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----THE WANKING PARTNER----
"Hey, Paul... Do you remember... the last time we were at Bagatelle, we were
wondering where Foucarde was?", François asked...
"Yeah?"
"... Well... I've just called my mum and she said that, indeed, they don't know
where Foucarde is! It seems he's nowhere to be found... Anyway... She said she
doesn't feel sorry for him, and that the village is no longer terrorized by him
and his gang of thugs..."
"I'm glad to hear she doesn't pity him!"
"She doesn't... Nevertheless... I still wonder what those SS guys really did to
him..."
"All we know is that he was whipped...", Paul answered...
"...Not just that! My mum heard rumours about other things... But she said it's
too terrifying to talk about it...", François said, a bit puzzled...
"...Well... Whatever they did to him... at least, we know he's still alive,
isn't he?"
"Right!"
Now that François was back to school, and as he was recovering nicely, things
were going back to normal on Avenue Foch...
Except that Ludwig had a problem on his hands!
"...François?", Ludwig asked his friend one night...
"Yes?"
"...You know... I'm glad you're living here with us now... Really! But you
know... before you moved in here, I used to have our bedroom all to myself...
Oh, I don't mind sharing it with you... no... That's no big deal..."
"What's wrong then?", François asked, a bit anxious...
"(...) Well, when I had the room all to myself... I had my "privacy", if you see
what I mean..."
"Huh?"
"...Well... --and don't laugh--..."
"I won't Ludwig... I swear..."
"It's just that... well... it was the only place where I can jerk-off in
peace..."
"Ahhhhh, so that's it, huh?"
"... You know, when we're in Paris, Marie-Hélène -also known as the slut- isn't
here to take care of my "needs"... So, I have to take care of them myself... and
I do it... a lot!", Ludwig answered, laughing...
"I see dude! (...) And no need to sweat... I mean, I'm here, I know... and I
can't make myself disappear... but... listen to me Ludwig: I don't care if you
wank in your bed all night long, you know... I know it's not easy for you,
having me here in your bedroom... But I don't want you to feel uneasy because
I'm sleeping in a bed right next to yours... Please Ludwig, don't make me feel
bad!"
"No no... I don't want to make you feel bad... not at all... but... Um, can I
ask you a question François?"
"Sure!"
"(...) Tell me François: Are you in love with me?"
Since Ludwig was sitting on his own bed, François walked over to him and sat on
his bed, facing his friend...
"...Look Ludwig: You're a terrific guy... and you're gorgeous... no, no...
that's true... And yes... I was in love with you at one point! But then, I've
realized you're not gay, and that you would never fall in love with me... Then,
I met Jacques... As you know, he's gay, and we had a lot of fun together... Now
he doesn't want to see me anymore, but that's another story! The point is that,
when I met Jacques, I realized I was losing my time loving you... I don't know
what's going to happen with Jacques ---I sent him a few letters--- Anyway, all
this to say that, at one point, I've stop loving you! (...) I mean... I still
love you, but like I love my brothers and my sisters... So if today you ask me
if I'm in love with you, I can tell you "NO". "
"...Thanks for being honest with me, François! I appreciate! Now that I know
you're no longer in love with me, it makes me feel a lot more comfy to jerk-off
while you're in the room... But... Um... I have another question for you
though?"
"What is it you want to know this time", François answered, laughing...
"Um... well it's not easy for me to ask..."
"Come on Ludwig: What's on your mind?"
"I don't want to hurt you, if I ask..."
"Oh shit, Ludwig: You're my best friend... Why the hell would you want to hurt
me? Come on..."
"Okay... (...) I was wondering... since the "accident"... how are things going
on for you "down there"?"
François burst out laughing... and then asked Ludwig:
"You mean... If I can have an erection?"
"Sort of..."
"Sure! (...) I don't get hard as easily as I used to do, but I can, if that's
what you want to know...", François answered, still laughing...
"Good! (...) Cause I don't want to be wanking right next to you, knowing you
feel bad about it..."
"No, no... Don't worry about that..."
"Um... Have you... Have you wanked since..."
"No... I haven't tried yet... It's still a little bit painful "down there" as
you say... But I'm thinking about it... A lot! It's just that... like... like if
I was afraid to... You know... (...) But I can see you're curious, huh? I
suppose you wonder how I look "down there" now... Want to see?"
"I don't want to make you feel bad..."
"No no... In fact, it will make feel more comfortable! If I show you, perhaps I
will stop trying to hide myself from you each night, when we get undressed!
Here... Take a look..."
François took his shorts off, and Ludwig looked at his friend's crotch...
His dick was there... but his balls were gone! All Ludwig could see was a pink
scar, where his friend's balls used to hang...
"What do you think?", François asked his friend... "Be honest with me..."
"...The surgeon did a fine job!", Ludwig said...
"Yeah! (...) He told me I was in a pretty bad shape, when I got to the
Hospital..."
"Do you remember what they did to you? I mean... Foucarde and his thugs..."
"...Yes! The others didn't touch me... They just hold me there, while Foucarde
kept hitting me... I couldn't defend myself... Fortunately, at one point, I lost
consciousness..."
"I wish I could kill him..."
"Nah! I think he got a good lesson from those SS guys...", François answered,
grinning...
"...Oh yes, he did!", Ludwig said, laugning... "I swear to you: He did!"
Eventually, both friends went to bed, and the lights were turned off.
"Night, Ludwig..."
"Yeah! Night François..."
But later that night, certain sounds woke François up... He started to listen...
and heard... slurping sounds... followed by moans coming from Ludwig's bed...
"...Taking care of your "needs" pal?", he whispered, grinning...
"...What else?", Ludwig answered, smiling in the dark...
"Feels good?"
"...Try for yourself, and tell me..."
"...I can't get a hardon as easily as I used to...", François answered.
"Here pal: Let me give you a hand with that...", Ludwig said, as he got up from
his bed and walked over to his friend's bed...
"...Spread your legs a bit, so I can kneel down between your legs..."
"Are you kidding or what?"
"No no... What are friends for, huh? Trust me, pal... You'll see you're gonna
get hard!"
Ludwig hopped on his friend's bed, and knelt down between his parted legs...
Then he took his friend's limp dick into his already slippery hand, and started
to play with it...
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