My German Lover, Part 27 chapter 5

Finally I slowly withdrew my softening cock out of Mike and he turned to look at me with a sexy grin cracking his devilishly handsome face:

“That was… sooooo good Jack!”, he whispered…

“Yeah…”, I answered in a low voice…

I wrapped my arms around Mike’s torso, bringing our lips together in a sweet, gentle kiss. As it always does when I kiss Mike, an electric jolt passed between us as his tongue entered my mouth, seizing my own tongue and wrestling with it.We once again embraced in a passionate kiss and wrapped ourselves in each others arms. After a while kissing like that, I broke our embrace to look at Mike and said:

“Look at you: You’re a mess…”

“Speak for yourself dude…”, Mike answered, laughing… “Let’s turn the shower on and clean ourselves…”

“Yeah”, I answered, grinning…

Mike turned the shower on and without saying a word, he just grabbed me and pulled me under the showerhead with him. After kissing me, he reached behind me for the soap and worked the soap in his hands, building up a lather. Then he rubbed the suds over every inch of me, massaging my shoulders, chest, back legs… everywhere. But when he began rubbing the suds over my limp dick, playing with it with his hand I burst out laughing and said:

“Oh no you don’t, smartass… Remember? We said a quick shower! You can continue playing with my dick like that, it won’t go hard! I’m bushed. Totally. Completely. Period.”

“…Darn!”, he answered, grinning…

“Yeah well… we’re just starting our vacation you know. Don’t worry. We’ll have plenty of time to fool around later…”

“Okay okay…”

So we finished washing ourselves then laughed all the way back to our bed.

We went to bed and Mike laid down behind me, cuddling me. And when I felt his hardon pressed against my arse crack I laughed and said:

“Forget it! You’re a sex animal. That’s what you are.”

“…Yeah… and you like that!”

“Shut up, and go to sleep, you beast…”, I answered, laughing…

“Oh well… Night…”

“Yeah… Nigth!”

The morning after, we got up and Mike called his parents. We agreed with them that we would travel to Lyon on Friday and that we would spend the next weekend over there with them… As Mike was about to hang up the phone with his mother, I heard him say:

“…Don’t worry about that mum. We’ll share my bed. It’s large enough for the both of us. Don’t worry.”

Mike hung up and smiled to me:

“Mum was worried as to where we would be sleeping… Poor mum! As you know Jack, my parents aren’t rich and we have a small house. The only place where we can sleep is in my bedroom. We don’t have a guest bedroom… Mum thought that you could take my room, while I would sleep in the living room on a couch. (…) I told her we would be sharing my bed…”

“And what did she say?”

“I think she was glad. She always worry about details like that…”

“Well, she probably didn’t know what to think, you know… and felt a bit uncomfortable about the whole thing. I mean, unless you told her you just raped me last night, as you always do… forcing me to have sex with you… she doesn’t know where to stand…”

“Oh you…”, Mike shouted out, running after me through the room to get at me…

“See? Look at what you’re doing… trying to catch me like that…”, I hollered laughing, trying my best not to be caught…

Of course, Mike did catch me. And we kissed. And what do you think happened? Yeah! Again!

“Last night, I was right on one count, and you were right on the other count”, I said to him, after we had made love…

“What do you mean?”

“You’re a sex animal. And I love that!”, I answered, laughing…

Later, we went for breakfast and while we were having coffee, Mike asked me:

“So, what are your plans?”

“First, as soon as we go back to our room I’ll call Paul’s sister to see when we could pay her a visit. Then, we’ll rent a car. I have all the notes I took when Paul told me their story, and what I’d like to do is to go to the places he told me about and film them. We could start filming at his home on Foch Avenue… Oh, and tomorrow morning, we have to get up very, very early…”

“Why?”

“Cause I want us to go to the Arc de Triomphe and start filming from there… then slowly make our way down the Champs Élysées while there’s no traffic on the Avenue.

“I don’t understand”, Mike answered, a bit puzzled…

“Look, in June 1940 the German Panzer divisions broke through the Allied front line and swiftly made their way to Paris. It only took them a few days to get here. Learning that the whole Government had fled Paris to try to find safety somewhere in the South of France, the rest of the population in Paris suddenly decided to do the same before the Germans get here. Most of them fled to the South. Paul explained to me that he didn’t flee with the rest of his family because one of them had stay in Paris, to take care of his Grandma. She was very sick and had been admitted at the Hôtel-Dieu Hospital… Anyway. Paul told me that after the population had fled but before the Germans entered Paris, he had gone to see his Grandma at the hospital… He told me about the emptiness he had felt after everyone had gone. He said that on his way to the Hospital, he had seen no car, no traffic on the Champs Élysées Avenue. Nothing. The Place de la Concorde was totally empty, except for a few stranded dogs. He had seen no one. So that’s what I want to recreate. I want us to film the Champs Élysées Avenue and the Place de la Concorde very early in the morning, while there are almost no vehicles or pedestrians around. To recreate that feeling of emptiness…”

“Un-huh… That’s fine with me. As long as you don’t ask me to find a few stranded dogs to put on the Place de la Concorde for you to film them…”

“You’re silly”, I answered, laughing…

Later we called Paul’s sister and she was happy to hear my voice, telling me she was expecting us for dinner the day after. (When I use the term “Dinner” it refers to what our American friends call “Supper”…). Paul had already told her about our visit, and she was thrilled. I told her I wanted to film at her house and she said that it was alright. Paul had told her about that too. She added she had written something… a message of some kind… and that she wanted to read it for Paul and Will as I would be filming. I said that that would be perfect.

The morning after, we got up very early, drove to the Arc de Triomphe then to Avenue Foch where we parked our car. We located Paul’s home there and filmed it from the outside. Then, we walked our way to the Arc de Triomphe while filming. There was no traffic, just as I had hoped.

Once at the Arc de Triomphe, we walked around the Place Charles-de-Gaulle up to the Champs Élysées Avenue. We took the underground passage to the Arc and once there, I started filming the large Avenue with almost no traffic on it. It felt so unreal to see the Champs Élysées Avenue without traffic on it. Normally, it’s so busy… no noisy, bustling with traffic. As it was still very early in the morning, it was almost deserted. Just like Paul had seen it in June 1940…

We went back to our car and drove back to the Champs Élysée Avenue. Once there, we drove our way down to the Place de la Concorde. While Mike was driving, I was filming. Once there, Mike parked the car a few seconds so I could go out and film the large square. It too was almost deserted.

“Yessssss”, I shouted to Mike when I got back into the car… “Just perfect! Just what I wanted…”

“Now… where do we go?”

“To the Hôtel-Dieu Hospital…”

As I was filming, Mike drove us towards the “Île de la Cité” where the Notre Dame Cathedral and the Hôtel-Dieu Hospital are located. He took the “Notre Dame” bridge and as we were driving on Rue de la Cité I told Mike:

“Hey… look how lucky we are. There’s plenty of parking space on the street. Just park there…” 

“Hey pal… hold your horses. We don’t have the right to park here. Look at the sign: This is a no parking zone. We can’t leave the car here… we’ll get towed.”

“Okay okay… just stay in the car while I go filming at the Hospital. I won’t take long… If you see a policeman, start driving around the block until I come back…”

So I walked towards the Hospital while filming. I filmed the old Court of Honor and went inside the entrance hall to do some filming.

“You can’t film in here, young man…”, I heard a guard telling me…

“Why?”

“It’s forbidden…”

“But why?”

“Don’t ask me. It’s forbidden, that’s all!”

“Sorry. I didn’t know that.”, I answered, looking at the guard. He wasn’t young, far from it. So I asked him:

“For how long have you been working here?”

“Many years. Why?”

“…Oh, it’s just that I’m working on a school assignment, and I was wondering if the Hospital has changed a lot since 1940…”

“Since 1940? Well… I was not even born at the time… but according to what I know, the place hasn’t changed much. Except that the French garden you see outside wasn’t there. It was a parking lot back then… But that’s about all that has changed since then…”

“Thanks a lot Sir. Can I film the Hall for a second. Just for a second… Please…”

“Okay. But do it fast.”

“Thanks again Sir…”

Once I had filmed what I wanted, I ran outside and saw Mike driving down the street, with a police car driving right behind him. I waved at him and he stopped for just a second so I could get into the car. 

“What’s going on?”, I asked…

“What do you think! The policeman you see in the car following me spotted me parked on that street and he wanted to give me a parking ticket. I told him I was waiting for some one who was at the Hospital but I don’t think he believed me. I think he found it suspicious that I was parked so near to the Palais de Justice (Court House). He didn’t give me that goddam ticket though, but told me to leave immediately. And you should have seen how rude that guy was. I don’t know why policemen get rude as soon as they see they’re dealing with a young guy. However polite I was, he was rude… and since then, I’ve kept driving around the block, with him in tow…

“Oh but I know why he was rude…”

“Oh yeah?”

“Sure! He saw how handsome you are and he fell for you. But being a policeman, he didn’t want to show his emotions… so he was rude, just to hide his feelings for you”, I answered, laughing…

“Smartass…”

At that, Mike waved at the policeman who was still following us in his car. I looked back and saw the policeman wasn’t smiling…

“Get the hell out of here, before he thinks we’re going to rub the Bank of France!”, I said to Mike, laughing…

Mike turned across to look at me and said:

“Anyway… where are we going now?”

“To the Palais Bourbon…”

“WHAT?”, Mike exclaimed… “Are you kidding… You want us to drive to the Assemblée Nationale? ( the National Assembly, or French Parliament building…). With that policeman following us?”

“What’s the problem?”

“Hey dude… You’ve been away from France for too long. If we go there with that guy following us like that, he’ll jump to the conclusion we’re planning something bad… to plant a bomb at the Assembly or something like that… Let’s go back to Hôtel Meurice instead. We’ll leave the car there, then we can walk to the Palais Bourbon… We don’t need the car and that way, we’ll get rid of that stupid policeman following us…”

I burst out laughing and said:

“You’re getting paranoid…”

“Oh yeah? Well…if you were that policeman behind us… wouldn’t you find it a bit suspicious to see a guy driving round and round in front of the Palais de Justice… then to see him drive to the National Assembly? Huh?” 

“I guess I had forgotten the Palais de Justice was located so near to the Hospital…”

“Yeah well don’t ask me to drive to the National Assembly with him following us! I know I’m crazy… but not that crazy. So let’s go back to the Hôtel, huh? What do you say?”

“Okay, fine…”

We drove back to Le Meurice and at the gate to the underground parking, a guard checked our papers making sure we were clients of the Hôtel. He opened the gate to let us enter and I turned back to see if the police car was still there. Yup! He was still there, looking at us. I waved at him, but he didn’t waved back. I guess he was stunned to see we were clients of Le Meurice…

“We got rid of that bastard…”, I said to Mike, laughing…

“Not too soon…”

We parked the car and ran upstairs to the lobby of the Hôtel… then walked out of it and found ourselves back on Rue de Rivoli…

“You didn’t tell me why you want to film the Palais Bourbon…”, Mike asked…

“Oh…sorry. You see, back in June 1940, when the Wehrmacht took Paris many of its services were installed here, at Le Meurice. As Will and Lutz were members of the Wehrmacht, working as translators, at first their office was located right here. And it’s to Le Meurice that Paul was taken to, to be interrogated when he got arrested cause he didn’t have his papers with him… And it’s here also that Paul and Will met for the first time. Now, I don’t know where in the Hôtel he was taken to, but I know it was here. So I guess we’ll just film around a bit… so they can see what the Hôtel looks like nowadays…”

“Un-huh… and anyway this place is a bit like Versailles: It’s so grand… that I don’t think it has changed much since 1940…”

“Right”, I answered, grinning…

“But that doesn’t tell me why you want to film the Palais Bourbon…”

“Paul told me that later during the summer of 1940, Will and Lutz’s services were moved to the Palais Bourbon, where they worked until the Liberation…”

“They were working at the National Assembly?”

“Hey… are you listening to me when I tell you something or what?”, I answered, laughing…

“Huh?”

“I told you that before the Germans got here, the Government had fled to the South… so when the Germans got here, the Palais Bourbon was just an empty shell… that’s the reason why the Kommadant Von Gross-Paris moved many of its services there… Paul also said that other services were installed in the Hôtel Crillon… and that the Luftwaffe took the Palais du Luxembourg…”

“You’re kidding?”

“No no, I swear to you…”

“The Luftwaffe… at the Palais du Luxembourg? Shit! I wonder who took the Palais de l’Élysée, where the President lives…”

“Good question. I didn’t ask Paul. We’ll have to ask him when we go back… So anyway, that’s why I want to film the Palais Bourbon… to show Will and Lutz the place where they worked during the war…”

“…Well let’s walk over there, huh? It’s right over there” Mike said, pointing to the beautiful building located on the other side of the Seine River from where we were standing. “Let’s take the Pont de la Concorde.” (Concorde bridge) .

We crossed the bridge and while on the bridge, I began filming. We slowly walked our way to the Palais Bourbon, then all around it. Of course, we didn’t know where Will and Lutz’s services were located at the time of the war, but I filmed everything.

“Perfect!”, I said… That’s what I wanted to film… Now, let’s go back to Le Meurice. We’ll take a shower then get dress to go to our dinner at Paul’s home…”

“A shower, huh?”, Mike answered, with a sexy grin on his face…

“Yeah. A SHOWER! Not a fuck festival! We have a dinner to attend, remember?”, I answered, rolling my eyes, laughing…

“Oh… but maybe… It’s not my fault if I’m horny…”

I turned across to look at Mike with a small smile on my face:

“…Maybe a quick one?”

“Yesssss. Right on dude!”, he answered, beaming…

We ran to the Hôtel and to our room. In no time we had stripped and were on our bed, making love. And it wasn’t a “quick one”. We took all our time. So much so that later on, we had to run to the shower then we quickly got dress. We went to the lobby where I bought flowers for Paul’s sister and where Mike bought a very expensive box of fine chocolates for her. Then the porter called a cab for us. We didn’t want to drive to Paul’s home, since we knew we would never find a parking space on Avenue Foch at this time of the evening…

When we got there, I paid the driver and we got out of the car.

“Hey… you look gorgeous in your suit!”, I said to Mike, looking at him with a grin on my face…

“Thanks. You look pretty good yourself you know. Just like the Prince of Wales…”

“Well, that’s not a compliment. Do you know who’s the Prince of Wales?”

“Huh… no…”

“Prince Charles. With his big ears and his big teeth…”

“Oh shit. That’s not what I meant. I meant… that you look fantastic. Not like that silly goat…”

“That’s better”, I answered, laughing…

Mike and I looked at Paul’s mansion for a few minutes, and Mike said:

“Shit! That’s something! Are you sure we are invited there?”

“Yeah! And do you know what? That’s exactly what I said to my parents when we came here last year! And you’ve seen nothing yet! Come on…”

We walked up the stairs to the big doors and I rang…

A butler opened one of the doors and looked at us.

“Bonsoir. Je suis monsieur Poitras, et voici mon ami monsieur Nadaud. Madame De Brion nous attend…” (Good evening. I am monsieur Poitras, and this is my friend monsieur Nadaud. Madame De Brion is expecting us…).

The butler smiled at us and said:

“Bien sûr. Veuillez entrer messieurs. Madame vous attend au salon. Ayez l’amabilité de bien vouloir me suivre, je vous en prie…” ( But of course. Please, do come in gentlemen. Madame is waiting for you in the drawing room. Will you please follow me?)