Winter in Stalingrad

When the door of the political commissar's office was opened again, Bach was a little surprised to see that the person who came was not Victor but Gennasi.But this clever German quickly understood the political commissar's intentions.The boy got along with him all day and night without any conflicts. Compared with other Soviets who had a strong hatred for the Germans, it was obviously safe for him to guard himself.

But Bach would like to say: not safe at all!

The boy looked happy and expectant, and it was obvious what he planned to do.

Sure enough, before Bach could react, Gennasi locked the door and walked over, then pulled Bach's collar.He leaned his lips closer without saying hello.

Bach was so tall that the teenager had to put his feet up to kiss him.

Looking at Gennasi's long eyelashes and fair skin, Bach had the illusion that he was kissing a beautiful woman for a moment. This child is really beautiful. The corners of his upturned mouth are cute and sexy. If it weren't for the smell of alcohol, Maybe it will be prettier.

"You haven't showered for a few days, it stinks."

When Gennazi finally let go of him, Bach said bluntly.

The boy's face turned pale all of a sudden, his mouth was full of embarrassment and unhappiness.

He immediately found the kettle and washbasin of the political commissar, and took them out bluntly for his own use.

"I guess Victor won't allow you to use his stuff without authorization." Bach laughed.

"Don't tell him!" Gennaxi blinked mischievously, and then mentioned the food he brought:

"I brought you dinner, let's eat first, and I'll wash up after we're done."

Bach has long been hungry, and this season is really hungry too fast.

The two of them ate up the pitiful ration in less than 3 minutes. After the meal, Gennasi fetched water to clean himself.

He took off his dusty military uniform, revealing his white and slender body that was unique to teenagers under the thick cotton coat.

This was the first time Bach saw Gennasi naked. It was funny to say that the two of them did everything they should and should not have done last night, but they still haven't had a good look at each other's bodies.

The child was thin and unhealthy, and he could see rows of ribs, but his shoulders and upper arms were more muscular, making his shoulders broad and his waist thin.The light brown hair is a little greasy on the face because it hasn't been washed for a long time.

On the boy's chest, hung a pendant.

Bach touched the exquisite jewelry curiously, the small metal was warmed by Gennasi's body temperature.

After obtaining the consent of the boy with his eyes, the German carefully opened the pendant.This is a small portable metal photo frame, and the photos of two women are lying in two oval pieces of metal on the left and right.

The black-and-white photos don't show much color, but the two women in the photos look somewhat similar to Gennasi, especially the young woman on the right.

"My mom, she took it before she got married." Gennasi pointed to the photo of the older woman, and then to the other little girl:

"My sister Dunisa."

"They are all beautiful." Bach praised sincerely.

"Thank you." The boy smiled softly. It was the first time for the Germans to see his facial features softened like this, as if seeing an angel smiling.

"They are the most important women in my life," Gennasi said.

Bach understands, he understands this feeling, and he also has relatives who make him worry about it.

He put the pendant away again, and put it into Gennasi's cold hands.

Stalingrad was still a little cold after nightfall, and there was no heating facility in the room, but there was a quilt and a rickety sofa.

The Soviet boy was shivering from the cold, and Bach gently put the quilt on Gennasi's body.

They sat on the sofa in a tacit understanding, Bach began to take off his shirt, and Gennasi helped him untie his trouser belt.

The young man vaguely felt that they were moving too fast, as if they had skipped some very important steps.It was nothing like what he had fantasized about a day earlier as an innocent little boy, but he had never imagined then that he would do such a thing with a German man.

After a while, Bach also took off his clothes.

They faced each other naked, but a little embarrassed.

Gennasi couldn't help laughing, leaned his forehead against Bach's forehead, and rubbed his pen tip against Bach affectionately.

"I did it once yesterday, but I just feel a little... nervous." The boy said truthfully.

"I admit, our progress is faster than usual." Bach kissed him, while gently caressing the boy's dry skin, Gennasi imitated his technique, and he was learning how to Have a cozy lovemaking.

The Soviet soldiers were very concerned about their roughness last night, and even had some psychological shadows.Because of this, he was convinced that Bach would mind too.It's very rare for him to accept having sex with him, and he can no longer feel a little anxious, and must perform well.

The taste in Gennasi's mouth was terrible, and he was worried that Bach would dislike him, so he let him go after only a short kiss.Being so cautious made the Germans a little impatient.Bach reached out to grab Gennasi's stamina, and pulled him to lie on the sofa.

The tongues were entangled again, and Gennasi couldn't hide if he wanted to.Bach's initiative brought him a pleasant surprise, causing a certain part of the young man to stand upright all of a sudden.His knee was right between Bach's legs, too, and that part of the German was incredibly hot, too.

It's really exhausting to be patient in this situation.

The Soviet lifts the German's foot on his shoulders and holds his base with one hand.

"Oh!" Bach exclaimed, then gritted his teeth and suppressed his voice.He didn't dare to call out, they were in the Soviet camp, and he could hear the slight squeak of military boots stepping on the wooden boards outside the door, which meant that if their voices were too loud, people passing by outside would inevitably notice this room what happened.

Gennasi raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.Of course he knew what Bach was worrying about, but damn it, it was great that he suppressed his expression like this.The young man bent down and looked straight at the delicate and somewhat serious face of the man who was almost ten years older than himself. It was as clear as a sculpture.

The boy opened his mouth, stuck out his light red tongue, and licked Bach with a "swoosh."

"Ah... the latter had to put his hands over his mouth to cover his voice.

Gennasi knew right away that he was doing the right thing, and he opened his mouth wide to enclose the cock in his hand, being careful not to catch it with his teeth.He began bobbing up and down, sucking rhythmically, allowing the walls of his mouth to completely enclose it.The boy's hair brushed Bach's abdominal muscles from time to time, and the man arched his body impatiently, his buttocks had completely left the sofa.

Although Bach covered his mouth, the pleasant and erotic moan still leaked from his fingers.Those deep and suppressed gasps reached the Soviet boy's ears, making him unable to help but work harder to serve the man under him.

The German man had reached his limit, and what remained of his sanity told him that he was about to smudge the kid's face.He had to keep one hand free, trying to push away the teenager who was sucking him.

"Get out of the way! You idiot!!"

Bach desperately suppressed his throat and let out a low growl, but he was still one step too late after all, Gennasi didn't let him go, the boy closed his eyes and coughed sadly, but he still swallowed the hot liquid in his mouth.

The German came up so much that the teen didn't have time to get all of it, a large amount of white cum leaked from his mouth and dripped down the curve of his jaw onto both of them, and Gennasi handed Go pick up on the arm.The boy lowered his head again, closed his eyes and licked his wrist and fingertips to clean up the remaining semen.

"Gennaci!" Bach, who had reacted, quickly stopped him: "You don't have to do this."

The latter shook his head, trying to swallow all the liquid in his mouth, and then rested his head on Bach's chest, as if he was embarrassed to raise his head to face him.

"I'm afraid of dirtying Victor's sofa, what if he finds out."

The child! !

Bach suddenly lost his temper, and the elderly himself was blushed by him.

How could this brat be so straightforward?How can it be so erotic?

The German ducked his head, lifted Gennasi's chin, and kissed him.There was a strong fishy smell in the boy's mouth, and of course Bach knew it was his own smell.He had already achieved a round of liberation, but Gennasi hadn't, and he could feel the boy on top of him suppressing his desire in some pain.

Bach lay down on the short hair, opened his legs actively, and seduced the boy whose body was smaller than his own:

"come in."

Gennasi had also endured to the limit, with a trace of worry and expectation, he held his cock and tried to put it in.

Bach immediately gasped in pain, frowned, and grabbed his arm at once.

He used too much strength, and the boy's arms were pinched with blood marks.Gennasi was so frightened that he stopped there, not daring to push any further.

"Does it hurt, Bach?" He was almost ready to back out.

But this time it was the turn of the Germans not to let him go.

"Call me Felix..." Bach panted heavily, and said with difficulty, while grabbing the boy's arm without giving him any room to back out.

"Huh?" Gennasi was puzzled, his voice trembling.

"It's about this time, it's too disappointing to call me by my last name, you should call me by my first name."

Of course Bach would have minded, for Germans, names are only used among very close friends or family.

The boy was a little stunned, he didn't understand these rules of the Germans, but the opportunity was rare, he didn't mind giving it a try.Gennasi recited it silently in a low voice, and then said the name that was not easy to pronounce with some embarrassment.

"Felix." As soon as he called out, Gennasi found himself imitating Bach's accent, calling it a little strangely.

"Hmph one by one" Bach held back a laugh, but was immediately forced by the pain in his lower body into a weird grinning expression.

"Or I'd better quit, Mr. Bach." Gennaxi said weakly, he really felt sorry for this man, so that he didn't notice that he changed his address back and added an honorific title.

"Call the name!" Bach ordered.

"Felix!" The Soviet soldier replied reflexively.

"That's right." The German patted his face unceremoniously, enduring the pain, and tried to make his voice sound gentle: "Listen, Gennasi, I can bear this pain, you You can move slower, but don't say anything you can't do anymore, understand?"

The Soviet boy bit his lip, his lower body was still inside Bach's body, only a small part went in.

He had been terrified, and like any child who has done something wrong, there was something deep inside him that reminded him that he would not be forgiven.

When Bach repeatedly insisted on calling him by his name, Gennasi suddenly understood his intention.

He realized that he was regarded as a kind of relative by him.

The boy felt his nose a little sour, and he quickly wiped away his tears.Then he pulled up Bach's legs without hesitation, adopting that irresistible gesture.

"I'm going in, Felix."

Bach once again felt the pain of being torn apart. When the pain was unbearable, he had to bite his wrist to avoid shouting.

Gennasi really did as he said, bit by bit, slowly entered his body, without any intention of retreating, until it completely entered the depths.

Bach didn't bleed, nor did he last time, he just felt oppressed and painful.

"Are you okay, Felix?" Gennasi asked in his ear, and Bach trembled slightly with his greasy breath.The Soviet teenager knew that the hardest part was over.He reached out, took Bach's cock lightly, and comforted him with his hand awkwardly.

"Would this be better?" He asked, while carefully withdrawing a little bit, and then straightened up again.

"Hmm!" Bach covered his mouth and let out a comfortable snort.

Gennasi knew that he still cared about who would hear the voice, so he opened his hands and pressed them on his two ears respectively, then the boy bent down and used his mouth to help him suppress the voice.

The Soviet man began to swing his waist slowly. At the beginning, he always only backed out a little, and then slammed in with a little force. Almost every time you could see Bach's eyes lost his eyes when he was poked somewhere.As the cock under his hand became larger and more erect, the boy knew that the initial pain had passed.

Gennasi began to let himself go, unleashing all his strength to rampage through his body.

Bach's body began to be dominated by pleasure. He really wanted to remind Gennasi to slow down, but he was afraid that his voice would become uncontrollable when he opened his mouth. A wave of heat eroded his brain, and his abdomen touched Gennasi's forehead from time to time. The falling sweat stimulated his muscles to contract continuously.

He knew he was reaching his limit, just as he knew Gennasi, already struggling to keep his voice down, was about to climax.

"Don't... shout!" Bach struggled to say the word through his teeth, God knows he had to quickly switch from German to Russian in his head before saying a word.

"No!" Gennasi's tone was out of control: "I've already...!"

He couldn't go on, if he didn't bite his lower lip, the sound of Gennasi's shout would wake up the entire barracks.

Bach culminates in love, following his final heavy thrusts.

The two held back their voices until the aftertaste slowly ended.