Date: Tue, 15 May 2007 14:21:33 -0400 (EDT)
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Rip Folder: Around the World 7 Dresden

Around the World 7 Dresden

Copyright 2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without
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Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and
male minors. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your
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The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any
resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is
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you.

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On All Saints Day, the saints from Minnesota crossed over into Germany on
their amazing adventure.

Juan was sitting naked in the back seat next to his brother on a souvenir
towel printed with tulips and windmills. "Malcolm, what's the age of
consent in this country."

Malcolm quickly glanced over to Maria and just as he suspected she wore
that Mona Lisa smile. What secret was she hiding? "Here, it's 14, Juan."

"Wow, that's the youngest so far."

"That's right. If we lived in Germany, you'd only have to wait three more
years for me to fuck you." Everyone in the car laughed.

"It's stupid," said Pepito, who was hugging Oso with one arm and wanking
his six-year old dick with the other. "Us boys is gonna fug whenever and
whoever we fuggin want to and nobody is gonna fuggin stop us." The car
erupted in laughter.

"Now, my Pepito sounds like the Señors in Hyde Park."

"Don't worry, Pepito. Regardless of what the law says, more men then ever
are falling in love with young boys, here in Germany just like everywhere
else."

"Why did we gotta leave the hotel so early, Malgum? I didn't get a chance
to sug your gog this morning."

"I promise you can suck me tomorrow, Pepito. But it's a long drive today
and I'm hoping to get to Dresden before it gets dark. The manager of the
hotel said it was 631 kilometers. Juan, how far is that?"

"Oh, shit, arithmetic class. Hehe." Juan grabbed a pencil and his
notebook. "That's 392 miles, Teacher."

"Very good. People sure drive fast here. I'm going 75 and everyone is
passing me. I would feel a lot safer if I could stick to about 55, but I
think I'd cause an accident!"

"You are a good driver, Señor Malcolm. I feel very safe riding with
you."

"Thank you, Maria. So, Juan, how long will it take us?"

"Shit, long division," Juan complained, like all boys his age, but of
course, he loved doing math. "Shit, that's over 5 hours."

"Are you sure, Juan?"

"I did it two ways." The kid who just called arithmetic shit, was not
above a little showing off. "First I divided 392 miles by 75. And that
seemed too long. So then I changed 75 to kilometers, that's 121. And I
divided 631 by 121 and both times I got 5 hours and um, about thirteen
minutes."

"My little Señor Einstein," Maria beamed.

"Well, plus we have to add time out for lunch, and stopping to buy gas."

"Or just to look at the beautiful scenery, Señor."

"Or to go peepee!"

"That's right, Pepito. So Juan, you better add a couple hours to your
answer.

"Or to go peepee!" Pepito repeated.

"Yes, we heard you. Juan is going to . . . Oh, you mean now, don't you?"
In his mirror, Malcolm saw Pepito nodding his head anxiously. He pulled
into the roadside parking strip and Pepito jumped out of the car and
watered the plants.

"Señor, what will these people think of me? Letting my children go butt
naked like, like . . ."

"Like Cherubs, Maria."

.oOo.

With three stops for meals, one more for gas, two more to ask directions,
and four more for piss breaks, (even with no stops for scenic overlooks
or for fucking around), it was well past dark when they arrived at
Bruce's house, but they could see he had a large home on the outskirts of
the city, surrounded by spacious rolling lawns and woods.

"Hereinkommen! Come in! Come in! Oh my, what beautiful boys. Lieblich
jungen! I'm so glad you made it. My lieblichen Waisenjungen have been
looking forward to meeting their new friends."

"Señor Bruce. We're sorry we're so late. Please, can you tell us where
the nearest hotel is, so we can get settled."

"Der völlige Unsinn! Nonsense! Look at my house. I have plenty of room
here. You must stay with me, I insist. Except when my jungen visit on the
weekends, I am all alone. Please, it would make me so happy to have your
lieblich jungen running around my lonely house. Maria, you shall have the
front room at the head of the stairs. You can watch the morning sun rise
over the Ore mountains. Malcolm, you and the boys will sleep in my room
across the hall from Maria. Then if they want to run in to see their
mother in the middle of the night, . . ."

"They better not!!" Maria kiddingly frowned.

". . . And don't worry about me, I've already moved my things out to the
guest house. My lieblich jungen love it out there anyway. So you see,
it's all settled. Today is Mittwoch. So in less than two days you shall
meet my Heinrich and Rolf. They can't wait to meet Juan and Pepito.
Dexter told me all about them. He was raving in fact. Rolf is 9 and
Heinrich is 6. How old are you, Pepito." Pepito opened his mouth, but
never got to answer. "Verflucht! I've been talking here in the hallway,
and not even being a proper host. Hereinkommen bitte! Please come in!"

They spent the rest of the evening relaxing and getting acquainted. The
boys took off their clothes but said they were too wide awake for bed, so
bears in hand they sat naked listening to the adults. Bruce explained
that 'waisenknaben' was an old German term for 'orphan boys.' Rolf and
Heinrich lived in an orphanage thirty kilometers away and Bruce had been
taking them every weekend for a year. Other men took other boys. The boys
themselves had fun fucking in the dorm every night throughout the week,
quickly initiating any new boys. The director and dorm proctors didn't
mind as long as everything was consensual and kept hush. They didn't mind
because they recognized that most boys enjoy sexual experimentation. (At
that moment, Pepito and Juan were quietly 69'ing on the couch.) And
besides the orphanage staff had fun with the boys as well. Malcolm was
especially intrigued with Heinrich's story. He started sucking the older
boys when he was 4. He began sucking Bruce on his! first visit. And after
watching Rolf get fucked he wanted it also. Bruce's philosophy is that if
they're old enough to want it then they're old enough to have it. Malcolm
looked fondly at little Pepito who was contentedly hugging Oso while
sucking on Juan. He remembered two days ago when Pepito sucked him. Would
Malcolm ever enter him anally?

"Señors, I think I'm going to bed. It's been a long day. Señor Bruce,
Gracias for sharing your beautiful home with us. Look, I think my two
sons are already in the land of Nod."

Malcolm picked up Juan and Bruce held Pepito. They carried their gorgeous
sleeping naked little bodies up to bed. "I'm also very grateful for all
you've done, Bruce. I know the boys are going to love it here." As
Malcolm began stripping, he noticed a plaque mounted by the dresser with
this poem:
"Let 'em have dignity.
Let 'em have respect.
Let 'em be safe.
Let 'em grow.
Let 'em be boys
so they can be men."

"That's beautiful, Bruce. Did you write it?"

Bruce told Malcolm about LeTM. Back in England, when PIE disbanded in
'85, and the Birmingham club went on its own, a guy up in Liverpool
founded his own club, the Legion of Tender Mercies; the LeTM. Bruce
pronounced the acronym "Let 'em". This Liverpudian was a real romantic
guy; he loved Elvis Presley and thought "Love Me Tender" was a great
theme song for boy lovers. He wrote the "Let' em" poem.

Malcolm asked what happened to the Legion of Tender Mercies? "It lasted
only about six months. One guy screwed up. Took a lad, 14, who wasn't
willing, and coerced him. Kid complained to the authorities and the man
was arrested. The other members quickly went deep underground. Fuckin'
shame. Only takes one rotter to mess things up for everyone."

.oOo.

The next day, Donnerstag, Pepito woke Malcolm up with a blow job as
promised. And Juan got the durchficken he was too sleepy for the night
before.

When Bruce walked over from the guest house, he found Maria in the
kitchen, already putting the coffee on. "Guten Morgen, Maria."

"Ah, Señor Bruce. Isn't it a lovely day? When I woke up and looked out
my windows at the mountains, I was so happy you welcomed us into your
home. Gracias."

"The little ones must still be sleeping."

"Or something," Maria grinned. She remembered Malcolm's promise to Pepito
in the car the yesterday. She handed Bruce a mug. "Señor, you have a
lovely home. So neat and clean. Are you sure you don't have a wife?
Hehe."

"Dankeschön, Maria. But no, I am happily single. But I do have Rosita.
She's my Putzfrau, my cleaning lady. She came here yesterday. Rosita is a
lovely girl. Works very hard. She works for many of the families here in
Dresden. And she sends money home to her family in Spain. Du meine Güte!
You should meet her. She would love to meet someone from her home. No, I
didn't mean you are from Spain. I just meant, well you know. Forgive me.
Ich bin ein Vollidiot."

"No, Señor. You just mean someone that speaks Spanish. Si, I would love
to meet Rosita. Just looking around your home, everything is so neat.
Fresh flowers on the table. I know she is a caring señorita."

"Wonderful. I'll call her. I think she's off work am Samstag. You see,
the other cleaning ladies in town are all from Russia, or Poland, or
Turkey. I think Rosita is very lonely at times."

After a late brunch, Bruce gave the family a tour of Dresden. At the
Gemäldegalerie, they saw Raphael's famous Sistine Madonna. At the
bottom, the painter depicted two cherubs looking dreamily up. That detail
is more famous than the entire painting. They reminded Maria so much of
her own boys she had to purchase several reprints.

.oOo.

On Freitag, Maria and the boys went for a walk, while Malcolm helped
Bruce clean up the guest house.

"Is Cambodia on your itinerary, Malcolm?"

"Not yet, but nothing is set in stone."

"Then you should add Sihanoukville. Beautiful village, located right on
the ocean. About three hours south of Phnom Penh. The sunsets are to die
for. I used to go there every year, but I haven't been back in over two
years." Malcolm had to ask why. "Well, southeast Asia has been getting a
lot of pressure from the major western powers to do something about its
sex trade. As a result, they're very suspicious of single men arriving on
vacation, and especially men from Germany. They're always getting picked
up by the cops there for having sex with children. It's a real hassle and
it doesn't even help that I have a British passport. And when their
citizens do get in trouble, the German government turns a blind eye.
They're hoping these men will just rot and disappear."

"The Nazis went after the gays. So now the target is boylovers."

"Yes, although there has been one ray of sunshine lately. When the ILGA,
the International Lesbian and Gay Association, expelled the VSG from the
ranks, . . . Oh I'm sorry the Verein für Sexuelle Gleichberechtigung
("Association for Sexual Equality") is a German advocacy group, much like
your NAMBLA, and our old PIE. Anyway, the ILGA expelled them."

"Yes, in America, NAMBLA can't get a seat at the gay table either."

"Yes, but here when that happened the Bundesverband Homosexualität
("National Homosexuality Association") rose to the defense of VSG. They
had never been particularly sympathetic to pedophiles before, but I guess
they saw it a basic human rights issue. It was really great to see a
prominent gay group 'mit Eiern' to stand up for what's right."

"It's a small step I guess."

"And back in 2005, an online organization, the Krumme 13, won a court
case. Prosecutors tried to convince the judge that a story, not
photographs mind you or even drawings, but a written story about love
between a man 30 and a boy 11 was child pornography! Well, thankfully
Krumme 13 was cleared. But I'm afraid the courts are getting very tough.
It's a shame."

"I should say so. Shit, there's this site called Nifty that has great
stories in English about men and boys who love each other. I read them
all the time. No way is that child pornography! Up 'til now I've never
been too political. I've always preferred to keep my views on
intergenerational love low profile, but this trip has given me a lot to
think about. And it started with your friend Dexter."

"Let me show you one example of what I mean." Bruce opened a drawer in
his desk, and handed his guest an old magazine. Malcolm was amazed. The
magazine, Jung Und Frei, had excellent photography of nude children.
"When I first came to Germany, you could easily buy magazines like this
in any convenience store. Now it's illegal."

Maria came in from her walk, and Malcolm showed her the magazine. "Señor
Malcolm, these photographs are incredibly beautiful. The little boys look
so happy. I'm going to buy you a subscription for your birthday, Señor
Malcolm.

"No, Maria, I'm afraid not. In the states, I couldn't even buy a magazine
like this in a gay bookstore. Even if I got it in the mail, I could still
be arrested for possessing child porn."

"Don't be silly. These aren't child porn. They're beautiful pictures of
children who happen to be naked. Can't the law people see that?" But she
didn't argue. She wasn't about to put her friend and her son's lover in
jeopardy. Malcolm leafed through the magazine and noticed one very
professional spread by the Russian photographer, Alexander Krivon.

.oOo.

That afternoon, Bruce drove his van over to the orphanage. It would
easily fit the seven of them on the trip back home. As he drove, with
Maria beside him, Malcolm sat between Raphael's cherubs and showed them
the magazine. At the orphanage, other men were arriving also to pick up
their charges for the weekend. Boys of all ages were happily clamoring
into Audis and Volkswagens and waving to their friends who were being
left behind. Sometimes the staff would take the remaining boys on a field
trip so they wouldn't feel too bad. The director gave Malcolm and Maria a
tour of the facility. It was well equipped with the latest educational
technology. No expense was spared to provide these children with the
best. Obviously the institution had some appreciative and generous
benefactors.

On the way back home, Maria again sat beside Bruce up front. But this
time, Malcolm was surrounded by four happy squirming youngsters, all of
whom quickly doffed their clothes. Nudity is a tongue that crosses
language barriers. At the house, the boys began chasing each other around
the grounds, and Malcolm couldn't maintain his reserve any longer. He
pulled off his shirt and pants and ran bear-assed after them, in a wild
game of tag.

Bruce pointed to a garden bench, "By the way, Maria, Rosita is coming
tomorrow. She is looking forward to meeting you. She wondered if you
might like to go shopping with her."

"Oh, Señor, I never turn down a chance to go shopping. Gracias." Maria
sat down with Bruce, admired his roses, and watched the boys giggling and
playing. "Excuse me, Señor Bruce, forgive me for asking this, but when
you put your penis into little Heinrich's hole the first time, did it
hurt him?"

"You're concerned about little Pepito, aren't you."

"Si. I know Malcolm would never do anything to deliberately hurt my
little niño, but a madre does worry, you know. We can't help it."

"I'm sure Malcolm knows how to approach that moment with sensitivity. In
Heinrich's case, he had already seen me fuck Rolf. And back in the dorm,
he'd seen plenty of boys fucking. I made sure he really wanted it and was
emotionally ready. Then I used lots of jelly and prepared his sphincter
with my fingers and my tongue before making penetration with my penis. He
knew it would feel tight, but he also knew if he relaxed, it would be
easier. He often talks to me about that first fuck. It was a very special
time for him. He says he knew then what love was."

"Gracias, Señor, that was beautiful. Now I'm not as worried. Si, maybe
still a little bit worried, but not as much, hehe."

.oOo.

Am Samstag morgen, Rosita came by to pick up Maria. They immediately
began chattering away in Spanish. "Adios, Juan, Pepito. Mama will be back
later. You have fun with your little friends. And remember, behave for
Señor Bruce. You too, Malcolm, hehe."

As soon as the car pulled away, the six males dropped their bathrobes,
and giggling, began to paw at each other. "Die Orgie," shouted Rolf, and
dropped to his knees in front of Herr Bruce. Juan quickly followed suit
with Malcolm, and Heinrich and Pepito began 69'ing. Shortly, Juan tapped
Rolf on the shoulder and they switched men. Malcolm remembered Dexter's
talk about how each boy is different. Juan seemed to be one who enjoyed
sucking off different men. Dexter, Karel, now Bruce, he never hesitated
to take an enticing cock in his mouth.

Pepito kept eying his brother and couldn't wait any longer. He released
Heinrich's tiny nail and went and pushed Rolf away and gave Malcolm a
blow job like the one that woke him up that morning. Rolf quickly went
behind, spread Malcolm's cheeks and began tonguing his asshole. Heinrich
did the same for Bruce. Malcolm, delirious with pleasure, continued his
analysis. He realized he wasn't as monogamous as he thought he was. He
was truly enjoying being serviced by four hungry prepubescent boys at
once. As Pepito and Rolf kept working on him, he reached over, took tiny
Heinrich up in his arms, put one leg over each shoulder, and began
sucking his little penis. The boy lovingly held tight to Malcolm's head.

This left Bruce alone with Juan. He whispered something in the boy's ear.
Juan let go of his cock, "Si, Señor." He turned around, leaned over the
table and presented his Arschloch to the German. After all, Mama had told
him to behave for Herr Bruce. He had had several men's cocks in his mouth
on this trip, but now for the first time in his life, Juan would feel
someone other than Malcolm penetrating his anus. Bruce politely glanced
at Malcolm, who peering around Heinrich's lithe body could see his lover
boy in position. But he knew now that he didn't own Juan. That every boy
should be free to choose his own partners. He nodded to Bruce, who then
opened a condom and proceeded to poppen the brown-skinned visitor.

Die orgie was now in full swing. Juan, Rolf and Heinrich were each fucked
by both Bruce and Malcolm, while Pepito joined in sucking and rimming
boys and men. When the boys acknowledged that both men had been drained
dry, Rolf, still ramrod hard, dry fucked little Heinrich, and then Juan.
Then, to everyone's surprise, Pepito jumped up on Rolf's lap and spread
his cheeks apart. In the excitement of the moment, this littlest cherub
gave up his dream of having Malcolm pop his cherry. He was being
deflowered by a cock just three years older than his own, not yet capable
of cumming, and no larger than Malcolm's pinky. His mouth still oozing
with the cum of the two men, Pepito was grinning with pride and
contentment. At six years old, he was no longer a virgin.

When Maria returned with Rosita, she found the six still in their
bathrobes, quietly assembling a jigsaw puzzle. "Hehe, I thought you would
be playing some active game. You men never stop surprising me. Here, I
bought presents for Rolf and Heinrich." The boys came running over to
her, their robes unashamedly flying open. "I believe every boy should
have his own bear. Don't you agree, Juan and Pepito?" She handed the
German orphans their Steifs while her own sons went to get Oso and
Rascal. Then four boys and four bears sat on the floor playing.

"Jungen sind nun einmal so," said Bruce.

"Si, Herr Bruce," said Rosita.

.oOo.

Am Sonntag Abend, the orphans were driven back to their boarding school
for another week, but promised to come again the following week to play
with their friends from Amerika.

"Malcolm." Juan looked very serious.

"Yes, Juan, what is it?"

"Herr Bruce was so happy this weekend. He must feel terrible every time
the boys leave."

"I'm sure he does."

"Malcolm."

"Yes, Juan, what is it?"

"Uh, Bruce is out there all alone in the guest house. Do you think he
feels lonely?"

"Yes, he probably does."

"Malcolm."

"OK, Juan, what are you driving at? Come on, spit it out."

"Well, you got two boys to sleep with tonight, and Herr Bruce has noone,
so I thought, uh . . ."

"You'd like to sleep with Herr Bruce tonight."

"You wouldn't mind?"

"I love you, Juan, very much. You know that. But you're old enough to
decide for yourself who to sleep with. I know Herr Bruce is a wonderful
man. I know he will be loving and kind. And you're right, I still have
Pepito to keep me warm. Just one thing, I think you should talk to your
mother about this."

"Thank you, Malcolm."

So for the next five nights, Juan slept in the guest house. Some
mornings, he and Bruce came walking in well after the others were up. But
each morning, regardless of the time, Juan took Malcolm into the bedroom
for his Guten-Morgen-Fick. Malcolm usually found his Arschloch already
primed.

Mittwochs, Rosita came by but Herr Bruce insisted she take Maria shopping
again rather than waste the day cleaning. After they left, the four males
reenacted die Orgie of the previous weekend, though minus two horny
Jungen.

.oOo.

The following weekend was Martinstag. Much like Halloween in the States,
it is a holiday when German lads dress up in costumes, and parade through
town carrying lanterns. Back in the fourth century, Sankt Martin was a
Roman soldier. At Amiens, he saw a beggar shivering in the cold, so he
tore his cloak in two and shared it with the poor man. Since then, his
feast day has been a time to share what one has with those in need.
"Everyone should enjoy 'Einige Krümel vom reichgedeckten Tisch.'" Bruce
explained. Maria thought it was a beautiful idea for a holiday.

Since "Martini" is followed by the 40 days of Advent, once a time of
fasting, part of the celebration is a feast of die Martinsgans, a roast
goose. Maria helped Bruce prepare the bird, while Malcolm helped the four
boys make costumes for the parade. Never having seen a Martini parade,
and having nearly zero grasp of the boys' German, he was not aware that
many German youngsters dress up in Disney costumes like in the US.
Others, not showing much creativity, simply wear torn and tattered
clothes in recognition of the beggar in the story.

But other boys, mit Eiern, chose the day to honor the saint by wearing
clothes cut down the center, half exposing their little bodies to the
cold November air. Rolf and Heinrich, like many of their classmates at
the orphanage, were in this category. Rolf and Juan were pretty much the
same size, as were Heinrich and Pepito, so Malcolm figured he could get
four costumes out of one of Juan's and one of Pepito's sets of clothes.
The sacrifice of a set of clothes was no big deal to either boy, who much
preferred playing in the buff anyway. Malcolm selected clothes which the
boys were already outgrowing. It always amazed to him how much youngsters
their age grew in only a few months.

Malcolm sat at Bruce's sewing machine and started with Juan's pants. He
removed the stitching from the crotch which held the two legs together.
Then ran a loose running stitch of string along the new edge of both
halves. He had Rolf and Juan choose who was going to be the left and who
the right. They each climbed into their half pants, which they could keep
on by each having a whole belt. Something had to be done about their
little dicks, and all agreed that jockey briefs just wouldn't give the
desired effect, so Malcolm proposed using the jockstraps they had brought
along for swimming. That was perfect; their boy cocks were discretely
covered, but their single buttock was nicely exposed, framed even by the
diagonal strap of the jock. Just one thing remained to complete the
picture. When Malcolm pulled on the string he had sewn in, the pants were
pulled in wedgie fashion so that the second buttock was fully covered. He
then cut a shirt in half, and sewed a seam to keep i! t from fraying. By
keeping it tucked into the pants and giving each boy a tie to keep the
half collar in place, the costume was complete and very effective. As
Malcolm proceeded to do the same for Pepito and Heinrich, Juan
complimented him on his sewing. "Well, I'm not like Ricky, for sure. But
I can manage a job like this all right.

In the evening, after their delicious goose supper, Bruce drove the van
to the parade site and that's when Malcolm saw the other costume
possibilities. The boys grabbed their lanterns, jumped out and joined the
contingent from the orphanage. Juan and Pepito wanted to march with their
friends. They got loads of compliments from the other boys as well as
some smiles and some shocked looks from the Dresden parents. However,
they were not the only semi-streakers in the parade, so Malcolm decided
he had done the right thing. Maria insisted the boys each wear two shoes.
It was a November evening after all, plus they'd look awfully silly
limping along the parade route like the boy in the rhyme she used to sing
to them when they were toddlers: ". . . one shoe off, one shoe on, Deedle
Deedle Dumpling, my son Juan."

As the children marched, they sang:
"Ich geh' mit meiner Laterne
Und meine Laterne mit mir.
Dort oben leuchten die Sterne,
Hier unten, da leuchten wir.
Der Hahn, der kräht, die Katz miaut.
Rabimmel, rabammel, rabum."

("I go with my lantern
And my lantern goes with me.
Up above the stars are shining,
Down here we're shining.
The rooster, he crows; the cat meows.
Rabimmel, rabammel, rabum.")

Juan and Pepito didn't understand a word but since every verse was
exactly the same except for the fifth line, they quickly picked it up and
were gustily Rabimmelling with the best of them.

When the parade ended, the boys continued singing in the car all the way
home and into the house. Malcolm chimed in and wondered why adults so
often feign annoyance when children sing, "One hundred bottles of beer on
the wall," or some other incessant refrain. How could you not love the
joyful singing of happy little boys?

The boys had all secretly conspired to wear their costumes to bed that
night, which added a delightful element of sensual silliness to the sex.

The next day, Maria took the now useless costumes and sat at the sewing
machine herself. Skillfully, she created miniature half pants and shirts
for the four bears. A souvenir for the boys to remember this feast of
Saint Martin, and their newfound friends. "Dankeschön, Maria," Rolf and
Heinrich kept repeating.

[Note: I want to thank Greg, and especially John, for their help in
correcting some of my linguistic and cultural errors.]