My German Lover - Part 25 chapter 1

(And Hans was right. The Wehrmacht never recovered from that defeat. And contrary to what the British or the Americans like to think, they didn't win the war in Europe: The Russians did! And that's the reason why Roosevelt and Churchill remained silent at Yalta, when Stalin told them the Soviet Union intended to keep all the territories the Red Army would "liberate" up until the end of the war... which meant all of Eastern Europe! Roosevelt and Churchill had no choice but to agree. Of course, Churchill was furious... but Roosevelt had to yield to Stalin, since by then the Red Army was too strong to be defeated and anyway, America had its hands full with the war in the Pacific and wanted to see the war in Europe come to an end... whatever the cost...).

"Anyway Lutz...", Hans concluded... "As soon as I'm better... I'm going back home! By then, I will have been discharged from the Wehrmacht..."

"Yeah!", Lutz answered, smiling at his brother... "Good for you..."

"Maybe you could come to Paris, and stay with us for a while...", Paul said...

"Hey... Why not?", Hans answered, smiling...

"Yeah bro: Life must go on...", Lutz said...

"Right! And I'm still alive...", Hans replied.

"Right!", Lutz answered.

On their way back to Paris, Will, Lutz and Paul kept thinking about what Hans had said about the war...

As their train was leaving Köln, Lutz looked at his best friend and asked him:

"Will... Do you really think the war is lost?"

Through the window, Will looked at all the ruins all around them... then answered:

"... It's only a question of time, you know. But yes Lutz... I really think Hans is right. The war is lost, thanks to Hitler!"

"I wish I could strangle him!", Lutz answered...

"You're not the only one...", Will replied, with a sad look on his face.

"...And if you need my help, dismembering the big swine... you can count on me guys...", Paul said, laughing...

"Ohhhh... I would love to do just that...", Lutz answered...

Eventually, they reached Paris... and started to breathe again...

"Thank God, we're back!", Paul said...

"Yeah!", Will and Lutz answered, with a big smile on their face...

Periodically Will, Ludwig and Lutz would make calls to Berlin, to talk to their families over there, thanks to Paul's direct phone line to the Capital...

"I hope I won't lose that line...", Paul said to them one night...

"Why would you?", Will asked...

Paul grinned and said:

"...I don't know. You know my business partners in Berlin? Well... they have decided to buy me back..."

"Huh?", Will said... "But why?"

"Well... over the past few months, some business opportunities have arisen... to invest into some industries in Germany and Poland... and I've refused..."

"But why?"

"(...) In each case, I've studied the documents... the balance-sheets... and in each case, it didn't make sense: No salaries were paid to the workers... Of course, I asked my business partners questions about that... and all they told me was that the workers were "for free"... and that I shouldn't ask too many questions about that! That didn't make sense! So I vetoed the investments... and I guess they got tired of me..."

"And?", Will asked...

"Well... In our partnership contract, it is clearly stipulated that if you want to get rid of a partner, you have to offer him to sell to him your shares... at a fixed price... and if he decides not to buy your shares, he has no choice but to sell his own shares to you, at the same price. It's called a "Shot gun clause"... Anyway, they offered to sell me their shares... knowing I wouldn't buy them... and so, I had no choice but to sell them mine. And that's what happened: They bought me out!"

"How did they pay you? With Reichsmarks?", Will asked his lover Paul...

"Yeah! They paid me in Reichsmarks... deposited on my bank account in Switzerland... and the same day, I used all that money to purchase gold! I didn't want to get stuck with Reichsmarks... and I tell you, Will... I made a hefty profit", Paul answered, laughing his heart out...

"...So... You no longer have any investment in Germany?", Will asked...

"Oh, I still have some... but not much! That's why I say I wouldn't be surprise if they decide to cut my direct phone line to Berlin..."

Fortunately... that never happened!

Then one night in September of 1943, François asked Paul:

"Um... can Philippe stay over here for the night? It's late... and the Métro (subway) has stopped working..."

"Huh?", Paul said, looking at his young friend...

"Well... With Ludwig, we were having fun in our den, listening to our records... and we didn't keep track of the time... Now... it's getting late, and if Philippe doesn't stay here for the night, we have a big problem!", François explained to Paul...

"Well... we do have a problem here, don't we?", Paul said... "Where do you want him to sleep? All the other bedrooms have been closed for... what? Three years? He can't sleep in one of them..."

"Hey", Ludwig said... "No problem... He'll sleep with us in our bedroom... All we have to do is to push our two beds together... that way, we'll have enough space in there for the three of us... what do you think Paul?"

"...Well... If it's okay with you Ludwig... then I guess...", Paul answered...

"No problem!", Ludwig answered, laughing...

"Okay then...", Paul finally said... before saying to François:

"Hey you... Come here... Yeah, you! Do I smell beer? Have the three of you been drinking?"

"...Um...", François answered, a bit embarrassed...

"Oh come on Paul...", Ludwig said, coming to his best friend's rescue... "It's Friday night... we only had a few beers, that's all..."

Paul looked at them for a minute, then said:

"...A few beers huh?... Sure! You smell like you drank plenty... Don't let Will see you like that...you hear? I can't believe I'm covering for you guys! Now, go to bed..."

"Yessss!", Ludwig and François answered, knowing perfectly well Paul wouldn't say a word to Will about that: Will felt responsible for his younger brother and was...well... rather stiff about alcohol... Paul was more... liberal!

"... I can't resist you guys!", Paul finally said to Ludwig and François, laughing... as the two young friends were running to their den to fetch Philippe... who was... well... a bit buzzed out!

The three friends went upstairs to François and Ludwig's bedroom, and then pushed their two beds together...

"...That's perfect!", Ludwig said, looking down at the result...

They all went to bed, and finally turned the lights off!

Of course... they didn't go to sleep right away... and started talking and making jokes...

But eventually, they did go to sleep.

And later during the night, François... who was sleeping between Ludwig and Philippe... woke up... then listened in the dark for a while... and finally turned to Ludwig and whispered to him:

"... Are you doing what I think you're doing?"

Ludwig smiled in the dark and answered:

"...Can't help it... Sorry pal!"

"You make me horny!", François answered...

"Me too...", they heard Philippe say, from his side of their makeshift bed...

Both Ludwig and François turned to look at Philippe, laughing their heart out... 

"You were not sleeping?", they both asked their friend...

"... What do you think? (...) And with that hardon I have...", Philippe answered, grinning...

"... You have a hardon too?", François asked his lover...

"Yeah!", Philippe answered... "And I'm oozing so much, you wouldn't believe it..."

"... So am I...", François answered, grinning...

"What the hell are we going to do about that, guys?", Ludwig asked his two friends...

"...We're gonna take care of our needs... won't we?", François answered, laughing...

"Hey guys... Don't worry because I'm here in bed with you two... I don't care, you know...", Ludwig said... "So if you want to fuck... feel free to do so..."

"Oh come on Ludwig!", François exclaimed...

"No no... I swear... I don't care... Beside, I'd like to watch, if you see what I mean... Oh, come on guys... let's do it!", Ludwig finally said...

"Hey pals...", Philippe said... "There's something I've been wanting to do for a long time..."

"What's that?", François asked his lover...

"Well..." Philippe started to say... "Since you've lost most of your hair "down there"... I mean...

"Yeah... So what?", François said...

"Well... I want to shave... to look like you... I find it very sexy...", Philippe answered, turning on his side in the bed to look at François...

"What?", François exclaimed... "You find it sexy?"

"Yeah!", Philippe admitted... "Don't you, Ludwig?"

"Um... I don't know... Yes, I guess... After all, Will, Paul and Franz are all shaved "down there"... and I must say... well... they look good...", Ludwig answered...

"Oh come on, guys...", François said...

"No, I swear I like it François...", Philippe said, looking at his lover in the dark... "So let's move on to the shower..."

"Are you kidding?", François answered...

"No!... I've been thinking about that for a while...I'm telling you...", Philippe replied, grinning...

"...Let's go guys...", Ludwig said, laughing...

"Yeah!", Philippe answered.

So they all walked over to the bathroom where Ludwig turned the lights on...

"Do you think the three of us will fit in there?", he asked his two friends, looking at the shower...

"No problem!", Philippe answered, laughing... "It's quite big!"

They all entered the shower and indeed, it was large enough to accommodate the three of them...

"Who's first?", Ludwig asked, laughing...

"Me...", François answered... "It won't take long... But first, let's take a shower..."

Before long, the three of them were standing under streaming water...

As François began to soap and wash Philippe's back, Philippe took a soap and began rubbing his hands all over Ludwig's rippling stomach working up a lather. Ludwig's eyes closed against the water, his huge cock hanging over his sack and water and soap dripping from his foreskin... He looked incredible...

Philippe pushed backwards with his body, forcing François against the cold tiles, his butt against his François' crotch. Then, Philippe began making grinding movements, and his lover's cock responded quickly by growing hard and poking at him, as he rubbed himself against François.

Philippe was still rubbing his hands over Ludwig's chest and all over his hard stomach... his fingers finding their way through his blond pubic hair. Finally, Philippe felt Ludwig's big dick in his hand. He was still soft.

He bent down and gave Ludwig's dick a kiss... Then, he took it in his mouth...

Ludwig's soft cock filled his mouth and he started to play around with it with his tongue...

Of course, it didn't take long before Ludwig started getting hard and soon enough, Philippe felt it coming to life inside his warm mouth...

As Philippe kept making grinding movements with his butt against his lover's crotch, he heard François moan softly...

Ludwig pulled away from the streaming water and looked down at Philippe who was sucking on his hard cock: God, the guy was talented!

Ludwig was groaning and moaning so much by now, François knew his best friend was about to cum. He leaned forward to Philippe and whispered in his ear: "Don't make him cum... not yet... We've just started..."

"Un-huh", Philippe answered, letting go of Ludwig's throbbing dick...

"Hey! What the hell are you doing...", Ludwig said... "I was almost there..."

"Yeah... That's the problem with you, straight guys: You just don't know how to make it last for a while...", Philippe answered, grinning...

"Fuck!", Ludwig answered...

"Yeah... I hope you will fuck me... with that nice, big dick of yours...", Philippe answered, laughing...

"Don't count on that!", Ludwig answered, laughing... "That would be queer..."

"No it wouldn't", François said... "And anyway... who cares? As long as it's fun..."

"Yeah well...", Ludwig started to say... then closed his mouth, not saying anything else... since he didn't really know what else to say...

"Hey! Don't forget we have a shaving job to do guys...", Philippe said, grinning...

"Yeah!", François answered.

Philippe turned around to face his lover and stared at his face, with water trickling down its beatiful contours. He leaned in to him and their hard cocks collided. He wanted him so bad. He kissed him, his hands finding their way to his lover's hard dick, stroking it a few times. François moaned into his lover's mouth then, as their lips parted, François said:

"Let's do me first..."

François laid down on the shower floor, and Ludwig shut the water off. He then turned to Philippe and said:

"I'll get what we need..."

Ludwig got off the shower and a few minutes later, he was back with a pair of scissors, shaving cream and a razor...

François did nothing but stretch out on his back on the floor: Philippe did the rest, as Ludwig was watching, giving his hard, aching dick a few, firm squeezes...

Philippe went to work with the scissors, reducing his lover's bush to coarse stubble and Ludwig watched breathlessly when Philippe lathered his lover's manhood and began shaving him clean.

François grinned at Philippe as he rubbed his hand over the newly shaven pubes above his cock: It felt wonderful!

"Now... It's Ludwig's turn!", François said, raising from the floor so Ludwig could lay down there...

"...Um...", Ludwig said... "I'm not really sure guys... I mean... I love my pubes...", he said, looking down at his blond pubic bush...

"Oh come on Ludwig... What the hell! It's only hair... it will grow back...", Philippe said to his friend, laughing, playing with the pair of scissors like some demented barber...