My German Lover, Part 27, chapter 6 (Conclusion)

Of course, Mike and I had some adjustments to make… Living with another person, well… it needs some adjustments. It’s normal. But we worked out everything just fine!

On a Friday night, Paul called me:

“So, how the lovers are doing?”

I laughed and answered:

“It’s perfect Paul. I’m in heaven!”

“Yeah. I thought so. Mike seems to be an easy guy to live with, and so are you…”

“Thanks…”

“Hey… don’t forget my special dinner tomorrow night…”

“I didn’t forget. And Mike will have the weekend off, so he will be with us…”

“Perfect!”

“You need some help?”

“No, thanks. Just be here at six… and don’t forget the video…”

Again, I laughed… and answered:

“The video? What video?”

“You’ll have to spend at least one year in Purgatory for that…”

“We’ll see about that…”, I answered, laughing… “But don’t worry Paul. I’ll have the video with me…”

“Okay then. We’ll see you tomorrow at six then…”

“Yup”

And indeed at six that evening, Mike and I were at Bagatelle, mingling with the other guests. Mostly family members… including Dr Dubois .

We had Champagne… and after, a delicious dinner was served. As usual, Paul had spare nothing and everything was perfect. Musicians from Fort-the-France had been hired, and during the dinner we were treated to beautiful chamber music…

After the main course, we had dessert wine then dessert… And before coffee was served, Paul invited us all to cross over to the big drawing room…

When we interred the drawing room, we saw that chairs had been conveniently placed, right in front of the big screen TV. Our course I grinned, knowing what was going to happen next…

As we were about to take our seat, Paul told Will, Lutz, Ludwig and Dr Dubois where to sit…

“What’s going on here?”, Will asked, a bit surprised…

“You’ll see. You’ll see”, Paul told him with a nice smile on his face…

As coffee was being served, I asked Paul’s butler to draw the curtains. Before the lights were turned off, I said to the guests:

“As you may know, at Paul’s request, Mike and I went to Europe. While we were there, we made the video you’re about to watch. While Mike and I were making that video, I made sure that some of my comments were recorded on the tape, explaining to the viewer what he’s watching, and why we filmed it. Now what you see in my hand here is a Remote Control. With that, I can pause, I can stop, go forwards or backwards. So if you want me to pause or something… just tell me okay?”

They all nodded…

I looked at Paul’s butler and nodded to him, so he could switch the lights off…

“Ready Paul?”, I asked…

“Yes. Let the good time roll Jack…”

I pushed on the “play” button and the video started…

They found themselves on Avenue Foch, right in front of Paul’s mansion…”

“…He that the mansion on Avenue Foch?”, Will said…

“Yes”, Paul said in a soft voice…

Thanks to my comment, they all understood they we back to 1940, just the day before the Germans interred Paris. The Large Avenue was totally deserted…

“…Yes, it was just like that…”, Paul said… “I remember…”

Then we went to the Arc de Triomphe… with the Place Charles-de-Gaulle totally deserted.

“Oh… la Place de l’Étoile…”, Lutz said…

“It has been renamed “Place Charles-de-Gaulle”, Lutz…” I explained to him…

“Oh. I didn’t know that…

We went down the Champs-Élysées… then to Place de la Concorde, also deserted.

“Sorry Paul. We didn’t find any stranded dog to put there…”, Mike said, grinning…

“Oh yes… The stranded dogs… I remember them…”, Paul said, with a nice smile on his face…

When we got to the Hôtel-Dieu Hospital, Will exclaimed:

“…But that’s the hospital where your mother died?”, he asked Paul…

“Yes. Do you remember that day Will?”

We saw Will turn across to look at Paul. He took Paul’s hand into his and said:

“…Like if it was just yesterday… Yes Paul. I do remember. Everything…”

As we were walking towards the Palais Bourbon, Lutz said:

“…But… But… That’s the Palais Bourbon? Look Will… That’s where we were working…”

“…Look Lutz… Please Jack, could you “pause” for just a minute?”, Will asked…

“Sure” I answered then paused.

“…Look Lutz. Look at that door…” Will said, all excited… “That’s the door we were using each morning to go to our office…”

“Yes… It has not changed much. Unbelievable.”, Lutz answered…

Then we visited all the other places we had filmed in Paris and went back to Paul’s mansion.

We visited the mansion… and as we walked into Will and Paul’s bedroom. Will looked at Paul and said:

“…I glad I can see that room again before I die… We were so happy there… So happy.”

Due to the light coming from the big screen, we saw that Will and Paul had tears in their eyes…

I had told Paul in advance about his sister’s message… because I wasn’t sure he wanted that message to be heard by all the guests. But Paul said that those present would be family members… and that he and Will had no secret for them…

So when we came downstairs, we went to the drawing room where Catherine, Paul’s sister was waiting for us. Then, we heard her tell Will and Paul her message of love, and I must say that most of those present were silently crying, listening very intensively…

After we had finished watching all that we had filmed in Paris… they heard me say that we were now going to Berlin…

“…Berlin?”, Ludwig asked… “You went to Berlin?”

“Yes”, I answered, grinning…

As Paul was watching very intensively he said:

“But… but… that’s Templehof…”

“You remember?”, I asked him…

“Do I remember? But of course I remember…”

Later, we heard Lutz exclaimed:

“But that’s the Charlottenburg Palace? (…) How’s that possible? The last time we were in Berlin, back in 1943… we saw the Palace, and it had been badly damaged…”

“Yes”, I said… “But during the 1950’s and the 1960’s it has been restored…

“Oh. I’m glad they didn’t tear it down. It such a beautiful Palace…”, he said in soft voice…

Then we visited all the other places we had filmed. We went to Gendarmenmarkt… up to the Französischer Dom… and of course, there were many, many pauses… and many “Ahhhhhhs” and “Ohhhhhhs”…

We saw the Staatsoper… the massive Berliner Dom Cathedral… the Brandenburg Gate…

“Look Will…”, Ludwig exclaimed… “They have rebuilt it just like it was before the war… and look… Unter den Linden…”

“Yes. I can’t believe my eyes…”, Will answered. Is so beautiful. Just like it was…”

But then, I got nervous… because I knew where we were going next: Hohenschonnhausen Cemetery… And I didn’t know how Will, Ludwig and Lutz would react…

When we entered the Cemetery, there was total silence in the room…

Then on the big screen, we saw graves of Will and Ludwig’s parents and sister…

“Pause”, I heard Will say. “Please”

I immediately paused.

Our old friends were all sitting on the edge of their chairs…

“Look Ludwig. That’s were mum and dad… and Karen are buried. You remember?”

“Yes…”, Ludwig answered, sobbing…

Shit, I said to myself… I’ve made a big mistake!

Then, after a few minutes, the tape continued and we went to visit the graves of Lutz’s parents.

“Pause. Please”, he asked…

He stared at the screen for a while, then said:

“I wish Hans was here with us to see that…”.

Tears were running down his cheeks… And again, he wasn’t the only one crying…

When the video ended, Paul’s butler switched the lights on, and the curtains were reopened.

But the room was silent. Totally silent. I saw Will rise from his chair and walked over to me. He took me in his arms and kissed me on both cheeks…

“Thanks my friend. I don’t know how you did it… but it’s fantastic. I don’t know what I could do to thank you enough…”

“It’s all thanks to Paul you know… And Mike was with me all the time. He helped me a great deal in the making of that video…”

Will hugged Mike and then he said:

“Don’t worry about Paul. I know what I will do to thank him. But I owe you a lot, guys…and…”

“Just to see you so happy… well that’s all we need…”, Mike answered…

And one after the other Lutz, Ludwig and Paul hugged us, thanking us profusely…

“…You did a fine job my friends. A fine job. Thanks a lot…”, Ludwig said, with tears in his eyes…

As for Lutz, he hugged us. He just couldn’t talk. Obviously, the video had stirred many emotions… But I asked him:

“Did you like it?”

He nodded a few times… and between tears, all he managed to say was: “A lot. A lot.”

Paul was simply ravished…

“You did it guys. You did it. Thanks. From the bottom of my heart…”, he said… “You don’t know how happy you made us. No. You don’t know…”

“We’re glad you liked it. We did our best, you know…”

“Oh but I know. You’re the best guys. Yes. You’re the best…”

A bit later, Champagne was served and of course, during the rest of the evening, many questions were put to us as to how we had made this and that…

During the evening, one of Ludwig’s grandchildren came to me and said:

“Hey Jack. Do you remember the night your parents threw a big beach party… there was a big campfire in front of your house and we were all there, to sing around the fire and Mike was playing guitar?”

“…Yes Yes, I do remember…”

“…And during that party, I had my video camera and I was filming, you remember?”

I grinned. Yeah, I remembered. And I could also remember that that night I was a bit annoyed, seeing him running around the place, filming all the time. But of course, I wasn’t going to tell him that, cause he was a good kid…

“Yeah, I remember seeing you filming…”, I answered, smiling

“…Well I watched that tape… and it’s pretty good you know. I could make a copy for you, if you want…”

“Sure. I’d like that… Thanks pal.”, I answered…

And indeed, a few days later, he gave me a copy of that tape. At the time, I didn’t watch it. It was packed into a box somewhere, and only recently I found it. I’m now glad he gave that copy to me.

Anyway at the end of the end of the evening, as our old friends were getting tired, we hugged them and Mike and I walked back to our house…

As we were walking back home, Mike said:

“…It was a huge success I guess…”

“It sure was. I think our old friends were very happy…”

“No doubt they were. Did you see the way they thanked us?”

“Yeah. It feels good to see them so happy…”

“Sure does… Now, let’s go to bed, shall we?”

“Yeah. Let’s go to sleep…”, I answered…

“Who said anything about going to sleep? All I said is “Let’s go to bed…”, Mike replied with a sexy grin on his face…

“Ohhhhhhh… Have something in mind?”

“Yup. And don’t forget: I’m off tomorrow, so….”

“Un-hum… un-hum… well, what the hell are we waiting for? Let’s run to the house…” 

When we got into the bedroom, Mike was flashing his perfect smile…

“Come here you…”, I said to him, tossing my arms around him…
For a while, I just stared at him. At his sky blue eyes… Then I lowered my eyes a bit and stared at his beautiful, moist lips that were now parted, inviting me closer…

Then the light touch of Mike’s hand on the side of my face made my body tremble…

“Why are you staring at me like that?”, Mike asked, grinning…

“…You’re so beautiful Mike. You’re a fucking fine specimen of a man, you know….”

“No I’m not. Stop saying that…”, he answered, laughing…

“Do you think I don’t see it when girls -and even some guys- are checking you out? They’re all lusting after you. I know what I’m talking about dude. You’re hot. I’m telling you… And even Linda at the Club asked me the other day if you were going out with some one…”

“…She did?”

“I swear she did…”

“And what did you say…”, he asked, laughing…

“That you were taken…”

“Good. I don’t want to have her on my back…”

“…Yeah. But anyway, you’re the hottest dude on earth. That’s why I’m staring at you, cause your hot and you’re mine. All mine…” I said, running my hands through his blond locks…

I then felt his hot breath on my lips. Then I felt his soft, warm lips brush against my own ever so lightly. In that moment, I felt my passion for him wash over me. His strong arms encircled my body as he moved in for a longer kiss. His lips caressed mine and the heat enveloped us as the kiss intensified. His tongue slowly made its way into my mouth and found my own tongue.

I began to slowly grind my crotch into his and soon, I felt his bulge stiffen into his pants…

When our lips parted for a second I looked at him:

“Oh God… I want you so much”, I mumbled whispering… 

With his two beautiful hands, he held my head steady, turning his head a little, planting his full moist lips on my lips. He held my head like that for a while, kissing me passionately…

“…I love you so much Jack”, he later whispered, nibbling the side of my neck…

My dick was practically leaping out of my pants…

Mike unbuttoned my shirt, slowly sliding it off behind me. He reached up and started to massage my pecs, squeezing my nipples. 

“Ohhhhh”, I softly moaned…

He grinned, then started to plant little kisses all over my stomach. Moving up, he lingered just for a second on each nipple before continuing to my neck.

I took the opportunity to pull his shirt up over his head and rub his naked chest. His golden skin was smooth as silk…

My hands wandered down to his belt buckle and deftly undid it, then quickly whipped it off and threw it across the room. I moved to his fly and unbuttoned and unzipped it, then slid his pants down onto his thighs. I didn’t lose time and plunged both hands inside his boxers and seized his hard dick, which was now aching for attention, as was my own… I wrapped my fist around his big cock and began to pump as my other hand cupped his beautiful smooth balls…

“…Oh shit Jack… It feels soooooooo good…”

I backed off for a second so I could take my pants and my boxers off. I kicked off my shoes and removed my sox. Mike did the same and before long, we were stark naked. We kissed as our hands roamed each other’s body.

Mike pressed his hard nude body into mine, wrapping his arms around me. We once again embraced in a passionate kiss with our cock squished between us. I ran my hands over his naked back and his firm ass. I was so damn horny.

As we were standing not too far from our bed Mike guided me to it. He laid on his back, with me on top of him…

We French-kissed for a while. Then I kissed his Adam’s apple and slowly moved up to his left ear, nibbling behind it. I felt Mike shiver and gasp as I did this, so I kept it up for a minute or two, before returning to his mouth. Our tongues intertwined as he wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug… After a while kissing, I freed myself from his embrace, pulled off a little from him and with my hands, I began caressing his chest. I could feel his heart beating rapidly with excitement…

I slowly kissed my way down to his navel, with my right hand caressing his hairless ballsack. Then I kissed my way to my ultimate goal and when I reached his hard, throbbing dick… I kissed the head of his cock. Mike began to moan… and I grinned before taking him into my wet mouth. I began to suck him gently, to keep him from cumming too soon…

Mike’s dick felt so hot and so hard… I took more and more of him into my watering mouth. He was oozing so much into my mouth that I couldn't wait any longer and I began slowly bubbling my head up and down, working his dick the best way I could. Mike was groaning and gasping…

But then, Mike began to squirm a bit and so I knew it wouldn’t be long…

I began to suck him harder, driving him crazy…

“Ohhhhh… You’re gonna make me cum… you’re gonna make me cum…” he cried out as his hips thrust up, fucking my mouth with his hot, throbbing dick…

Then I felt his cock lurch and expand as suddenly his hot cum started shooting into my eager mouth. I squeezed his balls gently, and began to swallow his every drop of his juice as it spurted into my mouth. Once he finally finished cumming, I tenderly suck his swollen knob, sucking him dry.

“Oh God… That feels so great”, Mike moaned… “You’re the best Jack… I’m in heaven… I love you…”

I crawled back on top of Mike and began kissing him tenderly, allowing him to taste his own sweet cum. We lay there for a while afterward, kissing and touching one another’s sweaty naked bodies… My boner stiffer than ever and I was profusely oozing. And even though he had just cummed, Mike’s dick was still very hard… as hard as a rock…

“…My turn…”, Mike said in a husky voice, grinning and looking straight into my eyes…

I looked down into his blue eyes and gave him a sexy grin:

“Ohhhhh but I know what I want…”, I said…

“Oh?”

“Yup”, I answered, laughing…

Within seconds, I was straddling his groin, feeling my bare ass rubbing his hard dick…

“…That’s what I want…”, I said, looking at him… holding his upright thick cock…

Mike was grinning from ear to ear…

“I’m going to fuck your big guy here… and I’m going to bring us to heaven… Have you ever heard Fred Aistair sing “I’m heaven”?…

“No. Wasn’t that guy an actor?

“Anyway… after I’m finish, you won’t be dancing on the tables… and you won’t be tap dancing either… but you will be moaning like you have never moaned before. I swear to you…”, I answered, laughing…

“Stop talking, and start acting… I’m waiting…”, he answered, laughing…

“Un-huh…”, I answered, grinning… “Un-huh…”

At that, I planted my palms on his hard chest and began to pinch his nipples before we kissed again, lowering my upper half. His hands gripped my sides, elevating me until my pucker was stationed right above the head of his swollen oozing knob. I felt his knob rub my hole and I let out a sigh…

“Yeah…”, Mike said in a husky voice… “Lower your bubble butt, and sit on my dick”, he whispered…

“That’s what I’m planning to do…”, I answered, grinning…

The head of his hard dick was stretching my ass ring and I groaned loudly when he entered me…

“Ohhhhh… you’re so tight… easy does it, easy now…”, Mike whispered, gripping my hips.

He lowered my buttocks an inch at a time down his hard, oozing dick until my ass felt his blond, neatly trimmed pubes rubbing my bum and the underside of my smooth nutsac.

Cupping his hands under my thighs, my legs separated farther until my ass gripped the base of his fuck post.

“Ummmmm… That feels sooooo damn good”, I moaned…

“Yeah…” he whispered… “You can say that again…”

I began to grunt and groan when his big hard dick began to twitch and jolt deeply within my ass, stretching my love tube.

Mike cupped my buns and began slowly moving my butt up and down with me torturing his nipples…

“It’s awesome…”, I shouted out when the head of his big dick began massaging my prostate…

Chills were running up and down my spine each and every time that he was rubbing my love spot. My dick felt so fucking hard… and I just couldn’t stop oozing precum. Mike looked at my oozing boner then wrapped his right fist around it and began jacking me off. I started to move my hot bum up and down his throbbing dick…

“…Yeah Jack. Yeah”, Mike moaned… “As fast or as slowly as you want… That’s it babe… Ohhhhhh….”

I began slamming my ass to the base of his upright shaft and started to fuck his cock harder and harder, making sure I was slamming my ass to the base of his dick each and every time. His knob continued caressing my prostate and I started whimpering.

“Oh what a fuck Mike…”, I shouted out, moaning and gasping… “Keep jacking me off Mike. Faster. Faster…”

“…Are you close Jack? How close are you… I’m almost there…”, he shouted out after a minute or two…

“Yeah… almost there Mike. Almost… keep going…”

“…Just don’t stop fucking my dick babe…”

“Ahhhhhhhhh”, I cried out when my dick began unloading again and again…

“I’m gonna shoot babe…”, Mike shouted out almost immediately…

His dick jolted around deeply inside my love chute when my ass ring pinched the base of his cock. Then I felt the awesome warmth within my ass…

“Yesssssss”, Mike cried out, depositing rope after rope of his young creamy spunk deeply within my butt…

“That was….. sooooooo good”, I said, “Sooooo good…”

“Shit yeah…”

I leaned my torso down over Mike and began kissing him tenderly, with his dick deep inside my ass…

“I sure wish we could stay like that for eternity Jack…”, Mike whispered in my ear…

“So do I Mike… But look at us. We’re a mess… We’re all sweaty, and we smell…”

“…Like two guys who have just made love?”

“Yeah”, I answered, laughing… “We need a shower…”

“Better than that… let’s go skinny dipping…”

“Are you crazy? It’s almost 2am…”

“So what? I’m off tomorrow… are you in a hurry to go to sleep?”

I burst out laughing… “No”, I answered…
“So let’s go… no one will see us… there’s no one on the beach at this time of the night…”

“Okay. Let’s go…”

So we ran into the warm sea, and played for a while… splashing one another…

When we finally made out of the water Mike turned across to look at me and said:

“Why don’t we make a small fire on the beach in front of the house…”

“Why not…”

“Start collecting the wood and I’ll go get what we need…”, he said…

“…Don’t forget the matches, huh? I answered, grinning…

A bit later, Mike was back with a large towel, two cold Lorraines (the local beer…) and his guitar…

We started a small fire, spread the towel near the fire and sat. Everything was so quiet… All we could hear was the beautiful rhythmical noise made by the waves that were slowly dying on the beach, one after the other… I looked up at the sky and smiled, looking at all the stars twinkling up there… It was so romantic…

Then Mike took his guitar and began playing a few love songs… beautiful songs.

“…Don’t worry… I wont try to sing…”, I said to him, laughing…

“Better not. But you can hum though. But don’t sing, please…” he answered, grinning…

“Un-huh…”, I replied. “Don’t worry!”

But Mike had a beautiful voice, and he softly sang some of the songs he was playing. 

“…I love that song”, I said, listening to him singing a song…

“That’s “Lonely sky”… Chris de Burgh used to sing that song…”

“Beautiful. But a bit sad, isn’t it?

“TAKE CARE, IT’S SUCH A LONELY SKY,
THEY’LL TRAP YOUR WINGS MY LOVE AND HOLD YOUR FLIGHT,
THEY’LL BUILD A CAGE AND STEAL YOUR ONLY SKY,
FLY AWAY, FLY TO ME, FLY WHEN THE WIND IS HIGH,
I’M SAILING BESIDE YOU IN YOUR LONELY SKY…”

“My sky isn’t lonely, you know”, I whispered… “You’re right there beside me… and we’re flying so high…”

“…I’ll always be sailing beside you babe. Always…”, he answered before kissing me…

“I love you Mike…”

That night was a memorable one. Up until the day I die, it will be with me… I’ll never forget. Never.

The days, the weeks and the months came and went… and we were happy. Life was good. So good. Everything was going smoothly, and I was doing fine in college…

Sometimes, when Mike was off, we would invite a few of his very good friends for dinner. Friends he was trusting and to whom he had told everything…

There was Louise… Martin… Roberto and of course Catharina…

We had a lot of fun, all together…

“When are your final exams?” Mike asked me one night…

“In a month, why?”

“Just asking, that’s all. You know, I’m off next weekend and I was wondering…”

“What?”

“Why don’t we go to Fort-de-France on Saturday. I’d like to do some shopping… and then, maybe, we could see a movie…”

“What movie?”

“Don’t know… anything…”

“Sure. Why not…”

So that Saturday, we left early and drove to Fort-de-France. We spent the day shopping then we had dinner at Marie-Sainte, a restaurant I like… and where we were served a generous portion of succulent homestyle Creole cooking. It was delicious…

Then we went to see a movie. Nothing special. Just a movie. Not bad, but not good either…

After the movie Mike asked:

“…Want to go for a coffee at l’Impératrice?”
“…Nah. It’s getting late… and we have an hour and a half drive in front of us. Want me to drive?”

“Sure…”

We took the Boulevard du Général de Gaulle to Route Nationale 1 (N1) in the direction of Le Lamentin, then we took the N5 towards Sainte-Luce. As the night was very dark and as there are many curves on that road, I wasn’t driving very fast. We were making small talk. And as we were entering a steep curve Mike shouted:

“…Hey… look at that car coming at us…”

A car was coming in the opposite direction and suddenly I saw it crossed the center line at great speed… I saw Mike brace himself and I hit the breaks hard… Then all I remember is dust flying all around me.

When I woke up, I was laying in a bed… some place… I didn’t know where. And I was hurting like hell. I just couldn’t move my left arm… nor my left leg. I had an IV and some other tubes on my right arm… With my right arm, I lifted my sheets and saw a tube coming out to the end of my cock. And that’s when I saw I had a plaster cast on my left leg as well as on my right arm. The cast on my left arm was from my shoulder to the tip of my fingers… and as I raised a bit, I saw that the cast on my left leg was from my hip to my toes.

I began looking around the room and saw Lutz sitting there, not too far from my bed. He was dozing…

I was feeling groggy… and when I tried to move, I groaned in pain…

Lutz woke up and looked at me with a big smile:

“…You’re awake?”

“Yeah… I answered… Where the hell am I?”

“At the hospital.”

“The hospital?”

“Yes. You’re at the Pierre-Zobda-Quitman Hospital in Fort-de-France…”

“What am I doing here?”

“You had an accident… don’t you remember?”

“… An accident?”

“Yes. A car accident…”

“A car accident… I…. I… “

I concentrated to try to remember… I was hurting and I was feeling very sleepy…

“…Yes… a car accident… I… I remember that a car was coming fast at us and Mike shouted… HEY… WHERE IS MIKE… WHERE IS MIKE… I hollered…”

“Calm down. Calm down will you. Otherwise I will have to call the nurse…”

“WHERE IS HE?”

“Is here. At the hospital. Now calm down…”

“Where?”

“He’s been admitted into the intensive care unit…”

“Why is he in ICY? Why Lutz?”

“Calm down now…”

Lutz walked over to my bed. There was a buzzer sitting next to my bed. He pressed the button and seconds later a nurse came in…

“…Oh, you’re awaken? Good…”, she said to me, with a nice smile on her face…

“He’s agitated…”, Lutz told her…

“I want to see Mike. Right now. You hear…”