Battle of the Rhine

The next day, Michael woke up with a damp crust stuck to his body.He was slightly dizzy and nauseous, hangover hangover.As he frantically washed his face, Oliver walked by yawning and asked, "What did you do yesterday?"

Michael squeezed foam on his face, mumbled in his mouth, "It's nothing."

"Nonsense, Mike, I saw you calling that blond out into the woods."

"I beat him up."

Oliver said, "That's fine." Taking prisoners is nothing new. He picked up his pockets and yawned one after another. "So are you feeling better now?"

"much better."

"Then you should beat him twice more."

After "Little German" left, Michael was silent for a few minutes facing the washbasin.This side should be scraped first, he thought, no, the left side should be scraped first... the neck first would work too... either way is wrong.After a sloppy shave, Michael brooded over his own foaming shadow in the basin—he should be regretting and self-loathing, not cheerfully smug.He stared at the distorted shadow, and the short-lived pleasure disappeared. When he stood up again, the damp shell reappeared, wrapping him tightly.

Michael doesn't know enough about the Bible to officiate Tim's funeral.The army had chaplains accompanying it, and amid murmured chants Michael thought of the punishment for adultery. "The works of the flesh are obvious. Fornication, filth, debauchery... envy, drunkenness, orgies, etc. I told you before, and I tell you now, that those who practice such things will not inherit God country."

He will be cast out of the kingdom of God, thrown into hell, baked in flames like a North Atlantic salmon sprinkled with salt.God is always omnipotent, the "Bible" is the truth, this is the rule in the small town.However, as a child, Mary asked in Sunday school, "Why is a woman a man's rib?"

The aging priest's lisp cannot convince Mary.Michael saw the brave girl raising her hand. It was so strange. He could recall Mary's face when she was a child, and even the dust flying in the sun that day, but he couldn't remember Mary's face now.This is easy to explain, because lust bewitched his mind, and filth stained his mind and heart.He tried to rape a man under the watchful eye of God,

Michael hadn't been keen on "doing that," and before last night he'd thought he was a good Puritan.The other boys were chasing the girl's age, so he asked Mary out to watch a movie in the city.John Hunter told him mysteriously that the movie theater is a good place, and you can do whatever you want in the dark.Michael sat in the dark and finished watching the film in an orderly manner. Blue Bridge is a great movie, and Mary cried while watching it.Michael handed her the paper, sobbing in her ears.After the movie, Mary asked him, "If I were Roy, would you marry me?"

"Marry." Michael saw a tall boy holding a large portion of popcorn, and regretted that he didn't buy a popcorn and Coke just now.It's hard for a mean man to marry a decent wife, even old Michael said so. "Do you eat popcorn?"

Mary doesn't eat popcorn.They walked around town and ate burgers, and Michael finally bought Mary a Coke.This was their only official date before their marriage.John asked Michael if he had kissed Mary, and when the answer was no, he poked Michael in the chest with his arm and called him a "dumbo".

Just like that, they got married without even kissing.They kissed each other at the wedding, and that's what touching lips feels like.Mary wasn't interested in "doing that" either.Without the passion of newlyweds, they quickly entered a peaceful married life.Of course, they did it a few times, and Mary thought Michael looked so silly shirtless, and laughed as he lay on the pillow.Michael laughed too, really stupid as hell.Later they slept in only one bed, and occasionally, when the weather was too hot, he slept on a chaise longue under the eaves.Mrs. Michel, the neighbor, said that Michael's lazy look was "like a second old Mike".

Now, however, Michael's heart was about to pop out of his chest with excitement.As night fell, he was driven by lust and searched along the trench.The prisoners of war were all numbered and their positions were fixed.Karl Doenitz signed the order of surrender, and in addition to the Far East, hundreds of millions of victors in Europe and the United States are celebrating.Except prisoners of war.

Michael easily found Quincy, the other Cal.He hunched his shoulders, listless.Upon spotting Michael, Quincy crouched back, trying to get behind another captive.The struggle was useless, and he was dragged out and taken to the woods.The moonlight was weak, and Michael's heart beat faster and faster, boom, boom, boom——

He didn't drink, but he felt slightly drunk, and his cheeks were hot.Silencing Quincy was as easy as putting a gun to his head.He did not move, kneeling on the pine needles and fallen leaves.Michael picked him up and tied him with a rope to a tree.The German got a cloth belt from somewhere and tied it around his waist.Michael touched his waist, put his hand into his pants, and pinched the half of his buttocks hard.Then he heard Quincy speak, in English, his voice trembling.

"I'm not a woman."

"Of course you're not," Michael said, undoing the suspenders of those annoying trousers.He should get Quincy a new pair of trousers, the elastic ones that were easy to take off.Buttocks and thighs were exposed, and he felt them up, Quincy's chest rose and fell violently, making his ribs seem even more prominent.The guy must not have eaten properly in over a year, Michael unbuttoned his pants and in just a few minutes he had a full erection.

Quincy's tense body trembled slightly, her cheeks were wet and cold.Michael then hugged him, squeezing his hard cock into the gap between his legs.As he twitched, Quincy began to mutter something to himself—surely not German, Michael could tell.He gently kissed Quincy's ear with his lips, and the body in his arms trembled even more violently.

"Are you cold?" Michael asked, the damp shell that had surrounded him all day was quickly dried by the clinging body temperature, making him forget about Tim's funeral, and forget that he was still in Europe, thousands of miles away from home, " ... If you are obedient, I will find you a new dress."

Quincy ignored him and continued mumbling something in an unfamiliar language.Michael wanted to kiss him on the cheek, and when he "did that," there had to be some kind of endearment.But Quincy turned his head away, the only movement he had left to resist.

Michael didn't force it, he finished his work in that mantra-like chanting, and shot his cum into Quincy's thigh.Wonderful night...he came back to life a little bit because of it.