Date: Mon, 24 May 2010 12:43:02 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Montsabot Charterhouse 10/15 (highschool/historical)

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MONTSABOT CHARTERHOUSE
By Andrej Koymasky © 2010
Written on June 29, 2002
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Brian

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"MONTSABOT CHARTERHOUSE" 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 10 - Back to normality

In the Charterhouse were living two hundred and fifty-nine boys, who
lived in the already restored eleven little houses. The adults numbered
in all forty-one, as many were back from the war.

Roland was somewhat annoyed seeing the American soldiers loitering, when
they weren't on duty, all over the Charterhouse grounds. Besides the
fact that, differently from the German soldiers, one could often find
them bare-chested sprawling almost everywhere, on the meadows or along
the brook, near the small lake or in the wood, and who, besides
continuously chewing gum, almost all smoked and offered the boys not
only chocolate and gum but also cigarettes.

He tried to protest with the two captains, who were living in the Saint
Bruno Chapel, but without appreciable results. He therefore summoned all
the family-heads, inviting them to explain to the boys that it was
better not to accept those gifts, and mainly the cigarettes. According
to the educational style of the Charterhouse, he didn't want to prohibit
it, but he hoped that explaining how much smoking was bad for the
health, the boys would avoid it.

Americans were not more undisciplined than the Germans, but were
noisier, possibly merrier, like big boys grown up too fast. And they
were more disorderly. They were anyway fascinating, to the Charterhouse
boys' eyes, not only for their cheerful joviality, but also because,
while the Germans were "all the same", almost made with a mould, the
Americans were a multiethnic bunch - black, natives, Italians, Scottish,
Irish, French, Mexicans... you couldn't find two alike...

"Hey, boy!" became a greeting that the Charterhouse boys started to use
amongst them, even though the older preferred to say "Hey, man!" Another
habit they took, mainly amongst the boys of twelve - fifteen years of
age, was the "gimme five!" They were insignificant habits, but they were
just the tip of the iceberg of the kind of relationship that began in a
few months between the Americans and the boys, and that never existed
with the Germans even though they lived in the Charterhouse for almost
four years.

One of the boys who most liked to loiter around the American soldiers,
and who seemed to know most of them by name, was Julien Roussel, a
sixteen year old boy with fine, almost aristocratic features, with a big
mane of light brown hair and bright green eyes. He still had a boyish
face but one in which was already appearing the signs of manhood. He was
always merry, witty, available, curious, and he had a pleasantly lazy
gait. He was the classic "friend of everybody", be they his companions
or the young soldiers.

"Hi, Julien!" one day Jimmy Vaughan, one of the soldiers working at the
printing plant, greeted him.

"Hi, Jimmy. How's it going?" the boy merrily answered.

"A deadly bore. Here there is nothing to do, when you're not on duty."

"Why don't you go downtown?"

"Nah! What have I got to do there? Waste my money? Whores skin you alive
and can't make you happy how you want, girls don't give it to you and
you have to court them for ages and shower them with gifts..."

"Did you already go with whores, Jimmy?" Julien asked him, curious.

"Yeah, just a few times. Only when I couldn't stand it any more... You
know, you can't beat it all day long, can you?"

Julien giggled, "And how are the whores?"

"I told you, they aren't really good at it. They don't care for your
cock, but only for your money. They pretend to enjoy it and cheat on
you. I bet you never did it with a woman, did you?"

"No, never. There aren't any here."

"So, then you do it amongst you boys, right?"

Julien was about to answer yes, but he remembered the lessons about what
the people of outside think of it, and about the laws... therefore he lied
and answered, "No way... each one by himself..."

"Ha, a hand can never be the substitute of a good fuck, I say..."

They changed the subject. But a few days later Jimmy met Julien again
and after saluting each other Jimmy came again to that subject.

"At your age I was already fucking here and there, don't you know?" he
told him looking at him with a sly expression.

"It's so easy in your country to find girls who give it to you?"

"A little, yes... but we didn't do it just with girls... most of the times...
you know... we did it between us boys... just to cure the urge... When
hormones roar, especially at your age... a hole is worth another, a mouth
is worth another, don't you see?"

"But... and now?" the boy asked, curious, thinking that all summed up he
would have liked trying it with Jimmy.

"You do the best you can." the young soldier answered, looking straight
in his eyes with a little smile.

They were strolling in the wood at the back of the small lake, walking
up towards the transmitter antenna. Suddenly Jimmy pushed Julien against
the trunk of a tree and put a hand between his legs, cheekily groping
it.

"I would like doing it with you, Julien, do you know?" he said with a
hot and low voice.

The boy shuddered but didn't escape that intimate and provoking
touching.

"Do you like to kiss?" the young man asked him and, before Julien could
answer, kissed him deeply and vigorously on the mouth, going on to knead
his genitals through his trousers.

Julien was at once aroused.

"You like it, boy, eh?" Jimmy asked him with a cheeky and provoking
smile. "You got a good hard-on real quick... Tell me, wouldn't you like
doing it with me?"

Julien nodded in assent and Jimmy kissed him again, and tried to
unbutton the boy's trousers. Julien stopped him, blocking his hand with
both his hands and pushing it away from his swollen fly.

"Not here... not now... somebody could come..." he murmured, blushing."

"You're right, Julien. But you... you're a tasty treat... you made me get
hard like a gun barrel just looking at you, you know?"

"You want to fuck me in the arse?" Julien asked him in a low voice.

"Sure! Would you like that?" the soldier readily answered.

Julien felt him between the legs and at once withdrew his hand, "Yours
is big... you would hurt me..."

"No... It's just a question of being skilled, and I'm skilled. Moreover
I've a special cream made to do it... If you tell me when, the next time I
will have it and so... what do you say?"

"But where? It's dangerous... if they catch us..."

"I know a good place. Up near the antenna, have you been up there?"

"No, it's off limits for us boys."

"I went there, with a mate working at the transmitter. The Germans built
a bunker up there, unused now, empty, to control the road coming from
the back. It is small but plenty good enough... there are two floors. The
lower one has no windows and nobody can see us. The door squeaks, so if
somebody came we would have time to tidy ourselves and to say we were
just having a look. But nobody usually goes up there..."

"You already went up there? With a friend?"

"Sure thing!"

"To... to do those things?"

"Sure, to fuck. So, then, will you come? Tomorrow at this time?"

"How can I get there?"

"You walk up there through the wood, until you reach the boundary
mesh-fence. Then you walk along it until you find yourself right in
front of the bunker. I'll wait for you in there, on the bottom floor.
All right? Are you game?"

"Yes..."

Julien was excited. Back in his family's little house, he tried to hide
his excitement. He knew that if Henri, the family-head, came to know
about his date, he would do his best to dissuade him...

Finally, the next day, Julien walked up beyond the small lake, crossed
the wood, reached the mesh-fence with the barbed wire, and walked along
it until he saw the concrete bunker. It had narrow and large embrasures
all around and an iron door in front. He pushed it with both hands,
vigorously, and the door slowly opened with a squeaking sound that
resounded inside. When there was enough space, he slipped inside and
pushed the door back, until it was closed again.

He looked around - from the embrasures were coming blades of light that
made the empty domed space surreal. Opposite to the entrance door there
was a narrow stairway leading down. He crossed the room in just three
paces and started to go downstairs in the growing darkness.

At mid way he stopped and called in a low voice, "Jimmy?"

The America soldier's voice came from the dark, "Yes, come..."

"It's dark..." Julien said, slowly going down some more steps.

"Just follow the stairway... there is no danger, it's all empty..." Jimmy's
voice instructed, win a warm and alluring tone.

Julien went down cautiously, brushing the cold and coarse concrete
surface of the curved wall with his hand. Finally the stair ended.

"Where are you?" Julien asked, trying to pierce the darkness with his
eyes - he could se absolutely nothing.

"Here." Jimmy's voice answered. "Stretch out your arms and come towards
my voice... come on... here it's totally empty, you can't trip up..."

Julien slowly went forward, almost dragging his feet. His heart was
wildly beating and he was already aroused, he could feel his member
vigorously push under the cloth of his trousers. Suddenly his arms, that
he was slowly moving in half a circle in front, touched the arms of the
American. Their hands met and the American pulled him towards himself.

"Are you ready for a good fuck?" the voice loaded with lust asked him.

"Yes..." the boy whispered.

The American's hands started to undress him. Julien wasn't wearing
anything under his jacket and trousers. Soon his trousers were piled up
around his ankles and his jacket was open. The American's hands groped
him everywhere.

"You're already hard, boy!" the American said. "Bend over so I can
spread the cream on your little ass... You'll see, you won't forget this
adventure so easy..."

He felt the young man's fingers rummage between his buttocks, then
lubricate his hole. Then a finger penetrated inside him, moving back and
forth. Then two fingers.

"How many cocks did you already take, here, boy?" Jimmy asked him,
giggling. "You are no virgin, you are too relaxed..." he added, pushing in
three fingers.

Julien didn't answer.

"And how many cocks do you want to take here, now?" the soldier
insisted, going on to fuck him with three fingers.

"Yours..." Julien whispered, feeling pleasure at those fingers working, a
pleasure that the feeling of mystery of that darkness seemed to amplify,
like it amplified their voices.

"No... not just mine... right, boys? You will take four cocks, today!"

Julien had just the time to ask himself why his friend Jimmy said these
words, when two electric lamps lit and the boy saw three more soldiers
draw nearer, amongst them he recognised Malcom, a black soldier, and all
three had their hard cocks out of their trousers.

"Hey, Jimmy... no... let me go!" Julien exclaimed, scared.

But Jimmy blocked him and the three other soldiers were on him. Julien
felt their hands all over his body, keeping him still, groping him,
while the four, now talking in English, were exchanging jokes and
laughing...

"No, not so, not so... I came here only for you, Jimmy..." the boy protested
again.

"But Jimmy is our friend, and we share everything amongst friends,
including nice little asses like yours!" Joseph, a soldier of Italian
origins merrily told him.

"Come on, you like taking cocks in your mouth and your ass! And today
you can enjoy them in all colours and sizes!" Kevin, a soldier from
Kentucky, said to him.

"No, please..." moaned Julien trying to wriggle free, even though he
understood he could do nothing against those four strong and above all
horny young men.

He was aware that under there he had no chance to escape them, and even
if he yelled at the top of his lungs, nobody could hear him.

Thus he had to submit to the urges of the four young men, who in turn
took him first in front then in his back rear, until all four were
sufficiently satisfied and gave vent to their libido. Malcolm came twice
in his little arse, and Joseph once in his mouth and another in his
rear.

While they were taking him, they were touching, groping him all over,
pinched and slapped his buttocks... and commented aloud, making comments
that Julien could not understand but that raised laughter in the other
soldiers.

They didn't hurt him, except Joseph, a bit, because he had a bigger
tool, but Julien was feeling humiliated, used, treated worst than a
whore, like an object and even though out of pride he tried to control
himself and didn't utter not even a moan, burning tears were flowing
from his eyes.

When finally all four were satisfied, the soldiers tidied their uniforms
and Julien was left in peace to dress himself. Then the four went
upstairs, without even waiting for the boy.

Only Jimmy turned to look back at mid-stairway and said in a cheerful
tone, "See you the next time, boy! You are good with your mouth and have
a nice ass! I'm sure we will amuse ourselves again! Ah, and... don't try
to tell anybody, or you risk finding yourself with a knife in your
belly, understood?"

"Go fuck yourself, you and your bastard friends!" Julien yelled him
trying not to let hear the tears he had in his voice.

Again in the dark, Julien found the way back. While he was leaving the
bunker, he heard the noise of a jeep going down on the other road behind
the mountain. He crossed the wood and slowly went back to his little
family-house, now allowing himself the luxury of sobbing aloud, to give
vent to his anger.

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Finally also the Americans left the Charterhouse. What the Institution
gained during the two successive occupations were the three sheds, with
a very good kitchen facility and annexed mess that they could use when
they needed to prepare food for many people, but usually each "family"
prepared his food. Then they also had the shed with the transmitter
installation and the printing machines, so that Roland decided to find
some skilled instructors to make the boys work there so that, while on
one hand they could learn a profession, on the other could start to
produce their books as well as to have a little private broadcast. The
Americans left them also a projector, so that the mess was used as a
movie theatre for the boys.

What they lost, was that now they had to take down all the walls that
closed the colonnade, restore it as well as Saint Bruno's chapel, where
they decided to make the Great Hall useful also in the occasion of
parties, and they had to dispose of tons of debris and useless things
that the Americans abandoned up there.

In 1946 everything was finally again in order. They decided then to
throw a party to which they invited all the Charterhouse alumni. For the
occasion, Serge had an idea - with the boys he started to do a careful
research in all the Institution's documents to find the old pictures of
the boys that had lived in the Charterhouse. They made enlargements of
some pictures, copies of others, all of the same size, so that each
"family" could hang on a wall of their living room all the pictures they
were able to find, with the name and the birthday written on the frame.
That wall was named "The family album".

Many alumni answered the invitation and some, seeing that their picture
was missing, promised to send one. On that occasion the soldiers'
kitchen and mess was really useful. As the boys had also decided to
print the Charterhouse magazine, almost all the alumni asked to receive
it and paid a subscription, at times more than abundant, with real
pleasure. Many of the alumni came with their families, wives and
children, and some with a "friend" that, they confided to Roland or to
Serge, was really their lover.

In 1947 a dark red car with a German license plate arrived at the
Charterhouse. From it stepped a blond young man, not yet thirty years
old, elegantly dressed. To the boy who went to receive him he asked if
he could see the dean.

Roland was absent, as he had gone to Paris to ask the new Minister of
Education what were the requirements to get state recognition for their
school and also to get, as an orphanage, a subsidy to carry on their
mission in an even better way. Therefore the newcomer was received by
Serge.

ÒQuite likely you do not remember me," the young man said with a shy
smile, in rather good French, "my name is Nikolas Gundram, I was one of
the soldiers of the German company that was here at the Charterhouse
during the war..."

ÓAh, how do you do? I don't remember your name, but now that you tell me
so... I have the faint feeling I remember you... Please, have a seat. How
can I help you?" Serge kindly said.

"You see... even though our commander, major von Schwerin, expressly
forbid it," the young man said and blushed slightly, "I made friends
with one of your boys... and I would like now to be able to find him
again..."

"Ah, major von Schwerin, yes. Do you have news of him?"

"He did two years of prison, but he is now again free. He was a good
man, there weren't real charges against him."

"I have no doubts. If we knew, we too could witness in his favour. He
behaved as a real gentleman with us." Serge said, nodding. "And you? Did
you have problems?"

"No, I was a simple soldier on duty for communications. I was just sent
back home."

"So, you were saying you would like to track back one of our boys? Who
is he?"

"His name is Maurice, he now is twenty-three... Maurice Cavrel..."

"I will check immediately to see if we still have his address... So, you
became friends..."

"Yes, trying not to be caught, especially by my superiors."

"It seems that you succeeded..." Serge said with a smile.

The young man lightly blushed again, then said, "Yes... and Maurice's
friendship was really precious to me, he was a really sweet boy, he made
me feel much less like I was far from home... and differently than many
others, he never saw me or made me feel like an... like an enemy."

"I see. If you would please follow me, I can check in our files..."

They went to the secretary's office, crossing the square and going into
the old Guests Quarters.

"You restored everything... It's beautiful here, now. The walled up
colonnade was really depressing to see... and possibly also our presence
was so..."

"Thank heaven it is part of the past. War is a really ugly thing... both
for the winner and for the loser."

"I totally agree with you, sir."

They went in to see the secretary.

"Robert, can you check the file of an alumnus, please? His name is
Maurice Cavrel, he should be born in 1934, a year more or less..." Serge
asked to the boy working there.

"Yes... here is his card, Serge."

"Well, so... Yes, here is written that he works in the vineyard of
Monsieur Rodier... He took part in our alumni party last year, confirming
this address. Wait, I will write it down... Do you know were Rodier's
vineyards are?"

"No, sir..."

"About thirty kilometres from here. Robert will show you on the road map
how you can get there... It is not difficult."

"Thank you very much, sir."

So Nikolas reached Rodier's vineyards with his Volkswagen. There he
asked if they could call Maurice. He had to wait for about an hour, but
finally the boy appeared. They recognised each other at once and,
careless of the personnel glances, ran into each other's arms.

"Nikolas! You really came!"

"I promised you, Maurice..." the German said sweetly. "My God, how
beautiful you have become!" he then whispered.

"You have time, I hope."

"Yes, I have a week free..."

"I'll go and ask for leave... then... I don't have a flat all for me, I
share a room with other workers... but possibly... Where did you stop?"

"I didn't yet look for a place..."

"There is a little hotel, mid-way between here and the town... we can book
a room there, what do you think?"

"Just one? Don't you think they will find it... weird?"

"No, no, it happens all the time... moreover, being less expensive... But
how are you, tell me!"

"Very well, especially now that I found you again..."

When they were up in their hotel room, they at once were in each other's
arms and this time they could exchange a long kiss, full of joy and
passion.

"Did you get a boyfriend, in these years?" Nikolas asked in a subdued
and timorous tone.

"No. I promised you I would wait for you, didn't I? And you?"

"I neither... I didn't but thinking of you..."

"But tell me... What are you doing now in Germany? You went back, didn't
you? If you knew how many times I asked myself if all went well for you,
how many times I prayed to all the saints that nothing bad happened
you..."

"Yes, I went back, they dissolved the army, I got my discharge. I went
to Frankfurt, where before the war my family lived... The town was almost
all destroyed from the bombing... My family, were all dead by the end of
the war... I may possibly have some relatives somewhere, but didn't look
for them. I found a job as an interpreter, I earn quite good money... And
now I'm here... and if you still want me... I would like now to live with
you, as we planned..."

"If I still want you? Of course! I told you that I waited for you all
these years, didn't I? But tell me... would you like it better I come to
Germany, or do you want to move here to France?"

"Nothing more ties me to Germany, really nothing. All I have now is you,
you are my family. Moreover, you don't speak German, I can speak French.
If I just found a job here, I would willingly stay in France... if you
want."

"My God, Nikolas! I want, I want, I want! Nikolas, my man!"

"Maurice, my boy... Do you know that I love you very, very much?"

"Why then don't you take me to that bed and tell me with all your body,
as you are so able to tell me..." the young Frenchman asked him with an
alluring air, joyfully smiling, and taking his hand, drew him towards
the bed.

They undressed each other, slowly, caressing and kissing and savouring
those sweet moments that still divided them from the so desired union.

"How beautiful you have become, my love!" Nikolas murmured looking at
the naked body of his lover.

"You really like me?" the young Frenchman asked, somewhat flirtatious.

"I always liked you, but now more than ever!" Nikolas said bending down
to kiss him.

"Did you ever look at yourself in a mirror?" Maurice asked.

"Yes... why?"

"Because you are as beautiful as a god! Anything but me!"

"Don't you know that each lover is the mirror of the beauty of his
beloved one?" the young German asked him tenderly, brushing with his
fingertips the almost hairless body of his boy.

"So, then... make me even more handsome, my love... take me!" Maurice
murmured, incredibly excited.

He folded his legs, pulling his knees to the sides of his chest and so
offering himself to his lover. Nikolas kneeled sitting on his heels and
made his knees slip forward spreading them at the sides of the small and
firm arse the boy was offering him. His beautiful member, hard as
granite, hot like a summer sun, laid itself on the throbbing hole, which
awaited it greedily.

"Go on... fill me..." the handsome French boy murmured with shining eyes.

"Here I am, my love..." Nikolas answered in a moved murmur, slipping
forward, leaning his hands on Maurice shoulders and pulling him towards
his groin.

As he was slipping inside, invading him, filling him, the beautiful face
of Maurice shone in a joyous smile, and when finally the slow and long
run came to its end, Maurice emitted a long and tremulous sigh full of
pleasure and passion.

"Finally... I am again yours!"

"Are you happy?"

"More than happy... I love you, Nikolas, I love you so much!"

"I too..." the young German murmured and finally started to pound inside
him.

Maurice raised his head a little from the pillow, stretching it towards
Nikolas. The young man lowered his head and their mouths met, united.
Almost alternating his member and his tongue pushes, Nikolas was so
taking him at both ends and Maurice shuddered with growing intensity for
that double, wonderful penetration.

When their mouths parted, the handsome French boy whispered, "My God, I
didn't remember it was so good... You are making me die with pleasure, my
beloved man!"

"I terribly missed you, do you know? Far from you I was feeling lost...
useless... totally lifeless..."

"You are all mine, Nikolas..."

"Yes, I am all yours! Will we look for a home together? I want to never
again be separated from you, Oh, Maurice, it so splendid being again
united... in this way..."

They made love into the evening, never sated with each other, then they
decided to go downstairs for supper, but only after promising each other
they would go up again to resume making love.

The day after, Maurice decided they had to go to the Charterhouse - he
had an idea. He asked to meet Serge and, in the presence of Nikolas, he
set forth his request.

"Serge, I know that if you can you will do it, and that if you tell us
no it would only be because you really cannot... therefore I dare to make
this request of you. Nikolas and I, when I was still seventeen, became
lovers, here in the Charterhouse. When at nineteen I had to quit, we
promised each other that he would come and look for me, once the war was
over, so that we could live together in one way or another. Now Nikolas
kept his promise and we have finally met again and we are, if possible,
even more in love than before.

"Nikolas would like to get a job here in France, in order for us to stay
together. He is now working as an interpreter for the French
headquarters in Berlin. So I was thinking that, as he knows German
perfectly and knows rather well also French... he could possibly come to
work here in the Charterhouse as a teacher of German... At least we can
work nearby... I don't have to leave my job in the winery... Do you think it
possible?"

Serge listened then said, "I cannot decide this, I have to wait for
Roland to be back and to summon the council. I will really willingly
back your request. It could be a good idea teaching German also to those
of our boys who would like to learn it... Do you feel like becoming a
teacher, Nikolas? Would you like to work for our boys?"

"I would try to do my best... I would gather documentation, would prepare
myself... And I would like, yes... even though indirectly... I owe very much
to the Charterhouse - I owe it my lover."

Roland was back with very good news. So they addressed Maurice and
Nikolas's request. Everybody agreed and also one of the teachers
proposed to hire Maurice also - he could start a small vineyard there in
the Charterhouse compound to teach the boys to work in it, and also to
make some wine they could sell with their other products...

When Roland told Maurice what they had decided, the two young men were
happy. Maurice accepted the proposal. So in the Old Guest House, they
got two adjoining rooms and Nikolas and Maurice were hired. Roland
carried on all the needed steps to get to Nikolas a working visa in
France.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 11

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