By Rob Loveboy
It was during the Second World War; I had just entered my fourteenth year by a mere few weeks. The city in which I resided was a time bomb; the Nazis would not be far off in their quest to capture all of Poland. Other cities were already under siege and rumors of atrocities were abound. Rape, torture, murder and mass incarceration of people that were deemed not fitting the Nazi profile, it was rumored.
I understood little at the time, being the only child of a loving, well-off Polish father and Swedish mother. I was sheltered from evil-doings as much as possible. I did however overhear, as children are wont to do, the whispered talks of adults and the very scary sounding man blaring from the RCA Victor. Not understanding German, I was truly frightened by the very tone of his loud, angry voice.
My parents struggled, but made the final decision to send me off to live in the country with my maternal aunt and uncle, and my younger female cousin. It was said that life there, some 200 miles to the south, was still serene and safe, as the Nazis had bigger fish to fry. Conquer the major cities and the rest of the population would fall to its knees. It would be temporary, at least until things settled down, mom assured, trying to be strong in emotion while placing me on the train that spring morning.
It was a village of no more than five-hundred residents. My uncle owned a small farm on the rural outskirts. Chickens, a few cows and pigs and a vast vegetable garden provided sustenance for his family. Their home was a small, modest structure, quite primitive from the city homes I was used to. No running water, indoor plumbing and electricity to be enjoyed as a luxury, but the family seemed content existing on basic necessities and their staunch Catholic faith.
My make-shift bedroom was a windowless converted storage area off the kitchen that I shared along with the normal paraphernalia for which storage rooms are generally intended. It was rather cramped and small and a curtain was strung across the opening where a door may have previously hung. But it did offer some privacy and the old feather bed was very comfortable indeed. It was a much better alternative than sharing a room with my cousin, Beth, who enjoyed a very spacious room all to herself. After all, although we were cousins it just wasn’t right for a boy and a girl our age to share sleeping quarters which was fine with me.
Not that I wasn’t fond of Beth, she was very pretty with her blond hair and blue eyes similar to mine, traits inherited from our Swedish mothers and in reality, our resemblance was so alike we could easily have been taken as brother and sister. I was of the age where boys had a mild interest in the fairer sex and a rather compelling interest in my pubertal development and its wonders.
I had discovered masturbation at the same time I learned snippets of information regarding sexual matters. I knew the basics; men get women pregnant, but the actual knowledge of how one went about doing so only came to light early in my twelfth year when I happened upon a male cousin and his friend enjoying the day at a mutually shared favorite fishing hole. Henry, my 15-year-old cousin, and his 14-year-old friend Joseph had stolen a bottle of red wine from a vendor’s cart in the city and were sharing the pilfered contraband when I happened upon them. I was sworn to secrecy, of course, and not offered to share in the inspiration of their giddiness.
It was a very hot afternoon and the fishing hole also served as a fine swimming area. Before long, both boys had stripped naked and were frolicking and horsing around in the water, dunking and crawling atop one another giggling like a couple of school girls.
When they exited the water, both boys sported erections which they made no attempt to hide from each other, or from me. I had never before seen another boy in such a state, and of course their development was even more intriguing compared to my own small, hairless genitals.
Henry was far more advanced than his friend, with his long, thick shaft and low hanging testicles and a mat of wet black hair plastered to his groin area. Joseph was maybe equally as long but lacked the girth and his pubic hair was sparse. His testes were smaller and not unlike my own.
My interest was that of sheer boyhood curiosity and not of a sexual nature by any means as I took in the remarkable male genital stages, from my own boyhood immature display, to Joseph’s mid-range development, and finally to the manhood proportions that I suspected Henry had reached.
To make a long story short, the previous evening the boys claimed to have witnessed a couple of prostitutes servicing two Polish military men in a dark alley. Henry and Joseph began to mimic the sex acts, laughing and talking like girls, making lewd sexual comments that they had overheard.
From a standing position, Henry turned Joseph around. He immediately bent over, supporting himself on a fallen tree. Henry then placed his erection between his friends’ legs and with exaggerated gusto, began pumping; hooting and hollering very foul words. Joseph was begging in a mocked female voice, for Henry to do “it” harder.
The playful shenanigans lasted but only a few moments before both boys broke into hysterical laughter. But the show wasn’t quite finished yet; Henry told Joseph to get on his knees and suck his “big Polish dick,” obviously mimicking another sexual act seen in that dark alley.
I was aghast when I quickly figured out what that entailed, even though Joseph didn’t actually take Henry’s penis in his mouth, but he made open mouth gestures with it grazing his lips and his hand firmly around the shaft stroking it as Joseph thrust his hips to and fro.
Although it was playful, I remember Henry becoming serious and asking Joseph to actually perform oral sex on him. I truly believe that Joseph was contemplating doing exactly that after several more prodding attempts by Henry, but after a quick glance my way, he rose to his feet red in the face.
Joseph began asking Henry to masturbate himself so that he could again see an apparent “geyser” shoot out that Henry had obviously done at some previous point in time. Henry obliged, lay upon the grass and frantically beat his meat. I was bewildered at the purpose and objective in which Joseph was so keen to witness. He was so anticipating the end result that when Henry’s hand grew tired, Joseph’s hand took control of the matter and shortly thereafter brought the “geyser” forth much to my amazement and awe.
So that was my basic induction into fornication and oral sex, although both acts had been simulated, but the act of masturbation was a very real eye opener for me to experiment and I did so with such regularity that I developed a very painful friction burn. The actual joy of ejaculation came just prior to my thirteenth birthday, although not nearly as voluminous and ivory-white as my cousin Henry spewed that hot summer day, I was very proud nonetheless.
The Nazi military infrequently passed through the village of my temporary exile, stopping only briefly to replenish supplies of whatever they needed, procured free of charge in the name of the Fuhrer. These ‘visits’ were always forewarned in advance as mass amount of troops moving north could not go unnoticed and word traveled quickly to the hamlets in their path.
As a precautionary measure, teenage girls and unwed women were sent underground lest the Nazis had intentions of overstaying their welcome and wish to alleviate their pent-up manly desires and take advantage of their arrogant wartime lawlessness.
This was, in fact, the case one day in mid-August when several battalions stationed themselves near the village. It was rumored that they were awaiting orders to occupy my home city. Soldiers outnumbered residents at least four to one as they settled and erected a base camp nearby that disrupted the meek inhabitants’ peaceful way of life. Life as the village had known it had finally been met with the ugly face of war.
High ranking officials commandeered private homes to reside while they awaited orders. It was expected that homeowners would house and feed these VIP’s without question and with open arms. People were so fearful of the Nazis that they went out of their way to host such powerful men. It became a fierce competition to attract those most powerful into their dwellings as it was believed that a certain safety factor was gained by accommodating them to ensure your home and family would be safe from pillage or destruction. A swastika hung on a door signified that the home was off limits to rogue infantry marauders.
My aunt and uncle were no different in their plight for self-preservation and opened their home to such a man. I did not know his rank or his name but he was in his mid-thirties and so handsomely blond and blue-eyed he could have been the poster boy for Hitler’s “ultimate” race.
The very first night of his arrival he was treated like royalty. Liquor was flowing like water between my uncle and the man.
My aunt prepared a fabulous meal of roast pork, chicken and all the trimmings. She was manicured, primped and dressed in a gorgeous white frock, more beautiful than she ever portrayed herself before. Beth and I could only look at each other and shrug shoulders at unusual behavior of her otherwise religious, tee-totaling parents who were practically falling over the man to be hospitable.
Lanterns illuminated the surroundings like never before seen in the household. Kerosene was scarce and rationed, but our prestigious boarder seen fit to supply the liquid-gold; most likely for his own convenience and comfort.
Reflecting later in life, it was as if my aunt was flirting with the Nazi guest at our table. Her willingness to be bedded by the man with her husband’s consent, was only a noble effort to deflect attention from their young daughter, should the man be so inclined, despite the parents effort to disguise Beth’s true beauty by making her appear quite unkempt with messy, lard greased hair, soiled skin and baggy clothes.
Two different languages, German and Polish seemed not a barrier, each party having compromised on a limited repertoire of broken English; a language that I had only just began studying in school and had no proficiency in. Throughout dinner and beyond, the man stared at me and would beam a broad smile when I met his gaze, toasting me often which seemed to cause an uneasy tension between my guardians. Their eyes locked upon each other’s, then upon mine.
A certain fear was easily read by me into the sudden change of aura, but as quick as it would happen, a semblance of normality resumed when my aunt or uncle would sway the man’s attention away from me and a round of laughter ensued.
The interpretation given to me by my uncle was that the German thought I was too pretty to be a boy, a comment that I heard so often in my life that I loathed it. I felt there may have been more said, but that was all that was relayed to me.
Earlier that evening our guest had selected Beth’s room to be his sleeping quarters, obviously because it was spacious and a far cry nicer accommodations befitting his status than my tiny, impromptu bedroom. It was decided that Beth would bunk in with me for the duration of his visit despite the moral improprieties. Some things could be overlooked in a time of crisis, I surmised.
Beth and I were finally excused from the table to prepare for bed. As I stood to bid a polite good night, the man pulled me into him and ran his hand through my hair and down my face mumbling something that I didn’t understand and nor was it translated for my benefit. It was apparent that my aunt and uncle understood, the forlorn look returned to their faces.
Only this time they were bug-eyed on the German who was chuckling to himself in self-amusement as he groped my bum and held me there a long while as the adult conversation and revelry waned. His voice took on a serious tone and his eyes peered intently at my uncle, where some kind of agreement had been sealed and uncle lowered his head as if in dismay, studying his goblet of liquor.
My gut instinct told me that I was the center of all the angst. I didn’t believe that I had done anything disrespectful, and had I done so, why was I not being reprimanded? The German dismissed me with a pat on the bum and a jovial laugh that only added to my confusion.
White as a ghost and trembling visibly, my aunt rose from the table and summoned Beth to follow. The sleeping arrangements were abruptly changed and Beth was told she would share her parents’ bed. Perhaps the ethical implications, however innocent they seemed to me, became too much of a burden on their religious conscience. Or so I reasoned.
Whatever had dampened their earlier merriment had been forgotten. The drunken festivities continued long into the night. My uncle and the Nazi could be heard talking, singing and laughing to the frequent sound of clanging glasses and the decanting of a bottle replenishing goblets.
Lying on my side facing away from the curtained doorway, I awoke to the hairs standing on the back of my neck. A soft glow from a carried lantern made shadows dance upon the walls and ceiling. The edge of the bed gave concave and the springs squeaked to the unmistakable settling of a person whose heavy breaths were quite audible along with a low throaty cooing.
My relatives had never paid visit to my room during the night, I was old enough to tuck myself in and not in need of a goodnight kiss any longer. I was frozen in fear as I knew for certain who had invaded my space, but for what reason was beyond me. I felt his fingers play with my hair, gently twisting it like my mother sometimes did when we cuddled.
Over top of the bed sheet another hand was stroking my left hip and wandered to my bum, gently cupping and squeezing a cheek and then the other. The breathing intensified as I lay there mortified, paralyzed and not breathing.
I sensed his face close to mine after a slight adjustment of his position to lean closer, the smell of liquor and cigarettes gave way to the prickle of his whiskers against my cheek that he kissed tenderly. I wanted to yell out for help but something deep within told me that that effort would be futile. I didn’t know why that was, just that the man possessed power over all logical thinking that even my young brain could reckon as truth. My weasel like uncle would be no match for that virile, slightly younger man.
The protective sheet that surrounded me was lowered, he urged me onto my back. I kept my eyes closed as he lifted my nightshirt up to my belly exposing my genitalia under the dim light of the lantern resting on a box close by. He played with them; groped and manhandled me roughly that caused me to yelp, feigning sleep was no longer possible and I opened my eyes wide.
After staring at his eyes and friendly enough smile, I couldn’t help but notice his lower region.
My fears doubled when I saw him holding what appeared to be his baton between his legs, the same baton that adorned his belt that one couldn’t help but notice amongst his pistol, bullets and other displayed weaponry. It was when he moved forward that I realized he had his trousers down and it was his manhood that he was grasping, It was huge by all standards, much larger than my only other comparison, my cousin Henry.
He kissed my lips breathing heavily, followed by his tongue prodding entry into my mouth; just like I saw older teens do at social dances. His taste was putrid and I was being suffocated, a slow recuperation from a summer cold still clogged my sinuses and I could not breathe. Merciful, he grew wary of slobbering my mouth.
Aghast, all I could do was lie there and stare when he rose and stripped himself and stood naked staring down at me for a few moments. I had the distinct feeling that he was peacocking himself, seeking my approval of his manliness. The soft glow of the lantern cast enough light to see that he was indeed well built, hairless down to his groin where a golden bush flourished. His testicles were large suspended beneath the upright pointed shaft that a bead of liquid glistened at the purplish tip. Looking up to meet his eyes, strangely, I smiled.
That subtle and naive sign of admiration seemed to please him. His hands tugged at my night shirt, pulling it from under my bum and over my back, a slight tear was heard as he forced it upward over my head and tossed it atop the pile of his own clothing. Ogling my nakedness laid out before him, it was his turn for an assuring smile. I had absolutely no comprehension of my sexualized fate; however I knew in my heart that that night would change my life.
The German lay atop me pushing my arms to behind me head and commenced slobbery kisses from my ticklish armpits across my chest, nibbling my nipples that each suddenly took on a slightly larger and firmer form of their own. Tender to his teeth and tongue, I found the strangeness of it not at all unpleasant. I had heard boys talk of suckling titties claiming that girls loved the sensations, I reasoned that the pleasure wasn’t gender restricted.
He continued to lick and bite down my torso, swabbing my navel for a short while before reaching my groin. He toyed with my sac, kneading and rolling the contents in his fingers as his other hand wrapped the base of my shaft that I hadn’t even realized had become. Shame overwhelmed me. My inner-self battled with emotions, surely what was happening was wrong, yet my erection was clearly deceived all logic. How could it be wrong when it felt so right?
He did what Henry wanted Joseph to do so badly that day not many years ago. His mouth felt nice upon me, warm and moist, lips secured tightly over the entire length, the heavy breath from his nostrils fluttered my sparse pubic hair and was warm upon my skin.
Clearly, he wanted me to take me to orgasm. He paused his blissful assault on my genitals and muttered something in German that I just knew was encouragement to allow myself the mental freedom to relax and let nature take its course. I came moments later, fingers gripping the sheets and my pelvis meeting his piston like mouth with every gratifying multiple spasm of ejaculate. Oddly, the fact that I was spunking in his mouth only seemed to increase the eager ravage of my genitalia, not at all offended in disgust.
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that I would be expected to perform the same deed on him.
It was evident that my own experience had been applied as a demonstration. My whole body was trembling, not in passion but fear, shaking as if the ninety degree temperature of the room had been below zero. The scent of his crotch was strong, an odor that I was hard pressed to compare to anything else. Warm and doughy in my hand, I studied his large sausage-like member for a while, curious about the ooze flowing over the crown that I wiped away with my hand in preparation to take the meat in my mouth, but it continued to seep forth.
After a great deal of hesitation and at his insistent urging upon my head, I mimicked the pleasurable performance he bestowed upon me, not with the same enthusiasm, but I went through the motions… He didn’t complain even though I mostly masturbated him with perhaps only a quarter of his length in my mouth. I didn’t fondle or lick his other extremities as he did mine, he didn’t ask and I didn’t volunteer.
It seemed to go on forever; my jaw was beginning to ache. At one point I thought he had fallen asleep, only to have him hold my head and force it back down. Throughout it all, I found the metallic and salty taste of his meaty manhood not unpleasant.
I hoped that the man would give me fair warning as surely I wouldn’t be expected to take his semen in my mouth as he did mine. The thought made me nauseous, but it really should have been the least of my concerns. My sexual lesson had only just begun!
He rolled me onto my chest and into a fetal position. I felt his tongue on my rectum and had no idea why he was doing that disgusting act. After the initial shock, the sensation amazed me.
Again, he spoke in a soft, reassuring tone causing me to relax and enjoy the bewilderment of delight that area had to offer and hoping that the act wasn’t another lesson to be reciprocated.
He secured me with one arm under my hips; I felt what had to be his cock sliding along my crack before finding its mark.
Oblivious to his intentions, he slammed into me. I screamed out in agonizing pain never felt before, even when I broke my arm at ten years old, the pain was not near as excruciating. I began to cry and wail begging him to stop and even offering to suck him much better, as that must have been my punishment for not performing to his expectations. My please accomplished nothing; he was persistent upon forcing it deeper into me holding my hips in a vice-like grip.
Surely my uncle and aunt would hear my screams and come to investigate. The man certainly wasn’t concerned about that as he never tried to muffle me into silence. I heard my cousin scream out my name, but no rescue attempt ensued. I was mortified when it occurred to me that my relatives had prior knowledge, or in the very least suspected as much. I was the sacrificial lamb in order to protect them.
My attempts to wiggle free using my hands to grasp the mattress and pull myself ahead were thwarted when he laid his heavy body atop mine. The pain inside me sharpened with every inch slowly slithering into my bowels. I submitted to defeat and buried my face in a pillow and sobbed letting him take me uncontested.
I don’t know where the pain went; only numbness was felt after a short while. Perhaps I even passed out for a brief time. The iron headboard banged the wall and the bed springs creaked loudly until suddenly he screamed out and collapsed atop me panting in deep breaths. I surmised that it was over when I could actually feel his erection deflate inside me and he was soon asleep and snoring. I managed to slide out from under his crushing weight but was pressed between the wall and his large frame. Not moving a muscle, I eventually fell asleep.
to be continued . . .