Date: Thu, 14 Oct 2004 15:03:30 -0400
From: carl5de@netscape.net
Subject: OUT OF THE RUBBLE - 30

OUT OF THE RUBBLE - 30

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 30

(Revisiting the End of Part 29)

Exaltedly, [Papa Peters] threw his head back against the wall.  Dear God,
why had he feared it so?  He'd even had a hard-on as he witnessed the
ferocious display of love between his sons - and no lightening bolt had
melted him to the chair!  Was there any less passion than had characterized
his own love-making only a few years ago?  Was there any less love?  Was
there a SCINTILLA of evidence that there was any less of the "caring"
requisite to a lasting relationship?  No, no, God, NO!  He shook his thick
white hair in jubilation.

And, slowly, he dropped his head to give thanks to his God in prayer.

(Continuing Our Story: A "Difficult" Staff Meeting)

It is the third week of January 1948 in Tieferwald am Main.  Sam convened a
House staff meeting just a few minutes ago and is speaking to a group that
includes Ehrhardt, Rolf, and Kurt.  Lunch concluded, Frau Luisa is also
seated at the table.

"You guys may not know that Otto, whom I suspended through early next
month, was fatally shot two weeks ago."  (Only Kurt gave any indication
that he had heard of the tragedy.)  "I would have told you sooner, but
there was a long delay in identifying the bodies of the three teens...Otto
and the two boys whom he killed.  I received the final word from the MPs
only yesterday.  Let's be silent for a moment and remember our brother, as
well as his two victims."  The staff members found it easier to focus their
eyes on the table before them than to look directly at the Director.  (See
Parts 23/end, 24/early, and 26/middle.)

"What's done is done," Sam continued.  "Other than trying to learn from it,
I find very little value in becoming so ensnared in the past that we are
unable to concentrate on doing what we can to improve the present and,
hopefully, the future.  That's a hard rule to follow, gentlemen...and Frau
Luisa...and I'm not always able to observe it in my own life, but it's
necessary if we are to go forward.  Ehrhardt, will you please lead a moment
of silence...for all three youngsters...at supper this evening?"  Ehrhardt
swallowed and nodded that he would.

Clearing his throat, the Director said, "Now to today.  In September, I
promised you that I would propose a new program for all boys who are
accepted as residents at DAS HAUS, a program designed both to reduce
aggression and to teach the residents more effective ways of handling
aggressive impulses.  I'm sorry that it has taken me so long, but it turned
into a major research project.  On the table, each of you will find a
rather thick packet of information that details my proposal.  Remember that
it is based on the notion that aggression is LEARNED.  It's learned from
one's family, from other adults, and from other aggressive peers to whom
the youngster is attracted.  Over time, some learn it so well that it
appears to be "natural" to the human animal.  The truth is that it is more
like an addiction for these youngsters.  The program has three basic
components..."

"Sir, if you will forgive me," Ehrhardt interrupted, "but I, for one, am
unwilling to lose one more brother to this...addiction.  We know the
quality of your work...and we know your heart.  I move that we accept the
program as it is written and, within one month, begin to implement it."

Baron Rolf immediately sought recognition from the Director.  In response
to his nod, he added: "From the looks of the stack of paper that sits in
front of me, I think it's going to cost money.  I, too, will not lose one
more of my brothers to this scourge.  If the motion carries, I will cover
the extra expenses."

In a business-like manner, Sam commented that there was a motion before
them and asked if there were any further comments.  Hearing none, he
accepted a motion to call the question.  It passed by a unanimous vote.
(Frau Luisa observed to herself that this "democracy stuff" might have its
points.)  "Thank you, my friends," the Director said. "Thank you for your
trust, thank you for your response to that which I agree is an emergency
situation, and thank you for..."  Momentarily overcome, he staggered,
covered his face with his hands, and turned away from the table.  'God be
with you, Otto,' he prayed silently, 'and with the other two boys as well.'
Composing himself, he turned back to his staff and said, "It's difficult at
this point to continue with our agenda, but, given the business at hand, we
must.  Kurt, the next item is yours."

Noting that Aschermittwoch [Ash Wednesday] was on the eleventh, Kurt
reported on the planning of his House Committee for Fasching [called
"Karneval" or "Carnival" in many parts of Germany and throughout the world
- the period immediately before the 40 days of Lent when "repressed animal
spirits" could be expressed in merriment before being muted during the more
somber, reflective season that precedes Easter].

"Hi," the First Boy began.  "The last dance held at DAS HAUS was so
successful (See Part 16.)  that the guys would like to hold another.  We
also talked about a theme - and the best suggestion was that we hold a
Fasching dance with the works...costumes, masks...and all that stuff," he
added a bit lamely.  Grinning directly at Ehrhardt he added, "Given school
obligations, the only really open night would seem to be Saturday, 7
February.  The word is that everybody - girls and guys - would be
interested.  Oh, I should add one more point.  We know that 'Karneval' has
a bad reputation, but we aren't interested in just getting swacked...sorry,
drunk...and tearing the place apart.  And the old tensions between
straights and gays just aren't there any more, at least in The House.  We
just want everyone to get the winter out of their systems and to have a
good time."

Kurt answered a few questions before he noticed Frau Luisa's hand.  "I
think that's a fine idea, Kurt," she responded on being recognized, "and I
think I could provide a Herringschmaus for refreshments."  "Would someone
please tell me what a 'Herringschmaus' is?" their young American director
asked.  "Oh," Kurt answered, "that's a Fasching event where all the food is
based on herring.  It's really good!  I guess it's supposed to get us
Catholics in shape for the Lenten fast," he grinned.  "No meat for 40
days...  Sheesh..."  "Whoa!  Don't the Protestant boys get meat?" Sam burst
out, but was promptly shushed as being out of order!  Even if the proposal
was just a little late, what could the staff do but approve it - which they
did...  enthusiastically...with many a joke about their own experiences at
Karneval.

Returning to his room after closing the meeting, Sam encountered Andreas
whose impatience told him clearly that he was waiting to tell him
something.  "Husband," Andy began, "you'll like what's coming.  I wrote
Dr. Parker at the Harvard Medical School, as he requested when we were in
Boston. (See Part 20.)  Following his directions, I applied for September
admission to Harvard College.  Today, I heard from Cambridge.  Harvard not
only admitted me, but they gave me a scholarship that covers tuition, fees,
books, and meals when I'm on-campus!  How's that for action!"

"Oh, man, that is such great news!  Congratulations!" Sam exclaimed,
delighted with both Andy's good news and with fact that one more problem
was solved. He dearly loved his parents and knew how important their help
would be, but he had no desire whatsoever to turn to them for every nickle
(1 nickle = 5 cents or pennies; 100 cents = 1 U.S. dollar).  As he saw it,
it was important that Andy and he assume adult financial responsibilities
as soon as possible.  "I'm afraid that I don't have anything near as
exciting to tell you - but I've been told that I'll be discharged from the
Army on returning to the States.  Oh, I could tell you how much I love you,
but you already know that!"  "Every time you tell me that you love me,"
Andy murmured as he nibbled on Sam's left earlobe, "it makes me so horny
that I can scarcely wait until we go to bed."  Embracing, the two young
lovers stood by the bed, whispering, laughing softly, touching, kissing -
and, essentially driving themselves mad!

(Karneval!)

While not exactly part of the formal curriculum, "Die naerrische Saison"
[The Crazy Season] began at lunch on Schmutziger Donnerstag [Dirty
Thursday].  (In 1948, all boys from DAS HAUS attended a comprehensive
secondary school.  Today, American pressure having been removed, the
Germans have returned to their preferred pattern of several levels of
secondary schools.) Her lips suggesting that she wanted to kiss him, Heide
slipped over to Kurt - and used a pair of sharp scissors to cut off the
bottom third of his school tie!  The First Boy laughed - for you really had
to watch out for women during Karneval! - and used the rest of his tie to
wipe up the table.  "Ganz naerrisch!" ["Way silly!" or, if you must,
"Completely foolish!"] Heidi's girlfriends shrieked - and so the
festivities began.

As one might guess, the girls had been busy since New Years planning and
executing elaborate costumes.  (As they had for the last House dance, Heidi
and her circle arranged the guest list of 12 girls who were at least "open
minded" - and helped with costumes when necessary.  Believe that it was the
hottest ticket in town!)  The boys, for their part, would only discuss the
costume of the Prince of Karneval (referred to as "His Crazy Holiness").
Indeed, their costumes remained secret up until the time that people
arrived for the dance!  All that was publicly agreed was that everyone
would wear a half-mask and that all 14 boys would be slaves to the girls
for the entire evening.

In fact, the boys agreed unanimously that their costumes would consist of
very short black Lederhosen - and, other than half-masks, nothing else!
Naturally, Sam and Ehrhardt were exempted from this requirement.  After
speaking with Rolf by phone and being promised his support (support that
included both costs and sending a tailor to take measurements!), Andy bowed
three times towards Frankfurt and moved on.  Needless to say, when Frau
Luisa heard of the plan - and little in DAS HAUS escaped her - the staid
Bavarian matron immediately went to Sam and asked him what kind of a
"bacchanalian revelry" was planned.  Sam thanked her for her watchfulness,
but calmly asked who could possibly complain about boys dressed "in dem
nationalen bayerischen Kostuem" [in the national Bavarian costume].  "After
all," he said, "the girls will be dressed in elaborate costumes, the boys
have promised not to let their Karneval get out of hand and, by agreement,
the amount of beer available will be limited in comparison with a mountain
of soft drinks."  Frau Luisa sniffed, thinking about SOME of the boys who
would be dancing with each other, but she said nothing.  If this was what
the Herr Direktor wanted...

Saturday night finally arrived!  Several large Karneval figures had been
cut out in the shop, painted very skillfully, and set up along the walls of
the living room.  At one end of the room, two thrones (actually
cloth-covered dining room armchairs) had been placed on a small raised
stage for the Prince and Princess of Karneval.  The dining room table held
an assortment of snacks dear to the hearts of every adolescent.  Brilliant
color was everywhere; the volume at which the fast music was being played
was already making Sam's teeth ache and his eyelids tremble!  The boys
milled around, grinning and chattering nervously, and obviously looking
forward to shocking the girls.  Actually, they looked great.  More than a
year of dedicated work in the Exercise Club had done its part.  Even the
tall Horst was impressive, for, while still thin, his body had taken on
striking definition.  Several of the young men were simply outstanding
physical specimens, for example, the tall, muscular First Boy whom EVERYONE
liked; the beautifully toned and defined Andreas whose smooth golden body
still glowed from within as if carved from the finest marble; the
dark-haired, well-muscled Franz who was increasingly liked and respected
within The House; Heinrich of the gorgeous arms and thighs - not to ignore
his pelvic girdle (and bulge) that not even the Lederhosen could completely
conceal; and the smooth Georg whose spectacular good looks excited all -
male or female.  Even Bruno was well accepted by his peers this evening -
after Sam had doused him with over a can of deodorant from the PX!  As
Andreas, Georg and, to a great extent, Kurt and Heinrich's bodies were
smooth, Bruno still provided the startling contrast.

The girls, masked and in elaborate costumes, arrived in a group and were
welcomed warmly at the door.  They entered calmly, impassively looked the
boys up and down...several times...and silently retired to their two
bathrooms to...powder their noses.  The boys looked at each other with fury
in their eyes!  The girls had discovered their plan!  The feminine curse of
Karneval had struck again!  Clearly, there was a traitor in their midst -
and he would pay...oh, he would pay.  The boys had barely recovered from
their initial shock when the first girls emerged from the powder rooms.
Immediately, they fell into a double slave line, pressing their foreheads
to the floor.  Silently, the girls walked between them.  Occasionally, a
young lady would stop to put her foot on a slave's neck or, perchance, to
press a small foot against a hefty upper arm.  As soon as the last costumed
girl had passed, Kurt spotted his Heidi, immediately went over to her,
asked if she would like to dance, and led her out onto the dance floor.
Given the mask and costume, Franz wasn't quite as sure, but he took a
chance on a likely looking young lady with a little extra padding over her
mid section.  (Thank God he was right, for he would never have heard the
end of it had he chosen incorrectly!)  Heinrich took a direct path to Georg
and requested the first dance.  The fact that there was neither a muttered
comment nor even a raised eyebrow said a great deal about how far DAS HAUS
had come in recent months.  With a smile that just about split his handsome
face, the lad took Heinrich's proffered hand and simply melted into his
partner as they moved beautifully as one.  Unfortunately, Andy's evening
went downhill from that point on.  Sam hadn't dressed in Lederhosen and now
Heinrich, whom he really liked, was in a relationship.  He did dance...with
boys and with girls...but his heart was never quite in it.  (Frau Luisa,
looking on from the kitchen archway, sniffed, though she had to admit that
they were doing nothing immoral...or even "nasty.")  Actually, they
weren't.  There were no hands on the buttocks or sly genital-to-genital
grinds.  In truth, they were probably dancing slightly further apart than
the straight couples...at least during the first dance.  The only real
surprise was provided by two girls who decided to dance together!  Ah,
Karneval!

Within minutes, everyone was dancing and, seemingly, having a good time.
At the end of the first dance, Kurt strode to the stage and introduced the
Prince and Princess who had been chosen by secret ballot.  To cheers and
applause, Hans and a very lovely young lady from a village outside
Tieferwald were led to their thrones and installed with scepter and crown.
(Actually, nearly every boy in the room somewhat envied Hans' full costume
- even though Hans had decidedly mixed feelings.  All things considered,
however, it was probably best that the lad from Siebenbuergen was clothed
in voluminous layers of fabric, for the sight of several nearly nude boys
dancing together over the course of the evening had a marked effect on his
blood pressure...and other things!)  And so it went.  A number of boys
danced with boys, though not exclusively; two girls danced with girls, at
least once; and everyone felt happy to be part of a unique experience.  It
wasn't as if people didn't care.  What fed the happiness was the feeling of
affectionate support that flowed between everyone that night...that
glorious night.

If you guessed that the Herringschmaus was a grand success, you were
entirely correct!  Beer was readily available, though there were far more
soft drinks. Frau Luisa absolutely outdid herself.  Herring were presented
in every way conceivable - marinated tidbits on small pieces of toast, in
salads, in various sauces (e.g., horseradish, sour cream, dill, curry, and
mustard), and more.  There was even one hot dish, Fried Salt Herring,
Pomeranian style!  Even those lads who were more used to river fish than
something from the ocean found the spread delightful.  The only person who
surprisingly had a slight problem was Sam.  Only when Andy assured him that
the herring HAD to have been netted north of Block Island Sound (Sorry...an
old coastal New England joke!) did he relent and try a few of the many
dishes.  From then on, he was one of the most active consumers, even
suggesting that the custom of a Herringschmaus should be introduced to the
non German-Americans of Boston!

After Sam had begun to feel a little piggish and backed off from the table,
he leaned for a moment against one of the arch pillars.  Suddenly, he
sensed another person nearby. In a hoarse whisper reminiscent of something
out of an Edgar G. Robinson movie, the person said, "I'm feeling guilty,
boss."  "Don't," responded Sam out of the side of his mouth as if speaking
during a prison lineup, "If those girls hadn't gotten the word beforehand -
if their parents hadn't had opportunity to tell their daughter she couldn't
come - we could have been in deep trouble.  Had to be...just had to be."
"Don't worry," the whisper continued, "Everybody's cool.  They want the
next dance too much to screw up...too much.)

The last third of the dance was a bit more relaxed that the first part.
There were a few more slow dances.  A few costume parts were laid aside to
allow face and hair to dry - and the former wearer to breathe.  Kids -
straight and gay - danced a little closer together.  There was even a
little groping, but the gangster-type was generally correct.  No one was
willing to screw up...too much.  When the last dance was announced, Sam
came over to Andy and asked, "Lover, do you mind my costume too much to
dance with me?"  Andy just snorted and hugged him tightly to his body.
Before the dance was over, however, he only wished that he had worn his
most restrictive jockstrap rather than nothing more than a VERY short pair
of leather pants!  With all the little mishaps added together, the dance
was still a glorious success - as Kurt and Ehrhardt were repeatedly assured
by departing guests.  (Nor was a negative word about the dance ever
reported to Sam.  He was told only that many kids at school were hopelessly
envious and would kill to get on the next guest list!)  The boys of DAS
HAUS felt much the same way, though as soon as they had completed service
in the departing slave line, they had to quickly do something about
widespread and serious cases of blue balls!

(The First Boy)

After the boys had completed their clean-up duties, they slowly filtered
upstairs.  Andy sat rather disconsolately on the edge of his bed, for Sam
had received an emergency relief call and had returned to the Base.  "Two
or three hours," he had said...  Sheesh!  Suddenly, Heinrich, Georg, Horst,
and Jaeger wandered in.  Lounging on bed and chair, the boys compared notes
on the dance.  (There was common agreement that there ought to be more
"Crazy Seasons!")  Finally, Jaeger climbed down off the bed, tugged off his
shorts, and pulled Horst up from the chair.  "Common, lover, let's dance a
little," he growled.  His Lederhosen quickly shed, Horst offered no
argument.  Heinrich and Georg were quick to follow.  Enviously...and
somewhat sadly... Andy watched from the bed as chests touched chests, lips
locked in passionate kisses, and hands roamed everywhere.  'Damn it,' he
thought a bit childishly.  'It's not bad enough that I had to put up with
this crap most of the evening, but this is MY room!'  As Heinrich gasped in
response to Georg's hard prong thrusting rhythmically between his thighs
just below his nutsack, Andy was just about to explode angrily.  A light
knock on the door saved an unpleasant scene.

A Lederhosen-clad First Boy slipped quietly into the room.  Looking around,
he quickly sized up the situation, picked his way through the undulating
naked bodies, and stood in front of Andreas.  It's hard to explain what
happened next.  Perhaps, the evening had just made him horny beyond
control; maybe, feelings he had always had towards Andy surfaced; less
likely, he was just gay-curious.  In any case, he slowly removed his shorts
and reached his hand out to the boy who lay sprawled on the bed.  In great
confusion, Andy grasped the hand and allowed himself to be pulled upright.
Kurt rolled the black leather down Andy's body and ran his fingers along
his friend's massive erection before it slapped back against his taut
stomach and pulsed savagely.  Drawing Andy's head down onto his chest, he
danced the boy out into the crowded room. Slowly, he felt him relax and
begin to melt against his body.  Passionately, their tongues explored teeth
and mouths as their fingers clawed at muscles from their necks on down.
Slick with precum, their red, grossly distended cocks pulsed against one
another.  Completely mesmerized, moving as if in a thick fog, the two boys
felt hands and fingers touching them from every direction.  Faces,
earlobes, necks, shoulders, biceps, butts...  Oh, God!  One hand even
reached between the two boys and sensually explored the inside of Andy's
smooth thighs until it reached his long scrotum.  There it began
rhythmically, but very gently, to squeeze his balls.  Andy was never sure
how it happened.  The only fragmentary mental images he ever had of that
experience were of lying in a heap of sweat-covered guys on the
floor...kissing and being kissed, touching and being touched, licking and
being licked and, in time, thrusting and being thrust into.

When he regained consciousness, Andy sensed that all the boys, save one,
were gone.  He still lay in Kurt's arms, warm, protected, loved.  "I wish I
could say I'm sorry, but I'm not," a strong voice murmured in his ear.  "I
just had to know, Andy."  "What did you have to know, Kurt-boy?"  Andy
replied.  "I had to know about you, and I had to know about me...and
Heidi," the First Boy replied.  "Tell me what you learned," Andy whispered
as he began to toy with one of his friend's nipples.  Changing his position
slightly so as to open his chest ever further to Andy, Kurt said, "Well, I
found that I sure as hell feel more strongly about you than I ever expected
to feel about a guy, even a good friend or someone I respect more than
anyone else in The House."  Now lying on their sides almost facing each
other, Andy ran his hand over Kurt's hip and down over the bulge of his
thigh to the bottom of his scrotum.  As Kurt slightly lifted his upper leg,
freeing his genitals, Andy eased them forward and inserted a hand under the
youngster's hefty balls.  "Oh, Andy, y-e-s-s-s," the blond breathed.
"P-l-e-a-s-e..."  Andy pushed the horny youngster onto his back and lay
simply gazing at him for a moment.  Beautiful...  Kurt's neck was thrust
back, every long tendon taut.  His thick, smooth torso was alive with
energy, his pecs rising and falling spasmodically, his nipples hard and
demanding, his abs twitching, the veins in his lower stomach distended.
Above the hand that cupped his balls, his substantial cock rose...swollen,
dark red...pulsing and emitting waves of thick precum.  Andy could wait no
longer.  Lowering his head, his tongue swirled around the large
mushroom-shaped corona, gathering precum sweeter than he had ever
experienced, even with Sam.  Attacking directly, he then deep-throated Kurt
on his first try, began swallowing continuously, vigorously using his
muscles to manipulate the log that stretched down his throat.  It was the
work of a new Master.  Gripping the back of his friend's neck, Kurt could
take that for but the shortest time before he exploded with a long
drawn-out cry.

Thrusting a soda into Kurt's hand several minutes later, Andy asked, "And
what else did you learn, Kurt-boy?"  "I guess I learned that I love you,
Andy," the boy replied timorously.  "Why do I hear fear and questions in
your voice," Andy asked, honestly not know exactly what kind of answer he
would receive.  "The problem, Andy, is that I really DO love you - even
though I love Heidi so and find straight sex even more exciting.  I
know...I know, friend, that's hard to believe after this evening, but it's
true.  And now, thanks to you, I know enough to judge."  "Could you be
bi-?" Andy asked.  "No, I don't think so," Kurt replied.  "I sure as hell
can function physically in your world...if I'm hot and horny enough...but
it's not the answer for me on any long-term basis.  What I don't quite
understand, Andy is how I can so deeply love both you and Heidi."

"Do you love candy, friend," Andy asked, seeming to go off on a wild
tangent.  "Sure, you know I do!"  "And do you love being a leader?  Would
you lightly give up being First Boy?"  "Hell no!  It makes my life!  I'd be
so lost if I didn't have opportunities to really help people!  I've even
been thinking about studying to become a therapist...or something like
that."  "Maybe, then, there's a difference between 'loving x' and 'being in
love with x,' Andy continued."  "What are you taking about, friend?" Kurt
muttered.

"Look at it this way, Kurt-boy," Andy continued - just a little sadly and
(because an exclusory line had been drawn) with just a trace of hurt.  "I
can't use Heidi as an example because...you know...girls aren't a necessary
part of 'my world'.  So let me use Sam instead.  I love many
things...camping, sports, sex, good food, the coast of Maine, the idea of
being a physician, YOU...the list is long.  The point is, I don't dwell on
any one of them all the time.  I wouldn't die for all of them.  (Relax, I
WOULD for you, brother!)  Sam, by contrast, simply exists in another
dimension.  His happiness is on my mind ALL the time.  Sex with him is sex
multiplied by 100 with anyone else...even given what happened tonight.
Even though I'm only 18, I've decided that I want to be with him as long as
I live."  Andy held up his ring finger.  "I don't know how I could exist if
he suddenly disappeared.  In fact, I don't know whether I'd want to - and I
knew this from the first moment my eyes cleared enough to focus on him!  In
short, I not only 'love' Sam, but I'm deeply 'in love with him'.  Does any
of this make any sense, Kurt-boy?"

"Yeah, Andy, it sure does!  That's the way I feel about Heidi.  Thanks for
helping me to see that my feelings for you don't make me crazy or a damned
hypocrite."  As he reached out to caress Andy's face, he added, "I do have
them, you know."  "Yeah, Kurt, I know.  We'll always be more than
brothers."

As he rose to depart, Kurt cleared his throat.  "One more thing, Andy.
There are plenty of chances for likes to do things with likes, and that's
fine.  What's wrong with the football guys having a beer together or the
goof-offs sponsoring an "Entertainment Night"?  After major house events,
however, it seems to me that we should emphasize being together more than
breaking off into separate little 'parties'.  We simply can't let DAS HAUS
become divided again along gay-straight lines!"  "I couldn't agree with you
more, friend," Andy exclaimed. "Believe that you can count on my full
support in the future."  Both friends jostled each other and pounded a
shoulder affectionately as Kurt left the room.


(To Be Continued)