When Michael woke up the next morning, the first thing he realised was he never got a chance to look at the blueprints, which was the whole reason he put himself and his parents at risk of being caught. The second thing he noticed was the aching in his pants from the night before which only continued to worsen when he saw the position he and Fritz were in. The boys were clinging to one another, bodies entangled and dicks pressed firmly against each other's leg in an unconscious attempt to be closer. Michael stared at the sleeping face of his friend for a few seconds before gently pressing his lips on his forehead and making his way to the bathroom.
He hoped Fritz hadn't been awake enough to feel his little... problem... before he'd gotten a chance to get rid of it. He'd never been like this before and didn't quite know what to do with the strange stiffness in his lower region. All he knew was that it felt good when he rubbed against Fritz's leg, so he tried gently palming himself through his pants. He let out an involuntary moan and quickly slapped his free hand over his mouth to muffle the sound in a feeble attempt to hide what he was doing from his friend who was in the room connected to the one he was currently in.
Fritz sat blushing profusely while listening to the occasional sounds escaping from the bathroom when he remembered the soft kiss that was placed on his forehead just moments earlier and started to connect the dots. Does Michael like me too? Did the cuddling turn him on? I mean I don't blame him, I'm hard too. Although I do need to get rid of this before he gets back. Maybe if I just- Fritz thought as he started to massage himself. He imagined what Michael was doing in the other room as he too began to moan quietly.
Once he finished, he rushed into the hallway and to the other bathroom and washed his hands off in shame. "Fritz? Where'd you go?" Michael called. He walked to the door where he heard water running and knocked. "Fritz? Is that you?" "Yeah I'll be out in a minute!" he replied, hoping the other boy would walk away so he didn't have to embarass himself. He sighed in relief when he heard footsteps heading back to his bedroom and carefully opened the door just a crack to make sure no one was there. He made his way out of the bathroom and over to his room, hoping Michael didn't hear anything earlier.
He opened the door to see his friend standing in the middle of the room holding his spare clothing against his bare chest. Both boys blushed a bright red and turned away, Fritz turning a little slower than the other. "Hi." Michael said awkwardly.
"Hey. So when did your ma want you to be back? Around noon right?"
"Yeah. I think it's 11:30 now so I should probably head out." Fritz turned and begged Michael to stay with his eyes but said nothing. He knew they couldn't always be by each other's side but that didn't make him want it any less.
"Okay, have a safe trip back." Fritz said as Michael started to walk out the door. He stopped abruptly and ran back toward where Fritz stood looking like he was about to cry. "Bye Fritz. And thanks for the cuddles last night." he said, hugging his misty-eyed friend. The last thing he saw as he walked out was Fritz's blushing face, mouth open in surprise.
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Projekt 7-1-25
Historical FictionMichael and Fritz are two boys living in Nazi Germany as part of the Hitler Youth. Michael is a spy for the Irish embassy and Fritz is an aspiring SRD member whose father has the plans for Projekt 1065, something that could be a major advantage to t...