodded his understanding and agreement.




      "I know I said this back at the hospital but thank you for rescuing me!"




      "I'm not sure I rescued you, not really. I think you could have made that run any time you wanted! You were actually having fun out there, getting one over on them."




      "Well, I could have. I've covered the distance to the rubble we sheltered behind quite a few times but I never found the courage to run the last half. With the kind of luck I've been having they would have taken me down to the crossing point and handed me over to the Russians. 

      "I've not had anyone who held me like you, never really had any one at all who cared if I lived or died; not for a long time. "




     "What about your parents?"


     "My mother disappeared when I was eight, she was very beautiful. She would come and sit with me each night and read me a story before I fell asleep. My father remarried, he and his new wife were good, honest, hard working, paid-up members of the National Socialist Workers Party! All he and she wanted was to be able to point at me and say what a good Nazi son they had, one who'd live and perhaps die for the state and for... him!"




      "Come on, finish up your toast then we'll go over and find the quartermaster, see if we can't find you something to wear that's not quite so... conspicuous... or blood stained for that matter. 

      "Then after that we'll go take a shower before we make our way over to the Colonel's office so we can introduce you."




      "Karl? What should I say to him about how we met? Would you prefer I tell him the whole truth about what the Russians did to you and what we did after?"




     "NO!" Karl exlaimed, "Oh... No! I reckon a heavily edited version would be... more appropriate! Jurgen, I'm not sure I'm ready to admit to any other man besides you that I got raped, I'm not even sure I could talk about it to a medical officer or the Padre, let alone talk to the old man about it. I took no lasting injury and they didn't have the 'clap' so I'll just deal with what issues I have with what happened. 

      "If he asks, just say you witnessed the soldiers beat me up and how they took a bottle of from my pack; tell him they walked away and left me laying in the rubble, tell you pulled me under cover, cleaned my wounds and helped me get out of there, that's all I've told him and I think that's all he needs to know."













      As it turned out the quartermaster stocked no suitable civilian attire for a lad of Jurgen's size and so Jurgen emerged from the stores as a junior twin to Karl, sporting various pieces of battle dress items but without any unit insignia. Despite the quartermaster's objections over the recently declared illegality of the uniform he'd been wearing, Jurgen had carefully folded it and carried it out with him, his eyes informing them both it wouldn't be worth their time to remonstrate with him about it.




      From the Q.M.'s office they walked back to the Mess where Karl was able to show a worried Jurgen were his back pack was stowed. Karl watched as Jurgen safely placed the old uniform inside along with the rest of his memories, before he grabbed his wash roll and two towels and the headed off to the shower block with Jurgen in tow.




      It was now close to noon and they had the showers to themselves so Karl turned the faucet to hot to allow the water to run hot as they undressed. Karl found himself smiling again as Jurgen oddly experienced a sudden bout of modesty and turned his back as he removed his new clothing.




      "Hey!" Karl touched his shoulder lightly and smiled as Jurgen turned, "You have't got anything I haven't seen, you know! Seen and found very desirable."




      Naked, Karl stood behind Jurgen, his chest to the lads back, his hands gently resting on the lad's hips he lightly ran the tip of his tongue along Jurgen's neck following the corded muscle before playfully nibbling on Jurgen's ear lobe.




     "Jurgen?"




     "Ja?" Jurgen turned his head slightly so he was able to make eye contact with Karl.




     "I know you've had to wait a while for me to keep my promise I made to you back in the cellar but as soon as we're clean and we get the old man out of the way then we'll have all night tonight to enjoy each other in the comfort of my room."




     They playfully soaped each other, each washing the other's back and, then, the more intimate parts of their anatomies, too. Karl stood in front of a soap covered Jurgen and placed his hands on the boy's shoulders, he leant in closer and Jurgen raised his head so their lips could meet and Karl's hands slowly followed the curve of Jurgen's spine down until he cupped Jurgen's arse in his hands and pulled him in close. Their hands slid over skin slick with soap and Karl opened his eyes so he could playfully wink at Jurgen before locking the door and handing Jurgen a bottle of shampoo.




     "What do you want me to do with this? You've already washed my hair and my body three times! You want me to wash myself now, so you can watch?"




     "You want me to paint you a picture!" Karl sniggered, "Put some on your cock and shove it up my arse!"




      Karl knelt on the shower floor with his knees spread wide to match his height to Jurgen's slighter frame and as Jurgen came in behind so Karl experienced a momentary discomfort as the cold gel of the shampoo touched his arse and he felt the cool slickness as Jurgen slipped inside his body and so began Jurgen's first fuck on free soil as a free man. Karl so wanted it to last but Jurgen's youthful virility had other ideas and he quickly spurted his seed deep into Karl's body.




     "Karl! Do me now, please? I want it so bad. Please do it!"




     "No! Later! I want your first time to be in a bed, I want you to be comfortable and be able to look back and remember it with happiness. Come on, let's dry off and dress then we can head over to headquarters and beard the old bear in his den!"













      "Colonel Maddox, Sir, this is Jurgen."




     "Jurgen.  Would you come stand over here, please." The Colonel's voice reminded Jurgen of the manner in which his troop leader would voice commands, it was the voice of a Commanding Officer and it brooked no dissent.




     Jurgen nibbled his lower lip nervously as he cautiously approached, this man held his future happiness with Karl in the palm of his hand. The Colonel looked him up and down, as one military person to another rather than in a fatherly manner, obviously appraising Jurgen's attributes, before he leaned back in his chair nodding slowly.




     "You have the look of well adjusted and stable young man, so I don't think you're about to do anything really crazy. As I discussed with Sergeant Levinson earlier, I'm going to allow you to live at the Sergeant's Mess, I'm sure Karl has told you how irregular this is and it's not a decision which sits easily with me but there are few places available locally where you can live just yet.

     "I have to make it clear to you though, Jurgen, Sergeant Levinson has duties in this Regiment which he has to discharge. I know a little about the Hitler Youth movement and I'm aware of what was expected of you toward the end of the war so I'm well aware you understand the nature of Karl's situation. If you can prove to me your able to hold up your end of the bargain with honour not distract him from his duties then I'll do whatever I can to ensure something more permanent can be arranged for the both of you when things settle down a little, locally. How does that sound to you?"




      "It sounds reasonable, Colonel, more than I could have expected. Thank you." 




      The Colonel raised his eyebrow slightly at the maturity of the response, Jurgen clicked the heels of his boots together in the Germanic fashion and was about to salute in the Nazi manner before he caught himself and brought his right hand to his temple in a snappy imitation of Karl's earlier salute.




     "Go on, both of you, get out of my office!" The Colonel grinned easily at Jurgen's response. "Karl, take a five day furlough to recover from your ordeal and make good use of it. I'll order my clerk to extend you some funds to buy this young man some proper civilian clothes, although, I must admit he does wear that uniform well, he could give some of our more lackadaisical lads some lessons, don't you think?"
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