My German Lover, Part 23, chapter 3

"How's that possible?", Ludwig asked, intrigued...

"Well... I mean... It's just like the doctor said to me... You know: When we were young, we used to have dry orgasm, didn't we?"

"...Yes...", Ludwig slowly said...

"Well... I guess... it's a bit like that, only better... since my prostate works just fine..."

"So... you've enjoyed the experience?"

"...A lot! Only thing though: I'll never be able to taste my own cum again..."

"Heck! You can have mine, for what I care...", Ludwig answered, laughing...

"...Yours tastes good..."

"I know: I'm the best..."

"... Hey: Don't get carried away! Don't exagerate..."

"Okay, okay", Ludwig replied, laughing...

"Yeah! (...) Anyway Ludwig... If you ever wake up in the middle of the night, and you have "urges"... Don't hesitate to wake me up: I'm always a willing partner..."

"Agreed", Ludwig answered, still laughing...

Ludwig walked back to his bed, happy to see his problem was solved!

Not only could he wank as much and as often as he used to in the past, but he had gained a wanking partner!

"Not bad", he thought to himself, grinning... "Not bad at all!"

During the fall of 1942, they all went to La Vacherie, to spend a weekend or two over there...

One weekend, François decided to go to the village, to see his mother...

She was so happy to see him... and to see with her own eyes her son was in good shape...

She kissed him all over his face...

"Oh come on, mum!", François said to her, laughing... "Stop that! I'm no longer a kid, you know..."

"To me, you'll always be MY kid...", she answered, smiling at her son...

They talked for a while... about nothing and everything... Then, François asked his mum:

"...Where is dad?"

"In the barn, working there... Why?"

"Well... I think I'm gonna pay him a little visit..."

"Oh! Do you think it's a good idea?", she nervously asked...

"...Don't worry, mum. And if I don't pay him a visit, we'll never know..."

"Oh my God", were her last words, before François left for the barn...

François walked over to the barn, and he found his dad working there...

"Good afternoon, dad...", François said to his father, smiling...

His dad raised his eyes, stared at his son, then went back to his work without saying a word...

"...Can I help you with that?", François asked him...

"Don't need your help!", his dad dryly answered...

"Why do you treat me like that, dad?"

"...When I think I gave you life! (...) That night, I should have stained the sheets, instead of making your mum pregnant with you..."

"(...) Yeah!", François answered to his dad... "You gave me life... and made me the way I am... I didn't choose the way I am, you know... It's all thanks to your genes..."

"...Get the hell out of here... I don't want to see you again..."

"(...) I'm beginning to wonder if, after all, I'm not glad they removed my balls from me: That way, at least, I'm sure I won't transmit your genes...", François dryly answered.

His dad turned around and, with a very angry look on his face, he answered:

"...Scram! You sissy..."

"...Yeah! I'm leaving... Don't worry... I've heard enough..."

And as he was leaving the barn, François turned to look at his dad one last time... and he said to him:

"Oh and dad: Don't forget to cash my pay-checks..."

There was nothing his dad could answer to that... so he remained silent! ... Furious..., but silent!

Ludwig felt sorry for François, when he heard what his dad had said to him...

"...I can't change him...", François answered, with a sad look on his face... "Anyway... I think he never liked me, so... (...) But I feel sorry for my mum... She's his slave! That's what she is... and I know she's miserable..."

"Shit... That's bad...", Ludwig answered...

"one day, I hope I'll be able to take her away for him... so she can have a decent life..."

"Yeah!"

"Oh... but that's not all...", François added...

"What else?"

"...I went to see Jacques..."

"Yeah?"

"Well... He doesn't want to see me anymore..."

"Did he tell you why?"

"No! Just said he doesn't want to see me anymore, that's it!

"I'm so sorry François... Really! You didn't need that! Shit! That's not fair..."

"Oh... That's the way things are... What can I do? (...) You know... I've been through a lot recently, and I've decided I had to go on with my life, whatever people say or think. I don't give a damn!"

"Right"

"...At least, you've got Marie-Hélène... Your lucky!"

Ludwig burst out laughing, hearing that... Then, he said to his friend:

"Are you kidding? She's a slut! Do you think I don't know every guys in the village have fucked her? Hey... I have sex with her, but that's all! And that's the way she looks at it too... She doesn't expect anything from me, except a good fuck now and then..."

"(...) I know she's not a Saint...", François answered, grinning...

"Nop! Let's just say her portrait will never hang on a wall, at Notre-Dame... And neither will mine, for that matter..."

"...And don't expect to see mine hanging in there either...", François answered, laughing...

"Anyway... Today wasn't a very good day for you... And I want you to know I'm really sorry for you...", Ludwig finally said...

"Thanks, buddy..."

Eventually, they all went back to Paris, and on with their lives...

"Something else will happen", François said to himself... "Life is just too good right now..."

And he was right! When life is too good, something bad always happen! Followed by something good... Not always... But sometimes!