SS Outpost
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Jeff B
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KAPITEL ZEHN
CHAPTER 10
Tuesday, 8 May 1945.
We’d been in Argentina for two and a half years and just learned one morning that the war was finally over. Wilhelm Keitel had signed the unconditional surrender of all German forces. We’d learned that Hitler had killed himself, along with his new bride, Eva Braun, a little over a week before. We were all just looking at each other, smiles on our faces, trying to take in all we had just learned; trying to believe that it was real, that we were free men once again.
Even after we’d arrived in Argentina two and half years ago, we had trouble believing that it would ever come. It took us months just to relax enough to resume a normal life. We’d met with one of Peter’s South American contacts just a day after arriving, and over the next week he had managed to get us moved to Cordoba, a small city almost a thousand kilometers from where we got off the ship, and found us a place to live. Our dreams of living on the beach were squashed, but we did manage to take that walk we had all dreamed of. None of us seemed that concerned that we’d be living so far from the water after our almost two weeks at sea. We bought a secluded 3-bedroom house on the outskirts of town, in a wooded, mountainous area, after getting our dirty money exchanged for Pesos, 430,000 of them. We would all live in that house together for almost a year and half before life’s choices, and natural progression would intervene.
Wolfy and I were pretty much back to being a couple just two months after we’d moved into our new home. Jan had done what I had assumed he would; he decided that being a third in a homosexual relationship wasn’t really where his heart lay. He and Alex shared a room, in separate beds, the whole time we lived in Cordoba. We’d had sex together several times during that first couple of months, but only once since then; about six months later. The three of us still share a deep love for each other; but the sexual relationship had run its course.
Peter had lasted two months being sedentary before he found a job with a local carpenter. We had purchased wardrobes for all of our bedrooms from a man who lived about 2 kilometers from us, and not long after, Peter was asking him if he needed any help. He started as an apprentice, but within a month, after proving what he’d learned on the family farm as a boy, he was not only a craftsman, but also doing a lot of sales and bookwork for the business. The second week in March, 1943, a young woman, Greta, came in looking to have a curio cabinet built. By May of that year they were dating; my best friend and confidant had fallen in love. Greta was a little taken aback at first that the five of us shared a house together, and Wolfy and I were lovers, but was soon a part of our family. Peter and Greta spent equal amounts of time at her flat in Cordoba and our home outside of town; by Christmas that year they were planning their wedding, to be held in our home. I had been truly honored when Peter asked me to be his best man, and after a simple ceremony at the house, they were wed on 10 April 1943. The happy couple had their first son, Manfred, just two months ago; and the lucky boy now had four doting ‘uncles’ who thought he was the greatest thing since the invention of the wheel.
Wolfy found his first job in February, 1943, at the only German restaurant in Cordoba. He told me that he’d eaten there a few times, and the thing they needed most was someone that knew their way around a pork chop. It didn’t escape anyone’s notice that the restaurant was right next door to the bakery he’d found the third day we’d been in town. We were all starting to wonder just how much of his salary had gone to that bakery when he’d come home with two thirds of what he said he’d be earning. Not that any of us complained much; they all had the same sweet-tooth they’d left Germany with. By June of that year he was managing the kitchen and had added a few of his favorite dishes to the menu. The woman who owned the restaurant had come to love him like a son; enjoying his playfulness and cocky attitude just as much as I always had. They hired a new waitress in late September, a cute young girl named Amelie, whom Wolfy thought would be a perfect match for Jan. She was confident and smart, and didn’t take any guff from anyone. Wolfy believed Jan would’ve met his perfect match. After spending three weeks cajoling Jan, he finally agreed to come in and meet her; they started dating within a week. On my 35th birthday on 8 October he’d brought her to the house to meet the rest of the family. She thought that five men living in the same house was a great idea, but we needed to cut back on the testosterone in the place. I’d begun to notice little feminine touches appearing throughout the house by Christmas, and our second Christmas, with both Greta and Amelie, was like all of our mother’s had moved in. There was no talk of marriage yet, but I knew Jan as well as I knew Wolfy; that boy was head over heels in love, and I knew he would never let her get away.
With my man and my best friend working now, I started to think I’d better get my ass in gear and find a job. In late February, 1943, I started work as a maintenance flunky at a medium sized hotel in Cordoba. It wasn’t going to be my life’s work by a long shot, but we couldn’t just keep spending the money we’d brought with us. The first month I worked there I had been put on the night shift, and though I hated not spending my nights with Wolfy, it didn’t take me long to move up a little and get a day shift. By July I was the second man in charge and I had 2 young men who were taking orders from me. My life as a commander had continued; though in the private sector, and I made sure to tell them that we worked as a team at all times. I made damn sure I didn’t become as close with them as I had my last team, but we all liked each other and worked well together. I really missed being a policeman but I couldn’t exactly run to the local constabulary and try to join up. We all had the Argentinean papers and passports that Peter’s contact had secured for us, but being in a law enforcement environment was just pushing my luck too far in not being discovered. Working for that hotel did provide me the experience I would later need in the next chapter of my life with Wolfy, however, so I look back on it with fond memories.
Jan and Alex had both started working at the lumber mill in Cordoba in March, 1943. Neither one of them had done more with lumber than help cut it when we’d added a second bathroom to our house, but they said they enjoyed working there. Peter and I both gave them a hard time for awhile, telling them that they just enjoyed playing with wood; in any of its forms. Alex and Jan had become very close, not only living together, but working together as well. We all wondered if there was anything going on between them but were, for once in our lives, gentlemen enough not to ask. We never saw any outward signs that they were doing anything sexual, and once Jan met Amelie we decided that even if they had been fucking each other, it was a safe bet that was over now. Sometime in late September they met one of the sailors from the Graf Spee, Kaleb, when he was there buying lumber to finish a new home he’d been building. It turned out we were only 80 kilometers north of Villa General Belgrano, and the crew of the ship, in tandem with the original settlers, had come a long way towards turning their little hamlet into a town. The three of them become good friends over the following months, and after several invitations from Kaleb, we all went to Villa General Belgrano to visit their new settlement, just before Christmas, 1943.
Our new lives were so different than our last ones had been. It took us a couple of months to get past the whole military lifestyle we’d all been so used to, but we did it with a vengeance. We all had longer hair, and Jan had finally been able to have the mustache he’d always wanted. By the time we’d all come off the ship after our 12-day crossing, we all looked like cave men to a certain extent. Peter had kept a moustache and goatee, and Jan just his mustache, of course. Alex and I had shaved completely, not really liking how we looked with facial hair. My man, Wolfy, though; I made him keep the beard he’d grown during our voyage. He looked so incredibly hot with a beard and mustache; and after Jan joined in my praise of his new look, he had decided to keep them. With Wolfy’s build and demeanor, the beard and mustache just suit him to a T. We’d spent about two weeks after arriving in Cordoba to get most of a new wardrobe. We got our first set of clothes the day we’d arrived in Argentina; burning the old ones to make sure we’d killed whatever had been living in them. We didn’t want anyone at the only two men’s clothing stores in town to become suspicious, so we’d spaced out our clothing purchases over a period of time once we’d settled in. It still took us a little while to get used to seeing each other in civilian clothes, but we’d long since forgotten what we all looked like in field grey.
We made several more trips to Villa General Belgrano after the first of the year, 1944, and established several new friendships with the crew of the sunken ship, and the natives. By March we’d decided to move there; joining our own people in their new life in our adopted country. With the help of ten of the sailors we built a new 4-bedroom house in the villa, and by late June we’d all moved in; women and all. Our bigger, new family wasn’t to last for long however. By late July Greta had become pregnant with their first of 2 children, and they moved into a small house that had been left by one of the sailors when he married and built a new home for his bride. Jan and Amelie moved into Peter and Greta’s old bedroom, and would still be with us when we got the news about the war’s end. Alex would be next to leave the fold, not two weeks after Peter and Greta left.
Unbeknownst to any of us until we moved there, Alex and Kaleb had discovered each other’s secret. They had formed a relationship right before Christmas, never telling anyone about it until two days before they moved into together in Kabeb’s little two bedroom house. We couldn’t believe he’d been able to keep their relationship from us for over seven months, but Alex finally told us the tale when the five of us had gotten together for breakfast one morning at our house. He said he and Kaleb got drunk after spending the day working on Kaleb’s new house; everyone else already having gone home. At around midnight, when they had each other’s arm around the other’s shoulder, singing ribald sailor songs, Kaleb had turned into Alex and kissed him. Alex, being Alex, returned the kiss with a passion and tenderness that swept Kaleb off his feet. He said Kaleb had been terrified when he first pulled back from the 5 or 6 second kiss, but once he saw the smile on Alex’s face, came right back for another one. By 0200 that morning they had each had some of the other’s ass and mouth; and a hell of a lot more kissing and making out. Alex had found himself another older man; Kaleb was a year older, and we all couldn’t have been happier for him. Kaleb got Alex a job with the village’s new work’s department, providing basic services like water and electric to the village’s now 380 residents.
Not a month after we’d moved there, Peter and Greta both began working at the village’s only general store. It reminded me so much of Herr Reinhard’s store that I found myself going in there almost daily, not only to see my friend, but to just look around. Peter had even been sure to start stocking Alex’s favorite flavor of marmalade, but unlike Herr Reinhard, he did charge him for it. Peter and I had resumed our morning coffee klatches about two weeks after we’d moved into our house in Cordoba, and we now continued them every morning in the general store. It was a tradition started in a commandeered farmhouse in the middle of a war, and one we’d continue for over half a century, just in different places.
Jan got a job tending bar in one of four brewpubs in the village a few weeks after we moved there; getting Amelie a job there a month later, as a waitress. I had started to wonder if she was going to spend her life as a waitress, but I was to be very relieved when the first school opened and she started teaching there. Jan would continue tending bar for another two years before buying the place when the current owner decided there was more money in real estate; a mistake on his part. Jan and Amelie would turn the little pub into one of the biggest money makers in town. In a town dominated by men; a lot of them sailors, and German at that, there was always going to be good money in serving alcohol.
Wolfy and I went into semi-retirement for the first several months after our move to Belgrano. Wolfy would drive up to Cordoba a few days a week to cook for his ‘mom’, and stop at the bakery, but we spent most of our time getting our new home just the way we wanted it. Even with Amelie living there we managed to keep it as masculine and testosterone filled as we could. We both informed Amelie that she was welcome to do what she wanted with her and Jan’s room; but the rest of the house was to remain all man. Even while building our new house we had installed nothing but a urinal and large shower in the bathroom off our bedroom. We later put a sink in there; deciding it was stupid to walk down the hall just to brush our teeth and wash up. In late August we decided to open a restaurant. Wolfy loved cooking and I wasn’t exactly a stranger to a kitchen myself. We signed a 20 year lease with the man that would later sell Jan the bar, on a small store he had just 3 doors down from the general store. After spending a month getting it ready, and over 2,000 pesos on equipment and furniture, we opened for business on my 36th birthday; 8 October 1944. Wolfy said he wanted to make the opening on a day neither of us would likely forget. We became a far bigger hit with the locals than we’d ever imagined. The only other restaurant in town was part of one of the brewpubs, and they only served a few things. All those single men around town were wowed by the opportunity to eat some German home cooking once again, and by Christmas that year we were crammed full from breakfast to dinner, six nights a week. After a month we decided we needed at least one day off for ourselves.
On 28 March, 1945, at 0420, Manfred Alexander Schiller was born at home to very proud parents, Peter and Greta; and four ecstatic uncles. Not only did this boy carry the name of one of his uncles, but was born just 2 days and 25 years after him. I’d always suspected that Peter carried a special place in his heart for Alex, but after hearing the boy’s full name, I knew. I was also now convinced that Peter had been more than a little jealous of Gregor, and was sure he’d never survived the day of our departure from Germany. I still have never had confirmation from Peter, but on the day of his son’s birth, I had a very strong suspicion that Gregor was probably with our radio. The boy’s new uncles were informed of his birth by 0530 that morning, and all of us were standing at his side within fifteen minutes. It took us thirty minutes to convince Greta that we wouldn’t drop him, and he was passed from uncle to uncle, all of us already in love with him, for the next ten minutes. We all finally decided to give mother and son some rest, and went out back, and the four of them had a smoke. Peter was enjoying the hell out of his; it was to be his last one. Greta had informed him three months prior that he was quitting when their child was born; she wasn’t going to have the baby around cigarette smoke. She had informed his three uncles that still smoked that they were not allowed anywhere near their nephew with a cigarette. We all gave Peter a long bear hug and told him how thrilled we were for him and Greta; and ourselves. Our family had grown once again.
We’d been hearing a lot on the radio about the imminent end to the war in Europe ever since the day Manfred was born. We’d all been pretty much glued to the newspapers and radio ever since we heard that the Allies were about a hundred kilometers from Berlin. Peter had reminded us about his theory of the Allies knocking on the door to the Chancellery, and we joked that Hitler would send someone to tell them that he wasn’t in at the moment, and please come back in a thousand years. On 3 May we heard about Hitler killing himself and his long-time mistress, and we knew the end of the war was even closer than we’d imagined. Current news was sometimes slow in reaching all the way to South America. We celebrated for two days after hearing the news; but keeping it kind of low key. We were surrounded by numerous proud Nazi sailors, and they weren’t nearly as happy at the news. On the morning of 8 May, 1945, Peter and I were having coffee together in the general store when the news of Germany’s surrender came over the radio. Peter just looked at me and grinned.
“Did I just hear that correctly?”
I smiled at him. “I believe you did. Keitel signed the unconditional surrender of all Axis forces. The war is over!!!”
Peter ran around the counter and threw himself into me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me for about 2 minutes before releasing the tension of the hug. We both had wet eyes by the time we broke the hug, and stood there staring at each other, the biggest smiles on our faces. Peter broke the silence.
“Oh my God… Do you believe it; the damn war is finally over! Oh man…” He grins at me. “You know what this means? We’re free men, Willy; we’re finally free men! That son of a bitch is dead and we’re free men!”
He yanked me back into another hug and just clung to me. I had always assumed he was the strongest one out of us, but I guess he just hides his emotions better than the rest of us. We were still holding each other when Wolfy came running in the store, yelling.
“I just heard on the radio!! Can you fucking believe it; the war is over!!?”
Peter and I broke our hug and pulled Wolfy into it, laughing and smiling at each other. Within seconds, we were in a 3-man group hug, jumping up and down and laughing. It took us another 3 minutes before we calmed down enough to break the hold we had on each other. Wolfy looked like the bakery truck just backed up to the house; he was smiling and crying all at the same time.
“Holy shit!! This fucking thing is finally over; can you believe it!? Oh God… Willy; it’s over, liebe; we’re finally free of that bastard!”
I grinned at him. “I know, bärchen; I know. It’s fucking wonderful; the best news ever!”
“We have to tell Jan and Alex; where are they?”
“I don’t know, baby; probably at home. We’ll go over there in a few minutes and tell them.”
“Few minutes, hell; let’s go!” He turned to run out of the store.
“What about the restaurant; we can’t just leave it open with nobody in there!”
“Shit! Well hell, Karl is in there; he can look after things for a minute; come on!”
“OK.” I turned to Peter, smiling more. “Are you coming with us?”
He thought for a second and then grinned. “Fuck yes! Let me just lock up; I need to be with my brothers right now!”
We all ran out of the store, Peter locking the door on our way out, and ran full speed towards Alex and Kaleb’s house. We were met about half-way by a running Alex, heading straight for us. We got about a meter apart from each other and he launched himself at Wolfy, throwing his arms and legs around him and yelling and laughing, while Wolfy spun him around in a circle, doing the same.
“Oh, my God, Wolfy!!! Can you fucking believe this!!? It’s over; it’s really fucking over!! Oh, my God!!”
“I know!! It’s fucking great, Hage; it’s fucking great!!!”
Alex finally jumped down from Wolfy and turned to Peter and me. “Willy!! Peter!! It’s over!! It’s fucking over!!” He grabbed me and pulled me into a fierce bear hug, laughing and a little out of control. We held each other for about 30 seconds, Alex jumping around in my arms. I was laughing with him and trying to calm him down a little.
“Alex! It’s wonderful; it’s fucking wonderful, but you’re about the break my neck, you have to calm down a little!”
“Oh Willy; it’s just so fucking great! I can’t calm down, now; I just want to jump and scream!”
“I know, baby; I know… Have you seen Jan, yet?”
“No; I was on my way over to your house.” He stepped back from our hug and looked at Peter, smiling. “Oh Peter…!”
He threw himself into Peter’s arms and just buried his face in his neck, laughing and talking excitedly. Peter just held him tight; a perma-smile on his face, his eyes still a little wet. We were all standing in the middle of the road, laughing and talking and hugging. We finally broke it up after 5 minutes and jogged over to the house to tell Jan the good news. When we walked in, it was kind of quiet in there, and we wondered if he was still asleep. I left the three of them in the front room and headed back to knock on Jan’s door. It was still only a little after 0830, and Jan worked until 0230 most nights, so I was sure he would still be sleeping. I knocked lightly on the door; no response. I knocked again. Nothing. If I hadn’t thought that Amelie would be in there with him, I'd've just walked in, but I wasn't sure she’d like that very much. I knocked louder, then peaked my head in, looking towards their bed. He was alone and he was sound asleep. I walked in and stood next to his bed, looking down at him, smiling.
“Jan!”
“Fuck off…. I’m sleeping.”
“Get your sexy ass out of that bed before I come in there! We have good news; great fucking news!”
“Come on, Willy; I need to sleep. If you want to get in bed, just get in; but let me sleep.”
“Where’s Amelie?”
“At the pub; she’s cleaning. Go away or get in; but just shut up.”
“OK, but you’re going to yell at me later when you find out why I was in here….”
“What the fuck could be so important at this time of morning?”
“Nothing much; just the end of the war in Europe….”
He lay there for a second, and then opened his eyes and looked up at me. “Excuse me?”
I grinned down at him. “I said the war is over; we just heard on the radio about 20 minutes ago.”
“The war is over?” He grinned.
I smiled back at him. “Yes. Keitel signed the unconditional surrender this morning in Germany.”
He sat up in bed. “Oh, my God!!! The war is really over!!?”
I grinned and nodded. “Yes, baby; the war is really over!”
He jumped up in his bed and threw his arms around me, hugging the stuffing out of me and yelling into my ear. “Oh, fuck!!! Oh, my God, Willy!! The war is really over!?”
“Yes!! It’s really, really over!”
“Oh, my God… Oh man… I don’t know if I should laugh or cry; it’s finally fucking over!!”
“Do both; the rest of us have been!”
“They’re here?” He pulled back a little; grinning from ear to ear.
“Out in the front room; waiting for our youngest brother to get his ass up.”
“Oh, fuck; why didn’t you tell me!?”
“I just did. Come on!”
He jumped down off the bed, hugs me again and started walking for the door. I started giggling and he turned around.
“What?”
“Are you going to put some clothes on first?”
“No; get your ass out here! It’s not like they’ve never seen me naked before. Wait, is Greta out there?”
I laughed. “No liebe; just the men.”
He smiled. “Let’s go dammit; what’re you waiting for?”
“Lead on….”
We got in the front room and the other three whistled at Jan as he walked in. He just laughed and pulled them into a hug, one by one, starting with Peter. After the hugging, and more yelling and jumping up and down are over, we were all just standing there, looking at each other and smiling. The five of us were just overwhelmed at the happiness of the occasion and not sure what to say to one another. We’d known each other and been together almost non-stop for the last 3 years and it was the first time we’d been so at a loss for more words with each other. Peter finally broke the moment.
“Jan, please go put some shorts or something on before you get molested.” He smiled at him.
“Molest away; you’re the only one left who hasn’t.” He gave Peter a silly grin.
“Thanks, but I’m a dad now; I can’t do shit like that.”
Jan laughed. “I won’t tell Manfred and Greta if you don’t.”
“Go put some clothes on, boy!” Peter laughed.
“Fine. I’ll be right back; don’t you guys dare leave!”
He turned and ran back to his room to get some shorts on, leaving the rest of us still looking at each other. Wolfy walked over to stand beside me, taking my hands in his and squeezing them gently.
“It’s really over, Willy; I can’t believe it. I was starting to think it would never end.”
“Yes, it’s really over. We’re free men; we can do what we want now; live anywhere we want.”
He turned to me. “Do you want to go back home?”
I smiled at him. “I am home, bärchen; I have no desire to return to Germany. You?”
“No. I’m home with my love and my brothers; and my little Manfred. I’m not going anywhere; ever!” He smiled at me and then over at Peter. “Are you staying, Peter?”
“Hell, yes; I’m not going anywhere. Besides, it’s still not safe for us to return to Germany; the inquisitions will be starting soon, and I don’t want to be anywhere around that. We’ve already heard some of the radio and newspaper reports about the discovery of the death camps. I’ll stay here; with my family.”
Jan walked back in, wearing nothing but shorts, and sat on the sofa, looking up at us and grinning from ear to ear. “Why are you still standing; you have someplace to go?”
We all laughed and sat down, Wolfy and me joining him on the sofa, on either side of him, and Peter and Alex taking chairs.
“What are we talking about?”
I turned to Jan. “Staying here or returning to Germany.”
“Fuck that; I’m staying right here. Aren’t all of you staying?”
“Yes; we’re all staying. We just thought that we’re free men now; we can go anywhere we want. We’re already where we want to be, though. We still have each other, and now we have Manfred; we’re not going anywhere.”
He smiled big. “Good. This is home, Willy; not Germany, we belong here now.”
“Yes, we do.”
Alex looked over at Peter. “Do you really think there will be man-hunt for the men that ran the death camps?”
“Oh, hell, yes; they won’t rest until every one of them are found and made to pay for their un-holy crimes. We are free now; but we’re not really free to go back. I don’t really want to go back anyway; my wife, my son and my brothers are here; this is home now.” He smiled at Alex.
“Good. We’ve all been together for 3 years; we can’t break up our family now.”
I looked over at Peter. “Do you think they will start hunting here for SS? I’ve heard that several high ranking SS fled and came here during the last several months; this is where they will start looking for them.”
“They will probably come here looking, but I think we’re fairly safe. We’ve been here over two years, and everyone around here knows it; they won’t hand us over as camp guards.”
“That’s true; we have several good friends here, and countless customers; they’re not going to send us packing anytime soon.”
Peter laughed. “No, where would they get a good pork chop if Wolfy wasn’t here?”
We all laughed. “No joking; they’d be lost without him. Plus, we’re kind of in the middle of nowhere; I don’t think they’re going to be looking in the trees for SS soldiers.”
Jan laughed. “As long as they aren’t you; you always did have a thing for finding people hiding in or under trees.”
“Be nice, boy; I didn’t find you under a tree.”
He laughed. “I got your boy hanging, papa bear.”
I turned and grinned at him. “Yes, we’re on intimate terms; leave him in your shorts, you’re almost married now.”
“Not yet, though.”
Ignoring the innuendo. “Have you even asked that girl to marry you yet?”
“Not yet. I’m busy at the pub; I haven’t had time to think about it.”
“Do you want to ask her?”
“Yes.”
I shook my head, grinning. “You’re not getting younger, stud; you better get a move on before she finds some cute sailor.”
He laughed. “There isn’t a sailor here who could match me centimeter for centimeter; she’s not going anywhere.”
“There’s more to happiness than a big cock; she could decide she wants someone who wants more than a good fuck two or three times day.”
He grinned. “I give her more than a good fuck; I also eat her out and play with her tits.”
I roll my eyes, laughing. “Seriously, baby boy; do you love that girl?”
“Yes; without question. And, yes, I’m very much in love with her; I just haven’t thought about marriage yet. I’m only 23; give me some more fun time before I have to hook up to the ball and chain.” He looked at Peter and grinned.
“It’s no ball and chain, Jan; it’s truly wonderful. I never thought I could be as happy as I am with Greta; and now Manfred. Just think, Jan, you could be a father, too, and pass on those big boy genes you’re so proud of.” Peter smirks.
Jan laughed. “Hey, yeah! I could have a whole house full of not so little Jan’s running around!”
“So ask that girl to marry you.”
“I will; just not now. I’m not ready to completely settle down; and we’re doing just fine the way we are.” He looked back at me. “Are you trying to get us out of the house?”
“No, not at all; I love having you both here. I was just wondering if you’d asked her yet.”
“OK. Well, if you’re in no hurry to get rid of us, then I’m in no hurry to leave. Besides, she can’t cook worth a fuck; what would I do without Wolfy?”
We all laughed. Wolfy turned to him, laughing. “Come to the restaurant and pay for meals like the rest of the single men.”
“You’d really charge me for a meal; your own brother and one-time lover?”
“OK, maybe half off the price.”
We all laughed again while Jan faked being hurt by the comment, but grinned, nonetheless.
“Greedy bitch!”
“Damn right!”
Jan turned to Alex. “Does Kaleb know how to cook?”
“Yes; he’s pretty good at it.”
Jan grinned. “Good; when I get thrown out of here I can move in with you and Kaleb. I like living with queers now anyway; they always keep a clean house and have good food.” We all laughed again.
“Fuck that, boy; you’re on your own. You better not piss off Wolfy and Willy.”
“You wouldn’t take me in?”
“Not now.” He grinned at him.
“Oh, come on; I was just teasing about the clean house and good food.”
“Bullshit; try it on someone else. Maybe once Amelie finds a sailor you can find one, too; one that knows how to cook.”
Jan rubs his chin with his fingers, thinking it over. He grinned. “That could work, too. I’d be willing to feed him some cock in exchange for a good meal every day.” We all laughed again. Alex just looked at him, shaking his head.
“At any rate… Do you men want to have a celebration here tonight; Wolfy's and my treat? We can celebrate the end of the war, just like we celebrated the end of what’s his name.”
A solid round of ‘hell and fuck yes’ followed my question. Jan started grinning again and looked at Alex.
“Have Kaleb bring a couple of his sailor friends for me to interview.”
“Fuck you! Find your own boy slave.” Alex laughed, shaking his head at Jan.
Jan jumped up and went and sat on Alex’s lap, giving him a kiss when he got comfortable. “OK.” Poor Alex blushed a little and grinned.
“Leave that man alone, horny boy; he’s married now.”
“Not legally; he’s still fair game. But he doesn’t know how to cook anyway; he won’t do me any good.” He jumped off Alex and came back over to the couch, sitting down and snuggling up to Wolfy; his current food source, and grinning from ear to ear.
Wolfy looked over at me. “What time do you want to start this celebration?”
“Now.”
They laughed. “No, seriously; I need time to get ready for it.”
“OK; let’s plan on 1900; that way the restaurant and store are closed for the night anyway.” I looked at Jan. “Can you get the night off?”
“Sure; I can get off anytime I feel like it.” He gave me a lecherous grin.
“Do you always get horny from a lack of sleep?”
“Sleep has nothing to do with it; I’m always horny. That’s what Amelie loves most about me.”
“I know; I’ve heard… Wolfy, if you think you can be ready by then, let’s have it at 1900.”
“Yes, I can be ready. I can fix the food while I’m at the restaurant. I’ll be cooking anyway; I may as well cook more. You can get the booze from horny boy here.”
“I’m afraid of what it’ll cost me. So, OK; let’s plan on 1900.” I turned to Alex. “Will you and Kaleb be able to make it then?”
“Sure, Willy; we wouldn’t miss it.”
“Peter; how about you and Greta and Manfred?”
“We’ll be here. What do we do when Manfred needs to sleep; will it be quiet enough?”
“There’s no way that boy’s four uncles; sorry Alex, five uncles, are going to interrupt his sleep. He can lie down on Wolfy’s side of the bed; it always smells like sweets on that side anyway.”
“I keep telling all of you I’m just a naturally sweet man.”
“Yeah, tell that to the lady at the bakery in Cordoba. That’s fine Willy; we’ll be here, expecting one of Wolfy’s outstanding meals.”
“It’s too late to kiss up now, old man; you already talked shit about my bakery habits. Just send your wife and son.”
“In the words of your little brother there; I got your old man hanging.”
“Whip it out.”
“Blow me.” He turns beat red instantly and we all laugh.
“That was the idea, Dumb Kopf!”
“OK, you win that one; but just remember, in three years you’ve still only managed to do that to me about six times.”
“Maybe, but I’ve still done it; get over it and move on.”
Alex started to stand up, still grinning. “Well, brothers, I have to get to work; Kaleb will ride my ass, and not in a good way, if I don’t get there soon. I'll see you all tonight.” He grinned. “The war’s over!!!!!”
We all laughed and got up to hug Alex goodbye, sending him to go get ridden by his man. While we were up, Peter decides he needs to get back to the store as well, so after hugs all around, we sent him on his way, too. Wolfy, Jan and I went back in the front room and crashed on the couch. Jan was snuggled back into Wolfy’s side and I was holding his leg with my hand. He sighed.
“I still can’t believe it's over; I keep thinking I’m going to wake up anytime soon and it will have been nothing but a dream.”
“It’s really over, Jan; we all heard it on the radio this morning. We are finally all free men.”
“I couldn’t be any happier. I’ve kind of forgotten about our past life, but there are still times when I get scared that I will see a squad of SS walking up to the house to take us all back.”
“No more worries, baby; we’re free now. There is no more SS or Gestapo; and Hitler and most of his cronies are dead. Even Himmler’s dead; we have nothing to worry about from any of them.”
“I know; but what about what Peter was saying, about them coming here looking for SS who’d escaped Germany?”
“I think he was right; the Allies will come here looking, but I don’t think they’d think we were ever SS. We don’t look anything like soldiers anymore and we’ve been here long enough now to have established a past. I don’t think they’d look twice at us.”
“Do any of the townspeople or sailors know we were SS, do you think?”
“I don’t think so; none of us have ever told them. I don’t know what Alex has told Kaleb, but I doubt he said he was SS; probably just regular army, or even just escaping before he got scripted. We can ask him tonight. I know Peter’s never told Greta; at least he tells me he hasn’t, and I don’t think he’s ever lied to me. I’m 99% sure that we’re safe now, Jan. You can finally stop worrying; we all can.”
“That’s good; finally being able to truly relax. I never thought this day would get here, Willy. I’m so tired of always wondering, and always looking over my shoulder; it will be nice to just go on with my life.”
“I know, junge liebe; we all can now. And just think; little Manfred gets to grow up in a world free of Hitler and the war. Just one more thing we have to be grateful for.”
“We have a lot to be grateful for. I don’t know what I would’ve done without all of you with me. Even if we hadn’t left and I’d survived the war, I wouldn’t have been the same man I am now; without you four in my life.”
“The same thing applies to all of us; we are all better for having known and loved each other. We are who we are today because of our brotherhood and love.”
“Yes, we are. I love you, Willy; I love you, Wolfy. Forever and always; just like you two tell each other.”
“I love you, too; forever and always, Jan Richter.”
Wolfy kissed his forehead. “Forever and always, brother.”
“Do you need to get back to the restaurant right now, Wolfy?”
“Not right now, but soon; why?”
“I like this, snuggled up against you; like we used to do. I’m not ready to have it end, just yet.”
“Snuggle all you want, little brother; I’ll stay as long as you need me.”
“I’ll always need you; but I’ll let you go back to work soon.”
“As long as you want….”
Jan fell asleep against Wolfy’s side in about 10 minutes, and we stayed on the sofa for another hour, just being with each other again; like we once were. Wolfy started checking his watch after awhile, and I knew he was anxious to get back before the lunchtime rush started. I told him he should just wake up Jan and take him into his bedroom and tuck him back in; we’d leave for the restaurant when he was done.
“You don’t have to tuck me in, but I’d like a goodnight kiss.” He grinned.
“Why do you always listen in on our conversations?”
“Because you always seem to have them with me less than 20 centimeters away; even when you whisper I can hear you.”
“Fine. Get up and go back to bed; we’ll be back before 1900.”
“What about my good-night kiss?”
Wolfy leaned his head down to Jan’s and put a big lip lock on him; shoving his tongue in and swirling it around. Jan pulled back breathless and grinning after about 20 seconds.
“Damn…. You have to teach that to Amelie; she’s never left me breathless before.”
Wolfy smirked. “Are you really going to let me make out with Amelie, just to teach her how you like to be kissed?”
“If she can kiss like that when you’re done with her; sure, have at it.” He grinned.
“You’re a pervert!” We all laugh.
“I learned it from the best in Argentina and Germany; what’d you expect?”
“OK, you have that one, but still… I don’t think she’d understand that a man is teaching her how her boyfriend likes to be kissed.”
Jan smirked. “No, she probably wouldn’t; I’ve never told her about the three of us. Well, I’m going back to bed; see you when you get back.”
I looked at him. “What about my good-night kiss?”
He grinned. “I was saving the best for last; come here.”
I turned my body into his and leaned into his lips, making contact and making way for his tongue shooting into my mouth. We tongue wrestled and moaned into each other’s mouth for about 20 seconds before pulling back. This was the first time we’d kissed like this since we’d stopped having sex with him less than three months after we’d arrived in Argentina. He left me breathless.
“Fuck…. Damn, boy; you still haven’t forgotten how to kiss; thank you.” I smiled at him.
He grinned. “You’re welcome; you’re every bit as good as I remember, too. Thank you. How about you; you want to teach Amelie how her boyfriend likes to be kissed?”
I laughed. “Thank you, baby; but I think I’ll pass, too. It just sounds a little too perverted; even for me.”
“You two are no fun anymore; I’m going to bed. See you tonight.”
“Goodnight, Jan; sleep well.”
“Goodnight, sexy boy; sweaty dreams.” Wolfy grinned at him.
“All about you two.” He winked at us and walked away.
“Do you think…?”
I chuckle. “No bärchen; he’s just trying to tease us, don’t get too excited.”
We left for the restaurant and got ready for the lunch crowd while Jan slid back into bed, and went right back to sleep. By 1130 we were being slammed hard, and not in a good way. Everyone had decided to celebrate the end of the war by going out to eat; and they’vd chosen Wolfy’s cooking to celebrate with. We were working our asses off until almost 1400, and then we got to spend almost two hours just cleaning up and starting preparation of our own celebration dinner for later that night. Neither Jan nor Alex had ever said a word about it, but they were having a much better afternoon than Wolfy and I.
At a little after 1300, Jan was getting out of the shower and had finished brushing his teeth when he heard Alex hollering in the front room for anyone at home. He peeked his head out of the door.
“Alex!! I’m back here; in the bathroom. Come here!”
Alex walked back and stopped, staring at the once incredibly shy and now ever-naked Jan; watching him wipe his mouth and face after spitting out the water he was gargling with.
“Are you just getting up?”
“I got up about thirty minutes ago; I’m just getting out of the shower. What’re you doing here; I thought you were going back to work to have your ass ridden by your man?”
Alex smirked and grinned. “He told me to come help with the party; that it wasn’t very busy today. Are Wolfy and Willy at the restaurant?”
“I would guess so; that’s where they usually are around this time of day. I wonder if they were busy today.”
“I haven’t been by there. I came straight over here after leaving work; are you doing anything to help with the party?”
Jan grinned. “Yes; I’m coming to it. You know Papa Bear and Bärchen; they live for shit like this, and are probably knee deep in whatever they’re making for dinner. I figured the best thing I could do was stay out of their way.”
“You’re still an arrogant fuck; but you’re probably right. So, what should we do, now?”
Jan grinned at him and looked down at his dick and then back up. “Fuck.”
Alex smirked and grinned. “Yeah, right. Seriously, what do you want to do since we both have the afternoon off?”
“I just told you; I want to fuck.” He smiled at him.
“You can’t be fucking serious. You’re dating Amelie and I’m living with Kaleb; we can’t just fuck each other because we’re horny. We’re both in a relationship and we can’t go back to what we used to do.”
Jan grins. “You’re horny, too?”
Alex blushed and grinned. “Leave it to you to only hear that part of it. And I meant you; I got my brains fucked out last night.”
Jan grinned. “That’s OK; I meant for you to do me, anyway. I haven’t had any more than my finger in there since the last time you fucked me; and honestly, I’ve wanted to do it again. I never thought I’d like that, but I did; and I want to do it again.”
Alex just stared at him for a second. “You’re serious, aren’t you? You actually want to have sex with me right now.”
“Yes, I do. I’ve been thinking about it for a few weeks; and when I went back to bed this morning I had a nice fantasy about you before I went to sleep. I’m sure glad you showed up.” He smiled.
“Jan, we can’t do this; we’re both in a relationship with someone else.”
“Would you do it if we weren’t?”
“Faster than you could get that big dick hard.”
Jan grinned. “Well, I know we’re in a relationship, but neither one of us is officially married; what’s the harm in two brothers helping each other out?”
“They call that cheating, Jan; and I don’t know about you, but I’d probably look guilty as hell when I see Kaleb tonight.”
Jan moved closer to him and reached out for his crotch and grabbed him. “Come on, sexy man; it’s just us, don’t make it sound like we’re out fucking strangers. We’ve been brothers a lot longer than we’ve been with our partners. I want you….”
Alex sucked in his breath when Jan grabbed him, but he didn’t pull away. He looked in Jan’s eyes and he knew he’d give in; he always did with Jan. “We really shouldn’t do this, Jan….”
Jan leaned forward and kissed him, sliding his tongue into Alex’s already open mouth. They kissed for about 15 or 20 seconds, Jan massaging Alex’s growing cock through his pants. “You know you want this; I can feel your cock getting hard. I want to feel that cock in me, Alex; just one more time.”
“We can’t….”
“Yes we can….” He kissed Alex again while moving closer to him and pulling him, grabbing his ass and lifting him up a little. Alex threw his arms around him and pulled hard on him, his crotch grinding into Jan’s; his mouth hungry for him. They stood in the doorway making out for about two minutes, grinding on each other and kissing, licking and moaning into each other’s mouth. They finally separated, both of them panting hard and looking into each other’s eyes. Alex found his voice.
“Oh fuck… I’d forgotten how good you are at that. OK, let’s do this; let’s go to your room and do this.”
Jan grinned. “Let’s go to our old room and do this; just like old times. We can fuck on your bed this time; mine’s worn out from before.”
Alex smiled. “Smart-ass. OK, let’s do it.”
Jan took his hand and led him back to their old bedroom; his hard cock leading the way. Once they were both inside, Jan kicked the door closed and pulled Alex back into him; his mouth landing hard on Alex’s. They started making out again, moaning and pulling on each other’s asses; trying to get even closer. They finally broke the kiss and Jan, panting, looked at him.
“Take off your fucking clothes; I need to see your body; I need to touch you.”
Alex smiled at him and stood back a little so he could get his clothes off. With Jan’s help it took him less than 30 seconds to be standing hard and naked in front of Jan. Jan reached over and began running his fingers all over his chest and stomach, then back up around his neck and shoulders, coming back down and spending a little time on each nipple before lowering his hands to what he was really after. He grabbed Alex’s cock and started stroking it, while leaning in and landing back on his mouth. They resumed their make-out session while Alex grabbed Jan’s hard dick and started stroking him and running it up and down his balls, then under them, trying to ride it while it was between his thighs. Jan started thrusting into him, feeling the soft flesh of his brother’s thighs making sweet love to his raging cock. The kissing grew more passionate and deep as they thrust into each other, now with Alex’s hands over Jan’s ass, massaging the firm cheeks and pulling hard on them, and then massaging more. Jan broke the kiss, moaning.
“Oh fuck… Yeah, play with my ass, baby; I need to feel your hands on my ass.”
He landed back on Alex’s mouth and moaned again when Alex pulled hard on his ass, driving his cock deeper in between Alex’s thighs. He started panting and moaning into Alex’s mouth, while slamming his tongue in repeatedly and then running his lips all around Alex’s. After about five more minutes of heavy, passionate kissing and frottage they finally pull back, breathless. Jan looked at Alex intently.
“I need to feel you in me. I need to feel a man again. Amelie always wants to be soft and cuddly; I need hard and rough right now. Please.”
Alex smiles. “Anything you want….”
“Come over here.”
Jan took his cock and led him over to his old bed, while turning once to grin at him. They got to Alex’s old bed and Jan let go long enough to lift the mattress up and pull out the bottle of lotion they’d stashed under there a year ago. He pulled it up and held it in front of Alex’s face, an ear-to-ear grin on his own.
“Remember this?”
Alex laughed. “Yeah. Doesn’t anyone around here ever lift a mattress up?”
“I guess not. Let’s put it to good use. I want to start on my back; I want to see you while you fuck me.”
Alex smiles. “Sure. Grease up, baby.”
“You do it for me; I want to feel your finger on my hole while you grease me up.”
“Hand it over.”
They both grinned and Alex took the bottle and opened it up. After pouring about a tablespoon of it onto two of his fingers he handed the bottle back to Jan.
“Bend over.”
Jan laughs. “Always the fucking romantic, aren’t you?”
“You never wanted me to be romantic. Assume the position, boy.”
Jan smirked and then turned around and leaned over the bed, arching his back and pointing his sexy ass up at Alex. Alex brought his index finger down on Jan’s waiting hole and started to rub around it, sliding his finger in after about 5 seconds. Jan moaned out and then whimpered a little. Alex started thrusting his finger in and out of the tight hole in front of him, maintaining a nice smooth pace for about 30 seconds. Jan was moaning and whimpering the whole time. Alex pulled his finger out and then adds his middle finger and slid back in, working his fingers into the tight hole of his friend and brother. Jan moaned out.
“Oh, fuck… God, yes; that’s what I like; that’s what I’ve been wanting…. Finger my ass hard, Alex; do it.”
Alex started jamming his fingers in and out, reaching in as far as he could with each inward thrust and then yanked them back out. He fingered Jan’s hole for about a minute, sometime’s playing with the prostate he'd found, before pulling his fingers out. He smacked Jan’s ass once and grinned.
“You still have one the greatest asses I’ve ever seen. Are you ready for this?”
“Oh, fuck, yeah.” He dropped himself down on the bed and rolled over, bringing his knees up with his arms and holding them there. He looked at Alex through his legs.
“I’m ready when you are. Start out slow, but when I tell you I’m ready, I want you to fuck me like a man.”
Alex grinned. “Be careful what you ask for.”
“I know exactly what I’m asking for; just do it!”
“Yes, Sir.” They both giggled.
“Actually, hold on a second; I want to taste you first.”
Jan dropped his legs and then dropped to the floor, kneeling in front of Alex, and taking his hard cock down his throat in one gulp. Alex moaned out and grabbed the back of his head and started fucking his mouth with smooth strokes. Jan was just sucking on the cock in his mouth, running his tongue all around it and then sucking more, trying to bury as much of it as he could. He managed about ¾ of it before starting to gag, and pulled back up and did the whole thing again. Jan continued to suck Alex’s hard dick for about five minutes before pulling it out of his mouth, and looking up at Alex, grinning.
“Fuck, you still taste so fucking good. I can already taste your pre-cum; you churn it up fast, boy.”
Alex grinned. “You’re the one who churned it up; are you ready now?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Jan got back on the bed and lay down, pulling his legs back up and holding his knees with his arms. He looked through his legs again.
“Grease up and fuck me.”
“Horny boy.”
“Always.”
Alex slathered some of the lotion all around his cock and set the bottle down next to Jan’s thigh. He lined his cock up with the hungry hole in front of him and touched the tight little opening with the head of his leaking cock. After waiting for about two seconds he pushed himself down a little and then in; sliding in about half way before stopping. Jan let out a loud moan.
“Fuck…! Oh man… You’re not supposed to go so deep so fast; but fuck, it felt good. Bring it the rest of the way and stop; you big dick fucker.” He grinned up at Alex.
Alex laughed and pushed himself in to the hilt, burying himself balls-deep and stopped. He looked at Jan’s face, looking for any kind of pain. He was met with closed eyes and a deeply satisfied look. He made his cock jump once and Jan giggled and opened his eyes. They stared at each other for about 10 seconds before Alex pulls out a little and then slowly went back in, bottoming out again. Jan moaned and nodded his head, yes. Alex pulled out until just the head was still in and then slowly thrust himself back into the tight, warm ass he’d always loved. He stayed in for about two or three seconds and then pulled back and then quickly returned; going balls-deep again, and grunting when he hit bottom.
“Oh, fuck; God; you are so fucking tight.”
“I should be; you’re the only one who's ever been in there. Now get to work, boy.”
Alex smiled at him and pulled back, made his dick jump a couple of times at Jan’s opening and then slid himself right back in. He pulled back immediately and then thrust himself right back in. He just kept doing that, picking up the pace with each stroke, and before too long he was fucking his friend hard and deep. They were both moaning and panting with every thrust, and Jan was telling him harder about every 20 seconds.
“Get up on the bed, grab my fucking legs and fuck me like a real man, dammit.”
Alex smirked and did as he’d been ordered. Within 20 seconds they were on the bed, and Alex was hammering Jan’s ass with everything he had. They fucked like that for about 10 minutes before Alex stopped and leaned down, taking Jan’s mouth and slamming his tongue into it. They broke the kiss after about 20 seconds; Jan looking up at him, grinning.
“Did you cum?”
“No, I had to stop for a minute or I would have.”
“OK. Whenever you’re ready; that was fucking incredible.”
“I know doggie style is your favorite position when you’re the one fucking; do you want to try it now?”
Jan grinned. “Fuck, yes. Pull out so I can get turned over, but stay on the bed.”
“Yes, Sir.” They both giggled again and Jan jumped up and rolled over onto his forearms and knees, sticking his ass back at Alex.
“I’m all yours; get back to work.”
Alex pushes his still throbbing cock back into Jan and started slowly fucking him, letting himself stay bottomed out for a second on each down-stroke. Jan takes it for about 10 seconds before turning his head to look at him.
“What the fuck are you doing; taking a siesta?”
Alex laughed. “Fuck you; I was trying to be nice until you got used to it from this position.”
“Well, thanks, but I’m already used to it; just start fucking me.”
Alex pulled back and then slammed himself home; making them both grunt.
“Fuck, yes! That’s what I want; do that more. Grab my fucking hips and pound my ass like a fucking man.”
Having his manhood threatened, Alex did exactly as he’d been told. He grabbed Jan’s hips, holding them tightly and just started ramming himself in and out, slamming into him on each thrust; making them both grunt and moan. He fucked Jan hard and fast like that for another ten minutes before stopping again; panting and wiping the sweat from his face. He dropped his hand back down and then decided to pull it back and bring it down on Jan’s right ass cheek; making hard, loud contact with it.
“Owwwww, mother fucker; not so goddamn hard!”
“But you want me to do that again?”
“Yes, just not so fucking hard. Do the left cheek while the right one stops stinging.”
Alex laughed and then slapped the left one, still a little hard, but nowhere near as hard as the first one.
“Fuck, yeah!! That felt fucking good; do it again.”
Alex giggled and did it again, then made his cock jump deep inside Jan’s bowels.
“Fuck! Yeah, boy, do that again!”
Never one to disappoint a sexual partner Alex slapped his left cheek four more times, then the right one three times, and made his cock jump on every slap. The urge to cum had passed again and he started fucking Jan’s hot ass again, going just as fast and hard as before.
“Fuck, yeah, boy; fuck that ass like a man!”
Alex continued ramming and plowing into his friend’s ass, slapping a cheek every five or six strokes and panting and grunting the entire time. He’d already decided to just let himself cum when he got the urge again, and just fuck the ass in front of him hard and fast; hearing nothing but skin slapping and both of them grunting with every thrust. He’d given up on the ass slapping and was holding Jan’s hips again, thrusting in and out, never losing pace, the sweat running down his face and chest. He lasted another seven or eight minutes before he knew his orgasm was imminent.
“I’m gonna fucking cum soon; are you ready?”
“Fucking do it; cum in my fucking ass!”
Alex thrust about five more times and then slammed home one last time, burying himself balls-deep and holding Jan’s hips hard against him. He grunted and started coughing up a nice, healthy load into Jan. His knees started shaking as he was unloading, and he yelled out once.
“Fuck!! Oh, God; that feels so fucking good!!”
“Yeah, boy; give me that fucking load!”
Once he’d unloaded everything his balls can churn up, he slumped forward onto Jan’s back. Jan just let himself drop to the bed, bringing Alex down with him. They were lying on the bed panting and moaning, Alex still buried as far as he could get himself. His head was right next to Jan’s and he was panting into Jan’s ear. After about a minute or so, then they’d both come down a little, Jan turned his face and kissed Alex. Alex returned the kiss and then started licking the side of Jan’s head and then his ears, making Jan whimper again.
“Oh, God…. Oh, man; that feels so good; that felt so good. I love it when you take me like that; it’s so fucking hot.”
Alex just kept licking Jan’s face and ear, licking the sweat off his friend and sometimes lover. They stayed in that position for about five more minutes before Alex was soft enough that he slipped out. They both giggled when they felt the head pop out. Alex kissed his face again and looked at him.
“Thank you. That was fucking incredible; just like always.”
“Thank you, baby boy; I needed that. I’ve wanted you to do that for a long time; I’ve missed it. I’ve missed you being here.”
“Yeah, well… We’re both with other people now; we decided we’d just be friends.”
“I know… But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you.”
“I miss you, too; but things are complicated now. You want your blow job now?”
Jan giggled. “That’s the Alex I know and love; always down to business. Just because we always did it that way doesn’t mean we always have to. Just relax; I love feeling you on top of me.”
“OK. I love being on top of you, too.”
“Good; just stay there for awhile.”
“OK.” He kissed the side of Jan’s face again and then rested his head next to him; just enjoying the old feelings again.
They’d been there about ten minutes before Jan spoke again.
“Why can’t we do this; why can’t we just get together every now and then and do this?”
“You know why, Jan. It wouldn’t be right; it wouldn’t be fair to Kaleb and Amelie.”
“I know; but what about us, don’t we get to choose anymore?”
Alex sighed. “We made our choices; we both agreed that it wouldn’t work for us as lovers; we’d both miss pussy too much.”
Jan giggled. “That’s why you’re with a man now, right; he has good pussy?”
“Shut up. I can’t help who I fall in love with; it just happened to be a man this time. Well, every time for the last three times, I guess. Maybe I am every bit as queer as Willy and Wolfy and just didn’t want to accept it.”
“It doesn’t matter, Alex; you’ve told me time and again, it only matters that you love and get loved in return. I thought you’d only been in love with two men; Gregor and Kaleb?”
Alex paused and sighed again. “Three. You.”
Jan turned his head and looked at him. “You fell in love with me?”
Alex blushed. “Yes; now make your jokes and get it over with.”
“Alex, I would never make jokes about that; never. Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“I didn’t think you’d want to know that another man had fallen for you. You already had Wolfy and Willy in love with you; you didn’t need another one.”
“For one, I don’t think Wolfy and Willy were ever truly in love with me; they were there, are here, to protect me and love me. They have each other and that’s all they will ever have. And what makes you think I wouldn’t like to know my best friend has fallen in love with me?”
Another sigh. “Because, contrary to the position we’re in right now, I can’t see you living with a man for the rest of your life. You like the sex, but you can’t honestly tell me that you’d be happy being with me the rest of your life.”
“I’d planned on having you around the rest of my life. But yeah, you’re probably right, I’m not sure if I could do this, with only you, forever. I do love you Alex; and I’ve probably been in love with you several times, but no, you’re probably right. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I knew when we started doing this that it would never lead to where I wanted it to; I knew what I was doing. You will always be in my life; just not the way I wanted. I have Kaleb now, and I love him deeply, so I’m happy with my life. I want you to be happy too, Jan.”
“I am happy. I love Amelie very much; and I am in love with her. I will probably marry her someday, but I will always have my best friend near me.”
“You always will, Jan; I’m not going anywhere.”
“I don’t suppose there’s a chance that we can keep doing this from time to time?”
Alex smirked. “You like my cock in your ass that much, huh?”
“I do, actually. I don’t know why; I just like what you and them talked about. I like passionate, rough, man sex; it’s a huge turn on. And after you fucked me the first time I knew I’d not want to give that up. Amelie can’t do that to me, in case you’ve forgotten about woman parts already.” They both giggled.
“No, I still remember where everything is. I don’t know, Jan; it’s still cheating, even doing it with your brother and best friend. Can you really look at yourself in the mirror knowing you’ve cheated on Amelie?”
“Yes, because I’m not cheating with another woman. I’m making love with my best friend and brother; I’m not cheating on anyone.”
“Do you really believe that?”
“Yes. We’ve had each other long before Amelie and Kaleb entered the picture; if anything we’re cheating on each other by having sex with them.”
“Wow. Leave it to you to justify and convince yourself that you’re right. I don’t know, Jan; I don’t know if I can do this to Kaleb again.”
“Ask him.”
“What?”
“Ask him. Ask him if you and I can get together every now and then so you can satisfy my hungry ass.” He laughed.
“You’re fucking crazy! I can’t ask him something like that; are you out of your mind?”
“No, I’m completely sane. If you can’t deal with the guilt of us getting together from time to time, then just clear it with him.”
“Would you ask Amelie about this?”
“I don’t have to; I don’t feel guilty about it.”
“Damn, for someone that thought himself completely and totally heterosexual for most of his life, you’ve sure opened up to sex with men. You really want to continue this; continue sneaking around from time to time to have sex with me?”
“Yes. To all of the above. I’ve been surrounded by queers for the last three years; something was bound to rub off and stick to me.” He laughed at the double entendre. “And I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have man-sex with than you. So, come on; quit feeling guilty about something that shouldn’t make you feel anything but good.”
“Arrrgghhh. You’re impossible, you know that?”
“Yes, that’s why everyone loves me so much.”
“Arrogant ass!” They both laughed. “I can’t give you an answer right now, because I don’t know how guilty I’m going to feel. Give me a few days to see how I’m doing with this and I will give you an answer, OK?”
Jan smiled at him. “OK. You know you want to do this; you already told me you were in love with me; why would you want to turn down this hot ass that’s only ever been open for you? And let’s not forget the 23 centimeters down there that you’ve been trying to get down your throat for the last 2 years. You might get him in there someday; what will you think of yourself if you give up now?”
“God…. You are so arrogant! I still don’t know how the hell I ever allowed myself to fall in love with you.”
“But you did; and you can’t go back now. You can’t make it go away just by calling me an arrogant ass. Besides, that arrogant ass is also the ass you were just fucking, and just dropped a huge load in. Tell me you can give that up?”
“I gave it up for 8 months….”
“Yeah, but you missed it, huh? That’s why you’re here with me; lying on top of me, coming down from an orgasm. I don’t mean to sound arrogant; I’m just trying to tell you that you need to let go of the guilt; you need to allow yourself to enjoy what you want to enjoy.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“Yes it is. Just do what you want to do. Kaleb’s not getting hurt by just you and me fucking from time to time; and it’s not like we’re going to be doing this every other day. If I was just one of those sailors then I could understand the guilt, but I’m not; I’m your best friend and your brother, there should be no guilt.”
“Maybe there won’t be, but I don’t know that now. Give me a few days to give you an answer, please, Jan.”
“I will; I said I would. Are you feeling guilty now?”
“No. I’m feeling satisfied and frustrated at this conversation.”
Jan giggled. “Well concentrate on the satisfied; I’ll shut up now so the frustration stops.”
“Will you kiss me, now? Like a real kiss; a sweet, loving kiss?”
“You never have to ask.”
Jan leaned in and kissed Alex, just holding his lips and moving them around a little, never sliding his tongue in or trying to force his way on Alex. They kissed for about 30 seconds before pulling back and smiling at each other.
Alex smiled. “Yeah, like that. Thank you.”
“You’re more than welcome; you know you can do that anytime you want, right?”
“I know, but I still like to ask from time to time; I like to hear you say yes.” He blushed.
“I’ll always say yes, Alex. You were the first man I ever kissed, and I still love your kisses every bit as much as that first one.”
“OK.”
“OK? That’s it? Just OK? I tell you I love your kisses more than any other, and you tell me OK?”
Jan smiles. “Really? Really OK? You’ll do this again; we’ll keep meeting from time to time?”
“Yes, we’ll keep meeting from time to time. If I’m honest with you, and myself, I don’t want to give this up anymore than you do. I’ve really missed this; I’ve really missed you.”
Jan grinned. “I’ve missed you, too; a lot. And not just this, but just having you here all the time to talk to. I’d gotten used to having you around me 24/7; it’s been an adjustment since you moved away.”
“I’ve missed you, too. You know you’re welcome to come over anytime you want, right? Kaleb thought you were the second best thing since me.”
Jan chuckled. “He should; I am. But only second best; nobody comes close to my friend Alex. Now get off me, friend Alex, I need to get rid of your gift; I feel it running out of my ass.” They both giggled. “Just how big a fucking load did you pump in me, anyway?”
Alex blushed and grinned. “Just my usual Jan load; I save them up for you.”
“Ah, you’re a sweet-talker when you want to be. Well, thank you, I love your loads; no matter what size they are.”
Alex laughed and rolled off of Jan, letting him get up to go empty himself. He stared at the ceiling for a minute after Jan walked out, wondering if he was doing the right thing. He knew he wasn't, but he also knew he couldn't give up those times with Jan. He grinned to himself and rolled off the bed, getting up. He walked into the bathroom and stopped and grinned at Jan, sitting on the toilet.
“You look cute like that.”
Jan giggled and blushed. “Thanks; you, too. You want to join me in the shower when I’m done here?”
Alex smiled. “I was just thinking the same thing; hurry up.”
“I’m going as fast as I can; some things can’t be rushed. Get the water hot, I’ll be ready by the time you are.”
He grinned. “OK.”
About ten minutes into their shower, Alex was on his knees, servicing and worshiping at the great cock he so loved trying to swallow. He actually managed ¾ of it before gagging and pulling off; his personal best so far. He manages to get Jan to cum in his mouth before the water started to cool, and they finished their shower and got dried off before anyone came home.
To be continued...
Posted: 01/25/13