My German Lover : Part 26, chapter 4

Pierre grinned and as he was about to kneel in front of his friend, Ludwig said:

“Oh no… You’re not going to blow me pal… you’re gonna fuck me! I want your dick deep inside my ass…”

“What?”, Pierre exclaimed, stupefied…

“Oh come on dude… don’t tell me you haven’t been dreaming about fucking a guy…”

“Well… Yeah! Sure! But I mean… you really want me to fuck you?”

“Yeah!”, Ludwig answered in a husky voice… “Stretch on your back on my bed…”

“Where are you going?”, Pierre asked as he looked at Ludwig walking out of their bedroom…

“I’m going to get a lubricant…”, Ludwig answered, laughing “Wait just a second…”

“Oh…”

“Never try to fuck a guy without a good lubricant. And if you don’t have any, use your saliva…” Ludwig said to Pierre before leaving the bedroom…

And a few seconds later and was back with a bottle of lube…

Pierre was already laying on his back on Ludwig’s bed…

His dick was still very hard, even though he had just cummed moments before…

“What are you going to do?”, he asked Ludwig…

“Just watch me… and learn!”

Ludwig hopped on his bed and knelt on all fours between Pierre’s parted legs but opposite to him, so Pierre could have a direct view of his nice, firm butt…

“Do you see my rosebud?”, Ludwig asked his young friend, while parting his tight, compact ass cheeks with his two hands…

“Sure do…”, Pierre answered, grinning…

“Now… the lotion… Smear some over your fingers…”

“Okay… now what?”

“Now with your middle finger start rubbing my hole… Yeah… just like that… Good! (…) Now slowly push your finger inside my hole… Slowly I said… Slowly… Yeah! Just like that. Yeah!” Ludwig moaned…

“Now… Start wiggling your finger inside my ass… Ohhhh Yesssss! Just like that… Yeah! Now pal, find my prostate…”

“Your prostate?”

“Yes. Do you feel it on the tip of your finger… No! Not there… Not there either… YEAH, there! You found it! Now with the tip of your finger start massaging it… Yeah Ohhhhhhh… Just like that, yes… It feels so good…”

Now Pierre was all excited and his hard dick was oozing like a faucet… And so was Ludwig’s!

“Okay… Now put a second finger in there… Slowly… SLOWLY!!! Yeah… that’s it… Remember… always do it slowly.”

“Okay!”

“That’s perfect dude… That feels so good… Now take your time and insert a third finger… Yeah! Just like that… take your time… Ohhhhh Yes! That’s good…”

“Does it hurt?”

“Noooooo. Not if your fingers are well lubed and if you do it slowly… That’s it pal. Don’t forget to use your middle finger to massage my walnut…”

“Your what?”

Ludwig grinned and answered: “My walnut… my prostate you dummy!”

“Oh…”, Pierre answered, laughing…

“Yeah… just like that… You learn fast dude! (…) Now start fucking my hole with your fingers, slowly at first okay?”

“Like that?”

“Yesssss”, Ludwig sighted… “Yessssss….”

And after about three minutes Ludwig turned to look at Pierre and said:

“Now dude slowly remove your fingers from my ass… remember… SLOWLY… Ohhhhh yes! Just like that!”

Once Pierre had removed his fingers from his friend’s arse, Ludwig turned to face him and then he straddled him, sitting on his knees… with Pierre’s hard, throbbing dick right under his arse crack…

Ludwig grabbed the lotion and spread some all over Pierre’s dick. Then he lubed his glory hole…

Looking at Pierre straight in the eyes Ludwig said:

“Now dude, never ever tell anyone you’ve fuck me, huh? Swear to me!”

“I swear I will never tell Ludwig. I swear, believe me!”

“Okay”, Ludwig answered as he began lowering himself over Pierre’s hard dick…

He took his young friend’s cock into his hand and guided it to his rosebud…

“Don’t move…”, Ludwig said to Pierre “And refrain from slamming your dick into my hole, you hear me? Cause if you do… I’ll kill you… Just don’t move and let me do the rest, will you?”

“Okay okay… Don’t worry…”

At that Ludwig lowered himself a bit more and the head of Pierre’s cock began to penetrate his asshole…

Ludwig grunted…

“Does it hurt?” Pierre asked his blond haired friend…

“(…) No… not really… It’s just that I haven’t done that since we left Paris, so…”

Ludwig paused for a few seconds, then began to slowly lower himself on his young friend’s cock with Pierre grabbing his ass cheeks, spreading them some more…

“Yeah Pierre… That’s it!”, Ludwig said, moaning…

Pierre was moaning too as the sensation was unbelievable.

Ludwig raised himself slightly, then he lowered himself onto Pierre’s cock slowly…

“Ohhhhhhh”, he moaned… “That feels so good…” he moaned…

“Really?”, Pierre asked, looking at Ludwig…

“Shit yeah! (…) Now grab my dick and start wanking it, will you? Smear some lotion all over it… it will be even more pleasant”

Pierre did as asked and began jerking him off… slowly…

“Yeah! You’re a fast learner!” Ludwig said, grinning…

Then Ludwig began riding on his friend’s hard, oozing dick… faster and faster… forcefully, repeatedly and roughly… using Pierre’s hard dick as he wished…

As Ludwig was now sitting over Pierre’s crotch with his legs bent, Ludwig said to him:

“Now dude… start slamming your dick into my ass… don’t worry… You can do it as fast and as hard as you want. I’m well adjusted now.”

After a few thrust, Pierre began moaning and panting…

“Ohhhh Ludwig… I can’t believe it… I can’t…” Pierre moaned in a husky voice…

“Un-huh!”, Ludwig answered, sighing… “I know…”

Pierre’s dick was rubbing Ludwig’s love spot with every thrust of his dick… and Ludwig was getting really stimulated, with Pierre wanking his big, oozing dick…
He just wanted this to last forever…

His dick was leaking so much precum as Pierre was jerking him off… faster and faster…

“…Ludwig… I think I’m gonna cum… If you don’t stop riding my disk like that, I’m gonna cum…”

“Okay pal… cum inside my ass… cum… cum dude!”, Ludwig answered, panting…

At that moment, Pierre’s cock exploded… his cum shooting deep inside Ludwig’s love chute…

“Oh God… OH MY GOD! Here I cum Ludwig… I’m shooting… I’m shooting…” he cried out.

“Keep wanking me pal… I’m almost there too…”, Ludwig answered…

Ludwig felt Pierre’s hips grinding him as his young friend was cumming deep inside him…

“I’m gonna shoot…”, Ludwig shouted out… as he let his orgasm engulf his body… shooting his hot load down all over his young friend’s chest and abs…

“Oh shit… Ahhhhhhh”, Ludwig moaned…

“Yessssss”, Pierre answered, with a big smile on his face…

When the spasms subsides, Ludwig collapsed on top of Pierre. He gasped for air and looked into his eyes:

“… That was a hell of a fuck dude!” he said, grinning…

“Shit Ludwig! I had no idea it would be so good…”, Pierre answered, laughing…

“Un-hun!”, Ludwig answered, grinning… “And there are a few things I still have to teach you…”

“Oh yeah?”

“What do you know about rimming?”

“About what?”

“Rimming”… Ludwig answered, laughing… “And you’ve never been fuck huh?”

“Are you kidding… you know perfectly well that I’m still a virgin…”

“Yeah! Well… We’ll have to take care of that too huh?”

“Will it hurt?”, Pierre asked, a bit worried…

“…A little… at first… but then, you’re gonna love it… I swear”, Ludwig answered, laughing…

“Ludwig?”

“What?”

“…Don’t start going out with Lisa before you teach me, will you?”

“(…) Okay okay… I’ll teach you…”

“Thanks. You’re a pal!”, Pierre said, giving Ludwig a peck on the nose…

“Pierre?”

“What”

“…Never do that again okay?”

“Sorry! I forgot…”

“Well don’t. Only my brother Will can give me pecks… ant that’s different…”

“I’ll remember…”

“Fine!”

And later on, over the following weeks, Ludwig had time to teach Pierre a few more tricks before he started going out with Lisa…

It was obvious to Ludwig that Lisa liked him… and of course, he liked her a lot.

She was a beautiful young woman, with features that made Ludwig salivate. Since both her parents were mulattos, her skin was rather light colored and she had beautiful hazel eyes…

Only problem was, her dad wasn’t too happy to see Ludwig running around his daughter, since to him, Ludwig was a “Béké”… In Martinique only 1% of the total population born on the island is white and they are the direct descendants of the old masters… the slave owners. They are the "Békés"...

Even nowadays they still control a significant share of the island’s economy and are involved in many different spheres such as agriculture, real estate, tourism and banking. Apart from that, the real problem with many Békés (but not all of them…) is that a lot of them still look at the black inhabitants as inferiors! Of course, they never mingle with them… as they tend to live apart from them. At Le Robert, a village located in the heart of “Béké country”, they live in beautiful, secluded houses… and they make sure the roads leading to their plantations are not too well maintained, so that the “others” do not have easy access to them!

So for Lisa’s father to consider that Ludwig was a “Béké” was not meant as a compliment!

But Ludwig wasn’t born in the French West Indies… and he was certainly not a descendant of the old slave owners… And since they had moved to Martinique, Ludwig and the others had always treated the blacks as their equals! They had been working and living with them… and many of their friends were black. To them the color of a person’s skin had no significance at all!

So why consider Ludwig like if he was a Béké?

At first Ludwig didn’t understand why Lisa’s father didn’t seem to like him very much.

Then Lisa explained to him the history of the island, and told him about slavery… and of how much her people had suffered…

Of course Ludwig had heard about slavery… but never before had he really understood how much the slaves had suffered, how hard work was on the plantations at the time… how it felt to be “own” by someone else… living with the permanent threat of being sold to another slave owner… or worst: Seeing your wife or your children being sold to another slave owner without you being able to do anything against it…

Ludwig knew about the big trial that was going on at the time in Nürnberg (Nuremberg…), where high Nazi officials were accused of crimes against Humanity…

And he had those crimes in mind when he said to Lisa:

“I have no doubt slavery was a crime against Humanity… and that slavery was terribly wrong! But tell me Lisa… Am I responsible for that crime just because I’m white? I have nothing to do with slavery. Hell, I was not even born at the time…So I would be responsible for crimes committed by white people more than a hundred years ago… just because of the color of my skin? Is that what your saying to me? That would be racist, no?”

“Yes Ludwig! That would be racist. And I sure don’t think you’re responsible for what happened here a long time ago… No. That’s not what I think Ludwig. And I know you’re not a Béké… As for my dad, well… you know… All the whites he knows are Békés… except for a few Métros…

“Métros?”

Lisa grinned, then said:

“Yeah! The whites who have come from France to work in the administration. They are not Békés... since they were not born on the island... but let me tell you that most of them treat us as bad as the Békés do... Now, you, your brother and all of your friends here on the plantation are different! You’ve never treated us like that… So I guess my dad doesn’t know how to react to that… It’s all too new to him and I think he’s under some apprehension…”

“I’ll have to talk to him then…”

“…Good luck!”, Lisa answered, frowning…

And indeed later during that week Ludwig had a talk with Lisa’s father… and it wasn’t an easy conversation…

“…You know we are not Békés, Sir… And since we came to Martinique you had time to learn about us… the way we think… who we are. You’ve seen the way we act. We are not racists, and you know that! The question is: Are you?”, Ludwig asked him.

Lisa’s dad looked at Ludwig and for a while… and just stared at him. Obviously he had not expected such a question… and had never given a thought about that! To him, the racists were necessarily the whites looking down at the blacks, and never the other way around…

“If you don’t like me just because of the color of my skin, well… you have a big problem… since you are a mulatto… You are the offspring of a black parent and a white parent, aren’t you? Who was white: Your dad or your mum huh?”, Ludwig asked.

“…My Grandmother was white…”, the man answered, looking down at his feet…

“…And do you hate her because of the color of her skin? (…) Sir, I love Lisa… and I know she loves me. Eventually we would like to get married. My intentions are good Sir… and you know me: I’m a good man. Please Sir, don’t prejudice me…”

Lisa’s father looked at Ludwig and remained silent for a while… then he said:

“….Look Ludwig… give me some time to think about that, okay?”

“Yes Sir. I’m sure you’ll see the light cause I know you are a good man too…”

A few days later, as Ludwig was working at the distillery, Lisa’s dad came to see him.

Ludwig turned to look at the man and said:

“Oh … bonjour monsieur…”

The man grinned back at Ludwig and after a moment he asked:

“…You love her huh?”

“With all my heart Sir!”

“…She told me she loves you too…”

Ludwig smiled…

“Well… I won’t stop you from marrying her. I know you’re a good man Ludwig… and I’m not a racist. It’s just that we’ve suffered so much…”