A Love Story with a Prisoner of War - 15. Turning Point

As Axel’s English progressed, our relationship began to get more psychological. It had been 7 months since Axel first learnt English, and he could now handle long and complicated conversations. At night, as we lay in bed side by side, we would sometimes chat about everything and nothing. He started to share a part of him with me and he would tell me stories about his childhood from time to time.

One of his stories that I remembered the most was that: When Axel was fifteen, girls in his class were madly infatuated with him. Every now and then, in Axel’s drawer, he would find boxes of chocolate or piles of love letters from his admirers. Axel’s popularity amongst the girls infuriated the boys. After much deliberation, the jealous boys decided to teach Axel ‘a lesson’ ––––

One day, Axel was walking dreamily along a crowded corridor when he suddenly bumped a girl’s shoulder. The girl’s name was Delana who was one of the countless worshipers of Axel. After apologizing to her, Axel walked on. At the very same moment when Axel left, one of the jealous boys, who had been watching from afar, came from behind to Delana and grabbed her butt. Delana, shocked by the unwelcomed grab, screamed. Hearing the deafening scream, Axel turned around to see what happened.

‘Who grabbed my butt?’ Delana demanded. (of course in German)

The corridor went silent.

Suddenly, the molester and five pathetic jealous boys shouted in unison, ‘Axel! I saw Axel grab your butt.’

The boys’ accusation left Axel speechless and all he could do was shake his head in disbelief.

Delana stared at Axel wordlessly, feet stuck to the ground.

Minutes passed and the jealous boys stood there waiting for their expected outcome. And finally, Delana broke the silence.

‘Thanks… Thanks for grabbing my butt, Axel. I…I… love…love… it. I love you Axel.’ Delana said sheepishly as she winked at Axel.

Axel, who didn’t see that coming, blushed furiously and shouted back, ‘I didn’t! I didn’t do that!’ He had hardly finished his sentence when he began to run away from the scene of crime.

After that ghastly moment, Axel ran back to his classroom and sobbed silently in his seat.

You know, it never rains but it pours – Suddenly, a boy in the classroom shouted, ‘Axel, is that a girlie magazine inside your drawer?’

Puzzled, Axel fished out a book from his drawer. On the book cover, a woman, who was wearing nothing but her skins, was sticking her finger into her own private. Axel, totally unprepared for a dog day, was riveted to the spot.

‘Look! Everyone! Axel’s brought a girlie magazine to school.’ One of the jealous boys shouted from the rooftops.

Silence and shock pervaded the entire classroom as everyone’s eyes fixed on Axel. When Axel decided to just walk out of the classroom, a girl named Karla stood up and said, ‘Axel, what kind of woman do you like? Let me see.’

Karla walked over to Axel and took the magazine out of his hand. She looked at it and said, ‘Which one do you like better? Me or her?’

Axel, frustrated from inside out, muttered under his breath, ‘You. But this magazine is not mine.’

Hearing Axel say she looked better than the cover girl, Karla was instantly sent to cloud nine and she shouted to the class, ‘I just know Axel would never read this kind of magazine. Do you girls agree?’

In response, all the girls in class nodded and said, ‘Of course. Axel is too good to read this.’

Karla then added, ‘no one would ever believe Axel would bring this to school. Felix, is this magazine yours?’ (Felix was one of the jealous boys. Axel believed that he was the one who put the magazine in his drawer because he was notorious for his salacious jokes.)

The whole class shifted the focus to Felix. Apart from Felix, the jealous boys in class just stood there in awe of Axel’s popularity, knowing they were all defeated in disgrace.

From then on, no boy had ever doubted Axel’s popularity or dared to ruin his reputation.

End of Axel’s story.

There was no doubt that Axel was drop dead gorgeous; however, I had never imagined that German girls were SO obsessive and SO protective of Axel. And of course, I had never imagined being handsome could turn your peers into jealous jerks.

Well, to all the German girls out there, especially Karla and Delana, I’m sorry – Axel is all mine now.

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Our relationship just grew stronger and stronger each day. What’s funny about love was that you would never get tired of one another. Even though Axel and I were always together, we never got enough from one another. Every time we made love, it felt like we were having sex for the very first time. Each hug, each kiss, each moan, each jerk, each climax, each ejaculation – they just got better and better. We had been madly in love with one another for 2 months, and at that time, it seemed to me that our love had a very promising future.

You might be wondering whether mum and Jake were sensing anything. Well, yes! Jake was always trying to get in between us two. Sometimes, when Axel and I were farming together, Jake would come over to join us which really annoyed me. I didn’t know why he kept on doing that, maybe I had spent all my time on Axel, and Jake was feeling neglected. I didn’t mean to neglect him, but when you have love, everything else doesn’t matter much.

And for mum, she’s being quite suspicious of us. As Axel and I would sleep together in either my room or his room, one of our beds would be left untouched in the morning. One morning when mum and I were alone, she asked me why my bed seemed like no one had slept on it. I always knew this kind of questions would come sooner or later, so I had formulated a list of lie which I thought were convincing.

‘Oh, I woke up very early this morning. So I made my bed.’ I said.

‘Don’t lie!’ Mum said firmly. ‘I saw you coming out from Axel’s room this morning. Tell me what happened!’

‘Oh…’ Axel and I had tried our very best to be careful, but you know there are always things that are out of our control. ‘Ok. Tell you the truth.’ I lied calmly. ‘Axel had been feeling very homesick lately. He always cried his eyes out at night. He asked if I could chat with him at night. I said yes. So I went to his room last night. We chatted till 2 or 3 in the morning. I was very tired, so I didn’t bother to go back to my room.’ What a perfect lie, I thought.

After the words sank in, mum seemed pretty convinced and content with my answer. She then patted me on the shoulder and said, ‘Take care of Axel. I understand he would miss home very badly. But…well… you two seemed very happy lately…It doesn’t seem to me that he was sad about being so far away from home.’

Mum, can you just drop this thing, I thought. It was lucky that I had an agile mind; otherwise, I would not be able to respond to her with another perfect lie.

‘You know, mum. People don’t always wear a long face to show the world they are unhappy. They hide their feeling deep inside their hearts. Axel pretends to be happy in front of you so that you will not worry about him.’ I said, trying to make her feel sorry.

‘Oh. Axel is such a good kid.’ Mum sighed. ‘Ok, Xavier, take good care of him. Be a good friend of him.’

‘I am and I always will be Axel’s good friend.’ I said, completely satisfied with the victory.

‘Good.’ Mum smiled warmly, marking an end of the conversation.

I didn’t want to lie to my mum. However, to conserve my relationship with Axel, lying was the only way to get Axel and I through. I really loved my mum, telling her the truth would give her a fatal heart attack, I’m sure.

Unfortunately, things didn’t always go on as planned. Some unforeseeable events are always bound to happen…

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Axel and I began anal sex after 5 months. I was the receiver and having my bottom cracked was as painful as hell for the first time. I managed not to make anything noise, but my mind was screaming like a mad man. Though it was indescribably painful, it only consummated our love.

One night, Axel’s full 7-inch cock was inserted deep inside of me. We were copulating in a seated position – a position that I liked the most because it allowed us to kiss and gaze into each other’s eyes at the same time. The excruciating pain and the sexual pleasure drove me fearfully crazy. And the feeling was so sublime that I couldn’t help myself moaning. I was sure that I didn’t make a loud noise but it sure did draw some unwanted attention.

Also, I was certain that I had locked the door before our lovemaking session. But for God knew what reason, the door was opened…