Date: Thu, 03 Mar 2005 14:40:25 +0100
From: aR Jey <arjey1965@hotmail.com>
Subject: Angel from the Ashes

Warning: This story contains elements of a sexual nature! (Gosh! I love this
sentence!) If you don't like this at all, I have to ask you if you really
know where you are right now! Anyway! This story tells of the developing
relationship between a man and a underaged boy! If you don't want to read
such a thing, please leave now! Also I have to tell you that this content is
considered to be against the law in most countries! So, if this worries you
in any way, you have to leave too! And last but not least: If you are under
the allowed age in your country, to read erotic fiction get the hell outta
here! (grin)

Anyone here now? I hope I didn't fright all away! This is my new story!
Maybe someone remembers my other stories! I welcome you aboard my happy
fantasies! I will tell the story from the sight of the man! It takes place
after the second worldwar, in Germany! So anything the boy says will be in
German! If you don't know what the little brat says, just remember: That's
exactly the same problem the man has, who's a G.I. trying to bring back
order into the chaos of aftermath! The whole story is fiction, so don't
bother to ask about the characters!



Gay Adult/Youth section (m/b)




                           Angel from the Ashes
                                by aR Jey


I remember it up to this day! It was the first winter after the Great War
and me and my comrades tried to help the defeated Germans to bring back
normality to their lives. I had seen nameless horrors in this war, but I
surely knew, even here were people, that were innocent of this crimes. Women
and children waiting for their husbands, daddies, sons or what else, just
like my people at home. I even had some simpathies with the people who's
only crime was to close their eyes, even when they knew what this psychos,
who led them did! I didn't knew if I have had the courage to do something
against them, if I had been living there!

The Russians had claimed a good part of the country for themselves to
control! CONTROL! Hah! All they wanted was revenge for their dead people!
But, I don't know if I was totally free of this feelings, after all I had
seen. Berlin, the capital of the country was separated into four sectors,
each controlled by one of the major states, that brought havoc to these
aggressors.

I was a sergeant of the U.S. army stationed in our part of town. I wandered
through the endless areas of broken stone and steel, that once was a proud
city! Sure, they were the ones that started it, but now this place looked
like any other city I came through in the war! Most Germans I encountered
were only soldiers fighting for their countrie... just like I did, I
suppose. They acted like puppets on a string for this Hitler-guy and his
minions. But as I said, I didn't know if I would have acted different from
them, if I had lived here! Would I fight, if our leaders send us to other
countries to fight against unknown people, just because they think different
from us? ( I would one and two decades from then on in two different asian
states!)

By the way: My name is Sgt. Alan Foster, United States Army. After the war I
was 21 years old, but I surely felt a hundred years older. Night after night
I awoke with the pictures of all the dead people, I had seen, in my mind.
"Hallo du! Soldat! Hast du vielleicht was zu essen für mich?" I snapped out
of my heavy thoughts! Before me stood a little boy, maybe 10 or 9 years old!
His clothing was worn and his whole body was crusted with dirt. "What?" I
said confused. "Essen! Hast du was?" The boy gestured around and I finally
understood! This kid was starving. I kneeled down to him and looked into his
eyes! "What are you doing out here, boy? It's dangerous in the ruin-fields!
Where do you live?" The little boy looked at me quizzically, so I decided to
search my mind for the small amount of German I already learned. "Wo
wohnen?" I felt like a silly kid, as I spoke this words. The kid grinned
amused and pointed at one of the ruined buildings. "But that's a ruin!
Aaargh! What's the word? Kaputt... it is alles kaputt!" The little one
nodded eagerly. "Where are your parents? Wo...Eltern?" I asked him. "Tot!"
Now, that was a word I knew all too well! Actually it was one of the first
words I learned here! This boy had been orphaned in the war, like many other
ones. But he stood there like a son telling his daddy, he just scraped his
knees. No sorrow, no tears could be seen in his innocent, angelic face.
Maybe, after all he had been going through, he lost all his tears. "What's
your name?Eeeh... Wie heißt du?" His face lightened up a little. "Ich bin
Albert! Und du?" he answered ponting at me. "Alan! My name is Alan! Okay,
Albert how old are you? Wie alt?" "Ich bin zehn!" he said proudly, showing
me all his dirty fingers. "You wanna come with me to get something to eat
and maybe get all that dirt off you?" I said to him. He again looked at me
confused, so I just stood up and held out my hand to him. He looked at me
mischieviously, but nontheless put his little hand in mine. I led him
through the ruins to our barracks.

As I arrived I managed to get to our troops room without being seen. The
other members of my group were simple men, just like me. And like me they
couldn't stand a suffering child. Private Dawson was the one of us that
could speak German best, so he translated for the little guy. Nearly all of
the team gave him part of their rations, so after half an hour the kid was
quiet fed up. "Erbarmen! Ich kann nicht mehr!" he squealed. Dawson
translated to us the little guy asked for mercy and we broke out laughing.
"What's going on here!" we suddenly heard the voice of Lt Atkins shout. We
shot up and instantly got up to a respectable position. Albert looked at the
big guy frightened! "Who's this little dirtbag and what's he supposed to do
here!" I stepped forward. "Sir this is Albert, a 10year old orphan I found
in the ruins. He seemed to be starving, so I decided to bring him here to
get him something to eat, sir!" I bellowed.
"Sgt Foster! Do you have any idea how many orphans are out there? We can't
fed them all up!" Atkins said sternly. "With utter respect, sir! The other
orphans didn't ask me for something to eat! He DID!" I replied meeting his
gaze. He grinned lightly as he said: "So, it's a proud little warrior, isn't
it? Ok, guys! Take care of him until the authorities decide what to do with
him! We surely will find a nice place for the rascal to grow up at!" he
said. "Sir! I thought about the possibility to adopt him myself!" I heard
someone say. I couldn't believe it! It was my own voice! What had I gotten
myself into? "Foster! Do you know what you're saying? Do you the slightest
idea, what responsibilities this feat brings?" Atkins said. "I'm not sure,
sir! But I sure wanna try it!" I replied. "Ok, Foster! I try my best to help
you then! But don't be too sure! Maybe it isn't possible!" he said. "Yes
sir! Thank you sir! I will do my best, not to disappoint you, sir!" I
bellowed again. "Don't you always do?" he asked grinning broadly now. Then
he left the room.


Albert was sitting under our table, shaking from fear. I lured him out of
his hideout and took him up into my arms! He looked at me with a mixture of
fear and curiousity in his eyes. "Seems like we are stuck together now,
little guy! I will take care of you for a while!" He looked at me confused.
Dawson stepped up to us. "Er hat dich am Hals, Kleiner! Er hat dem Boss
gesagt er kümmert sich um dich!" Albert grinned at me and threw his arms
around me."Danke Alan! Ich hab dich gern!" he said. I looked at Dawson with
a helpless expression and he said: " He seems to like you, Sergeant!" I
tossled the little guys hair. "So, maybe it's time now to look, who's under
all this dirt! How about a shower, Albert?" Again came this sweet gaze.
"Dusche?" I asked unsure. "Ah! Ok, wenn du willst!" I took this as
affirmation and carried him over to our shower-room. There I put him down.
He again looked at me unsure what to do. "Was soll ich machen? Wir hatten
nur eine Wanne!" Dawson again helped me out."Seems, he only had a tub, back
home! He isn't used to shower!" "Ok, Albert! First you have to undress!
...Ausziehen!" He looked at me blushing. "Aber, die gucken doch alle!"
Dawson translated again. "He's ashamed to strip before us!" he said
grinning. I too looked around and Albert was right! The majority of our
troop stood around staring at him. "Hey guys! Don't you have something
better to do, than looking at small naked boys?" I bellowed grinning. The
men reacted instantly, ushered out of the room and closed the door.


I again looked at Albert. "Ok now?" I asked. "Ja ok, aber du mußt mir
helfen! Ich schaff das nicht allein!" Surprisingly I instantly knew what he
said. He needed my assistance. Now it was my time for blushing and as he
noticed it he rewarded me with the sweetest little-boy-smile I ever
encountered. "Ist nicht so schlimm! Dich mag ich ja!" he said and began to
undress. I smiled back at him unsure. Awkwardly I took up his dirty clothes,
trying to avoid staring at the naked boy before me. I walked to the door,
opened it and gave the clothing to Dawson. "Try to clean this up and get me
a towel and soap!" He obeyed instantly. Now I was alone with the little guy
again. "Willst du dich nicht auch ausziehen? Du wirst ja ganz naß!" the
little tyke said smirking, pointing at my clothes. As I undressed before the
curious looking boy, I assumed my face to have the color of fresh cooked
lobster. I stepped up to him and started the shower. I lathered up the soap
and began to clean him up. He helped me as good as he could. As I lathered
up his bottom I heard him moan softly. "Hmmmm! Das fühlt sich gut an!" he
whispered. He looked back at me with his shining blue eyes and something in
me gave way. I leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss on his forehead.
"Happy you like it! Come outta here now, before we gotta drown!" I stopped
the waterflow and got the towel from the nearby bench.

I softly started to dry the little guy. Soon I finished his backside and
turned him around. He looked down at the floor and blushed sweetly. I
instantly saw the cause for this reaction, for he sported a nice 4" boner.
"Hey champ! Nothing to be embaressed about! That happens to boys if they
feel good! I have an erection myself!" I said pointing at my hard 8" cock.
He looked at it and without hesitation grabbed for it. A jolt of electricity
seemed to drive through my whole body and I sighed pleasured. I couldn't
help myself. I was like butter in his hands. He looked up at me smiling and
asked: "Ok?" I nodded at him then I took him up and carried him to the
bench. There he instantly grabbed my cock again and started to play with it.
I took his little hand and showed him how to jerk me off and he seemed to be
a quick learner! Soon I felt my juices built up and suddenly my cock erupted
coating our bodies with my sperm. "Wow!" he muttered. I smiled down at him
and he looked up at me proud. "Gut?" he asked. "Very good sweetheart! But
you have to know, you don't have to this! Du... mußt nicht... maken so was!"
I replied."Ist schon ok! Das hat Spaß gemacht! Machst du das auch bei mir?"
he said pointing at his own sweet boner. Only fair I thought and carefully
took his dick between two fingers and the thumb and began to jerk him off
too. It didn't took him long to go through his first dry orgasm and he
squealed pleasured as it happened. I was a little afraid, that the troop
would hear it, but instantly knew what to say: Little boys under the shower
seem to squeal around often. So I just had to tell them that we just hosed
around. I managed to wash away the sperm from our bodies wrapped the towel
around him and left the shower with him.

Aside from my duties, me and Albert learned enough of the others language to
get along well. Private Dawson was a great help in that. Lt.Atkins worked
wonders meanwhile, for he managed to get the adoption papers for me. Happily
I signed them, accepting Albert as my son. The following spring my
assignment ended and me and Albert could travel to my home. Albert showed
little sorrow. There wasn't much he left behind. I managed to get a job at
the local police-force and got a nice flat for us two. I enrolled him into a
school that seemed to be capable to handle his language problems and he soon
showed what a bright kid he was. His mind seamt to suck up every bit of
knowledge they threw at him. I was utterly proud of him! One evening we sat
together listening to some music at home. "Daddy?" he said with his sweet
German accent. "Yes Albert?" I said proudly. It was the first time he called
me daddy. "Do you remember what we did at the showers, back in Germany?"
"Sure I remember! How could I ever forget that?" I replied. "Eeehm... would
you mind doing it again? It was real fun!" he said. I looked into his eyes.
"Are you sure you want this?" I asked him. "Yes daddy! Please do it. It felt
good!"


His magic worked again! I took him up and carried him to the bedroom. I laid
him down on the bed and started to tickle him. He squirmed around laughing,
trying to escape my fierce attacks. "Gnade! Gnade! Ich ergebe mich!" he
squealed, falling back into his old language. But I didn't plan to accept
his surrender. Instead I changed my tickling motions into carefull strokings
all over his body. His laughing stopped and his whole body seamt to relax. I
now began to undress him slowly, while he looked at me with shining eyes.
Soon he lay before me stark naked. His sweet pecker was already hard as a
bone and waiting for my attention. I couldn't resist. I leaned down and
started to suck him. "Ooooh! Was machst du? Das ist schön!" he muttered
dreamily. I bopped up and down his small shaft and in no time he went
through his little-boy-orgasm. He lied there smiling at me, still breathing
hard. "Daddy?" he suddenly asked. "Yes sweetheart?" "Ich weiß nicht wie man
das sagt! Würdest du deinen Puller in mein Loch stecken?" I didn't
understand him, so he got back into sign-language. He first pointed at my
crotch and then at his butt. "You want me to stick my cock into your butt?"
I asked shocked. "Yes daddy! Did not know how its name is. In school we
don't learn it!" I was a little relieved to hear that. "Are you sure? I
think it hurts like hell the first time!" I said unsure. "Yes! Please daddy!
I want try this! I'm a strong boy! I take it!" My proud little warrior. He
laid there with a look of determination in his eyes, asking me to take his
cherry.


Somehow I knew, by the look in his eyes, if I wouldn't do it, he would try
it elsewhere! "Ok!" I said. I stood up and got some crisco from the kitchen
to lube him up. Then I undressed myself and sat down on the bed before him.
I lifted his legs up to his chest and coated his sweet little pucker with
the lubricant. He smiled broadly at me all the time! I inserted first one,
then two fingers in his butt spreading it there. He sighed a little, but
never said anything. He sure didn't want me to stop, so he wouldn't admit
that it hurts. I had to be really carefull with him. Now I coated my cock
too and then positioned myself over him. "Ready?" I asked. He nodded
eagerly. So I started to press my cockhead ever so slowly past his
sphinctre. Suddenly it gave way and my glans slided into him. I heard an
"Ungh!" from him and looked up. He gritted his teeth, but still tried to
smile. "Ok?" I asked again, ready to stop any minute. He nodded again,
although a little weaker than before. So I continued to slide my cock into
his hot chute very carefully, trying to react at any sign of discomfort from
him. There came none! Just the reverse! He seamt to like it more and more.
As I noticed, that he started to hump his little ass against me, I couldn't
hold back any longer and started to fuck him in earnest. It didn't take
long, because he was so tight and soon I shot my seed into his bowels,
accompanied by another one of his dry orgasms. After that we fell asleep
exhausted.


We never did anything like that again after that! Maybe his boyish
curiousity was sated. Albert grew up to a respectable man, always trying to
make me proud! He fell in Vietnam 1967. Fighting in a land he didn't knew,
for a country he wasn't born in. Maybe he thought it would make me proud,
when he fights for my country. I trained young soldiers at this time, that
needed to be sent there as refreshments. As I got the message I couldn't
continue to send all these young men there. I resigned from the army and
went back home. Albert had a wife and three little sons. I tried my best to
comfort them after the loss. Somehow I managed to get along. Whenever I was
loosing hope, I remembered Albert's face, standing before me in the ruins.
His shining eyes lighted up my life and saved my soul, that was nearly
shattered in the war. He wasn't lost! Every new generation of his kids,
seamt to have something from him.
But even now I see him before me, like it was yesterday: My angel from the
ashes!


                          The End


(Sob) Dramatic ending, isn't it? But somehow it seamed to fit! Hope some of
you liked the story, although I know most people like happy-ends. If you
want to send me any comments you can do so at arjey1965@hotmail.com. It took
long for me to finish this story. I got a bad case of writers-block, as well
as some financial problems, hindering me to go to internet-cafes, where I
normally send my stories from. Here is a list of my other stories at nifty
already posted:

Kind of Curious (Gay Adult/Youth)
Little Runaway 1-4 (Gay Adult/Youth)
Learning How To Fly (Bisexual/Incest)
Enchanted (Gay Historical)
Soul-Mates 1 & 2 (Gay Young Friends)

I would be honored if you read them too! As I always do I have to mention
that I'm an average German guy! So it would be nice of you to ignore the
grammatical errors, that are surely in the text. I'm working on some other
stories right now and hope I will finish them soon!

			 Best wishes from Germany!

				  aR Jey