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 Chapter Six









      After meeting with the Colonel, Karl and Jurgen returned to the mess where Karl confirmed that Mess was in receipt of the Colonel's instructions regarding Jurgen and a second bunk had been placed in his room. In the dining room Karl explained Jurgen's situation and how he hadn't eaten properly for months, the duty mess hands took them through to the kitchen so the cooks could begin feeding Jurgen. When asked what he'd like Karl suddenly realized Jurgen had little or no idea about the items available on American menus and so he asked them to rustle up a healthy double helping of pancakes and syrup but when the cooks arrived with the first platter Jurgen's jaw dropped.




      "This is for the both of us?" He looked at Karl and raised his eyebrow.




      "Nope! Those are all yours, mine will be here momentarily... I hope! You just start working your way through them... if you can't finish them I'm sure the cooks and I will be able to help you out!"




      Karl watched as tears started rolling down Jurgen's cheeks and shuddering sobs started ripping through his body, the tears started and weren't stopping they just kept flowing as he rocked himself back and forth. Karl pulled him to his feet and allowed Jurgen to cry on his shoulder, stroking his hair slightly holding him in a close embrace as he realized Jurgen had started to do what he hadn't had the freedom or safety to do before, he'd begun to grieve.




      Karl was still holding him close when the two mess hands returned with the second platter of pancakes, they were slightly puzzled at the sight of a young lad in Army dress crying in Karl's arms but they placed the second platter of pancakes on the table and sat when Karl told motioned them to. 




      When, at last Jurgen calmed he twisted free of Karl's arms and sat back down looking at the mass of pancakes with wide-eyed delight, he picked up a fork and began to devour the mountain of pan-cakes with great relish and Karl was left to explain to the two puzzled mess-hands.




      "I rescued Jurgen from the Russian sector and you may have heard by now how we ran the security zone three days ago. He's been living rough over there since the war ended, in the cellar beneath the remains of his father's house surviving on rat goulash and other such staples as he could scavenge in the debris."




      "Hey, I didn't think you knew what it was in that!" Jurgen mumbled around a mouthful of pancakes smiling again.




      "I knew but I wasn't about to insult you by turning my nose up at it!" Karl smiled back at him, "By the way, Jurgen is fifteen years old."




      The two mess hands turned to look at Jurgen, their mouths dropped open as they looked at the lad with new respect. They trailed Karl to the table where a much recovered Jurgen was wolfing his way through the pancakes and Karl, with the help of the two mess hands, began working his way through the pile on his own plate.




      "Ah... Jurgen?" Jurgen turned as one of the mess hands addressed him directly and Karl was surprised to see tears in Andy's eyes.




      "My name is Andy Jenson and this is Donny... well, actually his name is Anthony Donatello, but he don't like being called that so we all call him Donny. You ever want to something to eat, you come back here to the kitchen and ask for one of us and we'll talk the cooks into rustling up any thing you want, whenever you want it. How does that sound?"




      "You must have thought I was a silly boy, crying like that."




      "No!" Andy shook his head, "Sergeant Levinson explained what your life has been like! I'm not sure I could have survived like that."




      "I'll probably take you up on the offer of things to eat!" Jurgen smiled, "Thank you."













      After they'd finished the pancakes and bid farewell to Andy and Donny, they walked back to Karl's room were they found the second bunk had been assembled and a roll of bedding placed on it, Karl dropped on to his bed asking Jurgen to lock the door.




      "Karl? What's a furlough?"




      "A temporary leave of absence." Karl replied, getting his arm under Jurgen to pull him in close.




      "What have you got planned?"




      "Nothing but you, sweetheart," Karl growled softly, "nothing but you!"




      "I'm sorry I embarrassed you in front of your men!"




      "You didn't embarrass me! You need to cry more often; look, Andy and Donny are probably the biggest gossips on camp, pretty soon everyone will know about you. You'll find plenty of people who'll be willing to offer you a shoulder if I'm not around, if you think it's going to happen just let it go."




      Jurgen nodded before leaning close to kiss Karl, pretty soon they'd both managed to remove their shirts without once breaking the kiss. They were content to just kiss as they lay on Karl's bunk, their hands freely roaming over each others chests. They each tweaked respective nipples while feeling two hard lengths growing between their legs, occasionally a hand would head south to stroke along an erection straining in the material of their trousers.




      Eventually they broke the kiss and Karl looked into Jurgen's eyes, smoothed back a stray lock of hair and softly nuzzled at his cheek.




      "I can't believe you're only fifteen!"




      "I was born in August 1931, in Berlin, at the house where you found me! Will you fuck me now? Please?" He pleaded desperately.




      "OK!" Karl whispered. "Are you definitely a virgin?"




      "What does it mean?"




      "Have you ever been shagged before?"




      "Never! I really do want it, though. I've dreamed about it since I was thirteen and Hans told me about it, he asked if I'd let him do it to me!"




      "Hans?"




      "My friend, the one I told you about, the one who got caught. He was sent East with Kurt!" Karl's eyes dropped from Jurgen's as he heard in Jurgen's voice the devastation the loss of Hans had caused to Jurgen. He quickly swiveled on his bum so his legs dropped off the bed, removed his boots and trousers before laying back down wearing only his shorts. 




      Jurgen followed suit but he removed his shorts too, so he was completely naked as he knelt astride Karl's legs allowing Karl the first real opportunity he'd ever had to appraise Jurgen in his glory. 




      Karl sat further upright, his eyes wide as he breathlessly allowed the fingers of both hands to lightly follow the shape of Jurgen's muscles as they rippled slightly under his touch. His fingers traced their way from the jaw-line covered in a light adolescent fuzz, down his lightly defined pectorals, across the gentle ridges of his developing abdominals before taking in Jurgen's perfect thighs and calves and there, nestled in it's light brown nest a luscious, thick, uncut cock!




      "Oh My God! You are one fucking drop-dead, gorgeous, sexy lad!" 




      Karl's jaw dropped as he finally saw Jurgen, relaxed and poised, no longer tense and alert, jumping at every little sound and calculating every possible danger. Jurgen's head dropped slightly as he giggled and bit his lower lip in that endearing manner as he shyly smiled at Karl.




      "Would you think I'm being silly if I said 'I love you'!" Jurgen whispered.




      "No! I wouldn't, because I think I've fallen for you, too! I know I don't want to lose you, I was devastated when I thought you were dead."




      "You'll have to lose me eventually!" Jurgen's face darkened, "You'll want to go home to America and I'll have to stay here!"




      "Well, I've been having some thoughts about that since I talked to the Colonel yesterday. I have an idea but you'll have to give me a few months to work on it. I need to write to my grand-father and his brother in America, I've a feeling they might be able to swing some help our way.

      "Now, for the next few days you and I have more important things to worry about."













      Jurgen lay face down on Karl's bed, so Karl knelt his legs with his head close to Jurgen's arse looking in amazement at perfection. With his thumbs he pulled Jurgen's muscled buttocks apart allowing him complete access to the wrinkled little bud inside; Karl marveled at how much like a rose bud it really looked and he moved his head forward, Jurgen shivered as he felt Karl's warm, moist breath but shuddered in total ecstasy as he felt the moist wetness of Karl's tongue lightly tracing along his arse. Karl lightly teased Jurgen's hole as he played there, flicking his tongue back and forth across the responsive little muscle which slowly relaxed and gently opened.




Karl's cock was dribbling copious amounts of pre-cum which he started collecting to work it into Jurgen's tight hole with his fingers; he continued using his tongue and the taste of his own cum on Jurgen's skin and the lovely taste of Jurgen himself was having a deleterious effect on Karl's self control and he found himself in a vicious circle as his cock began drooling ever greater quantities of cum.




As he continued his oral assault on Jurgen's young arse so he witnessed the lovely pink bud relax and as it dilated so Karl was able to slide his tongue in deeper. Jurgen's moaning was getting deeper in pitch the further into his body Karl's tongue burrowed until at last Jurgen's body gave up any attempt to keep Karl out and the pink ring of muscle dilated completely.




He applied a small amount of oil to his cock and slowly moved into position; Jurgen shifted his legs so they were as far apart as possible and used his hands to hold his arse cheeks apart, his gasping breaths heavy in expectation of finally achieving this most secret desire. Karl crouched on the bed and looked on in desire as Jurgen lay there, belly down with a pillow rolled under his groin, head on another pillow twisted to the side so he could stretch around and watch as Karl's rampant cock approached his virginal arse. Jurgen's eyes glazed with lust and his perfectly muscled body was tense with desire as he lay there legs splayed wide awaiting Karl's pleasure.




Karl brought his cock close to the hole between Jurgen's arse cheeks and allowed the head to touch skin slightly; holding his cock there he leant forward and lightly licked Jurgen's ear before whispering in to it.




      "Are you sure about this?"




      "Please!" Jurgen begged.




      "Your only fifteen, Jurgen, we could wait until your a little older."




     "No! Karl, do it now, you promised! You know how much I want this...!"




Karl had begun to realise as soon as he'd heard the story of Hans and Kurt, how badly Jurgen really needed to complete this Rite of Passage. Karl believed this moment was as important for Jurgen as own Bar Mitzvah had been for him so many years before, for differing reasons perhaps but just as important and he was going to ensure Jurgen would have reason to remember this moment for the rest of his life.




Karl lowered his body, allowing the head of his cock to slide in, Jurgen gasped in shock at the sudden intrusion and, in that moment, his hole tried to close up in a muscular spasm but the head of Karl's cock was already inside, he stopped to allow Jurgen the chance to adjust and as the lad's breathing slowed so Karl felt the muscle relax again so he was able to begin slowly rocking his body, pulling his cock out slightly before pushing it in a little further. He remembered the gentle, caring fashion in which Jurgen had fucked him in the little cellar and despite Karl's desires to the contrary he maintained the gentle, undulating movement of his hips as he slowly worked his cock in to Jurgen's body.




Before long, Karl felt his thighs come to rest against Jurgen and knew his entire seven inches was now buried deep; he rolled over on to his side gently pulling Jurgen with him, pushing one arm under Jurgen as he did so to allow the lad's neck to rest in the crook of Karl's elbow. He raised his other hand to gently stroke the peach fuzz along Jurgen's jaw-line, marveling at how peaceful and relaxed he looked with Karl's long, fat cock buried deep in him.




His eyes opened slowly and he twisted his round so he could smile at Karl reveling in the feeling of being stuffed full. 




      "Would it be too much to ask," he whispered to Karl, "if you could just keep it like that for a while?"




Karl looked at Jurgen and raised an eye-brow to ask the question.




       "As you said, it's my first time. I want to remember everything about it; feeling your cock in me, how good your chest feels rubbing against my back, your lips kissing my neck. I never want to forget a moment."




Karl smiled and held his cock there, allowing Jurgen to hold on to the joy he was feeling at the loss of his virginity. Karl remember what he'd said about making the lad happy, to help him forget the horrors of the past years; Karl's base carnal desire was to start moving his rampant cock inside Jurgen but he knew how fragile Jurgen's trust really was so he held his stiff cock steady, feeling the intense heat of Jurgen's arse and the strong ring of muscle as it flexed and clenched around his cock.




Gently, Jurgen began rocking his hips back and forth on Karl's cock, wordlessly informing Karl he was ready; Karl timed his thrusts so he was pushing in as Jurgen moved back and he pulled out as Jurgen moved forward but soon, however, lust took full control and he tightened his hold on the lad's body to prevent him from moving and his cock now thrust relentlessly into Jurgen. 




Jurgen stroked his cock in time with the thrusts of Karl's cock in his body; he tried to focus his mind to retain some semblance of control but the lust was rising and Karl was forcing his cock in so deep that Jurgen was unable to restrain himself any longer. Jurgen's hand stroked his own cock and as he felt himself rising he shot his load and screaming so loudly in German Karl needed to push his head into the pillow to quiet him and as Jurgen's muscles contracted under the intensity of his climax so Karl felt the constriction along the length of his cock and with one final, deep thrust he, too, began to shoot his load.




Karl released Jurgen's head, stroking his damp hair, allowing him to surface from the pillow which had muffled his screams of lustful obscenity. Karl slowed his movements, but his still hard cock remained lodged in Jurgen's arse.




Karl raised his right leg and lazily draped it over Jurgen's legs to hold his lover close and as Karl licked the salty sweat off the back of Jurgen's neck, his hand returned to gently tweaking Jurgen's nipples and occasionally sliding down to stroke Jurgen's deflating cock.




      "I'm sorry I had to push your head into the pillow like that but if somebody had heard you it could have been the end for both of us!"




      "I don't care! Karl, I'm so happy. I told you I'd let you do anything you want to me! I really don't care, I just want you to promise me you'll do that often." 




Tears of happiness formed in Jurgen's eyes and as they rolled down his cheeks so Karl licked them up causing Jurgen to giggle heartily and throw his arms around Karl's neck.




      "I'll do it often, young man, but if your going to scream like that in future I'm going to have to gag you first!"




      "You can do anything you want to me; I just want your cock in me... often!"




As the night grew colder and their sweat cooled so they pulled the discarded bedding over their bodies and chatted late into the night. They made love until the birdsong the following morning announced they'd not managed to get any sleep.
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