Date: Tue, 15 May 2007 14:21:33 -0400 (EDT) From: Herb Cat Subject: Rip Folder: Around the World 7 Dresden Around the World 7 Dresden Copyright 2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission. Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and male minors. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further. The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you. ----- On All Saints Day, the saints from Minnesota crossed over into Germany on their amazing adventure. Juan was sitting naked in the back seat next to his brother on a souvenir towel printed with tulips and windmills. "Malcolm, what's the age of consent in this country." Malcolm quickly glanced over to Maria and just as he suspected she wore that Mona Lisa smile. What secret was she hiding? "Here, it's 14, Juan." "Wow, that's the youngest so far." "That's right. If we lived in Germany, you'd only have to wait three more years for me to fuck you." Everyone in the car laughed. "It's stupid," said Pepito, who was hugging Oso with one arm and wanking his six-year old dick with the other. "Us boys is gonna fug whenever and whoever we fuggin want to and nobody is gonna fuggin stop us." The car erupted in laughter. "Now, my Pepito sounds like the Señors in Hyde Park." "Don't worry, Pepito. Regardless of what the law says, more men then ever are falling in love with young boys, here in Germany just like everywhere else." "Why did we gotta leave the hotel so early, Malgum? I didn't get a chance to sug your gog this morning." "I promise you can suck me tomorrow, Pepito. But it's a long drive today and I'm hoping to get to Dresden before it gets dark. The manager of the hotel said it was 631 kilometers. Juan, how far is that?" "Oh, shit, arithmetic class. Hehe." Juan grabbed a pencil and his notebook. "That's 392 miles, Teacher." "Very good. People sure drive fast here. I'm going 75 and everyone is passing me. I would feel a lot safer if I could stick to about 55, but I think I'd cause an accident!" "You are a good driver, Señor Malcolm. I feel very safe riding with you." "Thank you, Maria. So, Juan, how long will it take us?" "Shit, long division," Juan complained, like all boys his age, but of course, he loved doing math. "Shit, that's over 5 hours." "Are you sure, Juan?" "I did it two ways." The kid who just called arithmetic shit, was not above a little showing off. "First I divided 392 miles by 75. And that seemed too long. So then I changed 75 to kilometers, that's 121. And I divided 631 by 121 and both times I got 5 hours and um, about thirteen minutes." "My little Señor Einstein," Maria beamed. "Well, plus we have to add time out for lunch, and stopping to buy gas." "Or just to look at the beautiful scenery, Señor." "Or to go peepee!" "That's right, Pepito. So Juan, you better add a couple hours to your answer. "Or to go peepee!" Pepito repeated. "Yes, we heard you. Juan is going to . . . Oh, you mean now, don't you?" In his mirror, Malcolm saw Pepito nodding his head anxiously. He pulled into the roadside parking strip and Pepito jumped out of the car and watered the plants. "Señor, what will these people think of me? Letting my children go butt naked like, like . . ." "Like Cherubs, Maria." .oOo. With three stops for meals, one more for gas, two more to ask directions, and four more for piss breaks, (even with no stops for scenic overlooks or for fucking around), it was well past dark when they arrived at Bruce's house, but they could see he had a large home on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by spacious rolling lawns and woods. "Hereinkommen! Come in! Come in! Oh my, what beautiful boys. Lieblich jungen! I'm so glad you made it. My lieblichen Waisenjungen have been looking forward to meeting their new friends." "Señor Bruce. We're sorry we're so late. Please, can you tell us where the nearest hotel is, so we can get settled." "Der völlige Unsinn! Nonsense! Look at my house. I have plenty of room here. You must stay with me, I insist. Except when my jungen visit on the weekends, I am all alone. Please, it would make me so happy to have your lieblich jungen running around my lonely house. Maria, you shall have the front room at the head of the stairs. You can watch the morning sun rise over the Ore mountains. Malcolm, you and the boys will sleep in my room across the hall from Maria. Then if they want to run in to see their mother in the middle of the night, . . ." "They better not!!" Maria kiddingly frowned. ". . . And don't worry about me, I've already moved my things out to the guest house. My lieblich jungen love it out there anyway. So you see, it's all settled. Today is Mittwoch. So in less than two days you shall meet my Heinrich and Rolf. They can't wait to meet Juan and Pepito. Dexter told me all about them. He was raving in fact. Rolf is 9 and Heinrich is 6. How old are you, Pepito." Pepito opened his mouth, but never got to answer. "Verflucht! I've been talking here in the hallway, and not even being a proper host. Hereinkommen bitte! Please come in!" They spent the rest of the evening relaxing and getting acquainted. The boys took off their clothes but said they were too wide awake for bed, so bears in hand they sat naked listening to the adults. Bruce explained that 'waisenknaben' was an old German term for 'orphan boys.' Rolf and Heinrich lived in an orphanage thirty kilometers away and Bruce had been taking them every weekend for a year. Other men took other boys. The boys themselves had fun fucking in the dorm every night throughout the week, quickly initiating any new boys. The director and dorm proctors didn't mind as long as everything was consensual and kept hush. They didn't mind because they recognized that most boys enjoy sexual experimentation. (At that moment, Pepito and Juan were quietly 69'ing on the couch.) And besides the orphanage staff had fun with the boys as well. Malcolm was especially intrigued with Heinrich's story. He started sucking the older boys when he was 4. He began sucking Bruce on his! first visit. And after watching Rolf get fucked he wanted it also. Bruce's philosophy is that if they're old enough to want it then they're old enough to have it. Malcolm looked fondly at little Pepito who was contentedly hugging Oso while sucking on Juan. He remembered two days ago when Pepito sucked him. Would Malcolm ever enter him anally? "Señors, I think I'm going to bed. It's been a long day. Señor Bruce, Gracias for sharing your beautiful home with us. Look, I think my two sons are already in the land of Nod." Malcolm picked up Juan and Bruce held Pepito. They carried their gorgeous sleeping naked little bodies up to bed. "I'm also very grateful for all you've done, Bruce. I know the boys are going to love it here." As Malcolm began stripping, he noticed a plaque mounted by the dresser with this poem: "Let 'em have dignity. Let 'em have respect. Let 'em be safe. Let 'em grow. Let 'em be boys so they can be men." "That's beautiful, Bruce. Did you write it?" Bruce told Malcolm about LeTM. Back in England, when PIE disbanded in '85, and the Birmingham club went on its own, a guy up in Liverpool founded his own club, the Legion of Tender Mercies; the LeTM. Bruce pronounced the acronym "Let 'em". This Liverpudian was a real romantic guy; he loved Elvis Presley and thought "Love Me Tender" was a great theme song for boy lovers. He wrote the "Let' em" poem. Malcolm asked what happened to the Legion of Tender Mercies? "It lasted only about six months. One guy screwed up. Took a lad, 14, who wasn't willing, and coerced him. Kid complained to the authorities and the man was arrested. The other members quickly went deep underground. Fuckin' shame. Only takes one rotter to mess things up for everyone." .oOo. The next day, Donnerstag, Pepito woke Malcolm up with a blow job as promised. And Juan got the durchficken he was too sleepy for the night before. When Bruce walked over from the guest house, he found Maria in the kitchen, already putting the coffee on. "Guten Morgen, Maria." "Ah, Señor Bruce. Isn't it a lovely day? When I woke up and looked out my windows at the mountains, I was so happy you welcomed us into your home. Gracias." "The little ones must still be sleeping." "Or something," Maria grinned. She remembered Malcolm's promise to Pepito in the car the yesterday. She handed Bruce a mug. "Señor, you have a lovely home. So neat and clean. Are you sure you don't have a wife? Hehe." "Dankeschön, Maria. But no, I am happily single. But I do have Rosita. She's my Putzfrau, my cleaning lady. She came here yesterday. Rosita is a lovely girl. Works very hard. She works for many of the families here in Dresden. And she sends money home to her family in Spain. Du meine Güte! You should meet her. She would love to meet someone from her home. No, I didn't mean you are from Spain. I just meant, well you know. Forgive me. Ich bin ein Vollidiot." "No, Señor. You just mean someone that speaks Spanish. Si, I would love to meet Rosita. Just looking around your home, everything is so neat. Fresh flowers on the table. I know she is a caring señorita." "Wonderful. I'll call her. I think she's off work am Samstag. You see, the other cleaning ladies in town are all from Russia, or Poland, or Turkey. I think Rosita is very lonely at times." After a late brunch, Bruce gave the family a tour of Dresden. At the Gemäldegalerie, they saw Raphael's famous Sistine Madonna. At the bottom, the painter depicted two cherubs looking dreamily up. That detail is more famous than the entire painting. They reminded Maria so much of her own boys she had to purchase several reprints. .oOo. On Freitag, Maria and the boys went for a walk, while Malcolm helped Bruce clean up the guest house. "Is Cambodia on your itinerary, Malcolm?" "Not yet, but nothing is set in stone." "Then you should add Sihanoukville. Beautiful village, located right on the ocean. About three hours south of Phnom Penh. The sunsets are to die for. I used to go there every year, but I haven't been back in over two years." Malcolm had to ask why. "Well, southeast Asia has been getting a lot of pressure from the major western powers to do something about its sex trade. As a result, they're very suspicious of single men arriving on vacation, and especially men from Germany. They're always getting picked up by the cops there for having sex with children. It's a real hassle and it doesn't even help that I have a British passport. And when their citizens do get in trouble, the German government turns a blind eye. They're hoping these men will just rot and disappear." "The Nazis went after the gays. So now the target is boylovers." "Yes, although there has been one ray of sunshine lately. When the ILGA, the International Lesbian and Gay Association, expelled the VSG from the ranks, . . . Oh I'm sorry the Verein für Sexuelle Gleichberechtigung ("Association for Sexual Equality") is a German advocacy group, much like your NAMBLA, and our old PIE. Anyway, the ILGA expelled them." "Yes, in America, NAMBLA can't get a seat at the gay table either." "Yes, but here when that happened the Bundesverband Homosexualität ("National Homosexuality Association") rose to the defense of VSG. They had never been particularly sympathetic to pedophiles before, but I guess they saw it a basic human rights issue. It was really great to see a prominent gay group 'mit Eiern' to stand up for what's right." "It's a small step I guess." "And back in 2005, an online organization, the Krumme 13, won a court case. Prosecutors tried to convince the judge that a story, not photographs mind you or even drawings, but a written story about love between a man 30 and a boy 11 was child pornography! Well, thankfully Krumme 13 was cleared. But I'm afraid the courts are getting very tough. It's a shame." "I should say so. Shit, there's this site called Nifty that has great stories in English about men and boys who love each other. I read them all the time. No way is that child pornography! Up 'til now I've never been too political. I've always preferred to keep my views on intergenerational love low profile, but this trip has given me a lot to think about. And it started with your friend Dexter." "Let me show you one example of what I mean." Bruce opened a drawer in his desk, and handed his guest an old magazine. Malcolm was amazed. The magazine, Jung Und Frei, had excellent photography of nude children. "When I first came to Germany, you could easily buy magazines like this in any convenience store. Now it's illegal." Maria came in from her walk, and Malcolm showed her the magazine. "Señor Malcolm, these photographs are incredibly beautiful. The little boys look so happy. I'm going to buy you a subscription for your birthday, Señor Malcolm. "No, Maria, I'm afraid not. In the states, I couldn't even buy a magazine like this in a gay bookstore. Even if I got it in the mail, I could still be arrested for possessing child porn." "Don't be silly. These aren't child porn. They're beautiful pictures of children who happen to be naked. Can't the law people see that?" But she didn't argue. She wasn't about to put her friend and her son's lover in jeopardy. Malcolm leafed through the magazine and noticed one very professional spread by the Russian photographer, Alexander Krivon. .oOo. That afternoon, Bruce drove his van over to the orphanage. It would easily fit the seven of them on the trip back home. As he drove, with Maria beside him, Malcolm sat between Raphael's cherubs and showed them the magazine. At the orphanage, other men were arriving also to pick up their charges for the weekend. Boys of all ages were happily clamoring into Audis and Volkswagens and waving to their friends who were being left behind. Sometimes the staff would take the remaining boys on a field trip so they wouldn't feel too bad. The director gave Malcolm and Maria a tour of the facility. It was well equipped with the latest educational technology. No expense was spared to provide these children with the best. Obviously the institution had some appreciative and generous benefactors. On the way back home, Maria again sat beside Bruce up front. But this time, Malcolm was surrounded by four happy squirming youngsters, all of whom quickly doffed their clothes. Nudity is a tongue that crosses language barriers. At the house, the boys began chasing each other around the grounds, and Malcolm couldn't maintain his reserve any longer. He pulled off his shirt and pants and ran bear-assed after them, in a wild game of tag. Bruce pointed to a garden bench, "By the way, Maria, Rosita is coming tomorrow. She is looking forward to meeting you. She wondered if you might like to go shopping with her." "Oh, Señor, I never turn down a chance to go shopping. Gracias." Maria sat down with Bruce, admired his roses, and watched the boys giggling and playing. "Excuse me, Señor Bruce, forgive me for asking this, but when you put your penis into little Heinrich's hole the first time, did it hurt him?" "You're concerned about little Pepito, aren't you." "Si. I know Malcolm would never do anything to deliberately hurt my little niño, but a madre does worry, you know. We can't help it." "I'm sure Malcolm knows how to approach that moment with sensitivity. In Heinrich's case, he had already seen me fuck Rolf. And back in the dorm, he'd seen plenty of boys fucking. I made sure he really wanted it and was emotionally ready. Then I used lots of jelly and prepared his sphincter with my fingers and my tongue before making penetration with my penis. He knew it would feel tight, but he also knew if he relaxed, it would be easier. He often talks to me about that first fuck. It was a very special time for him. He says he knew then what love was." "Gracias, Señor, that was beautiful. Now I'm not as worried. Si, maybe still a little bit worried, but not as much, hehe." .oOo. Am Samstag morgen, Rosita came by to pick up Maria. They immediately began chattering away in Spanish. "Adios, Juan, Pepito. Mama will be back later. You have fun with your little friends. And remember, behave for Señor Bruce. You too, Malcolm, hehe." As soon as the car pulled away, the six males dropped their bathrobes, and giggling, began to paw at each other. "Die Orgie," shouted Rolf, and dropped to his knees in front of Herr Bruce. Juan quickly followed suit with Malcolm, and Heinrich and Pepito began 69'ing. Shortly, Juan tapped Rolf on the shoulder and they switched men. Malcolm remembered Dexter's talk about how each boy is different. Juan seemed to be one who enjoyed sucking off different men. Dexter, Karel, now Bruce, he never hesitated to take an enticing cock in his mouth. Pepito kept eying his brother and couldn't wait any longer. He released Heinrich's tiny nail and went and pushed Rolf away and gave Malcolm a blow job like the one that woke him up that morning. Rolf quickly went behind, spread Malcolm's cheeks and began tonguing his asshole. Heinrich did the same for Bruce. Malcolm, delirious with pleasure, continued his analysis. He realized he wasn't as monogamous as he thought he was. He was truly enjoying being serviced by four hungry prepubescent boys at once. As Pepito and Rolf kept working on him, he reached over, took tiny Heinrich up in his arms, put one leg over each shoulder, and began sucking his little penis. The boy lovingly held tight to Malcolm's head. This left Bruce alone with Juan. He whispered something in the boy's ear. Juan let go of his cock, "Si, Señor." He turned around, leaned over the table and presented his Arschloch to the German. After all, Mama had told him to behave for Herr Bruce. He had had several men's cocks in his mouth on this trip, but now for the first time in his life, Juan would feel someone other than Malcolm penetrating his anus. Bruce politely glanced at Malcolm, who peering around Heinrich's lithe body could see his lover boy in position. But he knew now that he didn't own Juan. That every boy should be free to choose his own partners. He nodded to Bruce, who then opened a condom and proceeded to poppen the brown-skinned visitor. Die orgie was now in full swing. Juan, Rolf and Heinrich were each fucked by both Bruce and Malcolm, while Pepito joined in sucking and rimming boys and men. When the boys acknowledged that both men had been drained dry, Rolf, still ramrod hard, dry fucked little Heinrich, and then Juan. Then, to everyone's surprise, Pepito jumped up on Rolf's lap and spread his cheeks apart. In the excitement of the moment, this littlest cherub gave up his dream of having Malcolm pop his cherry. He was being deflowered by a cock just three years older than his own, not yet capable of cumming, and no larger than Malcolm's pinky. His mouth still oozing with the cum of the two men, Pepito was grinning with pride and contentment. At six years old, he was no longer a virgin. When Maria returned with Rosita, she found the six still in their bathrobes, quietly assembling a jigsaw puzzle. "Hehe, I thought you would be playing some active game. You men never stop surprising me. Here, I bought presents for Rolf and Heinrich." The boys came running over to her, their robes unashamedly flying open. "I believe every boy should have his own bear. Don't you agree, Juan and Pepito?" She handed the German orphans their Steifs while her own sons went to get Oso and Rascal. Then four boys and four bears sat on the floor playing. "Jungen sind nun einmal so," said Bruce. "Si, Herr Bruce," said Rosita. .oOo. Am Sonntag Abend, the orphans were driven back to their boarding school for another week, but promised to come again the following week to play with their friends from Amerika. "Malcolm." Juan looked very serious. "Yes, Juan, what is it?" "Herr Bruce was so happy this weekend. He must feel terrible every time the boys leave." "I'm sure he does." "Malcolm." "Yes, Juan, what is it?" "Uh, Bruce is out there all alone in the guest house. Do you think he feels lonely?" "Yes, he probably does." "Malcolm." "OK, Juan, what are you driving at? Come on, spit it out." "Well, you got two boys to sleep with tonight, and Herr Bruce has noone, so I thought, uh . . ." "You'd like to sleep with Herr Bruce tonight." "You wouldn't mind?" "I love you, Juan, very much. You know that. But you're old enough to decide for yourself who to sleep with. I know Herr Bruce is a wonderful man. I know he will be loving and kind. And you're right, I still have Pepito to keep me warm. Just one thing, I think you should talk to your mother about this." "Thank you, Malcolm." So for the next five nights, Juan slept in the guest house. Some mornings, he and Bruce came walking in well after the others were up. But each morning, regardless of the time, Juan took Malcolm into the bedroom for his Guten-Morgen-Fick. Malcolm usually found his Arschloch already primed. Mittwochs, Rosita came by but Herr Bruce insisted she take Maria shopping again rather than waste the day cleaning. After they left, the four males reenacted die Orgie of the previous weekend, though minus two horny Jungen. .oOo. The following weekend was Martinstag. Much like Halloween in the States, it is a holiday when German lads dress up in costumes, and parade through town carrying lanterns. Back in the fourth century, Sankt Martin was a Roman soldier. At Amiens, he saw a beggar shivering in the cold, so he tore his cloak in two and shared it with the poor man. Since then, his feast day has been a time to share what one has with those in need. "Everyone should enjoy 'Einige Krümel vom reichgedeckten Tisch.'" Bruce explained. Maria thought it was a beautiful idea for a holiday. Since "Martini" is followed by the 40 days of Advent, once a time of fasting, part of the celebration is a feast of die Martinsgans, a roast goose. Maria helped Bruce prepare the bird, while Malcolm helped the four boys make costumes for the parade. Never having seen a Martini parade, and having nearly zero grasp of the boys' German, he was not aware that many German youngsters dress up in Disney costumes like in the US. Others, not showing much creativity, simply wear torn and tattered clothes in recognition of the beggar in the story. But other boys, mit Eiern, chose the day to honor the saint by wearing clothes cut down the center, half exposing their little bodies to the cold November air. Rolf and Heinrich, like many of their classmates at the orphanage, were in this category. Rolf and Juan were pretty much the same size, as were Heinrich and Pepito, so Malcolm figured he could get four costumes out of one of Juan's and one of Pepito's sets of clothes. The sacrifice of a set of clothes was no big deal to either boy, who much preferred playing in the buff anyway. Malcolm selected clothes which the boys were already outgrowing. It always amazed to him how much youngsters their age grew in only a few months. Malcolm sat at Bruce's sewing machine and started with Juan's pants. He removed the stitching from the crotch which held the two legs together. Then ran a loose running stitch of string along the new edge of both halves. He had Rolf and Juan choose who was going to be the left and who the right. They each climbed into their half pants, which they could keep on by each having a whole belt. Something had to be done about their little dicks, and all agreed that jockey briefs just wouldn't give the desired effect, so Malcolm proposed using the jockstraps they had brought along for swimming. That was perfect; their boy cocks were discretely covered, but their single buttock was nicely exposed, framed even by the diagonal strap of the jock. Just one thing remained to complete the picture. When Malcolm pulled on the string he had sewn in, the pants were pulled in wedgie fashion so that the second buttock was fully covered. He then cut a shirt in half, and sewed a seam to keep i! t from fraying. By keeping it tucked into the pants and giving each boy a tie to keep the half collar in place, the costume was complete and very effective. As Malcolm proceeded to do the same for Pepito and Heinrich, Juan complimented him on his sewing. "Well, I'm not like Ricky, for sure. But I can manage a job like this all right. In the evening, after their delicious goose supper, Bruce drove the van to the parade site and that's when Malcolm saw the other costume possibilities. The boys grabbed their lanterns, jumped out and joined the contingent from the orphanage. Juan and Pepito wanted to march with their friends. They got loads of compliments from the other boys as well as some smiles and some shocked looks from the Dresden parents. However, they were not the only semi-streakers in the parade, so Malcolm decided he had done the right thing. Maria insisted the boys each wear two shoes. It was a November evening after all, plus they'd look awfully silly limping along the parade route like the boy in the rhyme she used to sing to them when they were toddlers: ". . . one shoe off, one shoe on, Deedle Deedle Dumpling, my son Juan." As the children marched, they sang: "Ich geh' mit meiner Laterne Und meine Laterne mit mir. Dort oben leuchten die Sterne, Hier unten, da leuchten wir. Der Hahn, der kräht, die Katz miaut. Rabimmel, rabammel, rabum." ("I go with my lantern And my lantern goes with me. Up above the stars are shining, Down here we're shining. The rooster, he crows; the cat meows. Rabimmel, rabammel, rabum.") Juan and Pepito didn't understand a word but since every verse was exactly the same except for the fifth line, they quickly picked it up and were gustily Rabimmelling with the best of them. When the parade ended, the boys continued singing in the car all the way home and into the house. Malcolm chimed in and wondered why adults so often feign annoyance when children sing, "One hundred bottles of beer on the wall," or some other incessant refrain. How could you not love the joyful singing of happy little boys? The boys had all secretly conspired to wear their costumes to bed that night, which added a delightful element of sensual silliness to the sex. The next day, Maria took the now useless costumes and sat at the sewing machine herself. Skillfully, she created miniature half pants and shirts for the four bears. A souvenir for the boys to remember this feast of Saint Martin, and their newfound friends. "Dankeschön, Maria," Rolf and Heinrich kept repeating. [Note: I want to thank Greg, and especially John, for their help in correcting some of my linguistic and cultural errors.]