Date: Tue, 06 Apr 1999 08:29:53 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: We are presumed to be Enemies - 03

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WE ARE PRESUMED TO BE ENEMIES

by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1999
written the 18th of August, 1994
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by - Nick

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"WE ARE PRESUMED TO BE ENEMIES" 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, ore because you think yo really want to read it, please be
my welcomed guest.

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3 - SIMON BECOMES A HUSTLER

A group of voices awakened him. At first they seemed to come from far
away, they were muffled, but then, when he opened his eyes he became
aware they came from behind the low wall. The sun was rising up the
horizon and warming him. He was about to stand up, when the tone of the
voices stopped him. There was something peculiar. He listened. Then he
guessed who they could be and an idea warmed his heart. So he stood up
and greeted them - five faces turned at once stupefied to look at him,
they were men around twenty - thirty years old, and they had weapons.

"You are partisans, isn't it?" Simon asked with a tone filled with hope,
in his voice.

"And you, who are you?"

"Canard... I'm coming from Lille's orphanage. I need you, you have to
help me..."

"What were you doing back there, were you spying on us?" one of the man
asked, making the safety catch of his rifle click open.

"No, I was sleeping... I fled away. My friend Didier, he is a hebrew. A
man living in that house down there, at the gates of the village, the
friend of Germans, took him... You have to rescue Didier..."

"Duhamel? That pig?"

"I don't know his name. He is around fifty, is a fatty type, with thin
moustache... And he is raping Didier..."

"It has to be Duhamel. Raping your friend? How old is your friend?"

"He is nineteen. And that man tied him to his bed and buggers him, and
wants to keep him his prisoner to continue to bugger him as he likes,
and if Didier opposes, he will report him to the Gestapo. You have to
rescue him, I beg you..." the boy said with an urgent tone, imploring
them.

"Yes, he could not be anyone but Duhamel, he always had a penchant for
boys that age. He already had two Magistrate investigations before the
nazi came and he became their friend... That fucking pig bastard..."

"Will you free my friend, then?" Simon asked, filled with hope.

The men discussed. Some wanted to have Duhamel to pay and in the
meanwhile to free the boy he kept prisoner, but others objected they had
more essential tasks to carry out, more important, and that they could
not jeopardize them just to rescue a boy, even if they regretted that
men like Duhamel could continue to carry out his dirty practice  with
impunity... Not finding an agreement, at the end they decided to go up
to the refuge of their chief to make him decide. They told Simon to wait
there for them, not to move for any reason. Simon, weeping, prayed them
to come back to rescue his friend, and spoke particularly to one of the
men who seemed more willing to rescue Didier than the others.

"We will see what can be done, boy, be sure..." the man said giving him
a caress on his head. He handed him a sandwich and went with the others
towards the mountain.

Simon waited. He felt like if time never passed. The sun reached the top
of his course and started to lower. The boy was beginning to fear that
the men forgot about him, or that decided it was not worth taking the
risk to rescue just a nineteen years old boy, a hebrew... It was almost
sunset when Simon heard a sudden rustling and two of the men he met in
the morning were in front of him.

"Come with us." said one of them.

"Are we going to rescue Didier?"

"Possibly, but not now. We have eventually to organize ourselves. Our
captain wants to meet you. Follow us."

"But when are we going to rescue Didier?"

"Soon, I hope. Now walk and don't breath a word, anything may happen."

They set out, first the man who in the morning gave him the sandwich,
then Simon and last the youngest, the one who spoke. They were walking
amongst the trees, on an untracked path that the two followed without
any hesitation. They did a long detour and the sky was already
darkening, when they reached a clearing. There were about twenty men
sitting on the ground and eating. One of them stood up when saw the
three newcomers. He was the captain, his name was Jacques. He made the
boy sit and have something to eat and meanwhile started to question him.
He asked Simon question after question, but the most of them had nothing
to do with Didier. Simon understood that the man was trying to decide if
he could trust the boy or not, he was afraid he could be have sent by
the Germans or by the fascists to lure them into a trap.

So Simon said: "Captain Jacques, I understand you cannot know if you can
trust me or not. So, then, keep me here as you prisoner, and if
something goes wrong, you shoot me. But rescue Didier, please!"

"What is this Didier to you?"

"A friend, the only real friend I have, besides one who is dead when
Germans bombed my orphanage."

"Why do you hate Germans?"

"It is not that I hate Germans. I have met not even one of them. I don't
understand why they come here to make war to us, they should remain in
their homes... But I don't even understand war. One of them killed my
Rene, but it is not... I mean, not just one German killed my Rene, but
this war. That German did not even know Rene was under there... But I
hate that man who tied Didier to bugger him. I saw him from the tree
and... Moreover, if you don't believe me, why don't you send one of your
men to climb that tree as I did? Do you believe that Didier is my
accomplice and that he lets himself be buggered just to cheat on you?"

"Well, you convinced me. We will do so - you will remain with us and one
of my men will go to check. If all fits, as soon as possible we will go
to free your friend and to disembowel that rotten pig of Duhamel." the
captain said. He  then asked for a volunteer.

A young man around twenty-five offered himself and they left  at once,
disappearing in the darkness amongst the trees. The captain continued to
ask questions of Simon, who told him everything, also about their
pilfering in the houses, keeping silent just about the fact he and
Didier made love.

It was deep in the night when the young man was back. He just said three
words: "I saw it..." and sat, panting. A mate handed him wine small
flask. He drank, then said: "The boy is cuffed hands and feet, naked, on
the first floor, just as this boy said... And Duhamel was on top of
him... that rotten bastard pig..."

The day after they laid out a plan. Simon helped the men to prepare
their food, he washed their mess-tin at the stream, trying so to thank
them for what they were preparing to do. He saw them leave as soon as it
started to darken. He remained at the camp with five men. He listened to
their chatting, keeping silent. But his thoughts followed the men going
down in the valley. He would have liked to be with them, but he said to
the captain he would remain to the camp as an hostage, so he remained.
The men started to sleep in turn, and invited him too to sleep, but he
could not, therefore he remained all the night near one of the three men
who on turn were on watch.

Why does time, in certain occasion, seem never to pass? If something
went wrong, one of these men with whom he was now talking would have
killed him. He was not scared by this thought. Rene death had vaccinated
him against the fear of death. And this even more if his Didier... He
was immersed in these thoughts when the man near him stood up and said:
"They are coming back.". Simon didn't hear nothing, so he looked
slightly surprised to the man, but his assured air persuaded him. He
pricked up his ear listening, but for a while he heard nothing different
from the usual noises of the night and of the wood. Then he heard a
creaking, and finally saw emerging from the darkness the first
partisans. He stood up searching with his eyes for Didier. And finally
he saw him.

He ran headlong towards him, crying in happiness: "Oh, Didier, Didier...
Oh Didier, finally..."

"Thank you Simon... I knew you would have done something. You are great,
my friend... Thank you, Simon, thank you..."

They embraced tightly. Simon felt the warmth of the embrace of his
friend, the warmth of his body, his affection.

"I did nothing... they did everything..." the boy said in a whisper.
Didier dried his tears.

"Duhamel?" one of the men who remained in the camp asked to the other
men.

"Eliminated." a man simply answered.

"Problems? Is everybody OK?"

"As smooth as silk. And a suitcase filled with money that the pig had
hidden. He wanted to give it to us not to be killed. He was shitting in
his pants. He died a craven, as he lived."

They went to sleep, Didier embraced Simon making him lie against him.

"They see us..." Simon whispered.

"I don't care. We cannot do more than this, but this at least... Let
them see. I want to fall asleep in this way, and not just tonight."
Didier said tightening his embrace. Simon curled up against him, happy.
Didier lightly caressed him under the rug, gave him a kiss, and they
fell asleep.

The day after, Didier asked the captain to keep them in their group - he
wanted to become a partisan. They were accepted. They moved and arrived
at a mountain refuge that seemed an abandoned ruin, but that inside, in
the underground, was fully equipped. It was their base. The base of the
brigade Voltaire.

In the following days they taught Didier to shoot. Often there came up
to the refuge the wives, girlfriends, sisters of the partisans with
provisions and news from the valleys. Simon was steady in the kitchen
and doing the laundry for the men. They both fitted in well with all the
men.

At times, even if rather seldom, Didier and Simon were able to withdraw
and to make love. But for sure not every day like before. To Simon this
was somewhat sad, but he never said a word.

Then, Simon noticed that, each time that the sister of one of the
partisans arrived, a girl eighteen year old, Didier was spending more
and more time to talk with her. And he also noticed that she was coming
to bring provisions more often than usual.

"Didier?"

"Yes?"

"You like Martine, isn't it?"

"Well, yes... and I think she likes me..." Didier answered with a hint
of embarrassment in his voice.

"Would you like to be with her? Maybe to marry her?" the boy asked
quietly.

"I... I like you always very much, Simon..."

"Yes, but you cannot marry me. With her, you can..."

"It is not said that..."

"I think she likes you a lot, she looks at you in a way... Why don't you
tell her you like her?"

"But... and you?" Didier asked, torn.

"I... will be glad for you..."

"Really? Wouldn't you feel bad? even just a little? After all you did
for me? I owe you so much, I don't forget that..."

"But you like her, therefore... Don't play the hero, Didier. Follow your
way. You like girls, I have been just a phase. Talk to her..."

"You are exceptional. How can you be so special? In your place, I don't
know if I would have been able..."

"I think yes."

"And if she says yes... you..."

"I will be glad for you. And I will go back to the valley. After all, it
is not that I like so much this hermit's life..."

"I will regret not to see you any more..."

"But if I remained here... you would feel ill at ease to flirt with her
having me around, isn't it so?"

Didier talked to Martine. She was happy and answered she was in love
with him. So Didier talked with Martine's brother telling him he was in
love with his sister. The man gave his assent to them to flirt. So Simon
bade farewell to everybody and went back to the valley. Captain Jacques
gave him some addresses of people who could help him, perhaps find him a
job.

Master Michel, when he introduced himself to him telling he was sent by
"Father Jacques", as the captain instructed him, asked Simon what he
could do for him.

"Help me to find a job, so that I can earn my food..." the boy answered.

"What are you able to do, boy?" the man asked.

"Nothing..."

"That's much too little... What did you do to now?" the man asked with
an encouraging smile.

Simon explained him how he fled from his orphanage and gave him a rough
outline of his life thereafter.

"How old are you, boy?"

"Fifteen, sir."

"I thought a couple more... Bah, for the moment you can stay with me to
clean my coffee shop and to serve. But, be careful, when they come, have
the utmost kindness with the krauts, as if they were our best and most
welcomed customers. To sleep you can go in the deposit at the side gate
of the courtyard, I will bring there a folding bed. Then... we will see.
Is that OK?"

"Yes, sir, thank you sir."

"Good. And I have to find you more decent clothes. Possibly those of my
sons when they were younger can fit you. My wife must have kept them in
some trunk."

Simon started so to work in the coffee shop of master Michel. At first
he just swept the floor, washed the glasses, cleaned the tables, washed
cups and glasses behind the counter. Then he also started to serve at
the tables when there was crowd, like after the Sunday mass. At evening
often came groups of German soldiers. Simon missed his Didier. He didn't
miss just his body, his beautiful circumcised member, his intimate
caresses and kisses, but also his half moon smile with his eyes half
closed, his sense of humor, his embraces when they were falling asleep,
his eyes filled with desire even when they were with others...

There was a couple of youths of the village who came often to the coffee
shop, and even a couple of German soldiers, that he liked, but not the
first, nor the latter, never made him understand if they desired him.
And nobody else, to tell the truth. So, late at night, when he lay on
his folding bed, Simon contented himself to masturbate and to daydream
his beautiful Didier.

After about three months, he became tired of that life and told master
Michel he wanted to move into town. The man gave him some clothes, a bag
of food,  money, and the address of an acquaintance in town. Simon left
early in the morning.

In town he looked for the address master Michel gave him, but he just
found the ruins of a burned house. Nobody of the neighbors knew where
the owner was. Simon toured the town. He went in several shops asking if
they needed a boy, but the answers were always negative. He slept in the
open, taking shelter amongst the ruins of houses, to avoid the night
rounds of the German patrols or of the French police. He finished both
his money and his food, so he decided to start begging. He was ashamed
but he had no other means to survive. He was not skilled like Didier to
pilfer, just the thought to really do it, frightened him.

For three or four days he survived in this way when one evening, a man
around thirty years old, wiry, with a pair of big glasses, stopped on
the opposite side of the street to look at him. Then he went away, but
he was back soon after, this time passing on his side, and staring at
him while passing in front of him. Simon held out his hand and asked for
an alm. The man put his hand in his pocket like if he wanted give him
some coins, but went past on, continuing to look at him from the corner
of his eyes.

Then he went back, stopped in front of him and said: "Would you like to
earn this money, boy?" and, pulled out from his pocket his hand that
held some notes, slightly waving them.

"Sure..." Simon said, as that money would have really helped him.

"Come with me, then..."

"Where?"

"At my place..."

"Do you have a job for me?" Simon asked moving away from the wall where
he was leaning.

"Not exactly. You would have just... to be kind to me tonight. Do you
understand?"

"Kind?" Simon asked without understanding.

"Yes, I like boys like you. If you come with me, we can... amuse
ourselves."

Simon understood: "All right. I'll came, then." he simply said.

The man had a light pleased smile: "How old are you?" he asked on the
way.

"How old do you think?" Simon cautiously asked.

"Seventeen?" the man tried.

"Strike!" Simon lied.

The man made him enter in a small gate then, while going upstairs,
fingered his ass. Made him enter in his apartment and guided him to his
bedroom. "Undress and get on the bed. I'll be back soon." said and left
him alone. Simon obeyed. The man was back in a few minutes - he was
wearing just a towel around his hips, as if he just took a bath, but he
for sure had not the time to do it. He had a skinny body, a little
hairy. He was rather funny, half naked, with those imposing glasses on
his nose.

He went near the bed and looked at the boy's body, up and down. "Do you
feel like sucking my prick?" he lustfully asked.

"Sure." Simon said, asking himself what was hidden under the man's
towel.

He pulled it out - a kind of long, soft sausage, rather thin, hanging
under a thicket of curly black hairs. "Go on, then, make it become
hard." the man said kneelling on the bed and guiding Simon's head to his
groin. While the boy skillfully sucked the rod that was little by little
hardening, the man asked: "Do you also take it in your arse?"

"Yes..." Simon answered.

"Good. But now continue to suck it. You are skilled. It's long you do
your job?"

"What job?" Simon asked, thinking that the man was a little odd.

"Having sex for money. Normally boys hustle on the garden behind the
cathedral, not where you were..."

"I come from another place..."

"Suck, go on... make it really hard, so I can push it all into your
arse... go on, I want to fuck you..."

Simon obeyed. Keeping it with his hand around his root, the rod almost
touched his throat. It must have been at least 10 inches, but it was not
thick. He sucked an licked for a long while, until the man had him on
all fours. He slipped inside the boy with a set of strong thrusts, then
started to hammer into him, rolling his pelvis so that his rod brushed
against all the wall of the boy's channel.

"Oh, what a good arse, my boy! Not too wide, not too tight, really how I
like them!"

The man took him for a long while, evidently enjoying his long and
strong ride. And finally spurted his load inside the boy. Simon didn't
dislike it, nor even really like it. Better than nothing, above all
thinking to the money the man will give him.

He was about to get out of the bed and dress, when the man said: "Why
don't you stop to sleep here with me? You don't have a place, right?"

"Yes I have." Simon lied, then added: "If you want me to stop, you have
to give me double."

"All right. But then tomorrow morning I'll fuck you again." the man
answered, his eyes excited.

They lay to sleep, and the man asked Simon to caress his body while
waiting to sleep. Simon did it, almost mechanically, until he fell
asleep.

On the morning he was waken up by the rod of the man rummaging inside
the fold between his buttocks, trying to find his hole. Simon guided it
on the right spot and the man took him again, leaning on him and rocking
on top of him. He rode the boy for a long while, this time also, he
seemed never to come. But finally he unloaded inside the boy with low
and short moans.

While they were dressing, the man, his eyes still glassy with lust,
said: "You are really a nice arse, boy!"

He said "are" and not "have" and that annoyed Simon. That recalled to
him some of the elder boys in the orphanage that he disliked for that
reason. Thinking to make a compliment, they really debased you.

Finally dressed, the man saw him to the door. Here he pulled out the
money, put it in the boy's hand and pushed him out: "If you are still
there, at times, I'll came again to hire you for a good fuck. Ah, what
did you say your name is?"

"I didn't tell you..." Simon answered going down the stairs two at a
time. He left the house and, reached the street, he breathed at full
lungs, happy to be far from that man.

Even if he didn't like him, he earned some money and precious
information, or better two - how he could earn money, and where he had
to go to sell his body to people craving for sex. Behind the cathedral,
in the garden, he said. He immediately looked for the place. Turning
around the ancient, imposing cathedral, at its back he found a rather
wide garden. He explored it wide and far but didn't see any boys. Did
the guy lie to him? Did he just pull his leg? Anyway he paid him...

The thought that somebody could pay another to have sex, seemed to him
rather weird. Then he thought that possibly there were types, like that
man, with whom nobody would like to go, if it was not for money. Yes, it
had to be exactly so.

He went to buy a French loaf, cheese and salami and prepared a big
sandwich that he ate with real pleasure. Then he loitered downtown. At
evening he saw a small restaurant, on whose window was written they
offered the dish of the day and a glass of wine, for a reasonable price.
He decided he could allow himself a decent meal. Entered and was served.
He savoured the good food slowly, sipping his wine little by little. It
was really pleasurable, he felt like a lord.

While he was going out, he crossed three German soldiers who were going
in.

One of them badly bumped into him and, instead of apologizing, said in
an awful French: "Ask apology, boy!"

He, on impulse, answered: "You have rather to apologize!"

The soldier grasped his collar almost rising him from the floor and
asked in a hiss: "What say, you?"

"You bumped on me, not I!" the boy answered, not at all frightened.

The soldier rose his other hand like to give him a backhander, but one
of his comrades blocked his arm in mid air and said him sharply
something in German. The two looked at each other with hard eyes, then
the first soldier burst in laughter, a nasty laughter, and let Simon go,
going to sit to a table. Simon, still near the door, tidied his clothes
with calm and went out looking serious at the other two soldiers. The
one who stopped his comrade made him a light smile and winked at him.
Simon brightened up - for sure, there was good and bad in everybody, and
Germans were not different from the others, for that. Even if they were
the "enemy".

He went back to the cathedral and went round it to the garden. Now, he
noticed, there were some boys more or less of his age. Each of them was
leaning against a tree, with slothful air, looking at their feet. A
couple of boys he saw smoking a cigarette. Just one or two of them, when
he passed, looked fleetingly at him, to then lower again their eyes.
There was a strange atmosphere.

Simon decided to stay and see. Found a free tree, he leaned against it
and started to wait. He had seen seven or eight boys. Who knows how many
there could be in the wide garden? It was almost dark, the light of the
lamps of the back of the cathedral almost didn't reach to there. After a
while his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Simon looked towards the other
threes where other boys were leaning. He thought he would have liked to
talk with some of them, but they didn't even talk between themselves,
so...

He saw a man arrive. This one passed near a couple of threes with their
guests, then stopped in front of one. He saw them talk a few seconds,
then go away together towards the street. A few minutes later a second
man came. This one toured longer, passing also in front of him. When he
was near, Simon looked at him amazed - he was a handsome man, not yet
thirty years old, one who couldn't have difficulty to find somebody
wanting to go to bed with him, and yet he was looking for a boy to pay.
His theory was wrecked. He saw that man making a second tour, then
approaching a boy, talk in a low voice, then withdraw amongst the bushes
- evidently that man didn't have a house where to bring the boy he
chose, or perhaps he was not alone in his house.

Then he saw two German soldiers, who went straight to a tree. The boy
leaning against it, went towards them immediately and they too went
amongst the bushed. They had to be usual customers, they did not even
say a word. And that boy did it with both, who knows if both together or
one after the other? And who knows why those two soldiers, if they both
liked it, didn't do it together and instead paid a boy? Possibly both
liked to fuck an arse... Who knows how was the cock of a German?

While he was thinking to those things, another man came. He toured
amongst the trees and passed in front of him, looking at him. He was a
man around thirty-five, his hair cut very short, tall and a little
stocky, his nose a little twisted, but not bad, all together.

"Are you a new one?" he asked, looking him from head to toe.

"Yes..."

"Would you come with me?" he asked after he fingered between Simon's
legs to test the consistency of the boy's endowment.

"Yes..."

"Same price than the others, isn't it?"

"Yes..." Simon said asking himself how much did the others charge.

"Good. Let's go, then." the man said going at a fast pace towards the
street.

Simon followed him. The man was living at the ground floor, in a room
filled with framed pictures, from which Simon understood the man was a
boxer. In a corner of the room there was a bed. The man, without saying
a word, started to undress and Simon followed suit, looking at him. The
man had a well proportioned body, muscled, firm and strong. And a
semierect member of remarkable size.

When they were naked, the man went near him and held him tight against
his chest, strongly. Simon liked that hold and fantasized being
penetrated by a strong and vigorous male like that.

The man brought him to his bed, lay down making Simon stay on top of
him, upside down. Simon started to lick and suck the powerful member and
had to stretch his mouth to be able to contain it. Also the man started
sucking Simon's hard member and brushed the boy's nipples. Simon
throbbed with pleasure - he didn't know that that point could be so
sensitive and give pleasure.

Then, with his great amazement, the man went on all fours and said with
excited voice: "Go on, fuck me, now!"

Simon for a while looked at the man puzzled. The boxer turned his head
and urged him: "Well, what are you waiting for? Bugger me, go on!"

Simon got ready to undertake his job. As soon as he pushed his member on
the man's hole, he sank inside to the hilt. Then started to slip out and
in.

"Stronger, harder!" the man ordered. Simon accelerated his rhythm giving
big strokes. "Harder, come on, let me really feel it!" the man said
waving his hips. Simon did his best and, at each thrust, rocked his
hips. His thighs were bouncing against the man's buttocks with strong,
sharp strokes, and with a slapping sound. The man seemed now to
appreciate the boy's strokes: "So, hard, go on... make it come out from
my mouth..." he moaned satisfied. Simon had to do a real effort not to
burst laughing at the idea that his member could peep out from the man's
mouth. But continued to hammer inside the man with all his strength.
Soon he started to sweat with the effort. That was for sure not making
love, he thought, but a solemn fuck, and the man seemed to appreciate
it. Meanwhile the man was masturbating himself and moaned: "Sooo....
yes, soooo..."

Simon cummed strongly inside the man who was happily wiggling, and who
almost at once cummed too. Then he withdrew from Simon and lay down,
making the boy lie near him.

"A really good fuck, boy, compliments." he said pleased.

After relaxing a while in silence, they dressed. The man payed Simon and
the boy went back to the garden, hoping to possibly find another client
and also, possibly, to be allowed to spend the night in his bed.

There were still some boys leaning against the trees, so he too chose
one and started to wait. If every night he could earn all that money, he
could live a good life, he thought.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4

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