My German Lover Part 11, chapter 2

The young assistant explained to Paul the Ausweis would allow him to travel to Germany or Switzerland as often as he whished, along with tree other persons. Those persons would be covered by the Ausweis as long as they would be traveling with Paul, and they would only have to show their passport to gain entry in Germany or in Switzerland... as long as Paul was with them, the young assistant stressed again...

"Yes, I understand...", Paul answered, smiling...

A few minutes later, Paul had his Ausweis in his pocket and was ecstatic, thinking that he would be able to take Will and Lutz to Berlin, so they could visit their families over there... "Wait till I tell them", he thought... They will be stunned...

Paul went back to Avenue Foch where Will was waiting for him... Paul told Will everything that had happened at the German Embassy and indeed, Will was stunned...

"You know Paul, it's a very rare privilege to obtain such an Ausweis... Obviously, the Minister likes you...", Will said.

"Yeah! I noticed", Paul answered, grinning... "And he wants me to pay him a visit when I'll go to Berlin... Let me tell you he's gay alright... and I wouldn't like to be all alone with him...I don't know how old he is... but he's much older than my dad...", Paul replied, laughing...

"Well, as you can see, your good look paid...", Will replied, laughing too...

"Whatever... But anyway, I won't travel to Germany until I can speak German well... There's no sense meeting with people there, if I don't understand what they are saying... And you just can't do business through a translator..."

As things got organized on Avenue Foch, with Will living there now, time flew so fast that neither Will nor Paul had time to notice. Almost every night, Lutz and Franz were there for supper... From time to time, Will and Lutz would call their families in Berlin, and were very thankful to Paul for that. Of course, neither of them told their families about their respective lovers, although Will's mother did asked a lot of questions about Paul, since Will was talking so much about his new "friend"...

On Friday, July 5, Franz called Paul to tell him he was free next weekend to go to Bagatelle... and inquired as to whether or not Paul still intended to spend the weekend there... Paul confirmed all had been organized, and that he was expecting Franz to sleep over on Avenue Foch that night, so the four young men could leave early the next day.

As planned, on Saturday morning they all left Paris and drove to Bagatelle...

It was a beatiful summer day, and they were almost all alone on the roads, since nowadays, not many people had the means to travel by car, due to the gas restrictions...

When they got to Bagatelle, Paul's three friends were stunned by the beauty of the estate...

The château was not very big, but it was beatiful... and the staff was very friendly.

Paul had a meeting with the staff and they were all told their jobs were safe...

Later, Paul had a long meeting with the guy in charge of managing the estate on his behalf, and was surprised to learn the small farm on his new estate was producing so much... He received the manager's full report on that, and realized most of what was produced on the farm was sold at the local market...

He visited the barn, the hen-house, the stables...

After his inspection, Paul had a second meeting with his manager, to tell him about the decisions he dad made: They would no longer sell their production at the local market, but would keep it for themselves.

"But, monsieur... You will lose a good source of income...", the manager politely stressed, thinking his new boss was too young, and didn't have much experience in life...

"Yes... That may be so... But you see... I don't need money: What we need is food... with the food rationing, many things are no longer available in Paris...", Paul answered.

"It's that bad, Sir, in Paris?"

"... And it will get worst...", Paul replied.

"Oh... I see, Sir..."

Paul then explained that from now on, once a week, he would send someone from Paris to get food stuff like milk, cream, eggs, butter... things like that... and that he wanted the rest of the prodction to be shared among the staff personnel at Bagatelle...

"And I want you and your employees to produce as much as possible on this farm... Should you need to hire new workers, don't hesitate: Do it! And next year, I want the farm to produce wheat and barley too...", Paul said.

"But Sir, how are we going to do that... it's very hard nowadays to find gas to operate the machinery...", the manager answered.

"I know... but in the old days, didn't you managed with the horses? In the shed, I saw we still have the old equipments... and you have seven horses in the stables... Can't we managed with that? As you know, we're going through hard times now, and we don't know how long it's going to last... So in the meantime, we'll have to be imaginative, won't we?", Paul replied.

"Yes, Sir", the manager answered, thiking his new boss was not so inexperienced as he had first thought, and that what he had just said made good sense...

"And every month, I will expect a full report from you, concerning all the activities on the estate..."

"Yes, Sir!"

After the meeting with the manager, Paul went back to his friends. He found them lying on the terrace, where they were sun-bathing, wearing nothing else but trunks...

"Ah! There you are...", Will said to Paul, smiling... "Where have you been?"

Paul told him what he had been doing all morning and Will grinned, thinking his lover was indeed a very wise guy... Then Lutz said:

"I tell you Paul... life is good in France! Do you know in Germany we often say, talking about someone who has a good life, that he "lives like a king in France...". Now I understand why we say that..."

"Yeah... But I know I'm privileged... I don't think all our soldiers the Wehrmacht made prisoners are as lucky as I am...", Paul answered.

"...No!", Franz replied.

There was a long moment of silence, as each of them kept thinking that indeed, they were very privileged to be at Bagatelle, sun-bathing... while so many other guys their age were stationned all over Northern France, waiting for Hitler's orders to invade England...

"Enough guys!", Paul suddenly said... "Why don't we go try to find the small lake we have on the estate and have some fun over there?"

"Do you know where to find it?", Will asked Paul...

"Well... I vaguely remember, but I'm not sure. I've seen it years ago when we came to visit my Grandma... I only remember we have to walk in that direction over there..." Paul replied... "If you're willing guys, we could have a picnic at the lake..."

"Good idea..." the three others replied.

A while later, they were on their way to find the lake, walking through deep woods, Paul carrying the lunch, Will carring a few bottles of wine...

The day was so beatiful... a warm breeze was caressing their strong bodies as they followed an old path through the woods that, obviously, had not been used for a long time... They had been walking for about twenty minutes when they heard water cascading somewhere nearby. They walked in that direction and found a nice brook: They followed it for a while and then found the small lake...

"WOW! That's nice...", Will exclaimed, touching the water to fell its temperature... "And the water is warm..."

"It's so secluded here... so beatiful... It all belongs to you?", Franz asked Paul...

"Yes... It's located on the estate, so it's private... and since the estate has ben fenced years ago, no one else but us has access to the lake...", Paul answered, smiling...

They found a small clearing on the shore next to the lake and sat, looking at the deep woods all around the lake... Yes! This place was very secluded... very peaceful...

"Hey! Let's go for a swim...", Will said to Paul...

"Sure...", Paul answered, laughing...

They took off their trunks, and Will started running into the lake, Paul running after him...

Franz looked at the two young hunks, naked before his eyes... and looked at their very cute bubble butts... Shit!, he thought... Those two are really handsome...

Watching his two friends running into the water, Lutz took off his trunk and ran after them, laughing and shouting to them that he was comming to drown them... The three of them were laughing hard, as Lutz began batteling with Paul, trying to force him under the water... Of course, Will came to Paul's rescue, and both of them turned against Lutz, who was trying to defend himself, laughing his heart out...

The three of them were all laughing and shouting, fighting one against the other, like children... except that, as their strong bodies kept brushing, the three of them started getting hardons...

Lutz looked at Franz who was still on the shore and said to him:

"Hey... come to my rescue... it's not fair here... two against one... come on... don't be shy: Take it off and join us... you chicken..."

"... I'd like to... but I don't know how to swim..." Franz shamefully admitted...

"You mean you were born near Lac Léman... and you don't know how to swim?", Lutz sarcastically asked...

"... Well... I wasn't born into that lake, you silly... do I look like I'm a fish?", Franz replied...

"... I wish you were... I would catch you, and have you for dinner...", Lutz replied, chuckling... as Will and Paul burst out laughing...

Franz turned red, hearing that... But is ordeal was not over: As Will and Paul started to walk out of the water, Franz looked at their perfectly sculpted bodies and at their beatiful hairless very hard dicks... His own dick started to grow in his trunk, as Lutz shouted to him:

"Come on Franz... join me... I'll teach you how to swim..."

Although Franz was not too eager to learn how to swim, he found it was preferable to go in the water than stay on the shore with a big hardon in his trunk, right in front of Will and Paul... thus admitting he was arouse by their beatiful bodies...

So in no time, Franz was out of his trunk and in the water... doing his best to hide his very hard dick...

He joined Lutz, who took him into his strong arms and said:

"Don't be afraid... I'm here... there's no danger..."

Feeling Lutz's hard dick press against his groins, Franz chuckled and answered:

"I'm not too sure about that..."

Both Lutz and Franz started laughing and turned to look at Will and Paul, now sitting on the shore with very visible hard dicks...

"You like their dicks, don't you?", Lutz asked Franz, grinning...

Franz blushed, but didn't answer...

Lutz began caressing Franz's rippling stomach, then his hand went down, finding Franz's throbbing dick, squeezing it...

Franz sighed...

"You don't have to answer my question"... Lutz said to Franz, still grinning... "Your dick says it all..."

Turning to Will and Paul on the shore, Lutz shouted to them:

"Hey guys... do you know what? I've got a very hard fish here in my arms..."

"That's not true...", Franz replied, laughing...

"Oh yeah?", Lutz answered...

And with his strong arms, he pulled Franz out of the water enough for Will and Paul to see Franz's very hard cock...

"See for yourself, guys...", Lutz shouted, laughing...

"Hey Franz... nice dick you have there... hope Lutz appreciates it!", Will shouted back, laughing too...

"Go to hell...", Franz replied, blushing scarlet red...

Oh yes... Franz thought to himself... It's going to be a long day... What's going to happen next?

"Hey Franz", Paul said to his Swiss friend, speaking to him in English... "Why don't you take Lutz for a walk into the woods... you know... to "explore" him a bit more..."

"...Not a bad idea...", Franz answered in English, laughing...

"What the hell did he say?", Lutz asked Franz...

"Oh... nothing... (...) Why don't we get out of the water now... and maybe, we could go for a walk..."

"A walk?", Lutz replied, a bit puzzled..

"Un-Huh"... Franz answered, grinning... "A walk..."

After all, Franz thought to himself... I think it's going to be a nice day, today... Yup! a nice day!