Date: Wed, 6 Oct 2004 01:40:37 -0400
From: carl5de@netscape.net
Subject: OUT OF THE RUBBLE - 28

OUT OF THE RUBBLE - 28

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 28

(Revisiting the End of Part 27)

After talking with Franz and Genevieve and making sure that they really
wanted his help, Sam arranged for full pre-natal care for Genevieve.  She
did say that she wasn't completely happy with her foster family, but she
wanted to continue living there.  Sam further promised the two youngsters
that he would work on several possibilities for the baby.  Each would be
discussed with them - and the choice would be theirs.

(Continuing Our Story: Life's Milestones)

     Franz and Genevieve

Deciding that the less formality the better, Sam had Genevieve arrange for
her foster family to "visit friends" in order that he could meet with the
youngsters in familiar surroundings.  After warm greetings, Sam got right
down to work.  "As I understand it, you reject abortion for religious
reasons and, due to Auschwitz, a kinship adoption is impossible.  Do I have
it right?"  "Yes," Genevieve and Franz answered nervously.

"First, let me tell you that you are not in Nazi Germany where a pregnancy
could be terminated or a child killed without so much as a word to the
parents.  That's the type of thing we came here to stop, you know.
Actually, I have located two solid possibilities for your baby - and,
perhaps, even a third.  Thanks to the U.S. Army working in cooperation with
German authorities, I have information for you on all three.  As best we
have been able to determine - though we've only had a few weeks to work on
it - this information is true and accurate.  Tonight, I am going to
describe it to you.  There are, however, folders of documentation on each
possibility. You are free to examine all of this data.  Due to our privacy,
requirements, however, this can be done only at the City Administrative
Building downtown.  Don't worry.  You will have a private room in which you
can examine these materials, and you may come as often as you wish during
business hours.  My secretary has already been told that this is a private
matter and that records of your visits will not be kept.  Clear?"

Receiving nods of understanding, Sam moved on to the first possibility.
"The first family that would like to adopt your baby is located in
Nuremberg.  He's 43 and a doctor; his wife is 39.  They are both healthy
middle-aged people.  Due to his profession, he received a deferment during
the War, but he's been cleared by a Denatzification Board.  Economically,
they're financially secure; they have a very nice private home outside the
city.  There have one child, aged two.  Both of them are Catholic and state
that they feel strongly about the importance of their religion.  Do you
have questions that can't wait until I've finished my review?"

Receiving none, Sam moved on to the second possibility.  The second family
is located in Hamburg.  The man is 35, a business man in an industry that
will develop quickly once military controls have been removed; his wife is
33.  They, too, are healthy people - somewhat younger than the first pair.
After earning a university degree, he served honorably in the Kriegsmarine
[Navy] during the War.  In fact, he was one of the few men who survived the
sinking of the Bismarck.  They have a lovely new apartment in a part of the
city that is beginning to undergo reconstruction, and there is no problem
financially.  They are both declared Lutherans, but they do not appear to
be exceptionally active in their church.  They have no children.  Again,
any questions that cannot wait?  No?"

"Finally" - and this time it was Sam who nervously licked his lips and
attempted to suppress a tremor in his hand - "finally, there is a very
different kind of family.  Oh, dear God, I can't be 'professional' about
this," Sam exploded. It's Andy and I!"  Both Franz and Genevieve started,
looked at each other, and sat up straight on the couch.  "I'm sorry, Sam
continued when his heart moved back into place above his stomach.  I should
never have surprised you that way.  Would you prefer that I leave?  I could
tell Franz a bit more about the documents later."  "You are our friend,
Herr Direktor," Franz answered.  "At the very least, please continue with
your summary."

"Ok," Sam continued, wondering how he had ever allowed himself to get into
this situation, "Andy and I are gay.  He's 18, I'm 26, and we both look
forward to long, healthy lives.  When we were in America during the summer,
we pledged ourselves to each other for life.  Believe that we love each
other more than life itself.  When we return to America early next summer,
I shall assume a position with an international relief agency.  Unless I
miss my guess, Andy will enter one of America's finest universities in
September.  He has evidently decided to become a physician.  My parents who
live in Boston - and whom you will meet at Christmas when they visit
Tieferwald - are fine people, well-off financially, and a great source of
support for both of us.  Andy's family was murdered in the Slovakian
expulsion.  You know of my military service.  We both love people.  The
thought of having no children is something that we're not anxious to bear.
Your child would be surrounded by love; his or her every physical,
emotional, and social need would be met; and, in time, your child would be
offered an education that would prepare him or her to be a productive and
happy member of society.  Now, surely, there are questions."

Franz allowed that he only had one.  Wasn't the Nuremberg couple a bit old?
Sam answered that he had met with them personally and that he found both
the doctor and his wife vigorous, active and, generally, "good people."  In
any case, they had more than enough money to secure any extra care that was
needed.

Before seeing the documentation, Genevieve said she had three questions.
She noted that she was sure from speaking to Franz that they wouldn't
"push" homosexuality on their baby.  What, however, if the baby turned out
to be heterosexual?  After all, most human beings are.  How would they
react then?  Sam answered that the child would be treated in the same way
that straight youngsters were treated at DAS HAUS...with respect and with
support in the form of encouraged opportunities to develop relationships
with those of the opposite sex.  (Franz nodded vigorously in agreement,
though Genevieve looked as if she thought The House's approach might be
just a bit...loose.)  The young lady - for she had already shown herself to
be mature beyond her years - then asked about religion.  Sam readily
admitted that he was not an active Church-goer even though he had been
brought up as an Anglican.  For him, the heart of religion lay in how we
treat our fellow human beings - something, he added, that he felt was
central to Christianity.

Genevieve now looked at Sam curiously and broached her third question.
"How would such an 'adoption' be handled?"  Sam's heart sank again, for he
knew that he had to answer truthfully.  "I suspect you already know that
the law does not permit gay men or women to adopt a child in any country
with which I am familiar.  As far as I have been able to determine, there
is only one answer.  I would have to admit to being the father, which would
eventually make the baby an American citizen."  "Oh," Gretchen murmured.
Sam heard Franz grunt as if he had been hit in the stomach with a baseball
bat.

The meeting ended...properly.  Franz and Gretchen thanked Sam for
fulfilling his promise, and they stated that they would examine all sets of
documentation promptly.  As soon as possible, Sam would receive their
answer.  On his part, Sam promised to do his best to secure the answers to
any additional questions they might have.

     Blondi

When an exhausted young American named Sam walked in the door of DAS HAUS,
he was met by a thoroughly hyper young German named Andreas.  "How did it
go, husband?" Andy whispered.  "Well, I'm still wearing my head, but, Andy,
how I ever let you talk me into to putting myself through such torture is
beyond me!"  Piteously, he continued, "I am soaking wet, cold, and need a
stiff drink!"  Despite several guys in the vicinity, Andy lightly kissed
his beloved, helped him to remove his heavy outer coat, uniform coat, and
tie, and guided him towards a comfortable chair in the living room.

"Oh, there's something else!" Andy burbled.  "Why doesn't that surprise
me?" Sam replied with a sigh.  "Yeah!  Blondi's had her first litter - and
Frau Luisa says that both mother and pups are doing fine!"  "Good!" Sam
answered just a bit dryly, "If she'd gotten any bigger, I'd have had to put
a wheeled platform under the poor thing!"

"Four!" Wolfgang yelled as he skidded around the corner from the kitchen.
"Four! - and I've already got mine picked out!"  As Wolfgang skidded back
around the corner towards the kitchen and, presumably, Blondi and her
puppies, Sam could do no more than mumble, "Oh, yeah..."

"Hey, man, it's a GOOD OMEN!" Andy insisted.  "Life is bustin' out all
over!"  Sam rose, rolled his eyes back, looked up at the ceiling as if
imploring divine intervention, and gave his lover a soft clout to the side
of the head!

(Hans from Siebenbuergen [Transylvania])

Around 2300 hours (11:00 pm) that same evening, a knock was heard on Sam
and Andreas's door.  Recharging his batteries, Sam was stretched out on his
back in his khaki underwear with Andy draped over a goodly part of him.
"It's only me, Heinrich!" a voice came from the outside.  "Come on in,
Muscles," Sam called.  "Hi, guys," Heinrich said as he entered.  "Boss,
there's a guy downstairs at the door...our age...who says his name is
'Hans.'  He's asking for you."  "Ok, Heinrich, show him into my office,
tell him I'll be right down, and keep him entertained."  "Jawohl, Herr
Hausfuehrer!" ["Yes, sir, House Leader, sir!"] the high-spirited "duty
officer" barked and departed immediately.  "I think Heinrich's picking up
bad habits from you, Andy," Sam snickered as he got himself up off the bed
and put his shirt, pants, and shoes back on.  "Could be," Andy grunted.
"He's pretty smart."

Sam immediately entered his office where Heinrich introduced him to Hans.
The lad, filthy dirty, appeared to be a rather compact, good-looking if
slightly swarthy 14 year old with thick brown hair.  Telling Heinrich to
wait for him in the living room, he asked, "What brings you out on the road
at this hour, Hans?"  "Well, sir," the boy answered in highly accented
German, I've been on the road for weeks.  Those of my family whom the
Romanians didn't kill, were deported for slave labor by the Russkies.  As I
got closer to Germany, guys kept telling me that DAS HAUS was the only
place for a teenager to go."  "You mentioned 'Romania'," Sam interrupted.
"Is that where you're from?"  "Yeah," Hans replied, "I'm a 'Siebenbuergen
Saxon' from Hermannstadt [today's Sibiu, the historic center of Romania's
German minority since medieval times]."  "Siebenbuergen?" Sam asked.
"That's a new one on me.  Where is it?"  "I think you Americans call it
'Transylvania'; it's up in the northwest corner of Romania."  "You don't
fold your wings during the day and hang upside down, do you?" Sam asked,
trying a little humor.  "No, sir, although I'm not against sucking a little
blood on occasion!" Hans returned, clearly enjoying the repartee.  "Ok,
Hans, it's too late for us to talk at length.  I'm going to have our duty
officer, Heinrich, get you some food, help you to clean up, and find
someplace to sleep.  In the morning we'll talk.  Is that ok with you?"
"Yes, sir," Hans replied.  After Heinrich had led him away, Sam sat at his
desk for a moment or two.  'A cool little customer - and smart,' he thought
just before he trudged back upstairs.

"Who are the 'Siebenbuergen Saxons,' Andy?" he asked almost before he was
through the bedroom door.  "Well, you're familiar with the general eastward
movement of Germanic peoples from the early middle ages on," Andy replied.
He went on to say that the earliest areas to receive Teutonic emigrants
were naturally close by.  The Sudetenlanders and his people, the Slovakian
Germans, were among them.  Nevertheless, it didn't stop there.  In addition
to individual and family migration, there were several larger waves that
didn't really stop until they reached the Black Sea, the Baltic coast north
of East Prussia, and deep into the Soviet Union.  Two of the most important
were the "Siebenbuergen Saxons" and the "Danube Swabians".

The Saxons came early, Andy reported.  They settled in the inner curve of
the Transylvanian Alps in the 12th and 13th centuries and spilled out onto
the plain that merged into the Hungarian steppes on the west.  The name
'"Siebenbuergen"' came from the castles that Nuremberg peasants erected in
their seven largest towns.  Theirs was always a tenuous political
existence, caught between the aspirations of Hungary (and, later, the
Austro-Hungarian Empire) on the one hand and Romania on the other.

The Danube Swabians came later.  When the Austrian Empire defeated the
Turks in 1683 and began to roll back their conquests, the vast Hungarian
plain lay virtually unpopulated, its villages in ruins.  Although there had
been German emigration to Hungary prior to this time, the expulsion of the
Turks resulted in an organized settlement program sponsored by the
Habsburgs. Over 1000 German villages were established in southern Hungary
alone; even Budapest was a predominately German city.  The end of World War
I, however, saw the dissolution of the Hapsburg monarchy and the division
of the Swabians between Hungary, Romania, and Yugoslavia.  The end of World
War II was even worse.  Both Romania and Hungary sided with Hitler.  Hence,
when the Red Army stormed across these countries, its soldiers remembered
well how German troops had treated their loved ones.  They gave the German
minorities no protection against the Romanian, Magyar, and Serbian
majorities that plundered their homes and possessions.  Many of the Saxons
and the Swabians left with German troops.  Many of those who didn't must
have wished they had.  Those who remained not only had to face the greed
and enmity of the dominant peoples, but they also had to face the Soviets
who sent nearly 900,000 Saxons and Swabians to the Soviet Union for forced
labor.  Perhaps 45% perished; few returned to their former homes.  "A sad
story," Andy concluded.

The next morning at breakfast, Andy noticed Hans regaling open-mouthed boys
from The House with stories of the Transylvanian Germans, as well as some
of the choicer legends of the region such that of Dracula.  As he listened,
Hans was making much of the story that Dracula - whose blood, he said, ran
in his veins! - often tortured people to death by having a 15 foot (4.57m)
sharp-end pole impaled into their body, beginning from up in-between their
legs into the chest area.  Eventually, Andy wandered over and introduced
himself.  As he reached out his hand to clasp Hans's, however, something
weird happened.  A palpable shock was felt by each youngster.  More
uncanny, each boy later said that he "sensed" (though neither could not say
that he "saw") a momentary deep red glow at the back of the other's eyes
when they touched.  "We've got to talk, Andy," Hans exclaimed.  "Before the
day is out," Andy agreed.

Later that afternoon in Andy's bedroom, Hans asked him if he occasionally
had problems with wolves.  Andy found himself wondering if Slovakian and
Transylvanian wolves were somehow related!  "Sometimes when I get extra
horny, I seem to become an animal," he allowed.  "Nah, I'm talking about
something else," Hans said.  "I think there are times when I run the
streets as a wolf.  I see things around me as if I am a wolf...always at
night...and I need blood," he added.  "When we have sex though, I promise
not to drink any of yours!"  "You're too kind," Andy murmured flatly,
"though I'll hold you to that promise."

Before supper, Andy managed to speak briefly with Sam, commenting that Hans
appeared to be completely caught up in his vampire story.  "Really weird,"
he said.  "Remember, young man," Sam cautioned, "that you were pretty much
out of it when I found you in the City Park - and it's a far longer trip
from Transylvania to Tieferwald than from Slovakia.  But, yes, there is
something a little weird going on here, and I intend to check into it."

At supper that night there was quite a commotion when Hans loudly referred
to the Hungarians as "swine" Kurt lightly suggested that he look at the
"big guy" on his right and then told him of Franz's roots in Hungary.
(Franz simply sat with a smile that prominently displayed his rather long
teeth.)  Kurt also asked Hans if he had any brothers.  "Yes, I have one,"
Hans answered.  "Do you hate him?" Kurt continued.  "No way!" Hans replied,
"Even though he is in Russia doing slave labor, I would DIE for him."
"Well, that's the way it is here," Kurt said calmly.  "Remember that 1) you
are a German, and 2) the Germans around you are your brothers, brothers who
would give their lives for you - and expect you to give yours for them.
Get it?"  A surprised look on his face, Hans nodded that he "got it."

(Locker Room Fun)

Every now and again, Sam was able to get permission (from Capt. Paul
Donahue!) for the boys to use the pool and locker facilities over at the
Base. On those nights, Army use of the facilities was limited.  On a
miserably cold night in mid November, the boys of DAS HAUS cheered the news
given at supper that they would be able to go over to the pool that
evening.  Fortunately, they had never been any great problem with the
Base's pool rule on nudity, for, after all, it was the habit in the
Exercise Club - and life on the second floor was pretty "basic."  (Gretchen
just knew when not to come out into the hall unannounced!)  Oh, sure, an
erection might result in a little razzing, but they were generally accepted
by their brothers "as they were."  Though the lifeguard had to blow his
whistle a few times, they were having all sorts of fun in what appeared to
be the favorite game of the evening, Grab Ass.  Several lanes of the pool
were carefully reserved for those who wanted to do some serious swimming,
and running in the pool area was strictly controlled.  Thus, there seemed
to be little complaint from either the boys or from the few soldiers who
braved "teen night."  The gays among both populations obviously enjoyed the
scenery.

Having to hit the lavatory, Kurt returned to the locker room.  There, to
his dismay, he found two GI "animals" harassing Hans sexually.  It wasn't
that Hans appeared to be particularly resisting; indeed, he was erect.
Nevertheless, the 14 year old was obviously scared and didn't seem to know
how either to discourage the action or to encourage it.  As soon as Hans
saw Kurt, he tried to escape the soldiers, but they grabbed his genitals
and squeezed them until he cried out.  Kurt told them to back off, but they
would have none of it.  Kurt received comments such as, "Hey, this little
pansy really wants it!"  "We wouldn't interfere with your having a little
fun."  "Get the hell out of here or you'll find out that you've bitten off
more than you can chew!"  The First Boy was big, and he was muscular, but
he wasn't quite 18.  There was no way that he could do much against two
burly guys in their mid 20s.  Nevertheless, when they continued to hold
Hans and even began to poke their fingers into his body, he told them to
back off or he was coming after them.  Not unexpectedly, his attack led to
a smashing left hook to the jaw as well as a knee to his balls, and he lay
writhing on the tiled floor.  Hearing the tumult, Sam and Ehrhardt quickly
appeared, bringing an MP with them.  The GIs were quickly cuffed and led
away.  (Before Sam left for the evening, an MP appeared and took his
report, and agreed to take Hans and Kurt's in the morning.)

Telling Ehrhardt to take care of Kurt, Sam held the crying, towel-clad
youngster in his arms.  Hans was dumbfounded that someone - especially Kurt
- would come to his aid.  After all, not only had Kurt told him off
publically during supper, but the First Boy now knew that he was GAY!
Supportively, but very firmly, Sam set him straight.  "Kurt is your
brother," he said sharply.  "Around here we don't simply put up with
brothers who may be different from us in same ways.  We love them, and we
support them.  It's also the case that you were being attacked by a couple
of shit-heads!  Kurt did what he had to do.  Can you understand that?"
Hans simply continued to sob as he burrowed into Sam's chest.  Sam was
finally able to help him wash his face before escorting the solid little
guy back out into the pool area.  Ehrhardt had already taken Kurt home.

Sam actually got a few smiles out of Hans before the evening was over and,
with Andy and Franz's help, the youngster even entered into a little "Grab
Ass" with his contemporaries.  "I want to have a COUPLE of dozen kids," Sam
mumbled to Andy as they waited for the bus that would take them back to The
House.

(Hans: Further Developments)

Sam still wasn't satisfied as to how Hans had reached DAS HAUS - and, at
best, he did find some of his behavior to be "a bit strange."  Queries to
the MP station at the Base and, through them, to a central MP facility in
Munich and, thence, to Romanian police in Bucharest led to some
"interesting" replies.  It seems that it was "unlikely" Hans came from
Sibiu (Hermannstadt) in Transylvania.  Rather, the "best evidence" seemed
to suggest that he was a street kid, probably an orphan, who lived on the
streets and in the sewers of Bucharest.  A police doctor in Munich
commented that his story was probably a "defensive myth," a myth that
stabilized the child by giving him life roots and meaning.  The Bucharest
police did know that he had burgled the apartment of an English couple.
During the commission of the crime, one of the couple's children had been
slightly injured, albeit "accidentally" and not necessarily by Hans,
according to the police.  Under British pressure, he was being returned to
England to "answer charges" when he escaped from the plane as it stopped
for refueling in Munich.  He had "probably" been guided north by
underground youths who were themselves heimatlos [homeless] and knew of The
House if only by reputation...and, in many cases, envy.

Sam instinctively felt that he had to call the MPs and honor the warrant
that had been issued for Hans' arrest.  Andreas, however, suggested that he
should go slow...that there was more about this boy than could be explained
by his simply being a Bucharest street urchin.  When confronted by Sam with
the new intelligence, the boy collapsed, physically and psychologically.
Waiting for a doctor, he lay semi-conscious in Sam's lap, mumbling over and
over, "I AM Siebenbuergen.  Kurt and Franz ARE my brothers."  Although he
did inform the MPs of Hans' whereabouts, the Director was given temporary
custody of the lad, as well as their support in further investigating a
very strange series of events.


(To Be Continued)