Magnus, aka Madz,
A very Special Student
By:
Ruwen Rouhs
(© 2022 by the author)
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Chapter 12
Is this Love?
Anders and I snuggled under the covers and spooned. After a while, Anders nudged me. "You Baby-Boy, I can't sleep. And I'm not that tired either. And you?" When I didn't respond right away he went on, "Do you know why I told you to wash your butt? No?" He straightened up a bit and kissed me on the ear, "We were going to try that thing Alies said was even better than wanking." He waited for my reaction and then explained, "You have to stick your dick in my butt and then I'll stick mine in yours, Baby-Boy. Oh, Baby-Boy do you want that?" Then I suddenly perked up again, "I'm also quite curious how that feels. At home, Helmes told me that it feels great when Kalle sticks his dick in his hole. But it hurts when he doesn't use milking grease." "Alies didn't say anything about milking fat! Maybe he was lying and he never did it. Not with me, anyway!" "I didn't bring milking grease along, but I did bring hand lotion. Wait, I'll get it!"
When I climbed back in the bed, Anders was already waiting for me. He had knelt down, stretched his bottom in the air and propped himself up with his arms. "Go ahead, I'm curious to see what it's like. Lubricate me the hole well and your dickie also!" He looked over his shoulder and watched curiously what I was doing.
I pressed a long strand of lotion into the crack between his buttocks and then began to search for the hole with my index finger. I found it and put a lot of lotion on it.
I had never seen Anders' bottom before. Now I was amazed. Anders already had some hair under his arms and around his dick was a real hair forest. From the crotch coming a fine line of hair extended up to his hole and further. Around the hole, however, the hair was longer. They formed a real wreath around it. I had no hair under the armpits and from the buttocks I did not even know that there could grow any. Therefore, I quickly ran a finger into my crack, but I did not feel any hairs. "Oh boy, you have hair around the butt hole, Anders, that looks quite funny. I'm completely bald there." and I began to carefully run a finger up and down the crack. But Anders got all fuzzy, "You'll get hair too, wait. Just wait, but now stick a finger in my hole, I want to know how it feels. I want to know if it hurts."
I carefully began to press my middle finger into Anders' hole. The ringmuscle did not give in at first. I pressed and pressed and suddenly the fingertip slid in, then my finger up to the first knuckle and then almost all the way in. Anders didn't protest, so it didn't hurt him.
"That wasn't so easy. Did you clamp the hole shut?" "I might have, but without meaning to." "Does it hurt?" I inquired, "What should I do next?"
"Run your finger in and out a few times so I get used to it! Make it like you're rimming me with your finger." Anders was now concentrating on what I was doing back there. After a few moments he got used to the gentle back and forth and chuckled. "Now do it with your dick. I'll wait. Alies is right, that feels great."
I now lubricated my dickie thickly with hand lotion, then pushed my hips forward and sought to push it into Anders' hole. At first, I slipped and slid with the tip only in the crack between the buttocks up and down. Then I helped with my hand and pressed the cockhead exactly onto the hole. But my knob was too thick! I couldn't even get a little bit of the knob in. Anders looked back curiously. "Does not matter! Rub it back and forth in the crack like you did yesterday!"
I rimmed away. Soon I couldn't help it, back and forth, faster and faster. Suddenly I felt the white juice squirting out. I came and came and came. I squirted like never before. Anders felt that I suddenly stopped thrusting, that my cockhead was getting thicker and thicker, and that the white juice was shooting on his back. Suddenly I slumped down on Anders' back, breathing heavily. I couldn't say anything, Anders however turned his head to me and started kissing me. "That was great, even if your dick was inside. Now it's my turn, Baby-Boy, I can't wait any longer!"
I wanted to kneel down, but Anders pushed me back onto the mattress. "You must be tired now. Here I push a pillow under your belly, then your butt is really high and you can rest while I rim you."
Before Anders spread the lotion between my buttocks, he pushed them apart until he could see the wrinkled, reddish hole closely. Carefully, he licked the fine folds of skin around the entrance with the tip of his tongue. "You taste delicious, Baby-Boy. Your hole tastes as good as you." I noticed how he put his nose deep into the crack and sniffed. "You smell delicious, Baby-Boy, like soap, but also like you!" I had to giggle "Are you a doggie?" "Oh Baby-Boy you taste so good and you smell so good! I could lick you all day and sniff you. Not just your butt but everywhere."
Then Anders opened the tube of cream and squeezed out a big blob, "Your hole almost looks like a rosebud. But now I'll make my dick all greasy, then it will slide into your hole easily!" He pushed his index finger into the hole and when it slid in easily, he stuck it in as deep as possible. "It’s fun Baby-Boy, you like it? Are you having as much fun as I have?" As he asked, he began to slide his finger in and out of my hole slowly at first, then faster and faster. Slowly I got used to it, but when Anders tried to enter me with his dick, I protested, "No, no, that hurts, it’s too fat!" I turned my head and saw that Anders' cockhead was already all swollen and peeking out of the foreskin like a ripe strawberry. Anders tried again and then a third time. Then he gave up.
"You know what Bab-Boy, press your thighs together really hard and I'll stick my cock in between in between and rim." Anders rimmed me really hard. When he squirted, his cum shot onto the pillow under my butt. There it was mixed with mine, because I had come a second time. After that, we huddled and fell asleep again in no time.
When we woke up, the sun was already shining in the window. We got up and ran side by side down the stairs to the bathroom, our hard-ons ahead like signposts Carlo saw them disappear in the bathroom. He whistled through his teeth, shook his head and called after them "Don't put everything under water again like yesterday and don't use up all the hot water. Paul wants a hot shower too!" When a loud "Yes!" rang out, he quickly added. "There are things little boys aren't supposed to do in the bathroom, got it!" "Then we'll do something else!" I called back. We were out of the bathroom so fast, that Carlo could assume we hadn't done anything funny.
While Carlo was preparing breakfast, he grinned as he remembered the night before. The previous evening, shortly before falling asleep, Pollux and he had been aroused again by the loud squeaking of the mattress in the boy’s room. When they then heard through the wall "Baby-Boy, that's great!" they guessed what Madz and Anders were doing. Carlo turned to Paul, "Do you know what they're doing right now?" he laughed softly, "They're trying what we loved to do after school. Just listen, Pollux!" Soon after they grinned at each other, as Madz and Anders squealed like two happy piglets. A little later they heard Anders soft voice, "You smell so good, Madz! I could sniff you all day. Not only on your butt but everywhere." Paul could no longer control himself. He pulled the covers off Carlo and Castor knew immediately what his Pollux wanted. He knelt down in front of him, stuck his butt skywards. They didn't need any more lubricant as they had just fucked before.
A short time later Carlo saw them running up the stairs. A little later they came down to the living room dressed and combed looking just like nice boys should. Happily, he called out, "Pollux, breakfast is ready. Make it quick, the stomachs of our guests are already growling."
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When I came down the stairs, I had hidden the book of the knight John de Montevilla behind my back. After breakfast I put it on the tablet, "Castor and Pollux!" I said with excited voice, "Yesterday I discovered something precious after all. Not the gold treasure but something much more exciting, an old book. I found a package in the garbage bin of the wine cellar. I took it upstairs and opened it in my room. I didn't know what was inside." And I showed the book.
Anders was all excited, "It's over 300 years old, that book! Just look at it and how strangely it's written. Madz can decipher it. I can't. Can we look at the book together?"
Paul wasn't surprised, since he knew Madz was a things finder who carried everything home he came across. Carlo, however, was surprised and wary, because he was in charge of what was going on in the castle. "Not so fast guys! At first, we have to clarify to whom the book belongs. Found things have to be turned in, at least if they are valuable. Old books can be valuable."
Anders, practical as he was inclined to be, immediately hooked in. "If someone threw such an old book to the trash, he wanted to get rid of it, after all. Therefore, it belongs to whoever it finds.
"If the winegrowers had taken away the garbage can with the old barrel staves and the other junk and burned it, the book would be gone, too. No one would have known it was gone and no one would miss! It would have been gone forever! So Madz should it keep. I'm sure he won't burn it!"
"But don't you agree Pollux that we have to be careful because it's so old?" cautioned Carlo. "You're probably right, Castor, but Anders is also right. Madz saved it, now it's his! However,...!" "But Carlo, why do you object!" protested Anders, "When a problem like that comes up in our class, we vote on it democratically! You know that as our school chaplain." Then Anders looked from one to the other, raised his hand, "I'm for letting Madz keep it!"
"Well I don't know whether a vote counts in a case like this. If you had found the treasure of Veit, then the state would also demand its share!" objected Carlo. Immediately Anders suggested, "Madz, give him the newspaper and the oil canvas in which the book was wrapped. And you Carlo give these to the state. Then the state will have its proper share!"
Madz sat there all gloomy. He never thought it would be so complicated when he found something and took it home. "I always take home everything I find, feathers, bones of birds, discarded books. Why can't I take this old book, too? Once I even found a brand-new pocket knife. When it turned out that nobody was missing it, I was allowed to keep it. Even Father Angler was okay with it."
"Let's take a vote! Otherwise it'll be noon and we won't have decided anything!"
"Noon? Oh, Saint Sebastian, what time is it! Mass is at 11 o'clock. You two come with me to church, Anders and Madz. Pollux you heathen, stay there and cook! You're still in your pajamas!"
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After lunch, the fate of the book was decided. Madz was its new owner, but Paul should keep it save. Alies had had a vote in the decision, also. He had appeared just before lunch, as if he had smelled the schnitzels frying in the pan. However, he did not only parasitize on the meal, but contributed a strawberry cake and a pot of whipped cream.
His belly full of schnitzel, potato salad and dessert, Anders put his arm around Madz's shoulder and hugged him tightly. When latter sighed contentedly because of the delicious meal and the previous night and closed his eyes, Anders gave him a kiss. This evoked smirks from Paul and Carlo and pure amazement by Alies. "Little brother Andreas! What's the matter with you? Have you fallen in love?" Then he looked from Carlo to Paul and then from Paul to Carlo, "Do you two end up loving each other too?" as they blushed, the red-haired Carlo even turning fiery red, he laughed, "I thought something like that right away when you didn't react to s'Babettle and s'Bärbelle approaches the way I thought you would."
"Were you trying to set us up with your girlfriends? Your bad luck, Alies. You are 15 years too late. We've been together since we entered high school."
"Again, I’m going empty handed and I'm so into red hair." He winked at the chaplain and declared, "I'm not going to make a big deal out of it, if you guys aren't because of Anders and Madz!" "Don't hang a lantern to it!" Carlo frowned, then pondered a moment, "Maybe I'm promising too much, but I know another redhead. He's almost your age, Alies. He could use a friend here in Hallberg." Blinking briefly, "I'm not promising anything. It depends on him."
Now Alies blushed and stammered, "I, I didn't.....!" "Blah blah blah! I can see it in your face Alies! I know the ways around!" laughed Paul, who guessed Carlo was alluding to his younger brother. "Is Haakon coming to Hallberg, too? What's he doing here?" "He wants to leave home. He wants to become an artist, but our rents insist that he finish his schooling beforehand. This won't work in the city! Too much distraction. I have enrolled him in the Hallberg Boarding School for the next term."
Alies listened to the two curiously, but was also confused. "Andreas goes to boarding school too, in seventh grade. Most of the students are boarding. Will Haakon live at boarding school or at home, like Anders? He'll make friends quickly at boarding school."
"Haakon! Everyone calls him Haaki not Haakon. Haaki will live here, at least at the start." Then he looked at Alies, "Knowing him, he'll need someone to look after him. And it certainly can't be his big brother! Why don't you try it Alies, maybe it will work out!" He winked at Alies, who suddenly turned red in the face and put his right hand into his trouser pocket.
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In the meantime, Anders and I had disappeared with the travel description into the garden behind the house. Hidden in the shade of the large copper beech, we began to leaf through the book. The first chapter was devoted to "Travels through the Promised Land/India and Persia". The text in the outdated German and unfamiliar script gave us a lot of trouble while reading. Anders soon gave up. "Let's leaf through it first, Madz. When we showed it to Paul and Carlo, I noticed illustrations. Let's look at the pictures first. Otherwise it'll be boring."
I turned the pages carefully. The first woodcuts were of knights, kings, saints, and Moses receiving the ten Commandments on Mount Sinai, Christ's death, Stephen being stoned.
The first picture that really captivated Anders showed a man who had one leg only. However, the leg was as big as the man himself. I tried to decipher the text next to it. "In Ethiopia you will find many kind of men. Some have a foot which is seven feet wide. When they want to get a rest, they lay down on their back and put the foot in the air to give shade.” Anders laughed out loud. He curled up in laughter, threw himself on the grass in front of the bench where we were sitting, stretched one foot to the sky and tried to imitate the Ethiopian's sun umbrella. "I need both legs! Mine are long enough, however, doesn't give enough shade." Then he sat up. "Madz, do you think this is true? In RE we talked about Ethiopia. The Ethiopians are Christians, and in the photos the chaplain showed, everyone had two legs!"
In meantime I had turned the pages. "Come Anders, here in the woodcut is a man without a head. He has a face on his chest. That's just as funny. Look his face is as big as his chest and he has eyes, a nose and a mouth but no ears." Anders laughed, pushed up his shirt and began to dance in front of me. "See my eyes?" he laughed loud, while pointing to his nipples. Then he pointed to the navel, "My mouth is too small Madz, I sure will starve. Oh! Where's my nose?" He searched his chest. Finally, he grabbed between his legs, fiddled with his pecker and announced happily, "Here I have it! Thank goodness it's May! If it were winter and I had a cold, my pants would be all wet!"
Laughing, he sat down next to me again and pointed to the woodcut at the bottom of the page. "Look, the man has a head, but no mouth. He doesn't look starved at all, though. I don't believe that knight Johannis had seen such people!"
I continued to turn the pages. On the next print, which we studied more closely, was a tree. "Look Madz, flying foxes hanging in the branches!" "They're weird, though. If they are flying foxes why do they have horns." I pondered, "In the book I have at home, neither the flying foxes nor bats have horns." "These must be other animals! Let me read." After some searching, I found the appropriate text for it, " Casdylbe is is a beautiful land. There trees have friuts white like books. When you open the friuts, there is a beast inside, that has flesh and skin, and looks like a lemur, which eats fruits.“
"An ape-tree? I'm sure, there is not such plant like an ape-tree, Madz!" Suddenly Anders wrinkled his brow, "You must think I'm crazy, Madz. At home I also have such monsters, a whole desk full of monsters. But I make them myself. I take parts of broken toys and glue them together. I use parts of little dolls, of animals, of cars, and of parts that accumulate at Alies’ shop when he repairs radios, TVs and such. At his workbench always accumulate parts like diodes, transistors, fuses, switches and little bulbs."
"I can't imagine those monstrosities Anders. But wait, maybe I can! I also build monsters but out of wood, little stones, glass beads and stuff like that."
"Should I explain to you, Madz, how it came about? Once I found a toy lion with no head and no front legs. I fixed the head of a little doll on it. For eyes I glued red transistors on the new head and instead of legs I mounted wheels from a toy car to the body. For wings I used the ones of a dead sparrow. The next monster I build, was from toy cow. Instead of the head, I glued an eagle's head to it, and I made its wings out of cardboard. Then I made the two of them fight each other."
Anders looked at me curiously and at the same time kind of bashful, "Alies always laughs at my creatures. You're crazy, he says as soon I've invented a new monster. Nevertheless, he likes them and allows me to take the parts that he no longer needs. When he finds a broken toy somewhere, he brings it home, also!" Then he quietly added, "Do you think I'm crazy, Baby-Boy?"
I slammed the book shut and put it aside. Suddenly I couldn't help myself and put my arm over his shoulders, "Will you show me your monsters, Anders? You know, the ancient Greeks also knew such creatures. They are called them chimeras. They looked quite gruesome and were so big that they could eat people. The Greek had sphinxes, harpies, hydras and centaurs. Paul has a big book showing pictures of them. Maybe he can bring it to Hallberg sometime!"
Suddenly Anders asked shyly, "So you don't think I'm crazy. Do you want to see my fantastic creatures? Will you come?"
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The front of the house in Church-Street was in shadow. The blue sky was reflected in the three shop windows. Alois Bundschuh was written on each display. On the first one it said "Alois Bundschuh – Short-Wave" on the second "Alois Bundschuh – Long-Wave" and on the third "Alois Bundschuh – Cold-Wave". I had to laugh. Bundschuh, what a name! I didn't even know that Alois’ family name was Bundschuh, so I asked Anders, "Are you also called Bundschuh? Andreas Bundschuh? And” pointing to the display windows, “there three brothers? All of them are called Alois; that is Alois I, Alois II and Alois III?"
"Three brothers?" then my question ignited, "No, Alies want it so! Sounds like more. After all, he runs three businesses, a TV and radio store, a Hi-Fi store and a beauty salon!" "I understand about the TV and the records, but hairdressing? Does Alies do perms?" I squeezed my nose against the first shop window. The salesroom was dark today and all I could see were the display items in the window, television sets, radios, record players. "Nonsense! s'Babettle and s'Bärbelle are the hairdressers and Alois is selling everything you see here" Anders pointed in the shop windows. "and all the appliances the people need. He fixes TVs, Hi-Fi systems and radios and helps people put up antennas! Alies can do everything!" "Gee, I envy you! I bet you have a TV too." "No, I don't, only Alies has one. But now come around the house, it's really hot. We'll take the back entrance into the house, the one from the garden."
In the meantime, I had cooled down in the shade of the house, but my sweaty shirt still stuck to my back. In the garden in the hot sunshine it dried immediately and I was glad when Anders led me into the house and into the apartment on the second floor.
"Do you like something to drink, sparkling water, juice or tap water?" he asked in the kitchen. The cold apple juice from the refrigerator did the trick and I took my half-full glass under the roof to Anders' room at the third level, that is under the roof. From the window I let my eyes wander from the large garden that trailed down the slope to the forest on the other side of the valley. Then Anders pulled the curtains in front of the windows so that it became cooler due to the draught from the staircase and showed me the desk with his creatures. I was surprised! Not only the lion with the doll's head and the cow with the eagle's head stood there, but the top of the desk was cluttered with about thirty monsters of different sizes. From dwarf monsters, barely thumbs high, to giant monsters that measured almost two spans. Many were really funny, others serious and a bit scary. "Feel free to take them in your hand, even the ones with the long teeth. None will bite!" Anders tilted his head, "Do you like them?" I think he wanted to ask, "Do you like me? Do you like me despite the monsters?" but didn’t dare. I turned around, looked into his eyes, "You did great. With you I can travel the whole world, like the knight John de Montevilla in the book!"
Suddenly I felt an arm around my shoulders and Alies said, "I've been waiting for this for a long time, for Andreas to find a friend to travel the world with him, Madz!" When he turned to Anders, whom he had put the other arm around his shoulders, "I bet when Madz is here, you'll build only happy creatures, or no sad ones at all, and you'll conquer the world together."
Anders looked at his half-brother in surprise. "But then Madz will have to stay with us next time and not with the chaplain. We'll fix up the little room next to mine for him!" With that, he pointed to a door in his room that was opposite the front door.
I was so surprised that I had to think over the invitation. "Do you think I should stay you next time Paul brings me along? Will you invite me?"
"Sure! I would like it even more, if you move in with us forever. There's plenty of room for the two of us." Anders stuttered out. Alies however uttered his doubts, "Anders, Anders, dear little brother, even if Madz wants to, his mother won't allow him to move in with us completely, and surely Madz wants to stay with his mother, too." Anders argued against it, "He doesn't even have a room to himself in Gondersdorf, just look!" pointing to Alies’ room, which was on the other side of the stairs, with the door wide open. “We both have our own room. Madz needs his own too!"
Alies had furnished his room like a living room, only the bed in an alcove, reminded that he also spent the nights here. Next to the bed was the most important thing, his amateur radio station with which he could contact the whole world. Next to it was the second most important thing, a large television set. As I knew already. Anders was also allowed to use it, not as often as he wanted, but almost always.
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To be continued...
Posted 10/07/2022