Date: Wed, 22 Sep 2004 10:21:32 -0400
From: carl5de@netscape.net
Subject: OUT OF THE RUBBLE - 24

OUT OF THE RUBBLE - 24

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!

Thank you, Ed C., for your devoted help on this section of the story!


PART 24

(Revisiting the End of Part 23)

Not quite ready to let the matter drop there, Andy said, "I noticed that
Dieter couldn't play his part tonight and that Otto never did show up."
"Yeah, Andy, Jaeger added somewhat uncomfortably, "Otto really went too far
last night.  In fact, we thought he might have broken Dieter's nose.  The
doctor down the street said it was ok, but we had to promise we would speak
with you."  Sam and Andy hugged the kids and thanked them for taking care
of their brothers before Sam again promised that he would take care of the
matter and sent them off to bed.  Cuddling in bed, Sam sighed that he
guessed it had been too good to last.  "Sam," Andy interjected, remember
what you Americans say: A guy is innocent until he's proven guilty!"  A
heartsick Sam kissed him before turning out the light.

(Continuing Our Story: Good Guys Don't Always Win)

In full cooperation with Ehrhardt and Kurt, Sam thoroughly investigated the
reports of trouble between Otto and Dieter. They turned out to be true.
Indeed, if anything, the situation turned out to be more serious than first
thought.  Three and, possibly, four of The House's younger residents were
found to have been physically abused by Otto; two of the cases were
confirmed by the German doctor who had looked at them and provided minor
first aid.  On at least two occasions, the theft of money and/or the
selling of small stolen articles (to those outside the residence) was
verified.  Sam's experience said that there was more, but, as he had been
reminded, the accused is innocent until proven guilty.  A humiliated,
sorrowful Kurt declared that he wished no longer to be considered the
"First Boy," but neither Sam nor Ehrhardt would hear of it.  They knew well
that he WAS "one of the boys" and, as such, his authority was essentially
moral and persuasive.  Since the ski trip, he had functioned effectively
and with marked dedication. Otto had been very clever in covering his
tracks and instilling fear in his victims until Horst and Jaeger had
finally spoken out - largely because the doctor had insisted that either
they would or he would.  Sam felt rather like the Japanese admiral,
Yamaguchi, who said after the World War II Battle of Midway that only he
would take responsibility before the Emperor.  Sam's was a responsibility
that he refused to sluff off on either Ehrhardt or Kurt.  Nevertheless, his
heart was heavy, for he loved Otto as he loved each of "his boys."
Further, he had devoted the last two years of his life to helping boys grow
into more responsible, more humane men.  He also knew he had to act
immediately in ways that would add to the pain already experienced.

Sam spoke with Otto on two occasions and on separate days.  He proved
utterly intransigent.  Indeed, nearly everything he said showed contempt
for the opportunities that he had been given.  He also refused to provide
any additional information on acts he had committed.  Inasmuch as he was
one of the two boys who had been admitted to DAS HAUS even though his
Tieferwald parents had been alive, Sam spoke with his mother.  (Otto's
father had died during the intervening two years.)  Unfortunately, she was
still as badly off, physically and mentally, as she had been at the time.
All efforts to provide assistance had failed miserably.

On the third day, Sam called Otto into his office.  He told the boy firmly,
but without rancor, that even had he expressed honest remorse and an
intention to correct his actions, it would not have been enough.  There was
no way that one who had behaved like a bully, a thief, and a liar could
remain in The House penalty-free.  In as supportive a way as possible under
the circumstances, Sam gave the boy a choice between returning to his
mother or being placed with a supportive foster family.  Otto only sneered
and said they he wasn't going to do anything.  Within the hour, Sam drove
him to his mother's apartment, reminding the boy that his six month
"suspension" would be over in February.  If he honestly tried to get
himself together - and he was given contact information for two men in the
community (a psychotherapist and a priest) who were willing to help - his
suspension could be reconsidered.  The terrified look on Otto's face as he
carried his backpack towards his mother's apartment building was something
that Sam would never wipe from his memory.  Sam wept that afternoon over
his failure, even though he knew that responsibility in relationships is
always shared with others.

The Director then turned to the boys who had been damaged by Otto's
behavior.  When he was reasonably convinced that Dieter was the only one
who continued to show marked ill effects, he called Ulrich into his office.
(He was not about to place an additional burden on Kurt.  Besides, the
First Boy had more than enough to do as it was.)  In all honesty, Sam had
always considered Ulrich to be something of a "hulk" - a good kid, but
surely not the brightest bulb in the lot.  He sat slumped in a chair before
Sam - heavy-featured, expressionless, his eyes dull, but wary - rubbing his
buzzed blond hair.  "Ulrich," Sam intoned, "I've got a serious problem, and
I need some serious help.  Is it possible that you might be interested in
giving me a hand?"  The big guy immediately sat up straight in his chair,
saying, "Jawohl, Herr Direktor!  Wie kann ich helfen? Ist das ueber
Dieter?" ["Yes, sir, Director.  How can I help?  Is this about Dieter?"]

Sam quickly became aware that Ulrich probably knew more about what was
going on than he did.  "Yes, Ulrich, it's about Dieter.  I am worried about
the damage that he has experienced...  stealing, the assault.  You know.  I
need someone to take him under his wing...to become a Big Brother...someone
who can convince him that he is worth something...that it's possible to be
happy even when bad things have happened.  Could you assume such a role?"
The young man who sat straight and totally "involved" in front of him
slowly smiled.  "I have always wanted a brother, sir," he said.  "Besides I
have always liked the little guy.  I'll tell you something else, sir.  I am
so grateful for the way in which you have tried to help me...to give me a
home and respect...here at DAS HAUS.  Count on me to give it my best shot!"
Sam looked at him again...his eyes glinting intensely.  Slowly, forcefully,
he said, "Help me, Ulrich, to make something good out of this mess!  Now,
get out of here...and know that you have my thanks."  Ulrich rose, snapped
to attention, almost saluted, and left the office.

Sam sat at his desk, twiddling a paperclip.  "Well, you win some and you
lose some," he said to no one in particular. "Occasionally, you realize
that you almost screwed up again, but have another chance to do better."

(Baron Rolf von Hofsberg)

On the day after he spoke with Ulrich, a small Italian sports car pulled up
in front of The House.  Just as Sam left his office, the Baron entered,
strode over to him, and pulled him into a tight hug.  "Herr Baron..." Sam
sputtered.  "It's 'Rolf' just as it was when you gave me a home and your
love, sir.  You are still the man I respect most in this world.  Please
don't push me away...  even with a title."  Sam vigorously returned the hug
before saying, "Glad to see you, Rolf - as well as that little bolt of
lightening that sits out by the front gate.  Come on, let's have a bite to
eat with the boys, and then we can sit down and talk some business with the
powers that be."  The boys all remembered Rolf who had been a favorite
during his days at DAS HAUS and crowded around him, greeting him warmly.
Several had also spotted the sports car and extracted promises to give them
a closer look after lunch.

After Rolf had finished allowing each boy to sit in the car, had lifted the
hood, and had briefly commented on the packed engine compartment, he
returned to Sam's office where he and Andreas were talking.  "Andy, go and
give Ehrhardt and Kurt the word that we're ready to go, ok?"  "Sorry..."
Rolf began to speak before Sam cut him off.  "Teenagers are teenagers.  If
you hadn't given them a few minutes with it, they would have probably
disassembled it for inspection during the afternoon!"  Laughing, Rolf
greeted Ehrhardt and Kurt who were just coming through the door.

"Gentlemen," Sam began, "I have asked Andy to sit in with us this afternoon
because he is so intimately involved with most of the topics on the agenda.
Let me clear the deck for the Baron's presentation by telling or, in some
cases, reminding you of four things: 1) Andy and I became partners for life
while on our American trip."  Ehrhardt, Rolf, and Andy just grinned.  Kurt
who evidently didn't know the full story - however difficult that is to
believe in a residence - turned to face the two lovers and exclaimed,
"Yeah!  Way to go, guys!"  With a wink at his big First Boy, Sam continued:
"2) We intend to leave Germany during the coming summer."  Shocked murmurs
met that one.  "3) I intend to do everything under the sun to convince
Ehrhardt to remain here as the permanent Director of DAS HAUS.  To that
end, I already have General Clemens' promise to continue full support of
our operations - and he should be in Tieferwald for at least another two
years."  Papa Ehrhardt sat with a dumbfounded look on his face, his mouth
slightly open.  "Boss!" he began to protest.  Andy and Rolf silenced him by
reaching over and pounding him joyfully on the back!  "Finally," Sam said,
"4) I hope - I truly hope - that Rolf will consent to become the Chairman
of a new 'Board of Directors,' but that matter, of course. Is something
that he and Ehrhardt will have to work out."  The room lay in stunned
silence.

"Before the riot begins," Rolf interjected, "let me have my say, for it
very much bears on what Sam has already laid out for us.  First, Ehrhardt,
let me say that I agree with the boss completely.  There is absolutely no
one in Germany who could make a make a finer director for a very special
home.  Further, Ehrhardt, as either the Chairman of a new Board or simply
as a concerned 'Old Boy,' I shall do everything in my power to develop
financial and moral support for DAS HAUS.  Eventually, if desired, I will
support developing a new campus that would allow even more kids in need to
receive the love and beginning in life that I enjoyed.  WE MUST NOT FAIL!"
Barely muffled shouts greeted the Baron's declaration.  "Finally, you
people whom I love most in this world, I have established a sizeable
endowment that will more than take care of 'transition expenses' when Sam
and Andy leave."

The five young men clung together in the center of Sam's tiny office,
exchanging words of love and support, as well as hugs and kisses.  That's
not exactly correct, for neither Ehrhardt nor Kurt could quite manage the
kisses.  Let it be said, however, that the love they projected was as great
as anything ever felt in DAS HAUS.

(Up into the Hasseberge!)  [-berge = mountains])

The night before Rolf and Andreas were to leave on the long-anticipated
hiking and camping trip up into the thickly forested hills that separated
far northeastern Bavaria from the Soviet Occupation Zone was, of course,
filled with preparations.  (Rolf was also monumentally unsuccessful in
resisting the constant begging for short rides.  In the late summer of
1947, other than for U.S. Army vehicles, there weren't that many cars in
Tieferwald - let alone a sleek, little silver bomb!)  The new Baron had
brought down a case of superb premium Estate wines for Sam.  Included was a
bottle of Eiswein [ice wine] for which connoisseurs the world-over would
have given their right arm - or some other part of their anatomy!  Andy was
every bit as delighted when he unwrapped a large parcel to find a pair of
very short, cuffed Lederhosen [leather shorts], a matching Jagdhut [hunting
hat], two traditional white shirts, and two pairs of stockings.  Giggling,
he also showed Andy a canvas case that contained a few "toys" about which
his friend had earlier phoned and asked him to bring down from the dungeon.
("I didn't bring the chains," he giggled.  "Too damned heavy, but I did
bring some rope that you'll never untie!")

In the morning, the Silver Bomb secured on the property, Sam drove the
traditionally-dressed youths in his Jeep beyond Schweinfurt and upriver to
Hassfurt on the Main.  (There he would meet them at 1600 hours [4:00 pm] on
the seventh day.)  The pretty little town lay on the north bank of the
twisting river that separated two heavily forested upland areas, the
Steigerwald [-wald = forest] and the Hasseberge.  Wuerzburg and Tieferwald
lay to the southwest.  Between it and the Zone border lay little more than
forests and slowly rising hills.  Who could blame those who feared living
any closer to the Russian Bear?  On another day, they might have paused and
enjoyed some of the town's sights, including the most important heraldic
monument in all Germany.  Today, however, was another day, and they soon
hoisted their backpacks and hiked off into the forest.

By the time the afternoon had passed, they were hot and weary, for it was
August and they had not yet gotten used to their heavy packs or fallen into
that steady, comfortable pace that takes a little time to develop.
Stopping around 1800 hours (6:00 pm), they set up their tent-half, built a
fire, and cooked a pleasant meal.  Soon time to turn in, they fell asleep
almost before they mumbled "Good night."

Feeling great, they arose with the sun.  Over his breakfast coffee, Rolf
had a few suggestions for his friend.  "Andy," he said, "I haven't seen one
sign of anyone for several miles - and, in any case, we'd have heard them
had they been in the area.  It's going to be hotter today than it was
yesterday.  What say we tuck our clothes into our backpacks and hike
comfortably?"  "Good idea, Rolf," Andreas answered.  "Let's do it!"
"Second suggestion," Rolf continued, "I have some real fun things planned
for you - for us! - on this trip, but you need to get used to them
gradually if we're going to avoid making you uncomfortable.  As we hike,
have you any objection to wearing a couple of the toys you had me bring
from the dungeon?"  "No problem," Andy answered, "you're directing this
extravaganza!"  "Finally," Rolf grinned, "I brought along a new
light-weight super-camera.  I'm tired of pics posed against a black screen.
I'd love for each of us to take informal shots of the other...until we
return to civilization that is," he added quickly.  "If I give you my word
of honor as your best friend that no one else will ever see them, would you
take photos with me...and have fun doing it?"  Realizing that he was going
to be naked for a few days, that in his view Rolf had reacted properly to
the Baron's turning over pictures to the porn gang, and that it did 'kinda
turn him on,'" he looked up, grinned at Rolf, and simply said, "Yeah!"
"Ok, Andy, you have my word," Rolf replied seriously.

As Andy tucked the last of his clothes into his pack, Rolf came over with
the canvas case.  "I've got a few things for you," he said, drawing four
objects from the case.  "First, here's a two-part metal ball weight and
stretcher...brand new from Koblenz!  It's heavier than the leather and
small weights, but it snaps on and tightens only to the degree that it's
comfortable.  Also, there's no having to draw your cock and balls through
an opening which, in your case, presents one hell of a problem," he added
with a leer.  "Secondly, when I poke it into you - which I fully intend to
do tonight - I need more slack than I can create with my fingers."
"Promises...  promises," Andy muttered sarcastically.  Ignoring him, Rolf
continued.  "Here's another new item right out of Koblenz, a metal butt
plug.  It also weighs a bit and, even better, it's polished as smooth as
glass!  I've seen both work and I can promise you that they really do the
trick.  Finally, I have two little cosmetic items, first, a two-part
chrome-plated cock band, slightly less than 1-inch (2.54 cm) wide and,
secondly, one studded slave collar.  You need to learn your place,
especially in the presence of one whose ancestors defeated the best the
Romans could throw at them.  More seriously (he grinned), I think you'll
like the effect - and, Andy, you'll be used to all four within a few hours.
Ok?"  Andy shoot his head in mock bewilderment and said, "Ok, oh mighty
Baron, put 'em on!"  Occasionally adding a little lube - and trembling in
his excitement - Rolf did just that.

Andy stretched tentatively.  Well, the slave collar was giving him no
trouble, but the other new toys felt...odd.  The ball stretcher was not
light and really drew his balls down low in their sack.  In fact, the sack
itself rode noticeably lower.  The new butt plug felt heavy and reached
inside his guts almost to his belly button!  The cock ring also felt
strange, for he had never worn one that wide.  The effect was to slightly
lift his long, thick cock until he looked as if he had a semi-hard-on even
when he didn't!  'Oh, hell,' he muttered to himself.  'I agreed.  Shut up,
Andy boy, and just do it!  It'll work out ok - as long as I can find a way
to stride without crushing my balls...or getting them caught between my
knees!'  (Andy moaned in self-pity at the very thought!)

Their leave-taking from the first night's camp was something of a "Beauty
and the Beast" affair.  It is difficult to believe how two young men could
present such a picture of sheer masculine beauty.  It was as if two forest
gods had forgiven Germany and returned with blessings.  On the other hand,
Andreas's figure also showed some problems.  For instance, he was finding
it difficult to walk, for his lengthened scrotum kept getting in the way -
and the railroad spike that was up his ass lent a certain stiffness to his
entire lower body.  Nevertheless, he finally proceeded haltingly and,
before long, was moving right along...as long as he concentrated!  Well
before the lunch stop, however, Andy's muscles were beginning to manage the
added baggage and he was feeling much more comfortable.

 As the youngsters sat eating their bread and cheese and dipping their feet
in a small stream that flowed through the meadow, Rolf suddenly saw one
magnificent picture, a side view of Andy as he rested in the softy dappled
shade of a giant oak.  Relaxed and framed by large oak leaves, his pose was
absolutely Grecian (perhaps "Teutonic" is a better word) as he peered
meditatively into the water and gracefully dipped one foot.  Holding his
camera up for permission, Andy grinned and nodded positively.  (That shot
turned out to be one of the most dramatic of the entire trip.)  Rolf took a
few other shots before Andy received a few minutes instruction and began
taking a few of his own.  Rolf thought that he was acting as if he had a
pretty good eye.  "By the way, Andy, I'm still able to get our pics
developed and printed privately.  We need not worry."  "Good...and thanks,
Rolfie!" his friend replied.  "I'm not worried - and you don't have to ask
permission in the future."

The afternoon's hike was long and difficult, but before it was over, the
lads were moving along at nearly their normal pace, Andy showing no ill
effects from his new equipment. Later that evening, they lay on a tarp
spread on comfortable grass beds, the fire just outside their shelter
reduced to embers.  As instructed, Andy had removed the stretcher and the
plug for the night - but not the cock band or the slave collar.  A
spectacular moon had arisen and was casting quite a bit of light down
through the forest canopy that towered above them.  Rolf suddenly turned to
his friend, saying, "Andy, I've got to ask your permission."  "Why,
Rolfie?" he asked.  "That new camera has a flash and you can take a picture
whenever you want."  "No, Andy, I need to ask permission to do something
else."  Andy thought about that for a minute before he suddenly realized
what Rolf might have on his mind.  Turning towards him, he kissed him
lovingly and put his hand in back of Rolf's neck.  "I love you, very best
friend - and I am yours tonight."  As if suddenly moistened, Rolf's eyes
glistened as he bent down and passionately kissed the man whom he had loved
from the very first day he had come to The House.  Andy moved his hand down
to the youngster's broad back and drew him to his chest.

Lying on his back, his arm bent beneath his neck and Rolf sleeping beside
him, Andy lay thinking in the wee hours of the night about what had
happened.  There were so many impressions!  They seemed to be flowing
together almost kaleidoscopically.  God, he had loved the feeling of bare
flesh against bare flesh - no hair to get in your way, everything more
sensitive, more open to your tongue...your fingers.  It was beautiful!  And
how about Rolfie?  A tear of joy ran down his face as he realized that
there had been no lack of emotion, no lack of tenderness and, God knows, no
lack of meaning.  How different from his spring trip to Frankfurt when he
had felt little love and would just as soon have coupled with a sea turtle.
And man, man, Rolfie was BIG!  His canal was already stretched considerably
by the new butt plug, but Andy swore that he felt every vein on Rolfie's
cock, every little blemish.  The ridge at the base of his corona had
scraped him as he had been taken.  Remembering, he shivered and his
still-sensitive cock whispered seductively for him to touch it.
Furthermore, Rolfie had obviously learned a few tricks in recent months -
and some of them were well worth remembering!  Above all, however, he
remembered the feeling of love, of deep caring...and of being cared for.
As his cock twitched in protest - but, despite the cock band, finally
subsided - he lightly kissed Rolfie's forehead, turned over, and soon fell
asleep.

As the boys munched appreciatively on a U.S. Army breakfast, an ebullient
young Baron mentioned that this would have to be their last full day's
hiking towards the northeast.  Going further would take them into the
Soviet Zone...and that was not a very good idea for man or beast.  "By the
way, Beast, how are you feeling this morning?"  (He seemed to have noticed
that Andy had resumed his stretcher and plug.)  "I can't believe it,
Rolfie!" his friend answered.  "I feel absolutely great!  I'm not only
comfortable again, but I feel invigorated... stronger!  Maybe it was the
muscles that managed to compensate, but I think it must have been that
medicine that you injected into me last night."  "Medicine?" Rolf muttered
- and then blushed slightly before he grinned goofily and said that it had
been the best sex that he had ever had.  "Oh, come on, Big Rolf.  The way
you took me was awesome...just plain awesome.  I do have to warn you,
however, that you are creating a monster!"  "And you think that bothers
me?" Rolf mumbled before getting up to begin clean-up and prepare to get
back on the trail.

As they neared the last sighting where they could be reasonably sure they
were still within the western Zone, the handsome youths gasped with
pleasure as they suddenly entered a good-sized clearing in the forest.  A
small sparkling stream ran along one side.  Over towards the other stood a
magnificent group of German Oaks that brought a glimmer to Rolf's camera
eye.  "Andy," Rolf exclaimed excitedly, "We've got a little photography to
do.  Thank God it's only 1500 hours (3:00 pm).  We need to wash up, but put
your equipment back on afterwards.  Ok?"  Within a half hour or so, the
boys had thoroughly washed and were back by their backpacks.  Slinging a
thick coil of rope over his shoulder and grabbing both his camera and a
couple of other small objects, Rolf directed Andreas over towards a large
boulder that stood well in front of the copse of oaks.  Walking behind his
friend, he couldn't help but notice his muscular cheeks flexing as they led
the way or the way that the sun glinted off the prominent muscles of his
back.  He also noticed for the first time that Andy had developed an
absolutely superb tan.  'Oh, Andy,' he thought, 'everything about you is so
fuckin' beautiful!'  "Ok, Andy we're going to stop here and get a picture
of the two of us together."  "Yeah, and who's taking it, a ghost?" his
friend asked scornfully.  "Nope, this camera has what's called a 'delayed
shutter.'  I click it and have time to get over to you before it clicks.
Neat, yeah?"  As Andreas grimaced in surprise, Rolf told him to take a
position in front of him..."One step to the right...  Yeah, THERE!"...set
the picture up, placed the camera on the boulder, clicked a button, and ran
over to stand beside his friend.  "Smile for the birdie," he whispered just
before the shutter clicked.  (Naturally, they had to repeat the process a
couple of times before the photographer was satisfied, but it was just
plain fun after a rigorous hike.)

Reaching the Oaks, each boy took a few photos of the other, including
pictures as one or the other climbed into a tree and otherwise goofed off.
Finally, Rolf called a halt and cackled randily that it was "Special Photo"
time!  Telling Andreas to remove his stretcher, he walked over to an
ancient tree.  "You are about to merge with the greatest symbol of the
Fatherland," he intoned solemnly as Andy joined him.  "Stand with your back
against that Oak...arms backwards, held wide and down!" he commanded.
Swiftly, he attached a cuff to one of his friend's wrists, stretched the
light glass rope that connected the cuffs around the back of the tree, and
attached the second cuff to the boy's other wrist.  "Ok, Teutonic Warrior,
you've been captured by the Romans.  Writhe in pain, but let your face show
your German pride...your determination not to say a word!"  Rolf got
several pictures that he was sure would turn out to be classics.  "Let's
move on to the next step," he continued.  At that, he took the coil of rope
and began lashing Andy securely to the great Oak, making sure that his legs
were bound sufficiently far apart to allow his long sack to hang down
loosely between his heavily muscled thighs.  Again calling for some
"barbarian pain," and chortling as he noted that Andy's cock had risen and
thrust forward, red and dripping, between the ropes, he added a few more
"classics" to the collection.  "Well, old boy, I think that thing will go
down in an hour or two - even with that shiny cock band - so I guess I'll
take off and have a bite of supper!"  As he turned and walked away, Andy
shouted, "Get back here, you bastard!  If you don't get me out of this NOW,
you can't even BEGIN to figure out what I'll do to you!"  Giggling, Rolf
returned and freed his friend - even though his cock DIDN'T soften during
supper!  Rolf finally took mercy on him, crawled over, and accepted the
unpleasant "duty" of sucking him off.

As darkness fell, the Baron turned to Andy and begged!  "Andy, I've just
got to get a few more...  different...shots of you and that damned, magic
tree.  Help!"  His long-suffering comrade groaned and muttered something
nasty about "crazy Frankfurt perverts," but finally relented.  Reaching the
great Oak, the boys built a roaring fire at a safe distance in the
clearing.  When the muscular young man was once again ready to display his
"Teutonic pride, disdain...and tortured agony," Rolf took a long series of
shots from different angles in the flickering firelight.  Moving in for
some close-ups with the flash, he added some spectacular photos of Andy's
face, bulging pecs, distended neck muscles, some dirty sweat trickling down
his taut brown stomach, Andy's red, rock-hard cock (that he freed in order
that it could jut upwards over the ropes), and his long scrotum with its
swollen balls that hung deep between his thighs.  The naked Rolf was just
about over the edge himself as he heard an unfamiliar voice call out from
behind a tree.


(To Be Continued)


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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Although I generally hate "cliff hangers," I couldn't avoid
one this time.  Part 25 that concludes the story of Andreas and Rolf's
hiking and camping trip will be along in just a few days.  Enjoy!
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