Date: Thu, 16 Sep 2004 10:01:13 -0400
From: carl5de@netscape.net
Subject: OUT OF THE RUBBLE - 22

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)