OUT OF THE RUBBLE - 22
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 22
(Revisiting the End of Part 21)
After breakfast the next morning and a short hike through the beautiful forests of Acadia, the young men showered and packed up. Following a short phone conversation with Boston, Sam was determined to drive straight through. By the time they reached the Piscataqua and prepared to leave Maine, it was already dark. Still awake, Andy put his hand on Sam's thigh and pronounced his final words on the subject, "We gotta come back, Sam. We just gotta!"
(Continuing Our Story: Short Trips to New York City and Washington)
(A Side Trip to Cape Cod)
At brunch the next day, Sam and Andreas accepted the felicitations of their parents and shared "all the news" of their Maine trip that was "fit to print." As the keys of the Cape Cod "cottage" were slipped into Andy's hand, they were also told that "everything there" was theirs...as a "wedding" present. The deed was even then being changed to indicate the new ownership. Thanks, hugs, and kisses filled the air. As they prepared to leave, Sam slipped his arm around his father's shoulders and said, "You're a real stinker, you know. That double ring bit was a real shocker, Dad!" Mr. Peters just hrrumped and said with a completely straight face, "Very well, Samuel, but you know that I simply do my duty as God gives me the light to see it." Hrrump... Sam just made a face, stuck his tongue out, and shook his head as they walked down the steps to the waves and good wishes of both their parents.
"What's this "cottage" bit?" Andreas asked as they drove south from the city. "That's a small house - or even a shack of the type that we saw up on the Mid-Coast, yes?" "Yeah," answered Sam, "but there's only a couple of nights that we have to rough it before we leave for New York and Washington. I've got everything in the trunk that we'll need to camp out." "Well, it was nice of them anyway," Andy said as they began to approach the Cape Cod Canal.
Once across the Canal, they proceeded along the shores of Cape Cod Bay. It wasn't long before Sam cut directly over towards the water. Along the shoreline, they began to see a number of beautiful old homes, their wood turned to a soft gray by the years and the salt. As Sam turned into the driveway of a particularly beautiful example, Andy noticed that it was set next to a smaller structure. In the rear, a beautiful yacht bobbed in the waters of the Bay. "Sam, you've got to be kidding me," Andreas gasped weakly. "You've really got to be kidding me!" Without waiting for an answer, he leapt out of the car and raced around the property. "If you think I'm going to carry all of this crap inside, you're dreamin'!" Sam shouted after him. Returning slightly shamefaced, the youngster gave him a hand with the food and other gear that had to be carried inside, entered the main house, and looked around in amazement. The rugs, the furniture, the glorious tapestries, the great windows looking out on the water...THE SIZE!... the yacht "anchored 'out back'" boggled his mind! "Is this all...ours?" he whispered. "Ye-epp..." Sam drawled, before he suddenly broke up, grabbed Andreas, and wildly danced his love around the living room!
After ending the day with a pleasant supper, the boys realized that they were WAY behind on their sleep and quickly piled into an enormous and very comfortable bed in the largest of the bedrooms. Awakening the next morning when the sun was well up the sky, they discovered that Mrs. Peters had tucked some delicious muffins into their food supplies, made some good coffee, and ate as they listened to the latest news on the radio. The day was nearly gone by the time that they had enjoyed a little beach combing and had returned from a short cruise on their amazing "new" sailboat. "Yeah," Andreas mumbled as they trudged up the slight slope to the house, "I guess you DID know how to handle that little red and white boat up on Frenchman Bay!" Loving his surprises, Sam just laughed merrily.
As the last rays of the setting sun painted deep colors on the water and the twilight gathered in the wings, Sam suddenly realized that Andy was nowhere to be found. After a short search, he found him, sitting on a dune, watching the colors reflected in the water. His light hair ruffling in the slight breeze, he sat with his torso hunched down over his sturdy, upraised thighs, arms circling the front of his calves. Sam knew his love well enough by now to know that he was...thinking. "Can you stand company, lover, or would you just like to sit and think for a while longer?" he asked. "Come over here, husband, and sit beside me," Andy demanded. As the last color faded on the water and the twilight darkened, the two lovers sat enfolded in each other's arms, sharing an occasional kiss, an occasional soft word. "Sam," Andy said, I simply can't believe the wonderful things that have happened in my life from the very first day that you found me in the City Park." "Would you believe, Andy, that I was thinking the same thing about you only a few days ago?" Sam replied.
When they climbed into bed that night, Andreas asked, for the very first time in their relationship, if he might enter Sam. "I'm yours, lover," was the simple reply. After expertly preparing Sam - for he had had a superb teacher - Andy sat thoroughly lubing his enormous cock. "Grease that damned monster well, Andy; I swear it's growing!" Sam muttered. "Zum Befehl, Herr Major!" ("At your command, Major!"] came the quick answer as he (rather dramatically) loaded a thick glob of lube onto the very end of his penis. Soon he slowly entered his husband, allowed Sam to get used to the enormity that had invaded him, and then began gently to work his way deeper. Kissing the tip of Sam's nose, he returned to pressing ever further until he felt Sam's pubes beneath his smooth pubic mound. "Ho, ho, old man, I didn't really think you could hold all of me!" he finally grunted. "Holy shit, Andy," Sam moaned, "I feel as if I have been skewered by the main mast of our sailboat! I can feel the tip somewhere up around my Adam's apple!" Waiting a minute more, Andreas began slowly to move his main mast back and forth. "Oh!" the lad whimpered. Sam sighed and began experiencing sensations that immediately made him feel light-headed. "Oh, God, Andy, YES!" "Oh, YES!" Andy repeated as he picked up the pace. Soon he was pounding into Sam as if there was no tomorrow - and his lover was loudly demanding that he thrust even harder and faster. Andy's sweat poured down onto Sam who was fast losing all command over conscious thought. His heavily muscled thighs plunging like the pistons of a streamliner, the boy felt as if he were on a roller coaster, about to reach the very top of the steepest grade, and then... AH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H! Sam always swore that he felt the boy's cock expand, throb, and shudder just before it EXPLODED, propelling a colossal mass of cum deep into his guts.
Lying side-by-side on the bed, having regained minimal brain function, Sam finally asked (somewhat facetiously), "How was it for a first time, Big Stuff?" "Oh, Sam," his exhausted young lover murmured, 'it was great! I sure as hell want to do it again - but I have to tell you something. There's something that happens deep inside me when you take me. Yeah, yeah, I know you always ask in one way or another, but that's not what I'm talking about. At least in sex, I need the feeling that you're in command - maybe, even that you're going to dominate me...make me do whatever you want. Does that make any sense at all? Maybe it doesn't...I'm pretty well out of it. I just wish that you'd let me tell you when I want to take the more active role - like tonight. Anytime you really want me to take control, of course, I'll be there in a shot. Is that ok?"
"It makes sense, my beloved. It makes sense - and we agree. We'll do it exactly your way." Sam barely got his words out before both young men were fast asleep.
A raunchy grin on his face, Andy commented that Sam was walking "a little funny" the next morning, but that didn't keep them from getting an early start for Boston. Though the traffic was fierce, they still had time to talk with their parents before they had to leave for South Station and the train that would take them down to Manhattan. As leave-takings usually are, it was rather sad. Mrs. Peters kept dabbing at her eyes with her handkerchief. "I can't believe that I'm not going to see my boys again for at least another year," she sniffled. "Mom, mom, it's ok," Andreas kept saying. "We'll be...home...before you know it! I'll even write in English, if you will forgive my mistakes." "Andy, she sniffled, I'd forgive you anything!" Sam and his "Dad" were talking over in another corner of the living room. There were repeated thanks for their wedding gift and repeated promises that everything would be taken care of until their return. "We finally made it, Dad," Sam said as it was about time to leave. "Yes, Sam, we did, but, you know, some things are even sweeter for the waiting. I love you, son. Take care - and take care of that wonderful young man of yours." Sam broke into tears as they hugged. Mrs. Peters and Andy had just hurried over to them when Sam saw the taxi pulling up outside.
(New York City)
The trip down on the old "New Haven" was easy as trips go. They stopped in New Haven, Connecticut, of course, to change the locomotive from diesel to electric. "What a transportation system you Americans have," Andreas had said as they waited the requisite few minutes, "Germany would be so lucky to have it." Soon the silver train pulled out smoothly, and it seemed that it just glided into the majestic Grand Central station a short time later. Rubbernecking, Andy managed to run into two travelers and to trip over his own feet before he was out the door!
It was mid-evening before the young lovers arrived and took a taxi to their hotel. Given the pressures of the last few days, there was little question but that they would turn in and be ready for a full day of sight-seeing come the morrow. After all, what kind of "First Time in America" experience could pass without seeing a bit of the largest city in the world, the Mecca of so many human beings who yearned to build a better life for themselves and their children.
Andreas's head was in a whirl! The subways...the buses...the hordes of people...the something in every long block that he HAD to see! Sam had planned well; his love was enthralled by the stores on Fifth Avenue and, even more, by the views from the tallest building in the world, the Empire State Building. Taking the subway, they had lunch in Greenwich Village before heading down to the Battery to take the ferry over to the Statue of Liberty. Andy stood before the great symbol of America, reading the words inscribed on the base: "Give me your tired, your poor - Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free - The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. - Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me: - I lift my lamp beside the golden door." "Thank God," he said, "that so many were able to escape before Hitler shipped them to Auschwitz." "You know what happened?" Sam asked. "All Germans know," Andreas answered grimly. "We just don't want to admit it. It's easier to hide behind the fact that the peoples of Europe have taken a fierce revenge."
Bouncing around Manhattan as if they were ping-pong balls, our wayfarers stopped next at the American Museum of Natural History. Andy never did quite recover from that experience! Like a wide-eyed ten-year-old, he wandered from exhibit to exhibit in utter amazement - until, that is, he came upon two displays. How many youngsters have gone ga-ga over their first sighting of T-Rex? (Add one more.) Nevertheless, it was the various displays of prehistoric man that seemed most to capture his fancy. Standing before them, casting his eyes back and forth between the various cavemen and Sam, he solemnly pronounced that he COULD see the "family resemblance." "Of course," he added, "the cavemen were probably a BIT better looking!" "Don't forget that you're now a member of the family!" Sam wryly retorted.
Knowing that only one thing would "cure" Andy's sore neck - and, besides, it was getting late - Sam directed that they stop at a midtown deli for a "Reuben". As always, that luscious bit of high New York City culture worked its magic and Andreas was ready for his first carriage ride through Central Park. As all who have been in Manhattan know, clip-clopping through Central Park at twilight - as the lights are coming on in surrounding buildings - is a romantic experience not to be forgotten. While both young men would have preferred to emulate their straight cousins who passed in carriage after carriage, they guardedly held hands, looked dreamily into each other's eyes, and felt the love flowing from each other's mind, body, and soul.
When they finally... reluctantly...stepped down from their carriage, Sam announced that he had a special surprise to complete the day. Namely, he had two tickets for the Radio City Music Hall that he insisted on calling the "Showplace of the Nation." Andreas could scarcely believe his eyes as the entered the largest indoor theater in the world. Instantly, the young European fell under the sway of the lights, the endless seats, the shimmering stage curtain and rich decorations, not to speak of the mighty Wurlitzer organ that sent shockwaves to the depths of his stomach! And the show...the show... Although they both enjoyed the movie that starred Loretta Young in "The Farmer's Daughter," it was Andy who had his mouth open as he watched the most famous chorus line in the world, the Rockettes. How they danced in perfect symmetry as they displayed the glories of feminine beauty to an enthusiastically appreciative audience! "It was a great show, Sam," Andy mumbled sleepily, as they departed the theater. Still, I have to tell you that I saw some really cute guys on the streets today. Man, oh man, would I have liked to see a few of them dancing in those costumes!"
(Washington, D.C.)
After boarding an electrified "Pennsy" train the next morning at New York City's breathtaking Pennsylvania Station - a structure that rivaled Grand Central in Andy's estimation - they soon found themselves in the Nation's capital, Washington, D.C. As they checked in at their hotel, Sam was handed a message that directed him to contact a General Patterson at the State Department. It turned out that the General was a staff aide to General of the Army George C. Marshall, the Secretary of State.
Immediately upon reaching their room, Sam phoned the General and was ordered to appear at the War Department at 0900 hours (9:00 am) the next morning. It seems, Sam later told Andreas, that he was to receive the uniform ribbon that signifies the "Army Commendation Award" for meritorious service. It also seems, he related, that the U.S. Military Command at Frankfurt had been filing numerous reports detailing his contributions over the past two years. After a brief ceremony, the General continued, Sam and Andreas would move to the State Department where they would join two planning groups - one working on more "humanistic" concerns, one that was focusing on the problems of youth - that were working on a "new initiative" for Germany. Both men should think seriously about the contributions they might make to those discussions. Sam and Andy looked at each other with raised eyebrows.
They did see a few of the Capital's most impressive sights, e.g., the Capitol, the White House, and the Lincoln Memorial, from a taxi, but Sam knew that they had to stay fresh for the next day. Obviously, the Army's plan was a major reason for his receiving such generous support for his furlough application. 'No problem - a fair exchange is no robbery,' he thought to himself. After the two young men had enjoyed a quiet dinner in their room and talked extensively about the planning groups and the main points that they wanted to make, they fell asleep quietly in each other's arms.
Andreas actually enjoyed Sam's ceremony the next morning at the War Department. Given the early hour, both young men were somewhat surprised by the attendance. After all, Sam was not exactly a member of the General Staff! It included a fair sampling of Army brass, as well as a goodly number of younger officers who seemed to be involved in various European "research" projects. General Patterson simply strode up the podium in a small, but impressive, conference room and detailed the criteria for the "Army Commendation Award" for meritorious service. After he had summarized field reports received by the Department, he called Sam forward. Sam saluted sharply and was presented with a new award ribbon for his uniform. The General having congratulated him, a staff assistant hurried Sam and Andreas out of the building to a waiting Army car and they were driven over to the State Department.
Sam's earlier surmise turned out to be exactly on target. In brief, having noticed the frequent reports of multi-dimensional success that Sam and Andreas had enjoyed in Tieferwald, and concerned with the enormity of moving from an "occupation" to a "rebuilding" stance, the Department had decided to return the two young men to the States in order to "pick their brains." It was as simple as that. (As it so often happened, a single sentence in one long report that suggested they "might" be homosexually involved wasn't seen by the wrong eyes and, hence, was ignored.) What wasn't quite that easy to explain was the fact that Sam's furlough request had arrived at EXACTLY the moment that orders returning him to America were being cut. Nor was it easy to explain why the War Department officer who held both sets of paper in his hand referred the matter to his superior. (Bureaucracies don't usually work that way!) In any case, the young men were on their way to the State Department, and everyone seemed to agree that a fair exchange was (indeed) no robbery!
Needless to say, both Sam and Andreas were received at the State Department with a degree of respect and warmth quite incommensurate with their age and standing. After an official had briefed them on the work of the two planning groups, they were shown to the rooms where discussions were already underway. The moderators warmly welcomed them and, after introductions, they were quickly involved in the discussions. For his part, Sam had strong feelings about the need for the "initiative" to go well beyond economic reconstruction per se - and he had facts and figures to illustrate his arguments. (As we know, though the "initiative" spoke to concerns that went far beyond Germany, it soon became known as the "Marshall Plan.") For his part, Andreas had seen that the activities of the rowdier Hitler Youth types could be minimized and that more responsible youth - both native Germans and expellees - could be deeply involved in all aspects of the community's recovery. At a time when the male population had been much reduced and the successful integration of expellees was still in question, he argued, this was a distinct advantage. There were, of course, other aspects of his activities in Tieferwald that drew the rapt attention of his much older colleagues. Examples drawn from happenings at DAS HAUS, for instance, drew actual laughter from the (very) proper Government figures! (The two or three academics who were on the board even permitted themselves an explosive snort or two!) In any case, both in the meetings and over lunch, Sam and Andreas were not only listened to with respect, but were also bombarded with countless questions. On the way back to the hotel, both young men proudly expressed a sense that they "had done their duty."
The next day, armed with "priority" papers issued by the War Department and delivered to their hotel while the young men had been at State, they boarded a Frankfurt-bound bomber at Andrews Field in nearby Maryland. It had been QUITE a trip!
(Welcome Home!)
On returning from America, both Sam and Andreas were surprised to be met at Frankfurt's Rhein-Main military airfield by Rolf. He had been outraged to hear about what had happened to his friend - and was determined that both Sam and Andreas hear about it directly. For a short time, they talked in the Baron's limousine. He also wanted his friends to know that when his father had suddenly died of a massive heart attack, he had gone to the authorities and exposed the Baron's complicity in the porn industry. (Naturally, "sensitive" matters were now being carefully managed with the help of a battery of western Germany's foremost lawyers. These men, respected by both their fellow Germans and the American military, were also guiding Rolf's ascension to the Baronage. It was, he reported, only a question of time.) In any case, with Rolf's full cooperation, the largest porn ring in all Germany was being thoroughly smashed. It appeared that the thugs headquartered in Cologne now offered little danger to friends and supporters of those they had frequently tortured and murdered across the western occupation zone. Rolf also indicated that he wanted to come to Tieferwald as soon as his "best friend" had recovered from the trip to America! He especially wanted to talk with Sam and Ehrhardt about support that might prove helpful to DAS HAUS - and he reminded Andy about a promised hiking and camping trip up the River Main. Noticing the rings on both Sam and Andreas's fingers, he also hesitantly inquired about "what was going on." When they shared details of the full story, his joy was as great and as effusive as theirs!
When Sam and Andreas wearily departed the limousine to enter the Major's jeep that stood nearby, they were indeed thirsting to return to Tieferwald. Even they, however, couldn't know how enthusiastically they would be greeted by their "Army"!
(To Be Continued)