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)