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Lonely Men and Poor Boys

Short Stories

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Graf (Count) Gunter von Hartfeld stood on a hill overlooking his piece of land. It would have been perfect, but fate struck him hard the last few years. His peons loved him, because he was a caring and gentle sire to them. He had an adorable wife, who was pregnant with his baby. But she and the baby-boy died in the child-bed. Everyone told him, it was god's will. To hell with god, if it's that way. He knew he will go to hell himself, with this blasphemous thoughts, but it didn't matter to him. The last two years, since she died, were so painfull, that hell couldn't scare him anymore. He felt so empty and tired in his soul. Something of himself died back then.

Graf Gunter sighed and mounted his horse, to ride back to his castle. After a ride of about 30 minutes he reached the front of his manor, that seamt so empty, despite the great number of domestics, caring for him. He felt so lonely, although there were so many people around him.

"Sire?"

His deep thoughts were shattered in an instant, by this meek, soft voice. He looked down and saw two boys, standing at the path to his castle. They looked terribly under-nourished and dirty and their clothes were mere rags. The older one seemed to be around 10 or 11 years, the younger maybe around 5 or 6.

"Yeah? What is it?" he grumbled down at them. The older one looked up to him with weak and pleading eyes.

"Sire, I'm sorry to disturb you. Me and my brother are orphans, since our parents passed away, last winter. You aren't possibly in need of some help? We two are dilligent workers and will work hard for just a little to eat."

He thought about sending them away, but as he looked down at them, he noticed the sad expression in their eyes. The little one seemed so weak, that he nearly couldn't stand. He dismounted his horse, stepped up to them and kneeled down before them. "So, what do you think, you could do for me?" he said, now in a much softer tone.

"We… we… our parents were farmers not far from here. We could help in the stables, or in the kitchen. We would do anything, sire. Please, sire. Don't send us away."

Graf Gunter was nearly mesmerized, by the big blue-grey eyes eyes of the boy. They seemed to touch something in his heart. "What are your names, boy?"

"I… I… my name is Martin and this here is my brother Richard, sire." A flicker of hope could be seen in his eyes. "When did you eat something, last time Martin?"

"I… I think we last ate something three days ago, sire."

Gunter tried to clear his thoughts. "Ok, Martin. I'm sure, we will find some work for you two to do. But first, you would have to take a bath and then you have to eat something. It wouldn't help, if you break down from hunger, isn't it?"

The eyes of the boy lit up. "You… you would… you would, really? Thank you, thank you so much, sire. We will work really hard. You won't be disappointed. I promise," he blabbered.

Something happened to Graf Gunter, that didn't happen to him for the last two years: He had to smile. He couldn't help it. This boy was so cute, in his innocence. "Did you ever ride a horse before?"

"N… no, sire. Our parents just maintained a little wheat-field and… and we had a cow."

Without another word he grabbed Martin by the waist and put him on the horse, then he grabbed little Richard and positioned him behind his brother. "Hold fast," he said and then he guided the horse up to his castle.

His main-servant came up to him, as he reached it. "Sire?"

"Wilhelm. These two men are in bad need of a bath and some new clothes. And tell Marie, she should prepare a meal for us three."

Wilhelm looked a little puzzled, as he saw the two 'men', but he was used to obey at once. And he was really happy, to see his sire, smiling again. He helped the two boys down and said to them: "So, come on, little gentlemen. Let's get you nice and clean, so that we could see what's under all this dirt. Who knows? Maybe you are just two little kobolds, playing jokes on us." He had to smirk, as he saw the shocked expression in their faces. "Oh, come on. Just mocking you," he said to them, smiling warmly, holding out his hands.

The two boys grabbed it and Wilhelm led them over to the domestic-wing. It took him over a hour to get the two boys clean. They found some clothes from page-boys around their age and eventually the two boys stood before him. They looked nearly respectable now, were there not the clear signs of under-nourishment. Little Richard was perhaps 90 cm [3 ft] and weighed maybe 25 kg [55 lbs]. His older brother was around 130 cm [4'4"], with aproximately 35 kg [78 lbs]. Both were blond-haired, as common in the area. Richard's eyes were sky-blue, Martin's were grey-blue. The two boys looked at him, terribly unsure.

"Don't be afraid, little ones. Our sire is a good, warm-hearted man. Just take care what you say to him, for he has lost his wife and son not long ago. Try to avoid, telling him about family-life. I think it would hurt him too much. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sire," Martin said.

"Oh, boy. I am no sire. I am just a servant. You can call me Wilhelm."

"Thank you, ss… Wilhelm."

"So, let's go and show you to Graf Gunter. Just remember to behave yourself."

"Sss… Wilhelm. I… I don't know. How should we behave? You know… we… we were simple farmers and… we don't know, what we should do," Martin said shy.

Wilhelm looked at him and noticed for the first time, what a nice boy Martin was. "I'm sure you will do right, Martin. Just be yourself and remember to respect the status of Sir Gunter. Never ever question anything he says. You have to do all, what your sire says, understand?"

"Yes,Wilhelm. Will… will you be by our side to advice us?"

"No, I don't think so. But don't be afraid. Sir Gunter is a warmhearted man. If you do anything wrong, he won't tear your heads off. Just be natural. What about your little brother? Couldn't he speak? He hasn't said a single word since you are here."

"No. He… he didn't say anything, since our mommy died. I don't know what I can do to help him, but he's my brother and I couldn't leave him behind."

Wilhelm looked in Richard's face and saw the blank expression in the little boy's eyes. This kid must be terrible sad about their parients death, but his little mind blocked anything out, that could possibly hurt him. The man knew all to well, how the two boys felt, for he was not much older than Richard, as he lost his parents. Maybe the boys and his sire could help each other, to overcome the pain they felt.

Wilhelm led the boys through seemingly endless hallways, until they came to a big double-door. "Be brave and try to enjoy it," he said and ushered them in.

The boys stood there wide-eyed. The room was certainly bigger than their tiny hut and the furniture and tapestries looked very expensive and they didn't dare to move, in fear to destroy something. Graf Gunter looked at the two excited boys, which stood there like sculptures. "Do you want to stand there forever? Come on over here," he said smiling.

Martin and Richard stumbled across the room, until they stood beside Graf Gunter at the table. "Sit down, you two. You are my guests today."

Quiet nervous the boys did so and Gunter saw that Richard was so small, that he couldn't look over the edge of the table.

"Richard? Do you want to sit on my lap, so that you could reach the table?" he asked him. The boy looked at him suspiciously, but as he saw the gentle smile of his sire, he nodded his head, came over and sat on his lap. Graf Gunter used a small bell and the doors opened. Some servants came in and placed the meal on the table. The boys were dumbfounded, for that was sure more food, than they had the last two months.

"Is this just for us three?" Martin asked him, with wide eyes. His belly showed his approval, with an angry growl.

Graf Gunter laughed heartyly. "Yes, it is Martin. Normally I don't eat that much, but as you told me you don't ate for three days, I thought it would be good to order some more."

Martin didn't know what to say. He was so hungry and urged to start eating, but he didn't dare to do it first. "Martin, when you are the guest, you are the one to start the meal. So, do it! Take what you want."

Martin looked at him unsure, but his little brother relaxed the situation, as he simply took a chicken-leg and began to gnaw on it. Martin and Gunter both had to laugh and started their meal too. After an hour, they all were quiet satiated.

"How about some dessert?" Gunter asked.

"Thank you, sire. But I think, if I eat just a little more, I will surely explode."

Gunter laughed. "You are right. I can't remember, when I last ate this much. I think it was the day, my wife told me…" he stopped and his face got a sad expression.

"Wh… what happened to your wife?" Martin asked carefully.

"She… she died on child-birth, together with my little son," Gunter said and some tears started to run down his cheeks.

Richard saw that, reached up with his small hand and started to stroke his face soothingly. Gunter looked down at the little tyke and noticed the sad expression in the boy's eyes. These two were in the same situation as he. They understand how he felt. Suddenly he felt nearer to them, than to any other person in his life. And he felt something more, as he looked at the boys. A warm feeling, he almost forgot and never thought to feel again. He started to feel love for them.

He let the servants prepare the room, that was made for his child and lay next to his. He led them to it and saw that the boys were really impressed, as they saw it. "You can sleep here. I hope you will feel comfortable here."

Martin looked at him slightly confused. "That's surely no room for a servant, sire. It's much too good for us."

"Don't say that. You two are nice boys and deserve to be treated well, after all you went through."

"But… but why do you do this for us? Is it because of your wife?"

"Maybe, a little. But mainly I just think you two need help and I can give it to you. Please accept this."

"Thank you, sire. We are really gratefull, but we could never pay you back for all this."

"I don't want you to pay for this. Just know that this is very important for me."

"Thank you, sire. I don't know what say. Thank you so much. I think you saved our lives and I want you to know that we would do anything for you, from now on. I think you would have been a great daddy and wished it would be possible that you've been our father."

Gunter left the room and instantly started to cry. He was confused about his feelings. First he thought, it were only fatherly feelings, he had for the boys, but now he realized, it was more than that. He was sure he and the boys belonged to each other. Was it possible, that these boys, close the gap in his heart? It wouldn't be the first time, that a noble takes care of boys from the common-folk. He heard of boys that were specially trained to care for their sires sexual needs. But this here was different. He wants this boys to be his mates, not his love-slaves. He went to the balcony and looked down at the garden. Martha loved this garden. She spent hours and hours, between the nice flowers and bushes. That's the reason, he buried her their and not in the family-tomb. Their son was laid into her arms, so that she could protect him on the other side. He stood up again and walked down to it. Soon he stood before her grave, that was surrounded by myriads of roses. He kneeled down before it. "Martha, what shall I do? If it's wrong, what I feel, give me a sign. These two boys need my help and I want to take care of them." Suddenly he had the slight feeling, that the scent of the roses intensified even more. He felt a soft breeze, that hushed over his cheeks. It felt as if someone stroked him soothingly. A warm feeling came over him and he knew Martha agreed with him. That was the sign he asked for.

He stood up and blew a kiss in the direction of the grave. "Thank you, Martha. Thank you, that you were part of my life," he whispered.

Then he went back into the house. Wilhelm suddenly stood before him. "Sire? Are you in need of something?" Wilhelm saw the tear-stains on the cheeks of his master and was slightly worried. "Is everything all right, sire? Did you enjoy the evening?" he asked carefully. He felt overjoyed, as he saw the warm smile, that suddenly coiled around Graf Gunter's lips.

"Yes, Wilhelm. Everything is alright now. These two boys seem to use some kind of magic, that blew away my pain. Now my only hope is, I can return the favor to them. You are responsible that all their needs are fulfilled from now on. I want every servant to treat them, like they were my sons, from now on. But for today, that's all, Wilhelm. You can go to bed now."

"Thank you, sire. Sleep well, sire," Wilhelm said, turned around left the room.

"You too, my trusty friend. You too," Gunter whispered. Then he went to his room and undressed for bed. He put on his night-gown and climbed into the bed. Soon he fell asleep.

He was awakened by a knock on his door. He looked at the window and saw that is was still night. The full-moon could clearly be seen, through it. Again he heard a knock on the door. "Come in," he said.

The door opened and Martin and Richard entered the room. He could clearly see them, in the soft light from the moon. This way he instantly noticed, that the boys were stark naked.

It's okay, Gunter. Most commoners sleep naked. They are certainly used to it. he thought.

He looked at the two cuties, which now carefully approached his bed. Their rib-cages could clearly be seen, through their chests. His gaze instinctively went deeper on their bodies, until it reached their privates. Martin's flaccid, uncut cock was around 7,5 cm [3"] and lay on low hanging balls around the size of peach-stones. Richard's sweet little pecker wasn't much more than 5 cm [2"]. His balls were tightly wrapped by his scrotum. He was uncut too. He again looked at their faces.

"What's up, little guys?" he asked softly.

"We can't sleep, sire. It's all so new for us. Would you mind if we sleep in your bed tonight?" Martin asked him.

"No, I don't mind at all. Come on, jump in," he said smiling.

The faces of the boys lit up and they crawled beside him. "I hope you don't mind, that we sleep naked, sire," Martin whispered to him.

"No, Martin. I know many people, who do so. It's ok for me." The boys snuggled against him from both sides and covered them with the blankets. He felt the warmth of their bodies and soon fell asleep again.

He awoke again later in the night, by some familiar feelings. Someone sucked his cock. He looked down and saw that Martin had pushed his night-gown up to his chest. The boy had a good 2" [5 cm] of his cock in his mouth and sucked on it eagerly. "What's going on here?" he yelled and Martin crawled away with a shocked expression on his face. "What did you do, boy?"

"I sucked your rod, to thank you for your help. J… just… .like I… did with the monks," the boy said frightened.

"What are you talking about?"

"A week ago, we were at a monastery, to beg for something to eat for me and Richard. The monks said that we could get something, if we pleasure them sexually."

"Both of you? You mean Richard, too?"

"I begged them, to spare him and they said it's possible, if I do something special."

"What?"

"F… first I had to suck them all and… then… "

"Yeah???"

"The… the abbot stuck his rod into me."

"Into you? What do you mean?"

"Back, in there," Martin said and pointed at his butt.

"He stuck his cock into your butt?"

"Yes, sire. It hurt first, but after the pain went away, it felt really good. I just thought, you would like to do that to me, too."

He saw that Richard was awake too now. "How can you think that? I would never do anything, to hurt you two."

"So… you mean… do you love us, then?" Martin muttered.

"Sure, I love you, Martin."

Martin smiled at him warmly. "Wh… what if I say, that I liked the feelings I got from the things the monks did? W… would you do it to me then?" the boy asked him, still smiling tenderly.

"But… but you are too young for such things."

"I'm 12 already. And Richard is 7. We were old enough to survive on our own. Why shouldn't we be old enough to enjoy this?"

Gunter felt the arousal building up in him. He looked into Martin's eyes and saw the passion in them. He really wanted that.

"Your rod looks nice. Can I touch it again, please?" he asked with a shaking voice.

s"Ok, do it then," Gunter said and laid back on the bed, after removing his gown.

Richard observed them curious, as Martin again took the big cock of their new patron in his mouth. Then the little tyke crawled nearer and started to jerk off his brother.

Martin coated the big cock with his spit, while his left hand fingered his butt. "Sire? Yesterday you asked me, if I ever rode. I said no, but it was kind of a white lie. Would you allow me to ride you?"

Gunter nodded and saw that Martin positioned himself over him. He grabbed the big prick and led it to his butthole. Then he sat down on it, without hesitation. Gunter looked at Martin's face to see any sign of discomfort, but all he could see was pure pleasure. Martin now started to hump up and down on his cock, while Richard sucked on his cock. Gunter grabbed the little boy and laid him on his chest. Richard's cock was around 3 inches [7½ cm] now and very erect. He sucked his brothers 5 incher [12½ cm] eagerly and really seemed to enjoy it. Gunter lifted him a little and took the sweet pecker into his mouth. Then he started to suck him. They all started to moan loudly now. Suddenly little Richard's started to shiver. He stopped to suck his brother and cooed "Ooooh, that's nice." Then his little body began to shake all over and he experienced his first dry orgasm. The tyke needed some time to catch his breath, then he started to suck his brother again. Within minutes Gunter felt his own orgasm sweeping through him and while he squirted his love-juice into Martin's intestines, the boy came in his brothers mouth. Martin fell down beside Gunter, so that the big cock glided out of his butt. He and Gunter panted heavily.

"Why didn't we do this nice game before, Martin?" Richard asked sweetly.

"You… you spoke, Richard! You speak again!" Martin yelled joyfull and hugged his brother tightly. Then the two boys looked into each others eyes and started a passionate kiss. Gunter looked at them and felt the love for these boys grow even more. Never again would they miss the love they deserve. And he neither.

The End

I remember it up to this day. It was the first winter after the Great War and me and my comrades tried to help the defeated Germans to bring back normality to their lives. I had seen nameless horrors in this war, but I surely knew, even here were people, that were innocent of this crimes. Women and children waiting for their husbands, daddies, sons or what else, just like my people at home. I even had some simpathies with the people who's only crime was to close their eyes, even when they knew what this psychos, who led them did. I didn't knew if I have had the courage to do something against them, if I had been living there.

The Russians had claimed a good part of the country for themselves to control. CONTROL! Hah! All they wanted was revenge for their dead people. But, I don't know if I was totally free of this feelings, after all I had seen. Berlin, the capital of the country was separated into four sectors, each controlled by one of the major states, that brought havoc to these aggressors.

I was a sergeant of the U.S. army stationed in our part of town. I wandered through the endless areas of broken stone and steel, that once was a proud city. Sure, they were the ones that started it, but now this place looked like any other city I came through in the war. Most Germans I encountered were only soldiers fighting for their countrie… just like I did, I suppose. They acted like puppets on a string for this Hitler-guy and his minions. But as I said, I didn't know if I would have acted different from them, if I had lived here. Would I fight, if our leaders send us to other countries to fight against unknown people, just because they think different from us? ( I would one and two decades from then on in two different asian states.)

By the way: My name is Sgt. Alan Foster, United States Army. After the war I was 21 years old, but I surely felt a hundred years older. Night after night I awoke with the pictures of all the dead people, I had seen, in my mind.

"Hallo du, Soldat! Hast du vielleicht was zu essen für mich?"

I snapped out of my heavy thoughts. Before me stood a little boy, maybe 10 or 9 years old. His clothing was worn and his whole body was crusted with dirt.

"What?" I said confused.

"Essen. Hast du was?" The boy gestured around and I finally understood. This kid was starving.

I kneeled down to him and looked into his eyes. "What are you doing out here, boy? It's dangerous in the ruin-fields. Where do you live?"

The little boy looked at me quizzically, so I decided to search my mind for the small amount of German I already learned. "Wo wohnen?" I felt like a silly kid, as I spoke this words.

The kid grinned amused and pointed at one of the ruined buildings. "But that's a ruin. Aaargh! What's the word? Kaputt… it is alles kaputt."

The little one nodded eagerly. "Where are your parents? Wo… Eltern?" I asked him.

"Tot."

Now, that was a word I knew all too well. Actually it was one of the first words I learned here. This boy had been orphaned in the war, like many other ones. But he stood there like a son telling his daddy, he just scraped his knees. No sorrow, no tears could be seen in his innocent, angelic face. Maybe, after all he had been going through, he lost all his tears.

"What's your name? Eeeh… Wie heißt du?"

His face lightened up a little. "Ich bin Albert. Und du?" he answered ponting at me.

"Alan. My name is Alan. Okay, Albert how old are you? Wie alt?"

"Ich bin zehn," he said proudly, showing me all his dirty fingers.

"You wanna come with me to get something to eat and maybe get all that dirt off you?" I said to him.

He again looked at me confused, so I just stood up and held out my hand to him. He looked at me mischieviously, but nontheless put his little hand in mine. I led him through the ruins to our barracks.

As I arrived I managed to get to our troops room without being seen. The other members of my group were simple men, just like me. And like me they couldn't stand a suffering child. Private Dawson was the one of us that could speak German best, so he translated for the little guy. Nearly all of the team gave him part of their rations, so after half an hour the kid was quiet fed up. "Erbarmen. Ich kann nicht mehr," he squealed. Dawson translated to us the little guy asked for mercy and we broke out laughing.

"What's going on here?" we suddenly heard the voice of Lt Atkins shout. We shot up and instantly got up to a respectable position. Albert looked at the big guy frightened. "Who's this little dirtbag and what's he supposed to do here."

I stepped forward. "Sir this is Albert, a 10 year old orphan I found in the ruins. He seemed to be starving, so I decided to bring him here to get him something to eat, sir," I bellowed.

"Sgt Foster. Do you have any idea how many orphans are out there? We can't fed them all up," Atkins said sternly.

"With utter respect, sir. The other orphans didn't ask me for something to eat. He DID!" I replied meeting his gaze.

He grinned lightly as he said: "So, it's a proud little warrior, isn't it? Ok, guys. Take care of him until the authorities decide what to do with him. We surely will find a nice place for the rascal to grow up at," he said.

"Sir! I thought about the possibility to adopt him myself," I heard someone say. I couldn't believe it. It was my own voice. What had I gotten myself into?

"Foster. Do you know what you're saying? Do you the slightest idea, what responsibilities this feat brings?" Atkins said.

"I'm not sure, sir. But I sure wanna try it," I replied.

"Ok, Foster. I try my best to help you then. But don't be too sure. Maybe it isn't possible," he said.

"Yes sir. Thank you sir. I will do my best, not to disappoint you, sir," I bellowed again.

"Don't you always do?" he asked grinning broadly now. Then he left the room.

Albert was sitting under our table, shaking from fear. I lured him out of his hideout and took him up into my arms. He looked at me with a mixture of fear and curiousity in his eyes. "Seems like we are stuck together now, little guy. I will take care of you for a while."

He looked at me confused.

Dawson stepped up to us. "Er hat dich am Hals, Kleiner. Er hat dem Boss gesagt er kümmert sich um dich."

Albert grinned at me and threw his arms around me."Danke Alan. Ich hab dich gern," he said. I looked at Dawson with a helpless expression and he said: " He seems to like you, Sergeant."

I tossled the little guys hair. "So, maybe it's time now to look, who's under all this dirt. How about a shower, Albert?"

Again came this sweet gaze. "Dusche?" I asked unsure.

"Ah! Ok, wenn du willst." I took this as affirmation and carried him over to our shower-room. There I put him down.

He again looked at me unsure what to do. "Was soll ich machen? Wir hatten nur eine Wanne." Dawson again helped me out."Seems, he only had a tub, back home. He isn't used to shower."

"Ok, Albert. First you have to undress. …Ausziehen."

He looked at me blushing. "Aber, die gucken doch alle." Dawson translated again. "He's ashamed to strip before us," he said grinning.

I too looked around and Albert was right. The majority of our troop stood around staring at him. "Hey guys. Don't you have something better to do, than looking at small naked boys?" I bellowed grinning. The men reacted instantly, ushered out of the room and closed the door.

I again looked at Albert. "Ok now?" I asked.

"Ja ok, aber du mußt mir helfen. Ich schaff das nicht allein."

Surprisingly I instantly knew what he said. He needed my assistance. Now it was my time for blushing and as he noticed it he rewarded me with the sweetest little-boy-smile I ever encountered.

"Ist nicht so schlimm. Dich mag ich ja," he said and began to undress.

I smiled back at him unsure. Awkwardly I took up his dirty clothes, trying to avoid staring at the naked boy before me. I walked to the door, opened it and gave the clothing to Dawson. "Try to clean this up and get me a towel and soap." He obeyed instantly. Now I was alone with the little guy again.

"Willst du dich nicht auch ausziehen? Du wirst ja ganz naß," the little tyke said smirking, pointing at my clothes. As I undressed before the curious looking boy, I assumed my face to have the color of fresh cooked lobster. I stepped up to him and started the shower. I lathered up the soap and began to clean him up. He helped me as good as he could. As I lathered up his bottom I heard him moan softly. "Hmmmm! Das fühlt sich gut an," he whispered. He looked back at me with his shining blue eyes and something in me gave way.

I leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss on his forehead. "Happy you like it. Come outta here now, before we gotta drown." I stopped the waterflow and got the towel from the nearby bench.

I softly started to dry the little guy. Soon I finished his backside and turned him around. He looked down at the floor and blushed sweetly. I instantly saw the cause for this reaction, for he sported a nice 4" [10 cm] boner.

"Hey champ! Nothing to be embarrassed about. That happens to boys if they feel good. I have an erection myself," I said pointing at my hard 8" [20 cm] cock.

He looked at it and without hesitation grabbed for it. A jolt of electricity seemed to drive through my whole body and I sighed pleasured. I couldn't help myself. I was like butter in his hands. He looked up at me smiling and asked: "Ok?" I nodded at him then I took him up and carried him to the bench. There he instantly grabbed my cock again and started to play with it. I took his little hand and showed him how to jerk me off and he seemed to be a quick learner. Soon I felt my juices built up and suddenly my cock erupted coating our bodies with my sperm.

"Wow!" he muttered. I smiled down at him and he looked up at me proud. "Gut?" he asked.

"Very good sweetheart. But you have to know, you don't have to this. Du… mußt nicht… maken so was," I replied.

"Ist schon ok. Das hat Spaß gemacht. Machst du das auch bei mir?" he said pointing at his own sweet boner. Only fair I thought and carefully took his dick between two fingers and the thumb and began to jerk him off too. It didn't took him long to go through his first dry orgasm and he squealed pleasured as it happened. I was a little afraid, that the troop would hear it, but instantly knew what to say: Little boys under the shower seem to squeal around often. So I just had to tell them that we just hosed around. I managed to wash away the sperm from our bodies wrapped the towel around him and left the shower with him.

Aside from my duties, me and Albert learned enough of the others language to get along well. Private Dawson was a great help in that. Lt.Atkins worked wonders meanwhile, for he managed to get the adoption papers for me. Happily I signed them, accepting Albert as my son. The following spring my assignment ended and me and Albert could travel to my home. Albert showed little sorrow. There wasn't much he left behind.

I managed to get a job at the local police-force and got a nice flat for us two. I enrolled him into a school that seemed to be capable to handle his language problems and he soon showed what a bright kid he was. His mind seamt to suck up every bit of knowledge they threw at him. I was utterly proud of him.

One evening we sat together listening to some music at home.

"Daddy?" he said with his sweet German accent.

"Yes Albert?" I said proudly. It was the first time he called me daddy.

"Do you remember what we did at the showers, back in Germany?"

"Sure I remember. How could I ever forget that?" I replied.

"Eeehm… would you mind doing it again? It was real fun," he said.

I looked into his eyes. "Are you sure you want this?" I asked him.

"Yes daddy. Please do it. It felt good."

His magic worked again. I took him up and carried him to the bedroom. I laid him down on the bed and started to tickle him. He squirmed around laughing, trying to escape my fierce attacks. "Gnade. Gnade. Ich ergebe mich," he squealed, falling back into his old language. But I didn't plan to accept his surrender. Instead I changed my tickling motions into carefull strokings all over his body. His laughing stopped and his whole body seamt to relax. I now began to undress him slowly, while he looked at me with shining eyes. Soon he lay before me stark naked. His sweet pecker was already hard as a bone and waiting for my attention. I couldn't resist. I leaned down and started to suck him. "Ooooh! Was machst du? Das ist schön!" he muttered dreamily. I bopped up and down his small shaft and in no time he went through his little-boy-orgasm. He lied there smiling at me, still breathing hard.

"Daddy?" he suddenly asked.

"Yes sweetheart?"

"Ich weiß nicht wie man das sagt. Würdest du deinen Puller in mein Loch stecken?"

I didn't understand him, so he got back into sign-language. He first pointed at my crotch and then at his butt.

"You want me to stick my cock into your butt?" I asked shocked.

"Yes daddy. Did not know how its name is. In school we don't learn it." I was a little relieved to hear that.

"Are you sure? I think it hurts like hell the first time," I said unsure.

"Yes! Please daddy. I want try this. I'm a strong boy. I take it." My proud little warrior. He laid there with a look of determination in his eyes, asking me to take his cherry.

Somehow I knew, by the look in his eyes, if I wouldn't do it, he would try it elsewhere. "Ok!" I said. I stood up and got some crisco from the kitchen to lube him up. Then I undressed myself and sat down on the bed before him. I lifted his legs up to his chest and coated his sweet little pucker with the lubricant. He smiled broadly at me all the time. I inserted first one, then two fingers in his butt spreading it there. He sighed a little, but never said anything. He sure didn't want me to stop, so he wouldn't admit that it hurts. I had to be really carefull with him. Now I coated my cock too and then positioned myself over him.

"Ready?" I asked. He nodded eagerly. So I started to press my cockhead ever so slowly past his sphinctre. Suddenly it gave way and my glans slided into him. I heard an "Ungh!" from him and looked up. He gritted his teeth, but still tried to smile.

"Ok?" I asked again, ready to stop any minute. He nodded again, although a little weaker than before. So I continued to slide my cock into his hot chute very carefully, trying to react at any sign of discomfort from him. There came none. Just the reverse. He seamt to like it more and more. As I noticed, that he started to hump his little ass against me, I couldn't hold back any longer and started to fuck him in earnest. It didn't take long, because he was so tight and soon I shot my seed into his bowels, accompanied by another one of his dry orgasms. After that we fell asleep exhausted.

***

We never did anything like that again after that. Maybe his boyish curiousity was sated. Albert grew up to a respectable man, always trying to make me proud. He fell in Vietnam 1967. Fighting in a land he didn't knew, for a country he wasn't born in. Maybe he thought it would make me proud, when he fights for my country. I trained young soldiers at this time, that needed to be sent there as refreshments. As I got the message I couldn't continue to send all these young men there. I resigned from the army and went back home. Albert had a wife and three little sons. I tried my best to comfort them after the loss. Somehow I managed to get along. Whenever I was loosing hope, I remembered Albert's face, standing before me in the ruins. His shining eyes lighted up my life and saved my soul, that was nearly shattered in the war. He wasn't lost. Every new generation of his kids, seamt to have something from him. But even now I see him before me, like it was yesterday: My angel from the ashes.

The End

#3

Little Klaus

Klaus dodged the two defending players, as he ran for the goal. This was his chance to get the winning-score for his team. His ball-control was remarkable. Only the goalkeeper could ruin his success right now. He shot and… GOAL! His friends came up to him to hug him and the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game. With 2 to 1 goals they won it. Now they lifted him up to their shoulders and carried him to the side of the soccer-field. There they let him down.

The coach approached him. "Hey, Klaus. Congratulations. Don't take too long in the locker-room. Your mom waits for you in my bureau and said she had to talk about something with you. Are you in some kind of trouble? She doesn't seem to be very happy," he said.

"I don't know," Klaus muttered and rushed down the path to the locker-room. Sure, he knew what happened. His teachers surely sent a letter to his mom, because he was in danger to miss the needed results in his class. If his grades wouldn't go up, he would be held back in school. He skipped the shower today and immediately dressed up in his street-clothes. Klaus knew if his mum was in bad mood it was a bad idea to let her wait too long. His heart beat wildly as he walked towards the bureau.

As he entered the room he saw her sitting at the desk of the coach. She looked toward him, with a serious expression in her face.

"Hi Mum! I shot the winning goal today," Klaus said instantly to lighten the mood.

"Is that so?" she said. "Maybe it would have been a good idea, to show the same enthusiasm in school. Your teachers called me. They say you miss the needed grades in maths, German and history. Klaus. That's not acceptable. We have to do something about this. I have hired a tutor for you, who will help you get your grades up again. He will come home to us every day after school now," she said in a harsh tone.

"But I have training after school," Klaus muttered.

"Yeah I know. Maybe you should have thought of this before. I already talked with the coach. I will get you out of the team immediately," she said.

"NO!" he cried out. "You can't do that! Soccer is my life!"

"Oh, I can and I will young man," she said.

"I don't want to leave the team. Please. I will get better again. I will do anything, but don't do this," Klaus pleaded.

"It's already settled. Now go, get your things."

Without another word he turned around and left the room. She couldn't do this. I hate her, he thought. He turned to the exit of the sports-field and began to run. Tears ran down his face. He would run away and never come back. Without a thought he ran over the street. He heard the screeching of brakes, he felt the sharp pain as the car hit him, then the world went dark.

***

Four weeks later he awoke from the coma. He was lying in a bed at the intensive-care of a hospital. He looked around and saw the machines he was attached to. There was an infusion of some kind sticking in his arm. A nurse entered the room. As she saw that he was conscious, she immediately called the doctor. Klaus wanted to ask her what happened, but some kind of tube stuck in his throat. A few minutes later a doctor arrived and began to examine him. Then he removed the tube from his mouth. The doctor told him about his situation, but he couldn't understand all the strange words he used. After a few minutes, the doctor saw the clueless expression in Klaus' face and sighed.

"You worried us a little, young man!" he then said. "You had an accident and were in a coma for some time. A coma is kind of a deep sleep. Maybe after this long time, you are a little disoriented. Do you know where you are?" the doctor said.

"Hospital," Klaus croaked lowly.

"Yes, that's right, Klaus. I'm Dr Kruger. Some of your intestines were damaged at the crash, but we fixed it again," Dr Kruger continued.

"Intestines?" Klaus muttered

"Intestines are the organs lying in your body," the doctor informed him. "Klaus. There was another thing. Your right leg had a complex fracture. Some of the splinters hurt the parts in your leg, you need for walking. But don't worry. We are good doctors here and repaired it again. I just say it, because you will need some time to get back in shape again."

Some weeks later the fracture was nearly healed. But it didn't get too well for little Klaus. The bands in his leg were severely damaged, so his leg wouldn't develop the strength it had before. Klaus was very depressed as he heard this, for it meant that he couldn't play soccer anymore. His mom sat beside him at the bed, as he heard this news.

"Hope you are happy now. Now I can't play anymore. I hate you!" the 10-year old boy yelled at her.

His mom got tears in her eyes and rushed out of the room.

Dr Kruger spoke to him again. "That wasn't very nice, Klaus. It's not her fault. And by the way: You could live a fairly normal life with this damage. Tomorrow you will meet Martin Forster our physio-therapist who will help you to get back in shape."

"I don't want to see him. I don't want to see anybody. Let me alone," Klaus yelled.

Nontheless Martin came to him, the very next morning."Hi Klaus. I'm Martin. I'm here to help you getting back on your feet," he said cheeringly.

"I don't want your help. I told the doctor yesterday, I don't want to see anyone. Leave me alone," Klaus yelled at him.

Martin looked at him surprised and said. "Seems you are in a bad mood today. The doctor said you are strong enough now. We have to do this to make sure you could walk again. You want to walk again, don't you?"

Suddenly the dam inside Klaus broke down and he started to cry. "No! I just want to be left alone! I can't play soccer anymore with my bad leg. Why do you want to help a cripple like me, anyway?"

Martin sat down on the side of his bed and looked at him. "You think you are a cripple? You can do nearly everything you want. You just have to try it, just like I did," he said lifting his left leg up on the bed. He slid up his jeans and exposed a leg-prosthesis. Klaus looked up at him with an expression of utter shock.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know… I don't wanted to say this…" the little boy muttered searching for words and blushing fiercely.

"Don't worry little guy! I learned to live with it! And I decided to help others, living again too!" Martin said.

Klaus looked at the prosthesis fascinated and asked:" When…, I mean how…?"

"I had a car-accident a few years ago and they had to take it away! I was devastated at first, but with time I learned to live without my leg! The prosthesis is really good! I can do nearly everything with it!" Martin explained.

"C… can I touch it?" Klaus asked blushing even more.

"Sure! Just go on! It won't bite!" Martin said, smiling again. Klaus reached out and touched the smooth surface of the artificial limb. He felt a shiver running down his spine and his pecker suddenly hardened.

"Awesome!" he muttered.

"Thank you, cutie. Now come on. Stand up, to start training. In no time you will run around again, buddy," Martin said. Klaus blushed again.

"I… I can't stand up," the little boy stuttered.

"Oh, come on Klaus. Just try it" Martin said and lifted the blanket from the little boy. He looked down the little body and saw the tented out briefs that hid the sweet hard-on of the boy. Martin reacted swift, saying:"See? You already have a crutch ready," pointing at the stiffie. This remark lifted the tension again and Klaus started laughing sweetly.

"That's no crutch. I just got a stiffie," he said.

"What? This is your stiffie? Come on! It's much too big for this," Martin said and poked him in the belly. Klaus started laughing even more, as Martin now started to tickle him all over. After some time Klaus was really exhausted and begged for mercy. They looked at each other smiling.

Suddenly Klaus looked down again smiling coily. "Do you really think my pee-pee is big?" he asked, blushing again.

"It sure is, sport. Now come on, let's try to train a little."

From this moment on, the two got along really well. Klaus cooperated and soon he was healthy enough to leave the hospital. Martin even convinced him to apologize to his mom. Now they stood in the entrance-hall of the hospital and waited for Klaus' mom to get him.

"I don't want to go. Maybe we don't see each other again," Klaus said near to tears.

Martin replied: "Come on, buddy. You knew this day would come. Here is my card. If you want to talk with me, you can call me anytime. Ok, little buddy?"

Klaus embraced him with his little arms. "Thank you! You are a real friend for me. I… I even think I love you," Klaus said.

"Thank you Klaus. That's nice of you."

Klaus' mom arrived eventually and Martin waved after them as they drove off. Martin felt really sad. Klaus was a lovely little guy. Even more disturbing was the fact that his dick went rigid, as he felt the hug of the little boy. He had the slight feeling, that his feelings about Klaus were much deeper than he thought. "I love you too!" he muttered thoughtfully, before he went back in.

In the car Klaus started to talk to his mom. "Mom? I'm really sorry about what I said to you. It wasn't your fault. I love you mom."

His mom looked at him with tears in her eyes and drove to the side of the road to stop. Klaus could see the clear signs of more than one sleepless night in her eyes. After the car was parked she reached over to him and hugged him to her chest.

"Oh my baby! I'm so sorry that this happened. It was just because of the quarrel we had, that you ran out on the street. Let's promise to talk about everything that worries us from now on." They both began to cry. Klaus sat back on his seat and suddenly got really thoughtfull.

"Is something wrong, darling?" his mom asked worried.

"Yeah, mom. I think there is something I have to tell you," Klaus replied.

***

Martin threw himself into his work, but he couldn't forget the little tyke. He always saw the the image of Klaus, standing before him. The lovely smile, that extended over his clear blue eyes. The sweet button-nose, that uses to crinkle up when he laughs, the soft blond hair, cut short. His 4'4" [1.32 m] body that showed the signs of his sports-training. He had to think of something else. His dick was already hard again, just because he thought of him. It couldn't be. It was already 14 days ago, that Klaus left and he couldn't manage to get him out of his head. He couldn't fall in love with a boy this young, or could he? He had to do something. He called the office and took a few days off. He hoped it would help him get over his confusion.

Martin sat in his living-room looking tv, as he received the call.

"Hi Mr Forster. My name is Jessika Peters. I'm Klaus' mom. He talks about you night and day. Would you talk with me perhaps? I need your help," Klaus mom said to him.

"What happened? Is he alright?" Martin asked worried.

"Yes, don't worry. It's not Klaus who has a problem. It's me," she said.

"So, tell me. I'm all ear," Martin said.

"You have to know, that my husband and I were divorced two years ago. So I have to work hard to earn a living for me and Klaus. Now I have to go on a business-trip for my company and it isn't possible to take him with me. Every time he speaks of you, he seems to think of you as some kind of hero. He hasn't spoken of a male person in this way since his dad left us. I think he needs a person that could do things with him…, you know, like daddies do. I know I ask much of you, but would you consider to let him stay at your place for the next week?" she asked desperately.

"Sure I would," he replied much too enthusiastically. He heard Klaus cheering in the background and had to grin. The little bugger had heard everything.

"Thank you, Mr Forster. I'm very gratefull for this and as you surely can hear Klaus is too," Jessika said laughing. They exchanged their addresses and two hours later Klaus and his mom stood before the small house of Martin.

"Are you sure, you will be alright?" his mom asked him for the n-th time.

"I was never so sure. Thank you that you make this possible. I love you mom," Klaus said, while hugging her strongly. Then they said their good-byes and Klaus limped up to the door.

Klaus' heart beat wildly as he stood before the door. His hand was shaking as he reached for the door-bell. He looked back at his mom, waved at her another time and after another deep sigh he pushed the button. He had the feeling, it took an eternity, but then the door opened and he saw Martin smiling down at him. "Hey buddy. Ready to rumble? Let me help you with your baggage," Martin said. He waved over at Jessika, who already climbed back into her car.

"Don't your mom want to speak with me again?" he asked Klaus.

"She doesn't have time. Her plane departs in an hour or so," Klaus replied, while entering the hall.

Martin took up the suitcase and followed him in. Martin led him into the living-room and they sat down on the couch. "So! Now you are here. I have to tell you that I only have one bedroom, so you probably have to sleep here on the couch. Are you ok with this?" Martin said.

"I think so," Klaus muttered.

Martin noticed the boy's sad expression and asked: "What worries you, little guy?"

"It's just that I ain't used to stay away from home this long. I'm a little scared," Klaus said.

"Oh come on, buddy. What could happen to you?" Martin asked.

"I don't know. But since the accident I have bad dreams sometimes. Couldn't I sleep with you in your bed? This way I would feel much safer," Klaus muttered.

"Oh, my bed isn't that big, you know?" Martin said.

"Oh, I don't need much space… Please," Klaus pleaded.

Martin couldn't resist the puppy-dog look of the little tyke. "Ok,ok! We try it," he said.

Klaus jumped into his lap and hugged him. "Cool! Thank you," the boy cheered.

Martin had no difficulties to entertain Klaus. He had rented some movies to look and had a video-game ready, where the little tyke won round after round. They had frozen pizza for dinner. Time flew by in a hurry and soon it was evening.

"So, little buddy. Time for bed. I will prepare your bath," Martin said to Klaus.

"Oh, come on. Not yet," the boy whined. Although he was really tired and yawned from time to time, he really enjoyed the company of his big friend. His whole body felt warm and tingly, when he was near him.

"I can see that you are tired, buddy," Martin said, stepped up to him and lifted him up in his arms. Klaus surrendered fully and let himself fall on his chest. Martin carried him up to the bedroom. "Get something to wear in bed from your baggage, while I fill the tub," he said, as he let him down again.

Then he went to the bathroom. After a few minutes Klaus followed him. Martin looked at him and saw that the small boy was already naked. He couldn't avert his eyes from the beauty before him. Now he saw the sweet little 2" [5 cm] dick of the boy for the first time. This boy was simply perfect.

"Is the bath ready?" Klaus asked, taking him back to earth.

Martin blushed and looked up into the smiling face of the little rascal. Did he notice the stare? "Yeah! I think so," he said. He lifted the featherweight into the tub and started to leave the room. Sooner or later the little tyke would notice the hard-on he got from looking at him.

"Would you help me rub my back?" he heard Klaus from behind.

He tried to regain his selfcontrol and answered: "Sure, buddy." he got back to the tub and began to lather the back of the boy.

Klaus looked at him, smiling warmly. "That feels nice," he cooed. Klaus kneeled in the tub so that Martin could reach his whole back with his hands. Martin now reached the tight butt of the boy. He lost it somehow. Like in a dream his hands began to caress the soft globes.

"Do you like my body?" Klaus suddenly said, snapping him back to reality.

"I… I…" he stammered. He looked into Klaus' eyes and saw the full contentment in them. "Yeah, buddy. You look real nice," he muttered.

"Thank you," Klaus said, blushing sweetly. Martin began to wash the foam from the little body and lifted him out of the tub to dry him.

"Come on. Time for your bed, little buddy," he said, carried him into the bedroom and tugged him into a blanket.

"Where are your pj's?" Martin asked the tyke.

"I normally sleep in underwear. Can I sleep naked today? The blanket feels nice this way," Klaus whispered smiling.

"If you want buddy," Martin gave in. He began to undress up to his boxers and sat down on the bed. Then he removed his prosthesis and got under the second blanket. He switched out the light with a remote he had on his bedside-table. Minutes passed in silence.

Then suddenly Klaus whispered: "Martin? Can I touch your scar?"

"Why do you want this?" Martin asked back.

"I want to know how it feels," the tyke answered.

"Ok, ok! But not for long. You need your sleep," Martin said.

Klaus threw his blanket back and then lifted Martin's. He softly began to stroke the scar-tissue on Martin's leg. "Does this hurt?" Klaus asked timidly.

"No! It feels real nice," Martin croaked. His cock hardened.

"Oh yeah! I can see that you like it," Klaus said giggling and grabbed the hard-on.

"Oh,oh little buddy. This isn't my scar," Martin said.

Klaus began to stroke up and down on it in his boxers. Martin looked down and saw the naked little beauty kneeling on his bed and sporting a nice 4" [10 cm] boner.

"Klaus… I don't know if this is right," Martin whispered, while he felt his resistence weaken from second to second.

"Please, Martin. I wanted to do this to you since I know you. I really love you," Klaus replied determined. The look in his eyes showed it clearly. This boy knew exactly, what he just said. Martin sat up and hugged the little tyke to his chest.

"Oh, Klaus. If this comes out somehow, I would be sent to jail. I'm adult and you are so young," Martin muttered.

"I won't tell anyone. I can't help it. You are in all my dreams. I want to stay with you," Klaus replied.

Martin gave him a kiss on his forehead and whispered: "I love you too, darling."

They sat their together for a while in their passionate embrace. Then Klaus whispered again: "Would you show me how to be sexy together?"

"You aren't losing much time, are you?" Martin replied smiling.

Klaus now grinned broadly. "I'm young and have to learn much," he said.

Martin lifted his chin and kissed him softly. Klaus pressed himself against his chest, moaning softly. Martin now laid him on his back and to kiss and lick down his silken body. Klaus' moaning got louder, until he suddenly felt Martin's soft lips engulfing his pecker. "Ooooh!" he cooed. Martin now sucked him in earnest and soon the little tyke went through his first dry orgasm. Martin looked down at the squirming and sweating boy and saw the total bliss in his eyes. It took the little one a few moments to come down again.

"That felt so good!" he muttered.

Martin smiled to him. "Do you have fun little buddy?" he asked.

"That was awesome!" Klaus cooed. Then he suddenly sat up and said: "I want to try it too."

"Klaus. If this happens to me, it will be a little different," Martin tried to explain.

"Yeah I know. Your stuff will shoot out. My class-mates talk about this all the time. It's cool," Klaus said in boyish excitement. "Ok, be my guest," Martin replied.

Klaus giggled and said: "I am your guest already." He removed the boxers, leaned down and took the glans of Martin's 8" [20 cm] cock in his mouth. He began to suck on it like on an icecream-cone. Martin gave him some directions how to do it and soon the big cock slid in and out of his mouth. Klaus was determined to pleasure his lover perfectly and although he had to gag a few times, he managed to get the dick down his throat. Martin moaned pleasured and fell on his back. Klaus went with him, never stopping his first blowjob. Suddenly he felt Martin's cock swell even more and it began to throb in his mouth. Then he felt the sperm of Martin shoot down his throat. He let the cock slide out a little to get a little of it in his mouth to taste. As the flow ended he came up and they began to kiss each other passionately.

Klaus smiled at him proudly. "How was it?" he asked.

"Awesome!" Martin muttered.

Klaus still had some sperm on his chin and Martin kissed it away.

"There is something else, my class-mates spoke about: It's called fucking," Klaus said suddenly.

"So, you want to fuck me?" Martin asked him.

Klaus stared at him in disbelief. "No…, I…? You…? I… thought you would me… I mean… would you let me?" Klaus stammered.

Martin gave him a tender kiss on his nose. "Sure my little darling. Love is no one-way-trip. I only do to you, what you do to me." Then he kissed him again. He opened his bedside-drawer and retrieved the vaseline he needed for his stump. Then he laid on his back and lifted his legs. He now began to lube up first his pucker and then the sweet little pecker of the boy. Then he gave him instruction and soon Klaus' cockhead pressed through his sphincter. The little guy was really excited and soon began to fuck him like a rabbit. He quickly went through his second dry cum, squealing in blissfull joy. Then he collapsed down onto Martin's chest.

Martin whispered into Klaus' ear, what a great lover he was and was rewarded with a proud smile. "Please, do me now!" Klaus said dreamily.

"Are you sure? It might hurt you the first time," Martin replied.

"It's ok Martin. We can use this slicky stuff. Your butt felt real squishy with it. And if it hurts the first time it will do so, no matter if we try it today or another day. So, why not now?" Klaus muttered determined. This boy was just amazing. His eyes shone with total trust and contentment. He couldn't resist him. He positioned him on his side and lifted his right leg up in the air. Then he began to lube up the virgin-pucker, that now lay before him unobstructed. Slowly he pushed his middle finger into the tight crevice. He heard Klaus moaning pleasured and the little boy shivered all over.

"Does this feel good?" Martin asked him, as he lubed up the inside of the sweet boypussy.

"It feels fantastic. Go on, please," Klaus cooed.

Martin now inserted a second finger to loosen him up and still the sweet tyke seemed to enjoy it very much. His little lover seemed to be ready to take him.

He positioned himself behind him and pressed his glans against the pucker of the boy. Slowly the tight hole stretched and suddenly his cockhead plopped in. Klaus groaned and paused a little, so that his little lover had time to get used to the big intruder.

"My brave little warrior. You are doing great. That was the hardest part," Martin whispered into Klaus' ear. Klaus smiled back at him weakly, but still very trusting. Martin now began to slide into the tight chute, going deeper and deeper until he had his whole shaft in the little body.

"That's it, darling. You took it all. I'm proud of you," he said and kissed Klaus' neck passionately. Klaus looked back at him again and puckered his lips. Martin got the message and they began to kiss again, while he started to slide his cock in and out of the boypussy. Klaus now began to moan again, showing clearly that he enjoyed the big cock now. Martin now quickened his pace and soon he felt the tremors of his oncoming orgasm. As he squirted into the hot chute, he felt Klaus shuddering again, in his third dry orgasm of the day. They were really exhausted now and in no time they fell asleep together, while Martin's cock was still embedded into Klaus' butt.

They awoke the next morning and as Klaus noticed that Martin's cock was hard again, he began to hump back at him. Soon he received his second load of sperm in his butt. After that they stood up and took a shower. As they sat in the kitchen, Klaus began to get fidgety.

"What's the matter, darling? Got fleas?" Martin asked him.

Klaus laughed and then said: "No, I don't have fleas. Wait. I have to show you something."

He stood up and ran up to the bedroom. A few minutes later he came back again and gave him a letter. "It's from my mom," he said. Martin began to read it:

Dear Martin,

I don't know you very well, but I hope we will see each other more often in the future. After my man left us, Klaus became my sole purpose for life. Because you read this letter you surely know that nobody could resist my little rascal. As we drove home from the hospital, he announced to me that he fell in love with you. At first I was shocked and wanted to call the police, but he assured me you never made an advance to him. He said that he had the feeling that you feel the same way. To be sure he made up this little plan, with my trip. Don't be angry with him. He just wanted to see, if you are in love too. I would do anything to make my son happy, so I decided to play along with it. I'm sure you would never do anything to hurt him, so I just hope you love him as much as he deserves it. Take good care of my baby.

Jessika.

Martin looked at Klaus and saw the guilty expression in his face. The little one was blushing sweetly and Martin had to laugh.

"You aren't angry, are you?" Klaus asked coily.

Martin leaned over to him and kissed him passionately. "How could anyone get angry with you?" Martin asked him back.

They embraced each other and then made plans for the days to come. Their relationship grew deeper and deeper. On the outside Martin was just the new friend of his mother, who always covered up for them. When they were alone they showed each other the love and understanding they had in their hearts.

The End