Magnus, aka Madz,
A very Special Student 

By: Ruwen Rouhs
(© 2022 by the author)

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Chapter 9
Spooning with Anders

Shortly before nine o'clock in the evening, there was sudden rapping on the glass door to the parlor, the chaplain's living and dining room. Outside stood Alies. He was quite out of breath. "Sorry Chaplain, I'm much too late. I promised Andreas I would pick him up after soccer practice. Usually it ends at half past seven, but today it lasted until nine. Tomorrow is an important game!"

Alies looked around the room. His questioning face showed that he missed Anders.  "Your brother is upstairs with Madz. He is asking you, if he can stay with Magnus, because his Baby-Boy may get scared in a strange house." Paul confirmed Carlo by, "Madz had a panic attack when he saw the torture devices in the tower." "As far as I'm concerned, Anders can spend the night here, but I wonder!" he frowned, "At home, he's usually the anxious one and crawls into bed with me. It's just fine with me if he suddenly gets brave and wants to protect his new friend."

"Madz and your brother hit it off right away." laughed Carlo "The only thing that bothers Madz is that Anders always calls him Baby-Boy."  "Oh, he got that from his grandmother, she always called Anders Baby-Boy. But," he hesitated for a moment, "Andreas and I are only half-brothers. We have the same father but different mothers. I grew up with my mother, he with his grandparents." He hesitated, "Anders has lived with me since he became eleven. I took him in when his grandparents died in quick succession." Noticing the astonished faces of Castor and Pollux, he laughed, "We have a odd pals and it works well!" "Doesn't a young man like you mind playing nanny day in and day out? Your girlfriends must be jealous that you're taking care of him like this," Paul inquired. "I don't have any girlfriends. Have you suspected S'Bärbelle or s'Babettle is my girlfriend? Way of the mark! Both are employed at my shop. They're funny and sweet, but none of them is my girlfriend. Anders wouldn't like me having one of them for a girlfriend either. The four of us are cousins."

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Around nine o'clock, that is when Alies arrived, Anders and I had been sleeping like rocks for a while.  When I slipped into bed, I got goosebumps. "Uhh, the whole bed is clammy!" I remarked barely audibly as my teeth chattered loudly. Anders, who was lying on his back, turned to me and pushed himself close, "Come I'll warm you, Baby-Boy. We're going to spoon. I'm freezing too." "But your feet are as cold as icicles!" I complained. "Wait, I pull my legs up, then sit in my lap like on a chair, only warmer. This way you won't notice that I have cold feet." I pressed myself very close to Anders and he wrapped both arms around me and held me tight. As he did so, he explained, "Alies always does that to me when I'm cold and I crawl into bed with him." I had never spooned with someone before. At first, I didn't feel quite comfortable. However, once I really warmed up, I enjoyed Anders' offer. I even wiggled my bottom until I found the most comfortable position in his lap.

In the middle of the night I woke up. Something was different than at home. I was freezing. In the dim light, I fished for the bedspread. Anders had turned away and pulled it completely away from me. I slid over to Anders, pulled the blanket over me, pressed myself tightly against his back and put my arms around him. Now he was in my lap and he seemed to like it. He pressed himself tightly against me and slept on.

Before I could fall asleep again, the tower clock struck six times. Actually, there was still at least an hour before I had to get up. Nevertheless, I was already wide awake. As always when I wake up my dick was hard and itchy. I would have liked to shake off, but pressed so tightly against Anders that this was impossible. I had only known him for half a day. Then I had an idea, that is, my dick had an idea of its own and began to rub up and down in the narrow cleft between Anders' buttocks. In the process, it slipped out of the slit in my pajama pants and I couldn't help myself and started rubbing faster and faster.

Anders' butt was still stuck in his underpants. Suddenly a thought popped into my head, wouldn't it be nicer if Anders' bottom was naked and I could rub my hard-on against the warm skin? However, I couldn’t keep going! Suddenly Anders stirred. I got anxious, stopped rubbing, lay as still as a mouse and closed my eyes. But he had noticed what I had done. "Do you like it?" Anders wanted to know curiously. Then he laughed softly, "Hell, that's fun, I know! I'll just pull my pants down and it'll be even more fun."

"Sorry, please, please! I didn't mean to wake you up." was my lame excuse, which he didn't take seriously. "Go ahead!" at that he pushed his underpants down to his knees and stretched his bare bottom out to me. "Alies and I do that all the time, too. Once I am in the back, once he is. Go for it!" The encouragement was enough and I kept rubbing until I came panting loudly and my juice squirted between Anders's butt cheeks.

Anders knew what he wanted. First, he tickled me and then, when I curled up like a baby, he pulled my pajama pants down. "Come on Baby-Boy, we'll do it differently. Kneel down, prop yourself up with your arms and stick your butt in the air!"  I followed his instruction in wonder. Soon, however, I wondered even more when Anders began sniffing my butt like a puppy. "Anders, did you turn into a doggy?" I giggled, because it itched. "Are you enjoying it?" was his reply, "That's the way it should be. Your fanny smells like a baby-boy fanny should!" I flinched and wanted to warn Anders because he didn't know how clean my butt was. But he didn't seem to care and started licking. I was getting too woozy with the new sensation that I pushed my butt all the way toward him. Anders had something else in mind though. Suddenly he stopped and pressed the hard tip of his dick between my butt cheeks and began humping. He humped until his white juice splattered in the crack between my buttocks.

Afterwards we lay on our backs and rested. When the bell struck seven o'clock Anders explained to me, "Actually I should have spunked into your hole, but I didn't dare. Alies told me that people say, this was the best thing about it." "A schoolmate told me about that, too. But I've never done it. Have you?" "No, Alies wanted to, but I didn't. His cock is too fat. I'm sure he couldn’t do me." Then he thought, "Yours is smaller, thinner! Shall we try it tonight? You put your dicklet in my boy-pussy and I put mine in yours. Would you like that?" "My dicky is but fatter than yours! Do you think it will work?" “Sure, mine is thinner, but longer!” Comparing our dicks in mind, I suddenly remembered, "We have to ask Carlo if you can spend another night with me? Maybe he doesn't think I'm scared anymore!"

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When Carlo returned from Early Mass, he heard their happy laughter already at the door. "Is that coming from the bathroom?" he called out to Paul, who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, and ran to the bathroom. A water puddle had already formed under the bathroom door. "Stop it. Stop it!" he heard Madz shout, "Everything is already swimming, Anders! What do you think Paul and Carlo will say! The chaplain will throw us out for sure!"

Carlo yanked open the door and immediately got a gush of water. He had to grin. Anders stood naked in the tub and chased Madz around the small room with a jet of water from the shower. He held his hands in front of his eyes and tried to avoid the water jet again and again. Carlo was about to burst out laughing when he remembered, "Hello, what's this? This is a bathroom, not a battlefield! How do you even come to be allowed to run around naked in a parish mansion. Stop, wait there's a hefty fine!"

I was scared to death. Ripped my hands from my face and held them in front of my semi-stiff instead. What excuse could I give? Anders was no less startled. He quickly turned off the water, crouched down so that the chaplain could not see his dick. But he couldn't control himself for long and crowed happily, "The baby-boy is water-shy! I had to shoo him through the bathroom with the water jet. Mr. Chaplain, he is really afraid of cold water!"

Now I got mad, "You're scared yourself! You are mean! Call me no more Baby-Boy otherwise I bite of your di.....!" swallowed the rest of the word and asked dripping wet, "Sorry Mr. Chaplain, I mean Carlo, but it was so funny. I promise to clean up the bathroom." Spotting Paul behind Carlo he added, "Please Paul tell him I can clean up." "That's right Carlo. Madz cleaned up my room much neater than I can."  Then he pointed a finger at Anders, "But you have to help him!"

Wrapped in towels, we both raced up to the upper floor. Alies, who had just entered through the garden door and caught sight of Anders' bare bottom. "What are you doing, Andreas, shame on you." Noticing Paul and Carlo, he stammered, "I've told Anders a thousand times not to run around the house naked. But he doesn't listen! I can't break him of that habit. Sometimes..." Then Anders bent over the balustrade on the upper floor and called down, "Forbidding, my gosh! You're always running around naked yourself. I learned that from you" "Anders, Anders, don't tell any more of our family secrets, or I won't dare come here again!"

Carlo just grinned, "Do you think I've never seen a naked boy's ass? Even prospective priests were boys once!" then he asked, "What do you have in the bag?" "Fresh laundry for Anders and thick sweaters for both of them, because it should be freezing in the castle dungeon! I also brought fresh rolls for breakfast!"

After breakfast, the chaplain said goodbye. "I have duties. On Saturday morning I always have to look after the boarders in the boarding school, otherwise everything goes haywire. I got the job here mainly to help the village pastor educate the boys at the Hall boarding school. Ask Anders if I'm doing a good job." At the door he was still admonishing, "Watch them, Paul, especially when you descend into the dungeon. Never let the trap door close!" Alies was glad that the chaplain had not taken offence and called after Carlo, "I'll watch out, Mr. Chaplain. I'll stay and see if they're safe downstairs. I've also brought a spotlight so that they can have enough light in the dungeon. I don't need to be at the store until 10 o'clock, since S'Babettle and S'Bärbelle are already there since 9 o'clock!"

"Alies, I thought you wanted to be a ball scraper in the Premier Ligue. A store?" "Have you not noticed my shop in the Church Street? It’s the one with the three shop-windows. The first one says short-wave, the second long-wave, and the third perm-wave. That's the name of my store, Short-Wave, Long-Wave, Water-Wave."

"I almost always take a back-road to the castle, not through the village otherwise I would have noticed the names. Short-Wave? Long-Wave? Water- Wave? The last one doesn't fit right. In general, the names are unusual for a business! I know short-wave, long-wave. These are radio frequencies, but water-wave?"

"You're right. Water-wave is a hair style. The name is tradition. My mother had a beauty shop. I started as an amateur radio operator when I was in elementary school. When I got kicked out of school, that is, out of the Hall Boarding School, I learned to be a radio technician. I opened an electrical store next door to her beauty parlor. When she died, I took over her business also. Now I have two stores, a store for electronics, radio and HiFi store and a beauty shop.” "That means. you are not only a goalkeeper and a radio and HiFi specialist but also a hairstylist." "Not quite. In Short-Wave and Long-Wave I fix and sell radios and Hi-Fi systems, in Water-Wave s'Bärbelle and s'Babettle are doing the hair of the village beauties!" Then he grinned at Paul, "Come on over, they'd love to wash your head and the chaplain's too."

"And where does Andreas come into the picture?" "Complicated story. I'll tell it in more detail another time. Just briefly now. Andreas is my half-brother, lives with me and attends the Hall Boarding School. He also knows the chaplain from there. He is always a bit afraid of him. But I'm sure it will get better from now on!" "Are you also afraid of Carlo?" "Of course not!" Suddenly Alies blushed. "Paul" he began, but suddenly became sheepish, "do you think he likes me?"

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To be continued...

Posted 09/16/2022