Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2004 06:17:47 -0400
From: carl5de@netscape.net
Subject: OUT OF THE RUBBLE - 13

OUT OF THE RUBBLE - 13

Copyright 2004 by Carl Mason

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This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between a young adult
male and young male teenagers.  Nevertheless, "Out of the Rubble" is
neither a strictly "suck and fuck" exercise nor is it a story that focuses
on the "love of adults for the young"...often without sex or with the mere
suggestion of sex.  If you are looking for these types of erotic fiction,
there are fine examples of each on Nifty.  Something slightly different is
required here.

However based on real events and places, "Out of the Rubble" is strictly
fictional.  Any resemblance to actual events, or locales, or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  Further, this is homoerotic
fiction designed for the personal enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature,
adults.  If you are not of legal age to read such material, if those in
power and/or those whom you trust treat it as illegal, or if it would
create unresolvable moral dilemmas in your life, please leave.  Finally,
remember that maturity generally demands that anything other than safe sex
is sheer insanity!


PART 13

(Revisiting the End of Part 12)

Inasmuch as the intelligent, ever-perceptive Ehrhardt had helped explain
what was going on inside Rolf to Sam and Andreas, Sam was quick to answer
that he had no objection [to Rolf's moving to Frankfurt].  "You are known
and respected throughout Germany, Herr Baron," Sam stated.  "The three of
us - his house director, his war-time comrade, and his best friend - love
him and look forward to his returning to Tieferwald for visits.  Please
convey that to him."  Needless to say, the Baron agreed without question,
for he already knew how deeply Rolf loved them.

Thus began a torrid May/ December romance that was in no way parasitic,
even if it was a classic instance of Young-Old love. Was it symbiotic?
Yes, of course.  Baron Otto von Hofsberg finally had his "soldier son" and
heir.  Rolf, in turn, had his life.

(Continuing Our Story : In the Warehouse Ruins)

It was fortunate that an immense, orange, harvest moon was cutting through
the mist rising from the river.  Otherwise, on a bitterly cold fall night
in Tieferwald am Main, you wouldn't have been able to see your hand in
front of your face!  As it was, the damp cold cut straight through the
coats and into the heavy sweaters worn by Heinrich and his bunkmate, Franz,
as they walked Blondi, their young German Shepherd.  Ahead of them, right
beside the river, loomed the ruins of an old warehouse that had been
partially destroyed in the bombing.  The Truemmerfrauen [women who removed
rubble and reclaimed building materials for salvage] had cleared away most
of the building, but one wing still stood, albeit unsteadily.

"Common, Blondi, stop sniffin' around!" commanded Heinrich.  "Let's get a
look at that building, Franz!"

"I dunno, Heinrich.  Sam would have our asses!  You know what he's said!"
responded his chum.

"Yeah, as if he's going to be out here tonight!" Heinrich sneered and
pulled Blondi towards the ruins.  "Common, Franz, we might find something
valuable!"

The two 15 year olds had just climbed a rickety staircase to the second
floor when Heinrich was sure he heard something from over against the far
wall.  Away from the eerie orange moonlight, it was as dark as pitch!  "Ok,
Blondi, do your stuff!" Heinrich whispered tightly.  The "ferocious" beast
responded with a soft growl - after which she wined, vigorously wagged her
tail, and licked the boy's hand.  "Oh, man, you're such a cream puff,"
Heinrich muttered, as he continued to move cautiously in the direction of
the noise.

Against the wall, covered in trash which he had collected and attempted to
use as insulation, the two lads from Sam's House found a young
teen...shoeless, in rags, and clearly well on his way towards freezing to
death.  Quickly, they got him into the heavy sweaters they had worn under
their coats on this frigid night and set off for home.

Keeping one eye out for Ehrhardt - who was supposedly in the house - they
brought the boy to the warm kitchen.  Thankfully, his recovery was
relatively fast.  After some fumbling, the inexperienced chefs set a large
bowl of noodles and some slices of good bread before him.  Without
hesitation, he wolfed them down and then paid homage to the cook by raising
the bowl and actually licking it clean!  The remainder of the noodles and
bread were then served only to quickly go the way of the first.  Realizing
that more was needed, Heinrich disappeared for a moment, returning with a
two-liter bottle of beer that he had securely hidden.  That, too, was
quickly consumed as the boys began to chat with increasing animation.  It
seems that the boy's name was Georg [pronounced: GAY-org].  ("A real
hunk...late 14," Franz later reported to his buddies.)  He came from a
small town in the southwestern part of the Soviet Zone.  When his father
caught him for the second time having sex with a guy, he promptly expelled
him from the family.  Georg remembered him rubbing his finger in blood
dripping from the side of his mouth and dramatically blotting out his name
in the family Bible.  Making his way towards the border - not far distant -
he crossed into the American Zone and headed towards Tieferwald, a city to
which most easterners gave high marks for its treatment of refugees.

Asked if he'd like to stay at least long enough to regain his stamina,
refurbish his food supplies, and find some warmer clothing, Georg thanked
them for the offer, but added that they might not want "his kind" around
any more than had villagers he had earlier encountered.

Around here, Georg, we tend to think that there are a lot more important
things in life than the names that some people call you," asserted
Heinrich.  "You're going to feel a lot better once you've had a bath and a
good night's sleep!"

Georg wasn't exactly enthusiastic about taking a bath, but he finally
agreed on Heinrich's insistence.  Beginning to draw some water in the old
tub, Heinrich quickly stripped to the waist, Georg's eyes following his
every move.  The sight was well worth the effort: Almost 16, the tall dirty
blond had put on quite a bit of muscle and bulk in the Exercise Club.
Georg's eyes glinted and he instinctively licked his lips as Heinrich's
rippling abs, heavy pecs, and muscled shoulders and arms came into view.
Finally, Heinrich reached out and began removing the rags that covered
Georg's body.  "Wow!" the boy exclaimed as his fingers suddenly uncovered
Georg's genitals.  "You sure don't have anything to be ashamed of!"  And
indeed he didn't.  His eyes round with amazement, Heinrich looked up into
the east German boy's eyes, his large hand barely accommodating an enormous
cock and a soft, expansive sack that flowed over the side of his palm only
to drop precipitously under the weight of its heavy, egg-sized balls. Georg
stood silently, a slight grin on his handsome face, as Heinrich completed
removing the rest of his rags.

Although Franz was becoming increasingly nervous about the way things were
developing, he made no move to curb Heinrich's "compassionate care."  In
fact, he noted to himself that the rest of Georg's body gave away nothing
to those parts already denuded.

Georg having been helped to stand in the tub, Heinrich turned the shower on
low and began soaping the top layers of dirt from his body.  Try as he
might to conscientiously wash every part, he found himself mesmerized by
the young east German's equipment.  Time and time again, he found hands, no
longer under the control of his mind, fondling the mighty prong, gently
pulling the massive scrotum down even further between muscled thighs, and
gripping the heavy balls only to draw them out through the back of legs
held wide apart.  After working religiously to ensure that the boy's crack
was clean enough to eat off, Heinrich rose.  As he did so, his naked chest
came into full contact with Georg's, and he found himself looking directly
into the boy's eyes.  Instinctively, their lips met in a deep, muscular
kiss.  Breathless minutes passed as their tongues dueled - and occasionally
dipped down to fasten wetly on a nipple.

His mouth full, groans and moans filling the bathroom, Heinrich finally
gargled to Franz to find Andreas and see if they could use his room.
"Schnell!" ["Quickly!"]  Moments later, his bunkmate returned to report
that Andreas was willing...as long as he could join them!

All four boys involved - even the two involved only tangentially - always
agreed that the next hour and a half represented a high point in their
young sexual histories!  After peering outside the kitchen door to make
sure that Ehrhardt wasn't lurking in the shadows, the still-naked Georg
along with the others quickly repaired to Andreas's room.  There, after
doffing his lower clothing, the proud stud stood erect.  Anticipating his
every command, Georg immediately dropped to his knees and accepted his
master's thick wand.  After only a few good contractions, however, Heinrich
lifted the willing - and delightfully experienced - Georg onto the bed and
commanded him to press his forehead down against the covers and raise his
buttocks into the air.  With nary a pause, he himself jumped onto the bed,
inserted his rock-hard cock, and pounded away.  Ordering the boy to turn
over and lift his legs, he continued to thrust like a man possessed!

Fearing that a flood of a magnitude only previously experienced by Noah
would soon sweep them away, Andreas and Franz fumbled with their pants
fasteners.  With great effort and loud curses - especially when they
occasionally caught them on the fasteners - the boys finally extricated
their rock-hards and began jerking away.  OH, SUCH RELIEF!  Franz rather
wondered what in hell he was doing.  In public?!  Nevertheless, when a
jubilant Andreas reached over, thumped him on the back, and yelled, "Yea,
Franzi!" he gloried in the feeling of being "one of the boys!"  Later, when
his wrist tired, he even let Andreas grab his cock and "help him out" with
a few yanks.  (While he would never admit it - even to himself - that also
felt...unbelievable!)

Always moving, Heinrich crawled to the top of Georg's body and inserted two
long, precum- covered fingers deeply into the boy's mouth.  As the object
of his desire enthusiastically resumed sucking, the hunky youth fell
forward into a Classic 69, vacuuming Georg's immense pole deep into his
throat.  Never ceasing, it was only a nanosecond before Heinrich again
lifted the boy, strode across the room with him, kicked a chair out of the
way, and pushed him - head first - against the window frame.  As Georg
clung to the narrow sill with his finger nails, Heinrich continued his
attack.  As if performing a circus act, he then used his hands to spin the
boy's body over.  Without missing a beat, he continued pounding into him
from the front, each thrust becoming, if possible, even harder and more
frenzied!

"Heinrich, for God's sake!" Andreas hissed.  "Sam's going to be here any
minute!"

Abruptly, Heinrich reached down and firmly grasped the panting, red-faced
easterner at the side of his rib cage.  Lifting the hunky 14 year old high
into the air, he then slammed him savagely down onto his drooling,
rock-hard shaft.  For a moment there was neither sound nor movement.  Then
their bodies seemed to tense and even to gain several inches in height
before exploding into a shattering, mutual orgasm.  As mighty screams
ripped from their throats, Andreas and Franz themselves experienced their
own cataclysmic releases and sank slowly to the floor momentarily stunned.

In utter exhaustion, his wet cock still held limply in his hand, Andreas
lay back against his pillow.  Thank all that's holy that Heinrich and Franz
had been able to spirit Georg back to their bed without encountering the
ever-vigilant Ehrhardt.

Sniffing the air and suddenly realizing that the room absolutely reeked of
man-sex, Andreas began to wonder how in hell he was going to explain THAT
to Sam!

(Homophobia)

After lunch three days later, Sam had returned to the House from his
office.  An increasingly prominent member of Tieferwald's City Council had
asked for a tour - and one did not refuse such requests.

Herr Naehmann arrived promptly at 1330 hours (1:30 pm) and graciously
thanked Sam for his welcome to "DAS HAUS." [The House, i.e., Sam's House]
"DAS HAUS?" Sam asked in some confusion.  "Yes, Captain," Herr Naehmann had
responded, "that's what the people have begun calling your establishment
that has saved so many youngsters, not to speak of others in both the City
and the Relocation Camp.  We thank you."  What could Sam do but smile,
thank him for the heavy praise, and continue.

Sam went on to explain that Herr Naehmann had chosen the perfect day, for
the boys were all engaged in football matches down at the City Park.  "I
don't believe I've thanked Council for setting up the football fields, Herr
Naehmann.  Given the countless priorities that weigh on us all, it's so
easy to forget the children and teens.  Seriously, sir, I thank you!  But
now, let us continue.  Today, I can show you everything - even the boys'
bedrooms and bathing facilities."

And a thorough tour it was!  The thin, dark Councilman was throughly
impressed, especially by the Exercise Club to which they had climbed after
leaving the first floor.  Meeting his request that they now look at some of
the bedroom facilities, Sam slowly led the way, opening door after door on
the second floor.  Again, Herr Naehman was duly impressed.  "I see that you
are teaching these young man to take care of both themselves and public
property," he observed positively.  Sam was about to offer a polite reply,
when he paused before the closed door to the fifth bedroom.  Sounds of
heavy activity could be heard from within.

No one was more dumbfounded than Sam when Herr Naehmann suddenly forced
past him into the room - only to behold Heinrich and Georg, stark naked and
fucking away like Elephant Hares!

"Heinrich...for God's sake!" roared Sam. "And who in hell are YOU?" he
screamed at Georg.

As staggered, as angry, as deeply embarrassed as Sam was, he was utterly
amazed by that which followed.  A look of insane fury upon his dark-red
face, his muscles twitching involuntarily, the Councilman seized a heavy
stick from one of the study desks and strode menacingly towards the boys.

"Schwein-Scheisse!  Stinkender Abfall des Teufels!  Homosexuelles
Ungeziefer! [Pig Shit!  Foul Offal of the Devil!  Homosexual Vermin!]," he
kept screaming as he lashed again and again at the terrified boys with the
stick.  Recovering quickly, Sam tried valiantly to stop him, but the man
was in a frenzy and literally threw Sam down onto the floor.  Throwing the
stick into Sam's face, he yelled that he would see what the Buergermeister
had to say about this Senkgrube [cesspool], turned on his heels, and
stormed out of the room.

Realizing immediately that he had a potentially very nasty situation on his
hands, the Buergermeister went personally to the American Commandant's
office.  In the course of a few days (during which time Sam was never
consulted), decisions were made, as follows: 1) It was in no one's best
interests to have a major scandal engulf the city, but avoiding one
necessitated joint action.  2) Herr Naehmann, then being held in military
custody, would best be sent to the Soviet Zone as an "undesirable."  3) The
Soviets agreed to accept him, but callously demanded that he be accompanied
by several Soviet POWs who had been captured in 1943, but had remained in
the West.  4) With approval from Frankfurt, General Clemens cut the deal, a
deal that was promptly classified.

The General's Chief of Staff - the Colonel whom we encountered previously -
met with Sam and informed him that Herr Naehmann was "no longer a problem,"
but that nothing further could (or should) be said about the matter.  The
Captain was also firmly told to "control things."  (He needed no further
explanation.)

Sam mildly disciplined Heinrich for "concealing important events"...and for
"missing a scheduled football game."  (Heinrich never mentioned the part
played by either Franz or Andreas.)  A good home was found for Georg in a
village some miles from Tieferwald.

(Wedding Bells)

Not too long after Herr Naehmann had been sent packing, Ehrhardt came to
Sam and rather sheepishly confessed that Gretchen, his girl, was nearly
eight months pregnant.  Readers will guess that Sam had painfully mixed
feelings!  On the one hand, he wondered what kind of trouble his rabbits
(and/or Elephant Hares!) would get him into next!  On the other, how could
he let Heinrich off lightly and then raise hell with Ehrhardt?  Besides,
Ehrhardt was a STAFF member, a staff member whose contracted services were
essential and, as we know, an individual for whom Sam had unique personal
feelings.

Ehrhardt told Sam that Gretchen was still living at home, but that her
mother, a real witch, was acting impossibly.  For instance, Ehrhardt could
only visit her once a week - and they had already been told that there was
no way they could live in the mother's apartment once the baby arrived.
(Inasmuch as she had two "assigned" refugee boarders, there wasn't enough
room in any case.)  Further, she wanted absolutely nothing to do with any
wedding!  She asserted that she had already been disgraced enough without
having to watch her heavily pregnant daughter wobble down the aisle.  As
regards waiting until after the birth?  Oh, yeah, hearing a baby screaming
from the sidelines would really impress her friends who came to the wedding
as guests!  Having fought his frustration and embarrassment for months,
Ehrhardt had finally come to Sam and cried, "Help!

After meeting with Ehrhardt's delightful young lady, Sam invited them to be
married at the House.  They were also most welcome to occupy Ehrhardt's
small room - if they could survive the claustrophobia, especially once the
baby arrived!  When recovered, Gretchen could pay her own way by giving
some needed help to Frau Luisa.  Besides, Sam thought, it wouldn't hurt his
teens to have a young woman around the house.  After all, they ALL sadly
needed "deanimalizing" - and the straight majority surely deserved someone
to lust over!  The decision made, Ehrhardt hugged Sam tightly...both in
relief and in the growing realization of what it meant to have a life-long
friend.

Needless to say, once the wedding was announced, DAS HAUS went berserk!
Older boys such as Dieter#1, Kurt, and Ulrich - who occasionally had some
real problems with their roommate, Heinrich, and tended to wonder about
younger lads such as Horst - went out of their way visibly to support
Ehrhardt.  Not to be outdone, Andreas, Horst, and Heinrich just about threw
themselves out of joint when Gretchen finally appeared at dinner.  One
would have thought that the sweet young teen was the Queen of Sheba - plus,
perhaps, Georg...all wrapped into one!

In the cold, autumnal, flowerless weather, the house was garlanded in
bright spring colors.  (Even the straightest jocks - grumbling and
muttering all the while, their canines set into a permanent snarl, their
fists barely concealed - fashioned paper flowers in shades of pink, lime
green, and lemon yellow!)  The dining room was fashioned into a small
church where, for days, the boys had to balance meals on their knees.
Despite the love he had for his friends, Andreas shuddered sadly in envy as
the talk and activity reached a fever pitch.  Sam had all he could do to
grin and try to keep Ehrhardt from lapsing into insanity.

The wedding assumed the status of a "happening" in the folk memory of all
inhabitants of DAS HAUS and its many friends.  Although Gretchen's mother
failed to appear, General Clemens and his spouse, the Buergermeister and
his wife, and Frau Goettingen accompanied by her two grandchildren did.
Several of Ehrhardt's old SS Kameraden, including Rolf in full uniform,
appeared.  The remainder of the "church" (and surrounding rooms) was packed
to the seams with the excited boys, as well as friends old and new.  When
Sam as Best Man had pushed and shoved Ehrhardt into place before the
minister, and the lovely vision that was Gretchen - given away by Rolf and
accompanied by Frau Luisa - had joined them, the padre spoke for a moment.
Then, after leading the assemblage in prayer, he received the formal vows,
and pronounced the historic words that bound the two lovers in marriage.

(Little did they know that as the ceremony proceeded, two of the boys had
stolen up to their bedroom and scattered paper rose petals on a newly built
and installed full-sized bed.)

Frau Luisa almost stole the spotlight from the radiant Gretchen when the
large wedding cake was brought in.  In truth, it was a masterpiece - not
the least of which were the two tiny figurines, one in full-dress SS
uniform, that surmounted it.  During the informal reception that followed,
Americans and Germans, male and female, young and old, soldiers and
civilians mixed in a wondrous harmony that brought tears to the eyes of
many who had "lived through it."

Two additional notes must be added to the telling of this happy event:
First, before he left for Frankfurt, Rolf affectionately hugged his best
friend, Andreas, asking him if he would be at all interested in a future
dual photo shoot "up at his home."  The long dark limousine pulled away
from DAS HAUS with a happy young man.  Finally, on the next morning, the
radiant couple was asked jokingly how they had enjoyed their wedding night.
"Well," purred a smiling Gretchen, "if it hadn't been for those crazy boys
ringing bells all night in front of our door, I think I might have gotten
some sleep!"  (Ehrhardt's look did all but shout that sleep had NOT been on
his menu!)


(To Be Continued)