Date: Fri, 3 Sep 2004 22:01:32 -0400
From: carl5de@netscape.net
Subject: OUT OF THE RUBBLE - 18

OUT OF THE RUBBLE - 18

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 18

(Revisiting the End of Part 17)

Once the music stopped and his head stopped spinning, Andreas recovered
relatively quickly.  He fully realized that the jointly-planned pantomime
had rested on illusion. Though very tired, he even managed to eat some
supper an hour later.  At his request, Herr Schneider brought out several
hundred uncensored photos that pictured most of the shoot events, including
everything from his wild dancing and sex with Rolf on the first night,
through Rolf's tableau earlier that day.  Wow!  Those pics in the whirlpool
were really hot, as were the laboratory photos of him as he stood denuded
in front of the full-length mirror!  Man, oh man, he looked ENORMOUS!
(Before Andreas left Frankfurt, he had the hair changes made permanent.)
Lordy, there were even shots of the crowded caf‚ from different angles.
How in hell had he managed THAT?!  Afterwards, still recovering
psychologically, he sat on a low wall in a darkened corner of the garden,
musing over what had happened.  Well, Rolf was correct...at least to a
degree.  It was a "high" to remember - even though it was finally not his
thing.  However tired and discouraged he had often felt on his journey from
deep within the forests of Slovakia - and since - there was no way that he
would ever give up his freedom...or adult responsibility.  Nevertheless, oh
God, what a ride!  Well, tomorrow he would be home.  He so looked forward
to talking with Sam!  His long, thick cock swelling again, as it so often
did, he reached into his pants to take care of it.

(Continuing Our Story : Roeslein and the "New" Andreas)

Returning home from work a little early, Sam stood quietly by the archway
to the living room. "Papa Ehrhardt" sat holding his newborn, little Rose
(ROSE-uh), entertaining her by softly singing the traditional
HEIDENROESLEIN ["Little Heathrose" by Goethe, music by Shubert]:

     Sah ein Knab ein Roeslein stehn, A lad once saw a rosebud growing,
     Roeslein,auf der Heiden A little rose upon the heath,
     War so jung und morgenschoen, 'Twas so young and lovely as the
morning,
     Lief er schnell, es nah zu sehn, He quickly ran to see it close,
     Sahs mit vielen Freuden, And watched it with delight,
     Roeslein, Roeslein, Roeslein rot, Rose, rose, little red rose,
     Roeslein auf der Heiden.  Rosebud on the heath.

Sensing Sam's presence, Ehrhardt looked up, grinned softly, and said, "Hi,
boss!"

"I'm sorry that I only got to hear the first verse, Papa!  Thought you'd
steal a comfortable chair while the beasts were out, eh?"

"Yeah, Sam - and Gretchen's out, too.  She's got a shopping list - and you
know how it is when that lady has her mind made up!  It's pretty hard when
the store shelves are almost empty and the PX doesn't always carry the
German things she wants."  At Sam's nod, Ehrhardt continues, "Did you see
Andreas in the park as you drove by? When Sam nodded in the affirmative,
Ehrhardt continued.  "He got back from Frankfurt about 1330 hours (1:30
pm), but as soon as he conned Frau Luisa out of some lunch, he took off to
play football."  Hearing Rose sneeze, he looked down at her as if she were
the greatest mystery...as well as the greatest source and object of
love...in the universe.

"Got it bad, huh?" Sam asked humorously.  (Ehrhardt just sighed and
nodded.)  "What have you learned so far, Papa?"

"Well, I've sure as hell learned to do with a lot less sleep!  And, as far
as food and drink go, 'input' is sure easier to handle than 'output'!"
Ehrhardt went on to say that little Rose had also got him thinking about
many questions concerning life and love. Had he and Gretchen, for instance,
even had the right to bring a child into such a precarious world?  And I
wonder how I was ever able to kill another human being - a man who either
had, or might have, his own little Rose.  You're a contributing member of
this world, Sam, and you're also military.  How do you work out such
questions?"

Sam allowed that every man had to answer such questions for himself.
Seeing the disappointed look on Ehrhardt's face, however, he continued.
For him, it was the miserable state of the world that demanded we give life
to new human beings.  It doesn't end there, of course. The young have to be
sheltered and given a chance for health and happiness.  They have to be
educated not only to use the tools of life, but also to appreciate the
highest ideals of humanity.  And, God knows, they have to DEMAND that their
leaders - private and public - hew to standards conducive to better
reaching those ideals.  Only thus might we have hope for improving this sad
old world.

"And killing, Sam?" Ehrhardt persisted.

"Every now and again - quite rarely, actually - leaders arise who will not
let others live and evolve into more completely human beings," Sam said
thoughtfully.  "Then, and only then, are we responsible for protecting our
selves and others around us.  About 99.9 percent of wars, unfortunately are
due to one or more of three reasons.  Either leader 'X' sees something that
'Y' has and decides to take it by whatever means are necessary - or 'X'
knows that he has done something wrong that would result in his followers
ejecting him from power if they knew what was going on.  He then tries to
divert his people's attention from his actions by attacking 'Y.'  ('Y'
could be a group within his own country - or, perhaps, an entirely
different country.)  Finally, there are the "true believers" who cling to
standards outgrown by humanity millennia ago, e.g., an eye for an eye.  For
these people, reason is usually irrelevant.  In all three cases,
fortunately rare, we are obligated to resort to such force as is absolutely
necessary - but no more - to protect ourselves and keep alive the
opportunity for human progress."

"You mean, Sam..."  Ehrhardt was interrupted by the sudden return of his
"Army" to DAS HAUS.  "We'll definitely continue this - and in the near
future - Ehrhardt," Sam said, turning around to see a disheveled, slightly
scraped up Andreas grinning widely at him.  Sam put his arms around the
sweaty footballer, touched foreheads, whispered into his ear (to go get a
shower and put some antiseptic on the knee!), and turned to affectionately
greet the other boys.

That night Sam reached their bedroom about five minutes before Andreas
appeared.  Stripped and stretched out on top of the bed, he watched his
love come in, grin sexily, and throw his clothes off.  As Andreas rose from
removing his shoes and socks, Sam had a sense that something was
"different."  He watched carefully as Andreas approached the bed, finally
holding up his hand and saying, "Whoa, babe.  There's something about you
tonight.  You're turning me on...way on!  What in hell are you doing?"
Andreas simply approached Sam, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed,
and began rubbing his hunky body seductively against his lover.  Raising
his arm, he drew Sam's nose into his pit.  He sat down on Sam's lap, moving
his butt back and forth against his lower torso and thighs.  Other than for
Sam's labored breathing, the room was in complete silence.  Even when Sam
began groaning and snapped into full erection, he remained confused.
Finally, in exasperation, Andreas pushed Sam back on the bed, climbed up
over him, and rubbed his swelling cock and his scrotum provocatively over
his lips.  At that point, Sam gave a wild shout and sat bolt upright,
almost tossing Andreas off the bed in the process.

"Andreas!  You're beautiful - and you're so BIG!  What did they do to you
up in Frankfurt...  stretch you?"  Losing track of his own question as he
caressed Andreas's genitals, he mumbled, almost to himself, "And except for
a small patch, there's no hair!"  Immediately, he reached down and checked
the boy's calves.  "Ha!  No hair there either!  Andreas!  For your own
good, I've got to check this out.  On your back...legs raised and held!"
Grinning like the proverbial chessy cat, the youngster drawled, "Zum
Befehl, Herr Hauptmann!" ["At your command, Captain!"] and did exactly as
he was told!  Probing with his nose and tongue, Sam proceeded to give Andy
one of the most thorough "examinations" he had ever received!  In truth,
treating Andreas as if he were a potential enemy spy, the probe fully met
the standards of the OSS [the Office of Strategic Services, a wartime
forerunner of the CIA]!  Both young men increasingly enflamed, it was not
surprising that loud shouts and wails were soon heard two rooms down the
hall!  Gretchen and Ehrhardt giggled softly in amusement.  Jaeger looked
down at an aroused Horst in the bunk below and said, in the worst Mae West
accent of all time, "Come up and see me sometime, Big Boy - LIKE NOW!"

(The American Doctor)

The next afternoon, Andreas arrived at Sam's office after school to find
him talking with a Lieutenant Colonel Kendrick (a rank often referred to
orally simply as "Colonel").  Colonel Kendrick - in his mid 30s, vigorous,
personable, intelligent, and politically savvy - was the Medical Officer in
Charge of a team of volunteer American physicians - military and civilian -
who had come to Bavaria.  Their goals were to prevent any further outbreak
of influenza and, more generally, to improve the health of the German
people.  (Resources being limited, their emphasis had to be restricted to
children, teens, and seniors.)  Additional teams were scattered throughout
western Germany, including Bavaria.

Acting on strong recommendations, the Colonel has asked Sam's permission to
offer a "Junior Medical Assistantship" to Andreas for the program in
Tieferwald am Main.  Needless to say, many of his duties would be those of
a go-fer, but he would also earn a small honorarium and experience at least
a sample of medical practice.  Did he show appropriate attitudes and
skills, he might find himself permitted to do more.  He would be working
with Colonel Kendrick personally who guaranteed that he would be treated
with respect, as well as kindness, and exposed to no special dangers.
(Each doctor was funded for one junior assistant.)  A surgeon with strong
credentials in internal medicine, Kendrick's specialty lay in "adolescent
medicine."  Lacking facilities at the civilian hospital, most of the work
would take place at the Base medical facility.

Andreas had already heard of the program.  Gretchen, for instance, had
highly praised the post- natal examination given to her and to Rose.  Sam
had also had good things to say about the volunteers and the work they were
doing.  When Andreas arrived, Kendrick quickly caught him up on the
discussion, continued, and closed by asking the lad if he were interested
in the appointment.  Looking to Sam for any sign of disapproval, Andreas
enthusiastically accepted.  He was to report the next morning to the Base
hospital where examinations were already under way.

On arriving at the hospital slightly before 0800 hours (8:00 am), Andreas
found the Colonel already deeply involved in a typical whirlwind of
activity.  Asked if he would be interested in observing a minor operation,
the lad eagerly accepted.  Kendrick gave him a secure locker, tossed him a
set of light green scrubs and specially soled slippers, told him to clean
himself thoroughly, and then to don his "new uniform."  ("It'll be rare for
you to get out of it," he added.)  As Andreas showered in an open stall
with special soaps, Kendrick commented that he had a magnificent build -
and that he would give him his required staff check-up once the operation
had been completed.  'Might as well be wearing nothing,' Andreas sniffed,
as he fingered the thin fabric of the scrubs, the only clothing he was
wearing as he entered the operating room.

Showing no squeamishness whatsoever, Andreas was absolutely fascinated by
the procedure.  (He also admired the build of the hunky 14 year old who lay
on the operating table!)  Afterwards, sitting in the Colonel's small
office, Andreas was offered coffee or a Coke (choosing the former because
he could smell that it was "real") and, shortly thereafter, received a
thoroughly professional physical.  A medic appeared to draw some blood and
collect a few swabs.  "Sorry to put you through all this, Andy," Kendrick
said with a smile, "but you and I are staff.  We have to be extra careful.
I notice, by the way, that you like your skin smooth.  Will you forgive me
if I say that on you it looks fantastic?"  The 17 year old blushed with
pleasure and thanked him.  During the remainder of the day - broken only by
a 30-minute lunch - the doctor and his assistant saw 24 teens.  Andreas
watched and listened with rapt attention.  After receiving instruction, he
efficiently secured medications that the doctor wanted the patient to take
home and use.  Kendrick was rather like the Baron during a photo shoot in
that he praised vigorously when deserved and gave calm, concise instruction
when he wasn't QUITE satisfied.  Andreas rather thought that were the
doctor anything less than "not quite satisfied," the assistant involved
wouldn't be around too long!  At the close of the day, Colonel Kendrick put
his arm around Andy's shoulders and praised him for a superb first day.  He
then said, "Good night, young doctor" and left the youngster to strip,
shower, and dress.  That night at The House, it was impossible to shut the
boy up as he babbled endlessly about his medical experiences and the
Colonel's qualities as a teacher.

Over the next two weeks, man and teen developed quite a "mutual admiration
society."  Talking at length during breaks and at lunch, they informally
exchanged a great deal of personal information.  Though Andreas stayed up
with his schoolwork - even improving in Advanced Chemistry - he did a
tremendous amount of reading in adolescent medicine and in basic medical
procedures.  Everything that the doctor requested of him, he received
immediately, efficiency, and in the best of spirits.  In addition to Sam,
the Colonel even praised him to the General's Chief of Staff - and began
giving the boy additional responsibilities.  Andy, for instance, was now
completing many of the tasks for Kendrick's patients that earlier had been
performed by medics.  One day, he amazed Andy by informing him that he
would assist while the youngster conducted the examination (of a very
healthy looking 13 year old).  The doctor never had to say a word.  (Andy's
hair, however, DID get tousled on that one!)

On a few occasions when they worked especially late, Andy, with Sam's
approval, joined the Colonel for a light meal at the small VIP house that
had been provided in Tieferwald.  (The Colonel had refused to live on Base,
saying that he HAD to have his rest ad relaxation after the days he was
putting in!)  Although Kendrick treated him more like a much younger
brother or, perhaps, an older son than an assistant, there was never the
suggestion of anything untoward.  Andy was always driven home after dinner
and, perhaps, a board game or listening to a few records.

Came a day when the two saw a total of 44 teens.  (They were fast
completing their list of appointments.  In fact, the medical team would
depart Tieferwald in just two days.  Suddenly, an Army ambulance screeched
up to their building, staff rushing to the scene from all corners of the
complex.  Within minutes, the teen had been examined, stripped, prepped,
and lay on the table ready for an emergency operation.  Andreas and
Kendrick were so tired that they could scarcely focus!  During a grueling,
four-hour operation, the doctor missed a serious bleeder.  Using a
sterilized scalpel, Andreas privately pointed it out to him.  The doctor
looked at the boy in amazement, corrected the error, and soon closed.  (The
young man lived to make his contribution to the new Germany.)

After speaking personally with Sam, Kendrick invited the boy over for a
special catered dinner.  (The menu was German, but the food was of a
quality that Andreas had experienced only at the Baron's.)  Unfortunately,
it was obvious that the doctor had pretty much shot his bolt.  (Thank God
there were no appointments the next day...the last day!)  Nervous and
exhausted, he still tried his level best to honor a young man who had done
so well by him, a young man who Sam said had earlier indicated he was
thinking seriously about preparing for a medical career.  Finally, over an
after dinner drink which the Colonel twirled endlessly in his fingers,
Kendrick asked whether Andreas had been serious when he had indicated some
time ago that he loved "interpretive dance."  "Jawohl, Herr Oberstleutnant"
["Yes, sir, Lieutenant Colonel!"], Andy replied.  "Is there any chance at
all that you would dance for me?" the doctor asked.  "It would be my
deepest pleasure," the boy replied.  "There is, however, one problem.  The
dance I have in mind - a dance that honors life and those who advance it -
must be performed in the nude.  Do I have your permission?"  The Colonel
nodded heavily and, atypically, poured himself another (stiff) drink.

In the final analysis, the fifteen-minute dance that this beautiful human
being performed was probably even more sensual than the tango that had
closed "Danse Apache".  As he developed the theme through gracefully erotic
responses to music that only he could hear, a vision was created that all
could see - a vision of the human spirit incarnated, beset, trampled, and
then reborn triumphant.  When he completed his gift - his sweat-glazed
torso twisted slightly to the right, his arms held high and bent slightly
outwards at the elbows, his hands held out, but relaxed and reaching for
each other - he beheld tears in Colonel Kendrick's eyes.  Walking over to
the American doctor, he helped him to rise and fold his arms around his
body.  When Kendrick remained frozen in place, Andreas helped the doctor's
hands to touch his pecs, his shoulders, and buttocks, before dropping down
towards his taut lower stomach, over his pelvic girdle, and to his now
rigid penis.

"You don't have to do this, Andy," the doctor said thickly.  Andreas's
reply was quick: "I know, I know, Herr Oberstleutnant, but I WANT to.
Come, let us go into the bedroom."  And they did.

In the fullness of time, Andreas received an impressive plaque signed
personally by the Commanding General of the U.S. Army Medical Department,
honoring his "1947 German service with the Army Medical Corps".  More
importantly, for the next 46 years, he received a card on his birthday that
was always signed, "With eternal love from Chris Kendrick."  Andreas wept
when the forty-seventh card did not arrive.

(May Day and the Great Sportfesttag)

All Tieferwald joyfully welcomed the return of spring.  It had been a cruel
winter.  Between the vicious cold, the frequent and unbelievably heavy snow
and ice, the lack of fuel and food, and the epidemic, many friends and
relatives - young and old - were no more.  But it was fast coming to an
end.

Tieferwald's City Council decreed that for the first time in several years,
the Mid-Main region would celebrate its traditional May Day.  It would NOT
be like the celebrations then developing in eastern Germany that emphasized
massive military displays and marching columns of "workers" chanting
anti-western slogans and singing the "Internationale"!  Rather they would
return to traditions that extended far back into the German past.  In
addition, the Council would sponsor a great Sportfesttag [Sports Festival]
for the region's young.

On the evening of April thirtieth, Andreas and six other youths who were
sitting on separate hills that roughly surrounded the town were frankly
wondering if this "tradition stuff" was really worth it!  Only slowly did
they begin to feel the magic of a soft, chilly late April twilight, a sense
of heather and lavender, a between-the-worlds quality of expectation, a
quietness before the full glory of summer yet ahead.  When darkness had
fallen and the signal came from a church tower within the city, they lit
the giant bonfires, left them in the care of younger boys, and departed
upon their other duties.  Trees were cut in the Steinerwald and cleared for
each Tieferwald and Camp district, the largest of which would stand in the
square before the city's Administrative Building.  Horse-drawn wagons
driven by sleepy men silently appeared to haul the trees off and raise them
in their appointed locations.  There they would later serve as gathering
places for community dances and activities.  Andreas - and countless other
area youths - then went deeper into the forest to find new trees which were
just forcing their way up through the verdant forest floor.  When a youth
found that which he considered to be the finest specimen, he scooped it up
and headed back into town.  There, singing a traditional folk song, he
planted it under the window of his true love.  (With a song in his heart -
though he could not bring himself to let it flow from his lips - Andreas
surreptitiously planted his under Sam's bedroom window!  He even planted a
second to replace the lonely backyard tree that had to be cut down for
firewood during the winter just past.)

Biking back into town, he noted with approval several Maypoles that already
had colored streamers fluttering from them.  ("Thank you, General Clemens,"
he breathed in appreciation of the Commandant who had requisitioned crates
of rolled paper ribbons in a variety of springtime colors.  'What must they
have thought of that request back in America?' he grinned to himself.)
Reaching the town's main square, he joined the youths and men who had taken
part in the night's activities.  Under the Great Maypole's colorful ribbons
that fluttered in the early morning air, they chatted quietly, drank
(terrible!) coffee, and awaited the rising sun.  When its light finally
passed from hillside to hillside as a great and potent symbol of a rebirth
of hope and life, he felt as a true German that the light of spiritual
consciousness had been re-lit in his heart.  Silently, he returned home to
clean up and to EAT!

Mayday itself was a raucous and fun time in every district of the city, as
well as over at the Camp.  District May Queens, elected from the eligible
young women, would compete for the All- Tieferwald crown that afternoon at
the stadium.  Besides the selection of their May Queen, young single men
and women of the district danced around the phallic Maypole, holding on to
the ribbons until they became entwined with their (hoped for) new love.
The children occasionally got to dance at the district sites, although they
were featured before guests at ceremonies in the town's main square.  The
sweetness of their songs, practiced for weeks in the schools, filled the
air.

By 1300 hours (1:00 pm), the stadium was already half filled with at least
25,000 screaming, shouting sports fanatics.  During the course of the
afternoon, the crowd gradually grew to fill nearly 40,000 of the stadium's
50,000 seats.  In sports-minded Germany, there was, naturally, great
interest in the coming 1948 Summer and Winter Olympic Games.  (Fortunately,
at least for spirits during the Sportfesttag, they didn't learn until
considerably later that neither Germany nor Japan would be allowed to
compete.)

The large German band did a creditable job with the Olympic Hymn and
Beethoven's Ninth - and they played the Austrian "Radetsky 'Waltz'" until
the spectators were sick of it and began chanting, "Rot, Weiss, Rot -
Genug!" ["Red, White, Red" - the colors of the Austrian flag - "Enough!"].
Earlier, however, they had struck out when they searched for marches not on
the "Streng Verboten" list.  Sam had saved the day by providing them with
copies of sheet music for several Dartmouth College football songs.
Today's crowd liked them, but wondered what in hell they were listening to.
They also wondered why each time a certain song was played, Sam and all the
boys from DAS HAUS insisted on snapping to rigid attention and singing
along lustily, even if usually off key.  On the field, a judge asked
several of the boys what was going on.  "Oh," replied Georg, "that's our
House sport song."  "Yeah," squeaked Wolfgang, his voice cracking, "and
Sam's our coach!"  A totally mystified look on his face, the judge sighed,
muttered "Verrueckte Amerikaner!" ["Crazy Americans!"], and gratefully
returned to his duties.

An ambitious program of activities had been planned, including races, the
javelin throw, boxing, some gymnastics, and even a series of elimination
football matches.  It was during the trials for the javelin throw that the
only "unfortunate" incident of the afternoon occurred.  Evidently, Horst
and Jaeger were caught stealing a quick kiss in one of the lavatories by a
real tough.  Horst later told Sam that the Schweinhund [literally "Pig
Dog," but the full effect of this serious insult is impossible to
translate.) had knocked the lads to the floor and pulled a knife, vowing to
do something "real good" for everybody.  Jaeger's sharp whistle, however,
brought a crowd of muscular boys into the lavatory - not all of whom were
from The House.  Faced down, the thug was forced to pick Horst and Jaeger
up, brush them off, and apologize.  He was given the choice of immediately
leaving the stadium area or being turned over to the MPs.  When the boys
returned to the stadium, they found that the relay was underway, an event
won by a team comprised of black-American soldiers who left the track to
the strong applause of the spectators.  A football team that included
Andreas and Heinrich defeated the American Army team in a semi-final match,
but they, in turn, lost to a Camp team in the final.

Although Andreas put on a sparkling floor exercise demonstration - actually
winning the small gymnastics prize - Kurt was definitely the all-around
winner in the athletic events.  Thus, he was crowned King of the May.  As
the tall, proud athlete came forward to receive his crown, a garland of
good German oak leaves decorated by a few acorns, the May Queen (a
stunning, long-legged brunette earlier selected by the crowd) also stepped
forward and planted an appropriately impressive kiss on his cheek.  Pouting
slightly, the lovely Heidi stood watching beside Andreas who proudly
gripped his gymnastics first and football second awards

It was growing dark before the last participants passed through the Army's
chow line.  Damn!  That food was good!  Most interesting, however, was a
rumor that was sweeping through the groups who sat, enjoying their meals.
Rumor had it that the western occupying powers had come to a firm decision.
Namely, they had decided it was in their own interest to switch their
German policy from a punishing occupation to the rehabilitation and
rebuilding of a new Germany.  Tieferwald's tomorrow suddenly looked very
promising.


(To Be Continued)