Date: Mon, 02 Jul 2007 18:42:15 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Malgre tout 11/13 (Historical)

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MALGRE TOUT

by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2007

written on October 18, 1993

translated by the author

English text kindly revised by John

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"MALGRE TOUT" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes
of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and
so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this
story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you
think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.

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CHAPTER 11 -- In spite of all

They stopped for a long time in master Mayer's farm, both because
Jacques healing was slower than expected, and because the unexpectedly
severe cold of that winter motivated them to not continue their journey.
Moreover the war, although the situation was deteriorating for the
French, was not yet over. The Prussian army was besieging Paris and the
Third Republic didn't seem to be able to conduct the war very much
better than the Emperor.

Jacques was alternating times when he seemed to recover his forces with
others of fever and weakness. Kurt was worried for his friend,
notwithstanding the doctor continued to affirm that Jacques was out of
danger.

At times Kurt still had sex with Helga, but rather seldom, because now
her father was almost always at home.

He had made love, some times, with Jacques too, in the dead of the
night, but in a very quiet and limited way because Kurt didn't want him
to get tired and to worsen. And above all, because Kurt, in spite of now
desiring it more than ever, didn't inform his friend of his discoveries
about how to succeed in having anal intercourse.

In the first days of February came the news that on January 28th Paris
had capitulated and France had signed an armistice with Prussia, in
Versailles. But the Prussian troops remained in France and controlled
almost all the conquered regions.

In February it also snowed a great deal. Master Mayer taught Kurt to
weave reeds and to make very beautiful hemispherical baskets. Jacques
finally started to get up from his bed and he often sat near the kitchen
fireplace, with a blanket over his shoulders and another on his legs. He
too learned to weave reeds.

Now that Jacques was with them, the Mayers were speaking almost always
in French. And Kurt's French had improved enough.

The doctor was going there just once a week and was satisfied of Jacques
progress. The Mayers had introduced Kurt as a relative coming from north
Luxembourg, as they had planned, so that the boy didn't need to hide any
more.

Master Mayer was treating Kurt with growing familiarity and affability.
While the three men were weaving the reed baskets, Helga was working at
the loom -- she had decided to make new clothes for both Kurt and
Jacques.

One evening, while they were on their beds, Jacques whispered to Kurt,
"I noticed that the Mayers are treating you very well..."

"You too, no?"

"Yes, but they treat me like a guest, but you like family."

"You think?"

"It's rather obvious. I've got the impression they are weaving a spider
web round you to keep you here, to have you to stop here..."

"Oh, that's possible."

"And you... will you stop here?"

"Here? If no was you, I think yes. But you are and so..."

"If you want... I can go alone..." Jacques murmured.

"What you say? You go alone? Why?"

"I think that Helga would like... marrying with you. And that also her
father would like it."

"But I not want marry Helga. I have you..."

"Are you sure?"

"I yes! You no?"

"I... I love you, Kurt, you know it."

"Good. So no talk."

"But now you almost never make love with me..."

"Oh... door here not closes... and is very cold... but I desire you, much!"

"Why don't you come on my pallet, to make me feel it? I'm now almost
healed..."

"Is very cold in night here. To make love well, is good stay naked, no?
I not want you take cold. Only this."

"But at least embrace me, kiss me..."

"Yes, but then I know that we is difficult stop to that, no?"

"Well... we could try. I miss you very much, don't you know?"

"I also miss you much. But still little patience. Spring comes and we
can go Belgium, no? And perhaps stay alone and safe and make love you
and I. You much important to me, you know? Much much. I love you. I
really I love you." Kurt declared sweetly.

But then he got off his pallet, in the darkness, and groping his way,
went to slip under his friend's blanket.

"Come, my Jacques. Give you and I many kisses..."

They embraced, tight one against the other, and kissed for a long time,
feeling each the other's warmth, and one another's arousal. They
caressed and kissed again.

After several minutes Kurt whispered, "Now better I go back my pallet..."

"Already?"

"Too strong I desire you..."

"Yes, I too, but..."

"When you totally healed, I promise we make love."

"But I feel really alright... I swear..."

"You still take drugs of mister doctor, no?"

"He says it is just a tonic cure."

"When doctor say stop drugs, I promise, I make love with you."

"Oh, Kurt... I can't resist any more..."

"I too cannot, but..."

The boy was inflexible and after another very long kiss, he went back to
his pallet.

The day after, while Jacques was in the kitchen to help master Mayer to
give the finishing touch to some baskets, Kurt and Helga went in the
stable to milk the cows and to make the butter. As soon as they were in
the stable, Helga embraced Kurt and kissed him in the mouth. The boy
resisted and sat on the low stool to start milking.

"<What's up?>" the girl asked him.

"<Nothing, but we had better to stop...>"

"<Why?>"

"<I don't feel like deceive master Mayer. He is so kind with us and
trusts me, and I instead fuck with his daughter...>"

"<But I like you. And I think that my Dad, if you ask him to marry with
me...>"

"<Marry with you? But we are still too young, Helga...>"

"<We are now almost nineteen. Mum married when she was seventeen.>"

"<And your father?>"

"<He was twenty-six...>"

"<That's it, you see? I'm still too young.>"

"<You are not going to wait seven years more, are you?>"

"<Eh, possibly even more...>"

"<But you... aren't you in love with me?>"

"<Why, are you in love with me?>"

"<I let you make love to me... and am preparing for you nice new clothes...>"

"<Ah, is that loving?>"

"<God! I hate you! How can you say such things?>"

"<No, I'm just asking. I would like to understand what love means to you...
I don't know...>"

"<You are pulling my leg! You are a monster!>"

"<No, Helga. I really think that there isn't love between us. You... I
don't believe you are in love with me. You like doing it with me, you
feel good with me... that's different.>"

"<I... I... But were you ever in love, Kurt?>"

"<Yes, sure.>"

"<And how was...>"

"<Very good.>" Kurt answered emptying the almost full bucket into the
churn and resuming milking.

"<No, how was she?>"

"<A splendid person with whom I feel at peer.>"

"<But you are still in love? You never told me so. Was she at your
village?>"

"<Yes, sure, I still love him.>"

"<Him? What does him mean? Why you say him?>"

"<Because he is Jacques.>"

Helga looked at him widening her eyes, "<But... but you mistake friendship
with love. Jacques is a boy. Two men cannot love each other.>"

"<Certainly they can! We two are in love with each other.>"

"<But what can you find in a man?>"

"<Several things that a woman can never give me...>"

"<You are joking... You are pulling my leg!>"

"<No, not at all!>"

"<Alright. Tell me then just one single thing that Jacques can give you
and that I cannot!>"

"<Well...>" Kurt answered, giggling, stopping milking, "<it's enough I tell
you just one?>"

"<Sure, just one!>" Helga said, self-confident.

"<His cock, for instance!>"

Helga looked at him dumbfounded, then said, "<Come on, I can't believe
you! It's nonsense! A man gives his thing to a woman! Stop taking me for
a ride!>"

Kurt started milk ing again and said, "<Helga, you're a woman, you cannot
understand such things. Jacques rescued my life, therefore I'm bound to
him.>"

"<And you rescued his life, thus you are now quits, aren't you?>"

"<No. Now he too is bound to me.>"

"<Alright, I understand you are bosom friends, alright. But he can stay
here as well, if it's important to you. After all he is likable, a good
boy...>"

"<He and I will go to Belgium, Helga. As soon as we can go. And soon, I
hope.>"

"<Oh Kurt, I wanted you to stop here and we... and then, at least as long
as you stay here, you could go on being nice with me and make love,
can't you?>"

"<Can't you hold out until spring without your two laborers?>" Kurt asked,
looking at her maliciously.

"<Oh, they are better endowed than you, and know how to use it way better
than you!>" the girl retorted, angrily.

Kurt laughed and poured the remaining milk into the churn, then started
to make the butter, without answering her.

Helga, irritated, left him in the stable and went out.

Kurt expected the girl to take revenge in one way or another. But he
noticed that she just started to treat Jacques with a special kindness
and to smother him with attention, especially when her father was not
around. Helga finished sewing the new clothes for the boys.

And in March, Jacques and Kurt decided to try to go to Belgium. Helga
pulled a long face. Master Mayer seemed to regret their decision, but he
gave the boys some coins, some preserved food and two ram skin jackets
with the wool inside. He also gave them two beautiful shoulder panniers,
more comfortable than their bundles, to carry their few belongings. They
left on a sunny morning.

"Follow the road to Givet, boys. From the village there are three roads
going to Belgium. The one to the west goes to Philippeville, the one to
the north leads to Hatière and the eastern road to Beauraign. I don't
know if the Belgians will let you pass, you can try at all the three
ways. If anyway you don't succeed, come back to Givet and look for a
certain Junot. He knows the region like the back of his hand and he can
possibly lead you to another route if you tell him it's me to send you
to him. Good luck, boys and... if by chance you decide to come back here,
you will both be welcome."

They walked to Givet. From there they tried all the three routes that
master Mayer had told them but, as the man had foreseen, they were
stopped at the border by the Belgian soldiers. So, late one evening they
were in Givet again. They asked for Junot. He told them he would
willingly lead them, but the day after, together with a "gentleman
coming from Paris" who was now staying at the inn.

"How much would it cost us to be lead to Belgium?" Jacques asked.

"I will take you just beyond the frontier, and show you the road, then
you have to manage by yourselves. As it's master Mayer to send you two,
and as I owe him several favors, and as the gentleman from Paris seems
not to have money problems and pays me well, I'll take you there for
free. But don't tell this to the Parisian, is that clear? Now, do you
have a place for the night?"

"We can ask at the inn, if it isn't too expensive..."

"No, they have just two rooms and the last one was booked by the
Parisian. You can sleep here at my place, in the stable, on the straw.
Come..."

The man took them to his stable and showed them the straw heap where
they could sleep. He wished them a good night and went away, with the
lantern, laving them in the dark. Before the man went away, they had
spread their blanket and laid on it. As soon as they were alone, Kurt
searched for his friend with his arms and pulled Jacques to himself.

"Jacques... we make love?"

"I thought you would never ask me again..." his friend murmured,
pretending to be sulky, but at once kissed his lover.

They were both thirsty for love. They caressed, opening each other
clothes, fumbling, searching for each other with growing desire and
passion. As they freed their erections from their clothes, they
hurriedly went down to savor them, for a long time, greedily, in a
delightful sixty-nine. Then they turned again to kiss, to lick each
other's chest and nibble the nipples, to lick each other's bellies to
then unite yet again in a fiery sixty-nine.

Kurt thought, happy and moved, that really Helga couldn't give him this.
He loved feeling the firm flesh rod in his mouth, warm and shuddering,
and he liked knowing that it was he who made it shudder so. When he felt
that Jacques was fully aroused, he parted from him.

"Wait..." he murmured.

"What are you doing? Where are you going?" his friend asked him, trying
to made him stay.

"One only, little minute..." Kurt answered and with his hands he searched
for his pannier he had put near there foreseeing that moment.

He opened it and slipped inside his hand. In the dark, he took out the
small wooden box that he had filled with fresh butter.

"What are you doing?" Jacques asked, hearing he was bustling and not
able to see what Kurt was doing.

Kurt sweetly whispered, "Let me to do ... you will see that you will
like..."

He opened the small box, immersed his fingers in the soft butter and
started to caress his friend's rod, lubing carefully its entire length.

"But what are you doing? What are you putting on it?"

"Butter..."

"Butter? You wouldn't want to cook it, would you?" Jacques giggled,
without understanding.

"No. I want you shove all this your good hard tool in my little ass."

"With the butter?"

"Yes, so slips well and finally enters. Not you happy?"

"Yes, but... how did you get this idea?" Jacques asked, shivering at the
slippery massage of his friend on his stiff stake.

"Now I put butter also on my hole... so... come. Try now, love..." Kurt said
anticipating what was about to happen.

He turned on one side and pushed his small ass towards his friend's rod,
keeping it still with a hand and driving it between his buttocks.
Jacques, then, seized his waist and, when he felt that the tip of his
rod was positioned on the warm flesh bud, he started to push. And he
felt that the virgin hole of his lover was surrendering, finally
disclosing, and that his tool was wedging itself inside, was opening its
way.

Kurt emitted a low moaning.

"I'm hurting you, love? Should I stop?"

"No! Push... go on... you are entering..."

"I don't want to hurt you..."

"No, I like it... go on, shove it inside... go on... is good!"

"Oh, yes... it's good..." Jacques panted feeling he was gradually received
in the warm and narrow channel.

"Oh, Jacques, love... push strong..."

"Yes, Kurt... how beautiful... oh yes, it's beautiful!"

Kurt pushed back his pelvis, enjoying that flesh spit that was sticking
in him, and that he was feeling bigger and harder than ever. It was
hurting him a little, but at the same time it was also giving him such
an intense pleasure that the slight pain seemed not to have any
significance.

"Oh Kurt, my Kurt... You're finally mine! My love! It's wonderful..."

"Yes, Jacques, love... So, yes... push..."

Jacques was slowly sinking into his lover and was enjoying each
millimeter of that conquest. And also Kurt was feeling a new, unexpected
pleasure, being at last able to receive inside himself the person he
loved.

It was not purely a physical enjoyment but an intensely spiritual and
psychological one at the same time, that was filling the Prussian boy
with grateful amazement.

When finally Jacques was all in and had totally conquered that until
then untaken fortress, his excitement had reached a level of such
intensity that, as soon as he moved to start his going and coming, his
orgasm burst out. He almost spasmodically pulled his lover to himself,
pushed it all inside and spurted emitting hoarse moans of pleasure. Kurt
pushed himself against him, moving in time with him careful not to break
their union but to increase his companion's pleasure.

"Oh, Kurt, my love, I came so soon, so suddenly! I could not control
myself... I was much too excited... it was too great..." Jacques murmured with
regret, staying still fully embedded in his lover, keeping him against
himself and trembling for the last darts of that so strong orgasm.

"It you liked?" Kurt asked him.

"So very much, love... But you?"

"I too liked. Now we know how is make united really our bodies, no?"

Jacques caressed him, while he was starting to relax, then whispered,
"But now, I want you to take me in this way..."

"Yes, sure."

"I want to feel it all inside me, your beautiful pole, my love."

"Yes, my Jacques."

Jacques slowly slipped out of him, made him turn between his arms and
kissed him on the mouth.

"Prepare me... and prepare yourself, go on!" he urged him turning and
lowering his trousers to the knees.

He felt his friend's fingers, spread with butter, exploring between his
buttocks, finding the hole and starting to carefully lube it all around
and inside. That inquisitive finger gave him shudders and he became
aroused once again. Then he felt the strong member of his friend replace
the finger, pressing stiff and slippery, pressing warmly on his virgin
hole, and gently starting to push. Jacques relaxed, eager to receive it
into him.

Kurt, more experienced than him, gave a short but strong and calibrated
stroke with his loins, so that he made all the glans go beyond the tight
sphincter. Then, stopping pushing for a while, he lightly wiggled it to
make his friend accustomed to that presence and make him relax again.
Jacques in fact had had a moment of panic at that sudden and strong push
that had won his unconscious resistance all in one go. But the short
stabbing pain ceased at once and now he was only feeling the intense
warmth of the tool that had settled in him.

He felt it was beautiful, it was exactly what he had always dreamed of,
desired, and he wanted it deeper, all inside, totally inside. He pushed
his pelvis back with a will and felt it slip inside, hot, strong,
powerful.

"Oh, Kurt, my love!"

"You like?" his friend sweetly asked in a whisper, caressing him.

"God, yes! It was so long that I dreamed of it, I desired it, I wanted
it... Go on, take me, fuck me, please!"

"Yes, love." Kurt answered pushing deeper, even deeper, until his groin
was strongly pressed against the firm buttocks of his lover.

"You like, Jacques?" he again asked.

"To die for... move it inside... make me feel it..." Jacques panted and with
both hands he spread his buttocks more to better welcome it, even
deeper. "Push, go on..." he spurred his friend.

Kurt teased his lover's nipples and slowly started to move back and
forth in the tight, burning channel.

"Kurt! Oh, Kurt! You're mine!"

"Yes, and you're mine..."

"Fuck me, love... fuck me hard..."

"So, love?" Kurt asked starting to move with more vigor and at a faster
rhythm.

"Oh yes... yes..."

Jacques was also feeling a light pain at that first penetration, but the
joy to be finally able to receive Kurt inside him was so strong, and the
pleasure so intense, and was so rapidly increasing, that the pain was
soon forgotten. Jacques confusedly asked himself if it was more
beautiful to penetrate or being penetrated and was not able to get an
answer. He vaguely thought it was a pity not being possible to take each
other at the same moment as it was when doing a sixty-nine. He thought
he would have loved having his beloved boy's member at once in his mouth
and in his ass... He liked immensely feeling that pole tossing in him,
darting, hammering inside him with all the vigor of that young and
beautiful boy in heat.

Kurt was thinking that it was much better doing it with his Jacques than
with Helga. The girl's body was soft, weak, and pliant. His lover's body
was instead strong, virile, and firm. Helga could only receive him,
Jacques could both receive him and enter him. Helga was only aiming at
pleasure with him, Jacques, with him... was making love!

"Jacques, I love you..."

"Yes, Kurt, I too love you..."

"Oh, my Jacques! <I feel like I am in paradise. It's so beautiful being
united like this and no longer being able to tell where my body ends and
yours begins...>" Kurt murmured unaware of switching to German.

Jacques didn't understand these last words, but the warm voice of his
young lover, hoarse with erotic pleasure, was evoking wonderful
sensations in him.

He felt that his Kurt was prey of a growing excitement and he knew he
was the source of it. He felt that Kurt was overcome by the passion and
felt that he was the object of that passion. One of Kurt's hands was
going on to tease his turgid nipples and the other was cupped to caress
and gently press his firm testicles, his throbbing member.

He could feel the sweet breath of Kurt on his neck, he felt him pant,
and eagerly abandoned himself to those wonderful sensations. Happily,
Kurt was lasting longer than he had been able to do, and this was giving
him more and more pleasure.

He felt Kurt start to thrash about with more vigor and understood that
his lover was about to reach the peak of enjoyment. He felt Kurt's
orgasm come, swell, accumulate... and finally burst inside him with force,
discharge into him with sweet violence. Then Jacques pushed back to make
him feel all the pleasure that he too was experiencing by receiving his
seed inside him. Kurt emptied inside him with a low, hoarse, long moan
that was to Jacques like very sweet erotic music.

They relaxed, still united. Then Jacques turned, they embraced and
languidly kissed.

"You and I, unite... one thing only..." Kurt happily murmured while Jacques
tenderly cuddled him.

"Yes, forever." Jacques answered, moved.

"I am all of Jacques, true?"

"Sure, and I'm all yours."

"Yes, all mine... I not believed it is so much beautiful!"

"Neither could I, my love. How many months have passed, before we have
been able to reach this!"

"Many, yes... but is beautiful, now."

"Just think -- we were not even speaking the same language, we were
enemies, you never had even thought you could make love with a boy, with
a male... and in spite of all, we have become lovers... Isn't that
wonderful?

"Yes, in spite of all!"

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 12

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