My German Lover : Part 16

Instead of blond hair like Lutz, Hans had short curly brown hair, beatiful brown eyes... square jaws, and was taller than Lutz: Probably 6'4, Paul thought. Hans was as masculine as Lutz though, and his masculinity was transpering through each and every pores of his skin...

He was strikingly good-looking, and acted as if he had never realized that...

As they were leaving, Hans looked at Paul and Franz and said:

"Hey guys: It's my last night in Berlin, tomorrow night... What are you doing tomorrow night?"

"... Nothing is planned up...", Paul answered...

"Good! We could go some place, and have some fun..."

"...Sure... that would be fun!", Paul answered, smiling...

"Hey: I want to go with you guys!", Ludwig said...

"... I guess you're still a bit too young to enter night clubs my poor Ludwig...", Hans answered, with a sorrow smile on his face...

"Shit!", Ludwig answered...

"...Sorry...", Hans said. Then, turning to Paul, he said:

"I could be at Hotel Adlon at nine o'clock tomorrow night... and from there, we could go to a place I know, and have a drink..."

"Fine!", Paul and Franz answered...

As planned, the three friends met at nine o'clock the night after... and they all went to one of the last night clubs still opened in Berlin...

"Hitler has ordered almost all of the others closed...", Hans said, as they walked into the night club he had choosen...

"... Yeah! I know...", Paul answered, with a sad smile on his face.

"I'm sure that in Paris, it's quite different... Lutz is very lucky to be stationed over there... and tell me: Since the time he broke up with Klara, has he made a new firlfriend in Paris?", Hans asked Paul...

"Oh... He did!", Franz answered, smiling at Hans... "He's very popular with women, you know..."

"That's my baby brother!", Hans answered, laughing... "You're Swiss, aren't you Franz?", he asked...

"... Don't tell me about my Swiss accent, PLEASE!", Franz answered, laughing...

"No, no...", Hans answered, laughing... "It's just that Lutz never said anything about you in his letters to me..."

Franz kept smiling, although deep inside him, he felt very hurt, hearing that... How come Lutz had not even said a word about him to his brother? How was that possible? After all they had been through... Not a word! He had been Lutz's lover for almost a year, and Lutz had not even mentionned his name to his brother! Shit!

"... Well... I guess he's too busy with women...", Franz answered, laughing...

"Yeah! That's Lutz all right!", Hans joyfully answered...

After a few drinks, the three friends parted since Hans had to leave early for Poland the day after...

"I wish you good luck Hans", Paul said, shaking his hand. "And I hope you'll be able some day to come to Paris... You'll always be welcome there..."

"Thanks a lot pal! And tell Lutz to take good care...", Hans answered, smiling...

"I will...", Paul answered.

"Take good care Hans: You'll always be welcome in Geneva too...", Franz said to him, shaking his hand...

"And take care too pal... It's been fun meeting you...", Hans answered, smiling...

The night after, Will's dad drove Ludwig to Hotel Adlon, where he had to spend the night with Franz and Paul, since they all had to leave early for the Airport...

"... You're gonna have to share a bed with me Ludwig", Paul told him... "...I just couldn't get another room for you... I don't know what's going on here, but the Hotel is booked up!", Paul said to Ludwig, with a sad smile on his face...

"Oh, no problem... except I've gotta tell you about that bladder problem I have...", Ludwig answered, laughing...

"... If you piss on me, I'll kill you!", Paul answered, laughing...

As they were ready to go to sleep, Paul looked at Ludwig...

"What?", Ludwig asked...

"It's just that the more you're getting older, the more you look like Will...", Paul answered, smiling...

"Yeah! But just don't try to fuck me during the night, cause I'm not into that...", Ludwig answered, laughing his heart out...

"... It's gonna be hard to keep my dick away from your arse crack, you know...", Paul answered, as he bursted out laughing...

"...Keep trying, cause otherwise you'll lose your precious dick..."

"I'll try... I'll try" Paul answered, still laughing... "And Ludwig?"

"What?"

"If you wank tonight, please don't shoot on me...", Paul said, still laughing...

"Oh... No problem about that Paul: I've already wanked three times today... So... I should be okay for the night..."

"... Are you serious?", Paul answered...

"Sure! Hey: I'll be sixteen next month... So...", Ludwig answered, laugning...

"Okay, okay... But as I said, if you wank tonight, remember: Don't shoot on me!"

"...I'll try to remember that... I guess Will wouldn't be happy if I did..."

"Nope!", Paul answered, grinning...

"Paul... Can I ask you a question?", Ludwig asked...

"Sure!"

"Do you and Will... well... do you really fuck?"

"That's not a question to ask young man", Paul answered, a bit stunned by Ludwig's openness...

"Why?", Ludwig answered... "I'm just curious... And if I don't ask you, who will tell me... Will won't tell me, I'm pretty sure..."

"...Well... Yes... We fuck!...", Paul cautiously answered...

"And do you eat my brother's cum?"

"L U D W I G!", Paul shouted...

"What?... I eat my own, so why not?"

"You do that?", Paul asked...

"Sure! And I like it...", Ludwig answered, grinning... "It tastes good you know..."

"Oh stop that Ludwig: I feel horny now, because of you...", Paul answered.

"You haven't answered my question..."

"... Yes. I eat Will's cum, and he eats mine. Are you happy now? (...) Now, let's go to bed, and shut up: No more questions, you hear!", Paul answered.

"Oh Paul?"

"W H A T?"

"If you wank during the night... please... don't cum on me... Please?" Ludwig said, laughing his heart out...

"I can't believe we're having this discussion...", Paul answered, laughing...

"Hey... I like you Paul. And do you know why? Cause you're honest with me! You're not a hypocrite! And do you know what? Although I'm not a homosexual, I'm not afraid going to bed with you tonight. Why? Cause I know you love my brother! I know you would never touch me..."

"... You're so right Ludwig. I love you as I love my own brother! Now, give me a big hug, and let's go to bed...

They hugged for a few seconds, then Ludwig said:

"Hey: Unless I'm wrong... Since you're in love with Will... that makes you my brother-in-law, doesn't it?"

"... Yup! I guess so...", Paul answered, laughing...

"Good! So you're part of the family now..."

"I hope so!", Paul answered...

"Yes you are!"

"Now, let's go to sleep, you silly..."

"That's only because you want to abuse my young and very sexy body, huh?", Ludwig asked, laughing...

"... It's true you've got a sexy body... but sorry: Will is sexier than you... and I just can't wait to hold him into my arms..."

"You really love him, don't you?"

"...You wouldn't believe how much, even if I was telling you..."

"I'm happy for you two Paul. Really! And thanks for letting me come to Paris! Without you, I know it wouldn't be possible..."

"You're most welcome Ludwig. I'm so happy you're coming. And you don't know how much Will is... He loves you Ludwig!"

"I know Paul... and I love him too..."

"... Now: IN BED! F A S T!!!", Paul answered, trying to look stern...

"... Yes mother!", Ludwig replied, laughing...

Early the morning after, they were raised by a call from Will's father:

"Do you have a radio in your room?", the man asked...

"... Yes", Paul answered.

"Well... listen to Radio Berlin right now: Goebbels will be making a very important announcement in a few minutes... Call us back later, will you?" Will's dad asked...

"Yes", Paul intriguingly answered...

"Get up", Paul said to Ludwig... "That was your father on the phone... He said we must listen to the radio... Goebbels is about to make a speach..."

"Are you kidding? You want me to get out of the bed to listen to that rat? Why should we be listening to him anyway?", Ludwig answered, yawning...

Paul ran to the radio and found Radio Berlin. At first, they heard a military band playing "Horst Wessel Lied"...

"Oh shit! Not that song again... I can't stand it...", Paul said.

But then, they heard Goebbels saying that, at three o'clock last night, the Reich had decided to invade russia, to stop in advance an invasion of Germay from that country...

"... They are CRAZY!", Ludwig shouted...

Paul immediatly called back Will's father...

"Have you heard?", the man asked...

"Yes!"

"Please Paul.... Take Ludwig out of the Reich as soon as you can. We trust you with his life..."

"You can count on me Sir: We'll be leaving soon..."

"They say Tempelhoff is closed now..."

"Don't worry Sir: I'll find a way out. Don't worry!", Paul answered...

"...I know you will Paul: I trust you! God bless you son!"

"Thanks Sir! God bless you too... And as soon as we reach Paris, we'll give you a call..."

"... All the phone lines with the outside world have been cut...", the man answered...

"... You trust me Sir?"

"Yes!"

"So don't worry... We'll be out of here... And Ludwig will be safe with me, I swear to you...

"... We love you son... And tell Ludwig we love him..."

"...I will Sir!"

"Good luck!"

"Thanks. I love you too..."

As soon as he hung up, Paul called Kurt, their pilot, who confirmed Templehoff was closed to civilian air traffic...

"... Okay", Paul answered... "Then, we'll leave by train... Are you coming with us?"

"... I wish I could, but I can't. I have to stay here in Berlin, and wait for my orders..."

"Is there something I can do for you?", Paul asked...

"No Paul... but thanks! Take care...", Kurt answered.

"You too... take good care!", Paul replied.

Paul, Franz and Ludwig ran to the railway station, where Paul bought first class tickets to Paris...

"I hope you're not in a hurry Sir: The military trains have high priority now..."

"No problem", Paul answered, smiling at the clerk... "As long as we get there..."

"Oh you will... you will... But it's gonna take much longer than usual..."

"...We don't care...", Paul answered.

On their way to Paris, on many occasions, their train was diverted to railway sidings, and they watched many military convoys pass at full speed on the main line, loaded with hundreds of tanks and other armoured fighting vehicules...

"...There're moving them to Russia...", Ludwig said, as such a convoy was passing by..."

"... Yeah! At least, we know now why the Luftwaffe was moving out all those planes to Poland... and why Hans regiment was sent there too..."

"...Do you think he's fighting in Russia?", Ludwig asked, with a terrified look on his face...

"... I don't think his regiment was part of the first wave that went into Russia, though he's probably in Poland by now... Maybe he'll be part of a second or a third wave...", Paul answered...

"... I'm glad I'm not old enough to be in the army...", Ludwig answered.

"Yeah! And I'm glad they're moving all those planes and tanks out of France... and I guess many regiments will also be moved from France and sent to Russia...", Paul said.

"... Do you think Will and Lutz could be sent over there?", Ludwig asked...

Paul smiled and answered:

"Nah! They are translators... not fighting soldiers..."

"...But they are soldiers nonetheless...", Ludwig said.