Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2004 00:13:46 -0400
From: carl5de@netscape.net
Subject: OUT OF THE RUBBLE - 16

OUT OF THE RUBBLE - 16

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 16

(Revisiting the End of Part 15)

Later on the return trip, Kurt (who was sitting next to Andreas) leaned
over and said, "That was a great night...brother."  Sporting a wide grin,
Andreas nodded vigorously, saying, "Yeah, the very best!"  "Got an idea for
you," Kurt continued.  "When we get back, how about throwing a dance...for
everyone?"  Scarcely able to maintain his composure, Andreas looked at him
for a moment before quietly saying, "Yeah, brother.  Let's do it!"

(Continuing Our Story : A Night to Remember)

The ski company returned safely to Tieferwald only to find itself immersed
in a flurry of activity.  Major snow-clearing was in progress throughout
the area, Frau Luisa had insisted that all clothing and equipment be
cleaned and put where it belonged...IN DIESEM AUGENBLICK!  [RIGHT NOW!],
and it was announced that schools throughout the city would reopen on the
next Monday.  Classes would be held morning and afternoon for three weeks
to make up for time lost.  Sam just grinned and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was at school that Kurt caught up with Andreas who was leafing through
the pages of a copy of LIFE magazine (given him by Sgt. Cole) while
finishing his meager lunch.

"Hey, brother, what's happening?" the GCJ (Great Circle-Jerk) leader began.

"Nothin' much, Kurt," Andreas answered with a grin.  Andreas still couldn't
quite believe his ears.  Kurt might as well have been speaking to Ulrich or
Franz.  It wasn't that the House jocks had really been unpleasant to him in
the past.  It was just that they usually acted as if he didn't exist -
other than on the football field, of course.  Now...since the ski trip...
He was a little less surprised when Franz walked up and was equally
affable, but when Heidi and one of her girlfriends came over...  Holy shit!
Had he suddenly lost the "Gay Outcast" sign that was always pinned on his
back?  He wondered - just for a moment - whether he LIKED wearing that
sign...or at least was comfortable with (in the sense of "being used to")
it.  In the past, people had told him that he was well liked in the House.
Maybe, the sign kept him from doing much about it.  Man, he was going to
have to be a little more open with these guys!

When, after chatting for a few minutes, the others went on to other things,
Kurt continued: "Still interested in that dance?"

"I couldn't be more interested, Kurt!  Since we've both have class in a few
minutes, why not stop by Sam's and my room after supper and we can talk?"
When Kurt nodded, punched him on the shoulder, and left for class, Andreas
was still in shock.

Following supper cleanup, Andreas was stretched out on Sam's and his big
bed, reading an article for his history class.  Came a knock on the door,
he yelled "Hinein!" [In!"] and looked up to see a smiling Kurt.  The lanky
jock looked curiously around the room for a moment before jumping up on the
bed next to Andreas.  "Good bed," he muttered.  'God, couldn't he have sat
in Sam's chair?' thought Andreas.  'Oh, well...'  "What do we need to make
this dance really work, Kurt?" Andreas began.

"Dunno," Kurt responded.  "As long as no one is embarrassed and everybody
has a good time..." he continued.  "What do you think, Andy?"

'Andy?' Andreas thought before answering.  'Yeah...'  He then went on to
lay out a few ideas that he'd been considering.  In the first place, he
suggested, he agreed that there was no time like the present to hold such a
dance.  Ehrhardt's words and his new baby, the success of the ski trip, and
the fantastic time everyone had had at the "Great Circle-Jerk" gave them an
opportunity that they'd wait a long time to come around again.  Second,
Kurt and he really needed to work with their friends.  "His guys," for
instance, really needed to know that no girl could be left on the sidelines
without some conversation and, hopefully, the offer of a dance.  And they
damned well needed to cool their bitterness!  On the other hand, if two of
the gay kids ever had the balls to dance with each other, it was NOT the
time for a sneer or a muttered insult from...someone else.  (Andreas almost
said, "a straight," but quickly decided that this was not the time for
those words.)  Ehrhardt had been right.  The game was to love and support -
not just to tolerate - one's brother...wherever he was...right now.
Finally, maybe they needed to simply "invite" people rather than emphasize
"dates." No need for the added pressure on anyone...  "Oh, yeah," he added,
"...the drapes should be drawn so that no outsider could see what was going
on, get the wrong idea, and begin spreading rumors...and no pink flowers."
Kurt grinned widely - and gave him the finger!  "Whadda you think, Kurt?"

"I think that you could be a good friend, Andy.  Just like on the football
field...one team!"  (Andreas thought they Kurt might have a "bit" more
difficulty connecting with a little guy who was way-gay, decidedly
effeminate and - even if in envy - thought football players were jerks, but
let it go.)  "I agree with everything you said.  I've already been talking
with some of the guys," he added, "and they've got the same feelings we do.
Oh, yeah, I spoke with Heidi and she would be more than willing to help
with invitations to the 'right girls,' that is, the ones who are at least
open minded.  Besides, a lot of them think you're 'cute'!" he added with
smirk.  Andreas groaned and, before he could lock his jaws, instinctively
growled, "Oh, no, not 'that,' Kurt-boy!  That's NOT what I go to bed
dreaming about!" "Don't matter," Kurt replied.  We can't all be perfect!"
With that, Kurt leapt off the bed, yelled "Later," and ambled off into the
House.

Within two weeks - including, of course, several "staff" conversations
daily - the dance was planned and ready to go.  Sam, Ehrhardt and Gretchen,
and Frau Goettingen would chaperone.  All 13 boys in the house planned to
attend - plus Georg who was invited only after Andreas's repeated pleas to
Sam.  With Heidi's help, a total of 10 girls, three requested by House
boys, had been invited - and enthusiastically accepted.  Given the cold and
the condition of the roads, an Army half-track would pick up and return the
girls and Frau Goettingen.)  Other than for some spectacular lighting and a
complete cleaning and polishing of furniture and woodwork, no special
decorations were planned.  (With support from the Army Base, Konrad proved
to be a truly creative electrician - even though his previous experience
lay chiefly in devising booby traps and land mines for the defense of
Breslau!)  Other than for some chairs and a few small tables, the two large
downstairs rooms were cleared - and the two bathrooms on the first floor
cleaned.  (The upstairs were "Streng Verboten!" ["strictly forbidden" -
very much "out of bounds!"])  Rather than divide the boys - especially when
so much wasn't known - Kurt and Andreas jointly chaired a house meeting in
which all that was necessary to make the dance work was frankly discussed.
(Individual discussions had been going on for the better part of three
weeks!)  Frau Luisa had worked her magic in the kitchen.  All was ready.

On Saturday afternoon before the evening dance, all was necessarily in
chaos.  Clearly on his best behavior, Georg arrived from his village, a
much happier and settled boy than when he had left under something of a
cloud.  The bathrooms and bedrooms on the second floor were bee hives of
frantic (and, occasionally, hysterical) activity.  Finally, insofar as the
clothing budget allowed, all of the young men were spiffed and polished.
At the last moment, the small local band that several of the boys had
especially enjoyed at the "Teen Club" arrived and set up.

As Frau Goettingen and the young ladies arrived, a light snow falling, they
were ushered into a lovely scene.  The heavy downstairs woodwork of the
beautiful old Buerger's home gleamed in candlelight; the band was softly
playing; and friendly, excited young men made sure that no girl was left
standing alone.  After coats were doffed in Sam's small first-floor office
- hardly more than a large closet - and the girls had opportunity to powder
their noses, Kurt and Heidi, quickly followed by Ulrich and Frieda (a
beautiful young blonde), and Horst and Lotte (a lovely refugee girl from
the Sudetenland), entered the dance floor.  (There's a nice story here, a
full account of which, unfortunately, lies beyond the bounds of this
writing.  Suffice it to say that at first Horst had vowed that there was no
way under God's blue sky that he would ever dance with a GIRL.  (Ugh!)
Now, with a lot of encouragement - and a few dance lessons from Gretchen -
he was among the first on the floor...licking his lips nervously, the
Adam's apple in his long thin neck bobbing, his wild red hair having
defeated the best efforts of comb and brush...but doing damned well!  As he
danced past other couples on the floor, by the way, almost all of the males
enthusiastically signed their high approval.)  Within minutes, as a soft
light show began simultaneously in both rooms, all ten girls were happily
dancing.  After the first dance, which was essentially "boys' choice," the
music tempo picked up and cutting-in was permitted.  A girl who simply
wanted to sit for a few minutes, by the way, usually had several young
males around her, hanging on her every word.  (Both Gretchen and Heidi
reported that the girls were having the time of their lives!)  A teen hired
by Frau Luisa circulated through the two main rooms, offering punch and
tiny cookies to those taking a break from the dancing.

The first potential trouble spot came slightly more than halfway through
the dance.  Deciding that if he didn't ask now, he never would, Andreas -
as he told it later, seconds away from being violently sick to his stomach
- walked over to where Sam and Frau Goettingen were sitting and asked Sam
if he might have the dance that was just beginning.  Having been privy to
all of the planning for the dance, including having attended the special
house meeting, Sam surely must have guessed what was coming.  To his
credit, he smiled, stood up, put his arm around Andreas's waist, and joined
him on the dance floor.  About ready to lose it, the boy melted into his
Great Love and entered upon one of the most memorable few minutes of his
entire life.  (No, he didn't hook his fingers under Sam's buttocks, but at
the close of the dance, he did raise his face to receive Sam's kiss and a
mouthed "I love you.")  When the music finally faded and the ecstatic young
couple, tears in their eyes, walked back through the crowd, they were
stunned to hear the kids' loud applause and cheers.  As Sam returned to sit
beside Frau Goettingen, her small aged hand resting lightly on his, Andreas
got through the next few minutes bravely.  For all of that, when Kurt came
over and locked a hefty arm around his neck, he totally lost it.  Kurt and
Heidi had to lead him into the office for a few minutes - but the ice had
been broken.

More - far more - was to come on that fateful, beautiful night in the
history of The House.  (The German teens - boys and girls - who live at DAS
HAUS today still talk about that evening in 1947...and about Andreas and
Sam.)  The next shock came when Jaeger walked over to Horst and asked him
if he liked to jitterbug.  Speechless, the sweating redheaded teen reached
up, took Jaeger's hand and, after a few steps out onto the dance floor,
broke into what was probably the wildest dancing of the evening.  (A little
unorthodox even as jitterbug steps go, but VERY vigorous!)  The band went
into high gear - and the kids didn't miss a beat!  The crowd from both
rooms circled 'round them, rhythmically clapping and shouting.  Finally, as
Jaeger drew Horst through his legs and Horst responded by swinging his
dance partner in a dizzying circle, the music finally came to a crashing
end.  Needless to say, both Horst and Jaeger were mobbed and pummeled by
every youngster in the room!  All four chaperones were in hysterics!
(Later, in their room, Jaeger asked Horst where HE had learned to dance
"like that."  "Kurt taught me," Horst admitted, a little nervously.  Trying
for some reason to change the subject, Horst asked, "Where in hell did YOU
learn to jitterbug?  You're fantastic!" Jaeger simply smirked and said
provocatively, "Well, Horst, old room mate, there's a LOT you don't know
about me.  I guess you're just going to have to check it out.")

Accompanied by a second light show, even more spectacular than the first,
the dance continued, albeit with an even warmer and more effervescent
quality that it was previously the case.  Andreas, for example, thoroughly
enjoyed dancing with Heidi who turned him all shades of red with her
compliments on the dance and on his "courage."  "I think, sir, that I liked
the love that I felt even more," she smiled as she lightly kissed his
cheek.  Andreas was almost ready to turn heterosexual.  Well...almost!
Actually, all of the participants had a great evening.  Though he couldn't
dance a step to save himself, for instance, Georg was absolutely smitten
with Siegfrieda and, for some reason known only to the God Eros, she with
him.  Dieter met Marlene for the very first time, fell hopelessly in love,
and made plans to attend the next dance at the Teen Club.  Franz, who had
attended a few dances and other teen activities with Genevieve - and had
asked that she be included on the participant list - was fully convinced
that his life now belonged solely to her.  One final shock remained: On the
penultimate dance, Heinrich walked up to Andreas and asked if they might
dance.  Given the room in which he was housed (i.e., with the most
strident, hitherto sexist, jocks) and knowing how much he had put into
building a straight "front," Andreas took the hunky, dark-blond-haired teen
into his arms and determined to make it a dance he would remember.  Guys
who hadn't been completely surprised by the previous parings, dropped their
jaws when they saw these two dancing check-to-cheek.  When the dance was
over, Heinrich was trembling, seemingly overcome by the feelings that he
was experiencing - the difference, for example, between taking part in a
wild orgy and being held by a man whom, despite himself, he loved.
Crumpling into a chair, barely conscious of his surroundings, he was one of
only a handful of boys who did not enter into the last (women's choice)
dance.  (Gretchen, of course, chose her beloved Ehrhardt; Frau Goettingen
had misty eyes as she was whirled around the room in Sam's arms.  Besieged
by four girls, Andreas finally allowed himself to be chosen by Adolpha, a
stunning, raven-haired beauty from Tallinn in Estland [Estonia - one of
three small Baltic states used as pawns by both Hitler and Stalin] whom he
had met at the Camp.)

As is often the case, the "after-events" were at least equal in interest to
those of the original.  Preparing to go upstairs, for instance, Andreas
rounded a blind corner and crashed head-on into Kurt.  A little high on the
heady brew of TRIUMPH, the lanky jock commented provocatively that he was
"a little surprised" that Andy hadn't asked one of the straight guys to
dance...maybe him.  "No," said Andreas, "embarrassing others is simply not
what I'm after.  I just want the crap to end, to be treated like a brother
and, if I earn it, to be accepted as a friend."  Kurt drew him into a
rough, tight bear hug, repeatedly pounded both of his fists down on
Andreas's traps, and hissed, "We did it, man; we did it!"

Upstairs, for some hours after the girls departed, scantily clad boys,
several in the nude, flowed from one room to another.  At one point, Horst
and Jaeger's tiny room would be packed; at another, Horst and Jaeger were
found stretched out on a bed in one of the large rooms.  There they joined
the others in excitedly telling and retelling (and retelling again!) what
happened, how they felt, and how they were positive about what their dance
partners had felt.  It was quite an experience for boys of both sexual
orientations to hear the uniquely uncensored - even if highly boastful -
accounts of the other.  Roars of laughter and loud catcalls greeted each
tale.  The feeling of being "one great family" permeated The House.

Downstairs, Sam, Ehrhardt, Gretchen, and Frau Luisa sat over drinks,
revisiting their own impressions and sharing many a laugh and a soft smile.
The feedback from the girls had been uniformly excellent.  All demanded
another dance.  The chaperones didn't go upstairs.  Wisely, they knew that
country belonged to Sargent Ehrhard's Army, at least for awhile.  Sam was
pouring "one more" drink for everyone, when he looked up to see a pale,
barely contained Georg at the archway to the living room.  Suggesting that
they might best speak privately in his office, Sam listened to the young
man whom he had earlier exiled to a village some miles from the city.
Tearfully, Georg begged Sam to allow him to live in The House, repeatedly
apologizing for "getting out of control" and promising the Director that he
would never embarrass him again.  Sam finally sat back, assuring the
youngster that he hadn't done anything all THAT bad, apologizing for
allowing his own emotions to get a "little out of control," and sending him
flying back upstairs as the newest member of The House.

Eventually, the "adults" trundled unsteadily off to bed - Frau Luisa with
Gretchen, Ehrhardt on a cot in Sam's office.  After yelling down the hall,
"Go to sleep, animals!", Sam entered his bedroom and stripped down.  Within
minutes, he was followed by Andreas who wandered in from the other second
floor bedrooms, naked and still on high.  Looking at his lover whose entire
body beamed with happiness, Sam simply held out his arms and welcomed him
home.  Softly, he rubbed the boy's broad back, sensually cupped his
buttocks, leaned back, and kissed him deeply.  Molding himself to Sam's
chest, his young "Official Assistant" repeatedly sobbed, "It finally
happened, Sam; it finally happened!  Oh, God, thanks for helping make it
happen!"  For the next couple of hours - almost to the time that light
returned to Tieferwald am Main - they danced naked in each other's arms and
made love repeatedly in bed and out.

Andreas would never forget the feeling of Sam's fingers trailing over his
abs and drum-tight lower stomach as they played with his pelvic girdle.
Nor would the memory fade of the way in which he grabbed him, threw him to
the floor, and hungrily thrust his tongue deep into his anal canal.  How
could he ever forget that moment when Sam gently drew his long, hairless
scrotum through his fingers and kissed the balls that had been forced to
its depths?  And how about the first time - or was it the second or third
time - that Sam's big cock demanded entrance to his portal?  Would Sam ever
forget the moment when his Andreas balanced himself on heavy shoulders,
muscular thighs held wide, and allowed his lover's cock to enter him from
straight above?  Or the moment when his lover, drenched in sweat and cum,
grabbed him tightly by the shoulders, looked into his eyes, and gasped,
"Sam, oh Sam, I love you more than life!"  No, neither would forget.

Looking over at his thoroughly exhausted lover, lightly stroking his
muscular chest, Andreas murmured that their naked dancing was the very best
thing that had happened on that memorable night - maybe even better than
the sex.  He wondered if he ought to talk with the other gay boys and see
if they would be interested in a "special" invitational dance...strictly in
the nude.  On his own slide into the arms of Morpheus, he barely caught
Sam's mumbled response, "Careful, beast, you're on real thin ice..."


(To Be Continued)