Date: Sat, 25 Sep 2004 15:04:54 -0400
From: carl5de@netscape.net
Subject: OUT OF THE RUBBLE - 25

OUT OF THE RUBBLE - 25

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 25

(Revisiting the End of Part 24)

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.

(Continuing Our Story: "Into the Hasseberge," concluded)

"Boys, the scenery is absolutely fantastic, but I really wouldn't do what
you're doing.  The border in this part of the mountains is generally
unmarked - and the Soviet patrols aren't really all that careful about
where they're walking.  Between the big fire and the flashes, you're likely
to attract some of those bastards.  I promise that they would have some fun
with you before they let you go - if they ever did...alive, that is."

A bearded giant of a man dressed in a faded shirt and worn trousers -
probably in his mid 40s - stepped out into the light.  "I'm Gunther," he
announced, "and I mean you no harm."  Turning towards Rolf, he added, "Why
don't you free your friend and then we can put out the fire and talk for a
spell."

Seated around the (small) fire over at their camp, the boys looked
inquiringly - but, instinctively, without fear - at the giant.  Although
they concealed personal details, they did tell him about their trip.
Increasingly comfortable himself, Gunther told them that he came from Jena.
"Jena!" Andy burst out, "Isn't that..."  "Yep, it's in the Soviet Zone,"
Gunther admitted.  "Well, why are you over here?" Rolf asked.  "That's
simple," the giant mumbled as he scratched his large belly, "those bastards
won't let us be.  Over there, Hitler's old law about homosexuality is still
the official gospel.  No trips to Buchenwald, no pink triangles...they just
shoot us.  Two of my friends were shot last month."  (Andreas and Rolf
looked at each other and shrugged.  No use denying it...  He knew.)  "We
come over here across the relatively open border in these parts to get away
from them...and have a little fun.  Sadomasochismus... S&M...you know?"
"Sadomasochism?" Andy asked.  "Yeah," Gunter grinned, "but at our age - and
I'm the young pup of the litter - it's a hell of a lot more about fun than
pain!  Say (his eyes lighting perceptibly), would you be at all interested
in joining us for a session?  Over a couple of nights, the gang has been
filtering across the border for this month's event...tomorrow night...'S&M
Down on the Farm'," he announced proudly.  I promise that nothing bad will
happen to you - my friends just aren't that way - and you can say 'Halt'
whenever you want to.  You guys are not only built like brick shit houses,
but you're so good lookin' that my friends would be really excited.  You
might have a real different experience...in a completely safe spot."
"Gunther," Andy said, "do you mind if Rolf and I talk privately for a few
minutes?"  "Nope," Gunther allowed, "talk away."

Some distance away, Rolf sputtered, "Are you crazy, Andy?  It could be
dangerous!"  Andy calmly responded, "I don't think Gunther's dangerous...to
us.  Do you...really?"  "Maybe not," Rolf responded, but S&M?  Hey, my
dungeon was bad enough when Papa Otto really got rolling, but I've been in
some places in Cologne...and Munich..."  "Well, Andy responded, I think I'm
willing to take a chance on Gunther's telling us the truth when he said
that for them it was more fun than pain."  "That's something else, Andy!
Some REALLY old men...you know, some grayhairs...some grandfather
types...may not excite me, but they aren't going to bother me either.  How
about you?  Can you handle that?"  "I don't know, Rolfie, but, shit,
doesn't the idea of a really new experience kinda turn you on?"  Rolf
looked at his chum incredulously.  "You're serious!  Mein Gott, why didn't
I pick ein Schaf [a sheep] as my very best friend?" he moaned.  Andy didn't
say a word. Rolf looked at him.  Andy still didn't say a word.  "Ok, ok,
Andy, I'll go along with this craziness...for you," he added.  "Just
remember that I warned you!"  Actually, he was just being Rolf and looked
forward to the evening just about as much as Andy!

Returning to the fire, Andy told Gunther that they had decided to accept
his invitation.  "Good! the giant exclaimed.  "You have my personal word
that you'll be perfectly safe, completely in control of what happens, and
can expect to have a fantastic ride!  I'll pick you up just as it gets dark
tomorrow night.  It's warm...no clothes other than your boots.  Oh, and you
might bring your rope and any personal equipment," he added happily.  "If
it's ok with you, Rolf, I'll carry your camera and take some pictures for
you."  He added with a smile that he was an excellent photographer.  As he
stood and prepared to leave, Gunther looked down at the sitting youngsters
and grinned.  "Would you enjoy my showing you one little trick?"  Given
their enthusiastic acceptance, he asked if he might have a little grease,
told the boys to lie down on their backs, and smeared the grease generously
over the front sides of their bodies.  Then commanding them to stand, face
each other, and press against each other, he first adjusted their swelling
cocks so that they stood vertically between them - and then tightly lashed
their bodies together...from their shoulders to their ankles!  "Ok, boys,
have fun!  See you tomorrow night!" he chuckled - and disappeared into the
darkness.

Cussing up a storm, Rolf and Andy managed to shuffle their feet until they
were able to fall over on the tarp that covered their thick grass beds.
Changing positions minutely, they tried to gradually get some movement
going between their bodies.  They succeeded, but the movement caused was
not exactly what they had intended!  As their cocks slid against each
other, the boys began to pant...then to grunt...and then to moan until
their bodies spasmed simultaneously and added a substantial layer of goo to
the grease that separated them.  Actually, it was the movement caused by
their orgasms that launched them on an even more productive road!  First,
they found that the spasms slightly loosened the ropes.  That plus the new
layer of fresh goo allowed even more body movement.  Suddenly, Andy
realized that the ropes didn't immobilize either his or Rolf's necks.
Telling Rolf to lift his chin as far as possible, he reached down with his
teeth and attempted to undo one of the knots at the very top of his
friend's chest.  The knot fell apart almost immediately.  "Rolf," he
murmured, "these knots were not only placed in a convenient place, but they
were never meant to hold.  It's almost as if what has happened was
planned...step by step!"  "Stop talking, Andreas, and get me the hell out
of here!" Rolf muttered.  Within about an hour, the boys were free and
cleaning themselves off.

By morning, Rolf had recovered his good humor, the boys had gotten some
needed rest, and there was a new day to enjoy - and an evening to look
forward to!  Nothing very strenuous went on.  After pulling some grass
clumps to clean up a few blobs of grease off rocks that they had missed in
the dark the night before, they enjoyed splashing in the stream.  In fact,
they got some excellent water shots, both with and without the
shutter-delay button.  Although they did enjoy a game of tag in early
afternoon, they essentially took it easy.  Tonight should be interesting
and then it was another three days of slightly easier hiking to reach
Hassfurt.

As the last signs of twilight faded and it was suddenly dark, Gunther
appeared silently out of the surrounding forest.  "Ah!  Good for you,
gentlemen!  I see that you discovered the way to solve my little puzzle!"
"Didn't discover anything," Rolf mumbled just a bit sullenly.  "It just
happened."  "Well," the gentle giant replied brightly, that's one advantage
of being young, yes?  Good things can just happen!"

For nearly 40 minutes they hiked through the pitch-black darkness of the
forest.  Occasionally, one or another would be switched by a branch, but,
all things considered, Gunther proved to be an excellent guide.  Suddenly,
they found themselves at a long-deserted farm.  Only the barn, a fenced
paddock, a smaller enclosure that included a trough, and a shed remained,
and newly grown trees pressed in upon them from every side.  (Indeed, one
wall of the shed had already buckled under the continuing pressure of an
expanding tree trunk.)  Mimicking the cry of a forest bird with which both
boys were familiar and hitting the door of the barn twice with the open
palm of his hand, the travelers waited until the door was slowly opened.
It was as dark inside as the interior of a coffin!  Not until they had
entered and what Andy took to be wall coverings had been replaced were two
lanterns lit.  The two groups stood facing each other.


Gunther was indeed the "young pup of the litter."  Of the eight men who
faced the two youngsters, all but Gunther were clearly in either their late
50s or early 60s.  Gray hair abounded; their physical condition varied
widely.  All were naked; most sported cock rings; quite a few wore nipple
clamps.  Suddenly, everyone relaxed and began talking and introducing
themselves to their young guests.  It didn't take Andy long to determine
that this was a group of professional men - and, he suspected, men of good
will.  Maybe, like him, they just wanted to be themselves.  The last of the
group who came over to Andy to introduce himself was a delightfully
gracious elder named Amos.  After talking for a moment, he inquired about
Andy's cock band.  "I've never seen anything like it before," he said.
"It's beautiful!  Would it disturb you if I examined it, even if I touched
you in the process?"  "No, mein Herr" [sir], Andy answered.  Please do."
The old gentleman bent down, cupped one hand under Andreas's balls and
placed the fingers of the second on the cock band.  (Incidentally, of
course, his palm simultaneously rested on the lad's long cock, raised as it
was by the band!  As his fingers moved . . .)  "Thank you, you are an
exquisitely handsome young man," the elder said politely.  "I hope we have
further contact before we both have to leave."

A distinguished looking and remarkably well-built member of the group
finally called for order, welcoming all, and noting that the announced
program titled, "S&M Down on the Farm" had been modified to take advantage
of their guests' "special gifts."  He then asked Rolf and Andreas if they
were ready for his friends to "share a few enjoyable moments."  "Don't
forget," he continued, "You may say, "Halt!" at any time - and no one will
think any less of you for it.  You are our valued guests and we delight in
your being with us."  After looking at Rolf, Andy answered with a firm,
"Jawohl, meine Herren!" ["Yes, sir, gentlemen!"]

The ten-person group, laughing and joking with each other, moved over to
another part of the barn where two ENORMOUS wheels had been mounted
horizontally.  (Andy surmised that they must have been the two rear wheels
of a very early tractor.)  Asked to mount the wheels and lie on their
backs, the boys found that their hands and feet just reached the outside
edge of the wheels.  Swiftly, they were blindfolded and their widespread
wrists and ankles were tightly bound to the rims.  A secondary rope secured
their waists.  At a nodded command, four "regulars" began to spin each
wheel.  Andy was thoroughly dizzy within two or three minutes - but the
best was yet to come!  As the wheels continued to spin, the members of each
"team" reached over and began lightly to stroke its occupant...in every
conceivable spot on the front of their bodies.  Within another minute,
Andy's cock was rock-hard and turning red.  Moreover, that damned cock band
was going to prevent any sudden collapse!

The wheels stopped and the reeling youngsters, their cocks still at maximum
thrust, were led out to the paddock.  Through still-trembling eyelids, they
beheld a large and quite beautiful stallion.  (Gunther whispered that
"Hercules" was on loan from a friend.) Asked by the moderator if they rode
- particularly if they rode bareback - both youngsters answered that they
did and, further, that their leg muscles were in top shape.  "So we have
observed," the moderator said with obvious pleasure.  Rolf was helped up in
front; Andreas, directly behind him.  "Young men," the moderator called,
"Using your knees as pivots, bend your bodies forward."  (Neither youth had
the slightest problem with the movement.)  Another man came over to the
lads, inserted a goodly amount of lube into Rolf's anal canal and heavily
greased Andy's cock.  He then guided Andy's weapon into his friend.  Again,
there was no problem.  "Very well, pivot back!" the moderator commanded.
Rolf and Andy did as they were ordered, albeit with a Herculean grunt as
Andy's cock penetrated well into Rolf's canal.  "Now, Hercules, trot!"  The
beast did exactly as he was ordered, and Andy and Rolf were off on the ride
of their lives.  Every movement of Hercules as he trotted in a circular
pattern around the paddock either caused Andy's cock to go deeper into Rolf
or to retract.  Just holding on with their legs, their chests rising and
falling painfully, their heads thrown back with open mouths gasping for
air, Andy's moans began to sound dangerously musical.  Riding on the wind,
at the very edge of their control, the moderator suddenly yelled,
"Hercules, canter!"  That did it!  As Hercules broke into a gallop, Andy
and Rolf - screaming their bloody heads off - exploded simultaneously!
When Hercules puffed to a stop, the boys were lifted down by their now
adoring fans.  Praises filled the air; laudatory pats and strokes fell upon
Andy and Rolf.  They kinda liked it.

As the boys walked back into the barn, they "accidentally" stepped into
separate padded rope traps and were hoisted into the air upside down.
"Well, how did that happen?" the moderator asked innocently as his
membership snickered.  "Let's do something useful," he ordered.  Rough
cloths immediately appeared and were used to wipe the cum, the sweat, and
the dirt from the youthful, muscular bodies that hung upside down like
well-trimmed sides of beef.

"You boys have got to take a rest," Gunther said, after they had been
rescued from their fate as prime beef.  "Come over here and lie down on
your stomachs on these benches."  Relaxing on what now felt like feather
beds, the boys were not exactly surprised when their arms, legs, and waists
were abruptly lashed to heavy ringbolts set into the floor below.  (Again,
the ropes were substantially padded.)  As Gunther left the barn, another
member stood between them and softly told that they would now be rubbed
down with a compound beloved of eastern Germans.  It would surely remove
any soreness from their muscles.  Blindfolded, the young men felt hands
gently rubbing a thick, viscous substance into every nook and cranny on the
reverse sides of their bodies.  "I want you to know," the soft voice
returned, "that Gunther once had a farm up in these hills - on this side of
the border.  A Soviet patrol stumbled across it and murdered his entire
family while he was buying feed down in Hassfurt.  He will introduce you to
his one remaining pet.  To be sure, his pet is loving and perfectly safe,
but you should not move until Gunther has removed him from the barn."  Not
able to see a thing, the trembling boys heard the barn door squeak open and
more than one person enter.  It's probably a good thing that they couldn't
see, for Gunther was accompanied by an enormous, albeit aged, bruin.  As
they approached, Andy didn't have to see it.  After all, he was from the
deep forests of Slovakia - and he knew a bear when he SMELLED one!  "Rolf,
stay real still.  Your life may depend on it!" he whispered.  "Shush!" the
soft voice commanded.  As the loud rustling, clumping, scratching sounds
came closer, Gunther began speaking in a somewhat sing-song voice.  "Yes,
Bruno, that's a good boy.  Come over here and get something good!"
('Bruno?' Andy thought...more than a little disoriented by his rising fear.
'It sure as hell doesn't smell like Bruno to me!  Somebody's gotta shower
more often!')  Sniffing loudly as aged olfactory powers began to pick up
the scent of his beloved honey, Bruno responded.  Emitting a unique humming
sound, he lowered his enormous head and tentatively licked Andy's rump.
Obviously liking what he tasted, he worked his rough tongue deep into
Andy's crack.  "Please, God," Andy began to pray silently.  Suddenly, Bruno
snorted and emitted a low growl.  He had finally caught the smell of honey
on Rolf's body.  Poor Rolf.  For a good half hour, Bruno licked every
square inch of his reverse side.  Returning to Andy, he began vigorously to
lick the lad's perineum.  Though Bruno whimpered and whined pitifully - and
even snarled once - Gunther decided that it was time to depart and led his
pet out of the barn.  Andy and Rolf were immediately released from their
bonds and cleansed with soapy water, cloths, and eager hands.  As their
hearts slowly returned to their normal rhythms and their heads cleared,
they looked up from the benches and weakly grinned at their eastern
colleagues.  All eight of them broke into heartfelt applause.

After the group had rested, taken refreshment, and enjoyed a pleasant
conversation, including some interesting details about life in the eastern
Zone, the moderator resumed his responsibilities.  A large tray was placed
on a table before the boys.  "We thought you might enjoy learning a bit
more about the vegetables grown in eastern Germany," he said, smiling
professorially.  He then uncovered the tray, disclosing an enormous Gurke
[cucumber], an even larger Eierfrucht [eggplant], several ears of Mais
[corn], and assorted root and leaf vegetables.  "These, gentlemen, are the
glories of eastern German agriculture.  Thus, the prize for our challenge,
should you care to accept it, also represents the zenith of our culture."
He held up a large red and yellow medal from which glared the face of Karl
Marx!  "My friend, Petr, who comes from Karl-Marx-Stadt [Karl Marx City;
previously and since reunion the city of Chemnitz] will explain further."

"The challenge, dear Andreas and Rolf, is first to 'ingest' the Gurke and
then a second vegetable of our choice.  Not wishing to insult or bore you
by suggesting that you merely eat it, you will guess that we require
another, more 'interesting' approach," he added delicately.  Are there any
questions or contestants?"  Andy looked over at Rolf who, after 'ingesting'
Andy aboard Hercules, was clearly disinterested.  Ever open to a
"challenge," mindful of western pride...and feeling rather horny, Andy
signaled his acceptance.  (After all, SOMEONE must act honorably in such
situations!)  After meticulously lubing the huge cucumber, Petr indicated
that Andy should lie across his lap, resting his hands on he floor.  With
dramatic sighs of pleasure, the old gentleman thoroughly prepared Andy for
the task ahead.  The preparation completed, two men gripped either side of
the cucumber and approached Andy as he lay on Petr's lap.  Expressing only
a slight gasp as his anal muscles were breached, the young German from
Slovakia inhaled...and did his duty.  Cheers filled the barn, cheers that
quickly turned to shouts of protest when Petr gestured for several ears of
corn.  "Nein!"  "Nein!"  "Unser Junge hat gewonnen!"  "Geben Sie ihm die
dumme Medaille!"...und so weiter. ["No!" "No!"  "Our boy has won!"  "Give
him the stupid medal!"...and so forth.]

"Young gentlemen," the distinguished moderator said - once order had been
restored - we have a lot of fun at these meetings.  In fact, they are also
something of a "light in the window" for us, a light that proves we are
still alive...and that there is still hope for Life.  You will not believe
the pleasure that your presence has given us.  We glory in your youth.  We
salute your spirit.  We thank you from the bottom of our hearts!"  (Cheers
greeted his statements.)  Our formal, if modified, program is over.
Andreas and Rolf, please understand that it is not safe for us to see each
other too often.  Further, we come from throughout the eastern Zone.
Hence, rather than engage in sad goodbyes or mourn lost brothers, we end
our gatherings by sharing our love.  You are free to join us.  If you
prefer, Gunther will return you to your camp with our love.  Vielen Dank,
meine Lieben!" ["Many thanks, my dear ones!"].

The group began to pair up and move to stalls that lined two walls of the
barn.  Andy watched Rolf walk off arm in arm with the moderator.  Turning,
he saw Amos - who earlier had so admired his cock band - looking at him
sadly from across the room.  The young man smiled and reached out his arm.

Entering a open stall, Andy was DETERMINED to show this good man all of the
affection he could muster.  He was a bit taken aback when Amos responded
with passion!  'So...' the lad muttered to himself.  Amos seemed determined
not to go beyond what the youth was willing to offer, but when Andy "opened
up" a bit, he took it just a little further.  In fact, he slowly,
tentatively began to take command.  His hands and lips explored every part
of the beautiful young body; his tongue dueled Andy's to a draw.  When the
boy felt his cock rising and inhaled, Amos sucked demandingly on his thick
throat while his hand reached down to caress the lad's hardening pole.
Licking his way down Andy's body, he swirled his tongue around the majestic
corona before tonguing his long scrotum and gently inhaling his balls.  His
eyes opening wide with pleasure, Andy's body began to tense and a soft,
musical moan began to escape his trembling lips.  "Andreas," the man
whispered, "I want you in me."  "I'm terribly large when I get this
excited, sir," Andy replied.  "Don't worry, lovely one," Amos breathed.
Producing some lube from beside the pallet, he thickly coated the boy's
cock, handed Andy the tube, and turned over on his stomach.  "Amos, if you
don't mind, I want to remember something very beautiful.  Would you be
comfortable turning over so that I can see you...and love you?"  Actually
blushing, Amos turned over and helped Andy raise his legs onto his broad
shoulders.  Not easily - for Andreas was big - two MEN (Forget the age
difference!) made love...kissing, thrusting, moaning, gasping, and finally
cumming with spasms that shook their bodies.  Lying on the pallet
afterwards, Amos grinned as he reached up and flicked Andy's nose.

It wasn't easy saying goodbye to their new friends, but it was time.  Back
at the camp, Gunther returned Rolf's camera - plus three rolls of exposed
film.  "You won't find many faces in there - other than your own," the
gentle giant allowed, "but you understand."  "You did get a picture of
Bruno, didn't you, Gunther?" Andy asked.  Gunther allowed that he had taken
pictures of everything."  "Good, Andy snickered, "I want to introduce our
Bruno to his cousin!"  "Which twin has the heavier fur coat?" Rolf laughed.
Neither boy was laughing, however, as they fell into a group hug with
Gunther.  Honest men aren't all that easy to find - and they knew of the
tragedy that has befallen his family.  "Take care of Bruno!  Take care of
yourself, Gunther!" they yelled as he disappeared back into the forest.

The return hike wasn't all that bad, which was pretty much what they had
expected.  The many downhill sections allowed them to move along smartly.
The two nights were fun.  On the first, Rolf brought out the last of his
toys, a thick "double-dong."  "What in hell is that, Rolfie?" Andreas had
asked on first seeing the monster.  "Well, it's kinda like a dildo, only
two people use it at the same time," Rolf explained.  "Ah so," Andy
grinned.  Actually, it worked!  Rolf got it lubed and started inserting it
into his friend. He then backed up until his anus slipped onto the other
end.  The most difficult problem, naturally, involved getting a rhythm
going that would result in the thick toy's driving first into one youngster
and then into the other, but they finally got it.

On the last night, Andy took the driver's seat, even though he would have
preferred his friend to pound the hell out of him.  (On that variable, he
would be happy to be back with Sam who actually preferred to top.)  As they
left camp for Hassfurt on the morning of the seventh day, both boys found
it very difficult to contemplate returning to civilization.  Reluctantly,
Andreas removed his ball weight & stretcher, as well as his butt plug and
slave collar, cleaned and packed them away, and donned the traditional
hiking outfit that Rolf had brought from Frankfurt.  They emerged from the
woods at about 1500 hours (3:00 pm) just a short distance from the first
houses of the town.  Turning back, remembering their new friends who lived
to the east, the two youngsters gazed at the forest-covered Hasseberge,
rising in waves towards the Soviet Zone frontier.  They stood dreamily,
arms around the other's shoulders.  Heavily tanned, Andy's hair bleached to
a light blond, Rolf's to a less intense black - and, if anything, more
tightly muscular than when they had left - they felt on top of the world.
"Super hike, Andy," Rolf allowed.  "Yeah, a real super hike!" Andy agreed.


(To Be Continued)