OUT OF THE RUBBLE - 25
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 25
(Revisiting the End of Part 24)
As darkness fell, the Baron turned to Andy and begged! "Andy, I've just got to get a few more... different...shots of you and that damned, magic tree. Help!" His long-suffering comrade groaned and muttered something nasty about "crazy Frankfurt perverts," but finally relented. Reaching the great Oak, the boys built a roaring fire at a safe distance in the clearing. When the muscular young man was once again ready to display his "Teutonic pride, disdain...and tortured agony," Rolf took a long series of shots from different angles in the flickering firelight. Moving in for some close-ups with the flash, he added some spectacular photos of Andy's face, bulging pecs, distended neck muscles, some dirty sweat trickling down his taut brown stomach, Andy's red, rock-hard cock (that he freed in order that it could jut upwards over the ropes), and his long scrotum with its swollen balls that hung deep between his thighs. The naked Rolf was just about over the edge himself as he heard an unfamiliar voice call out from behind a tree.
(Continuing Our Story: "Into the Hasseberge," concluded)
"Boys, the scenery is absolutely fantastic, but I really wouldn't do what you're doing. The border in this part of the mountains is generally unmarked - and the Soviet patrols aren't really all that careful about where they're walking. Between the big fire and the flashes, you're likely to attract some of those bastards. I promise that they would have some fun with you before they let you go - if they ever did...alive, that is."
A bearded giant of a man dressed in a faded shirt and worn trousers - probably in his mid 40s - stepped out into the light. "I'm Gunther," he announced, "and I mean you no harm." Turning towards Rolf, he added, "Why don't you free your friend and then we can put out the fire and talk for a spell."
Seated around the (small) fire over at their camp, the boys looked inquiringly - but, instinctively, without fear - at the giant. Although they concealed personal details, they did tell him about their trip. Increasingly comfortable himself, Gunther told them that he came from Jena. "Jena!" Andy burst out, "Isn't that..." "Yep, it's in the Soviet Zone," Gunther admitted. "Well, why are you over here?" Rolf asked. "That's simple," the giant mumbled as he scratched his large belly, "those bastards won't let us be. Over there, Hitler's old law about homosexuality is still the official gospel. No trips to Buchenwald, no pink triangles...they just shoot us. Two of my friends were shot last month." (Andreas and Rolf looked at each other and shrugged. No use denying it... He knew.) "We come over here across the relatively open border in these parts to get away from them...and have a little fun. Sadomasochismus... S&M...you know?" "Sadomasochism?" Andy asked. "Yeah," Gunter grinned, "but at our age - and I'm the young pup of the litter - it's a hell of a lot more about fun than pain! Say (his eyes lighting perceptibly), would you be at all interested in joining us for a session? Over a couple of nights, the gang has been filtering across the border for this month's event...tomorrow night...'S&M Down on the Farm'," he announced proudly. I promise that nothing bad will happen to you - my friends just aren't that way - and you can say 'Halt' whenever you want to. You guys are not only built like brick shit houses, but you're so good lookin' that my friends would be really excited. You might have a real different experience...in a completely safe spot." "Gunther," Andy said, "do you mind if Rolf and I talk privately for a few minutes?" "Nope," Gunther allowed, "talk away."
Some distance away, Rolf sputtered, "Are you crazy, Andy? It could be dangerous!" Andy calmly responded, "I don't think Gunther's dangerous...to us. Do you...really?" "Maybe not," Rolf responded, but S&M? Hey, my dungeon was bad enough when Papa Otto really got rolling, but I've been in some places in Cologne...and Munich..." "Well, Andy responded, I think I'm willing to take a chance on Gunther's telling us the truth when he said that for them it was more fun than pain." "That's something else, Andy! Some REALLY old men...you know, some grayhairs...some grandfather types...may not excite me, but they aren't going to bother me either. How about you? Can you handle that?" "I don't know, Rolfie, but, shit, doesn't the idea of a really new experience kinda turn you on?" Rolf looked at his chum incredulously. "You're serious! Mein Gott, why didn't I pick ein Schaf [a sheep] as my very best friend?" he moaned. Andy didn't say a word. Rolf looked at him. Andy still didn't say a word. "Ok, ok, Andy, I'll go along with this craziness...for you," he added. "Just remember that I warned you!" Actually, he was just being Rolf and looked forward to the evening just about as much as Andy!
Returning to the fire, Andy told Gunther that they had decided to accept his invitation. "Good! the giant exclaimed. "You have my personal word that you'll be perfectly safe, completely in control of what happens, and can expect to have a fantastic ride! I'll pick you up just as it gets dark tomorrow night. It's warm...no clothes other than your boots. Oh, and you might bring your rope and any personal equipment," he added happily. "If it's ok with you, Rolf, I'll carry your camera and take some pictures for you." He added with a smile that he was an excellent photographer. As he stood and prepared to leave, Gunther looked down at the sitting youngsters and grinned. "Would you enjoy my showing you one little trick?" Given their enthusiastic acceptance, he asked if he might have a little grease, told the boys to lie down on their backs, and smeared the grease generously over the front sides of their bodies. Then commanding them to stand, face each other, and press against each other, he first adjusted their swelling cocks so that they stood vertically between them - and then tightly lashed their bodies together...from their shoulders to their ankles! "Ok, boys, have fun! See you tomorrow night!" he chuckled - and disappeared into the darkness.
Cussing up a storm, Rolf and Andy managed to shuffle their feet until they were able to fall over on the tarp that covered their thick grass beds. Changing positions minutely, they tried to gradually get some movement going between their bodies. They succeeded, but the movement caused was not exactly what they had intended! As their cocks slid against each other, the boys began to pant...then to grunt...and then to moan until their bodies spasmed simultaneously and added a substantial layer of goo to the grease that separated them. Actually, it was the movement caused by their orgasms that launched them on an even more productive road! First, they found that the spasms slightly loosened the ropes. That plus the new layer of fresh goo allowed even more body movement. Suddenly, Andy realized that the ropes didn't immobilize either his or Rolf's necks. Telling Rolf to lift his chin as far as possible, he reached down with his teeth and attempted to undo one of the knots at the very top of his friend's chest. The knot fell apart almost immediately. "Rolf," he murmured, "these knots were not only placed in a convenient place, but they were never meant to hold. It's almost as if what has happened was planned...step by step!" "Stop talking, Andreas, and get me the hell out of here!" Rolf muttered. Within about an hour, the boys were free and cleaning themselves off.
By morning, Rolf had recovered his good humor, the boys had gotten some needed rest, and there was a new day to enjoy - and an evening to look forward to! Nothing very strenuous went on. After pulling some grass clumps to clean up a few blobs of grease off rocks that they had missed in the dark the night before, they enjoyed splashing in the stream. In fact, they got some excellent water shots, both with and without the shutter-delay button. Although they did enjoy a game of tag in early afternoon, they essentially took it easy. Tonight should be interesting and then it was another three days of slightly easier hiking to reach Hassfurt.
As the last signs of twilight faded and it was suddenly dark, Gunther appeared silently out of the surrounding forest. "Ah! Good for you, gentlemen! I see that you discovered the way to solve my little puzzle!" "Didn't discover anything," Rolf mumbled just a bit sullenly. "It just happened." "Well," the gentle giant replied brightly, that's one advantage of being young, yes? Good things can just happen!"
For nearly 40 minutes they hiked through the pitch-black darkness of the forest. Occasionally, one or another would be switched by a branch, but, all things considered, Gunther proved to be an excellent guide. Suddenly, they found themselves at a long-deserted farm. Only the barn, a fenced paddock, a smaller enclosure that included a trough, and a shed remained, and newly grown trees pressed in upon them from every side. (Indeed, one wall of the shed had already buckled under the continuing pressure of an expanding tree trunk.) Mimicking the cry of a forest bird with which both boys were familiar and hitting the door of the barn twice with the open palm of his hand, the travelers waited until the door was slowly opened. It was as dark inside as the interior of a coffin! Not until they had entered and what Andy took to be wall coverings had been replaced were two lanterns lit. The two groups stood facing each other.
Gunther was indeed the "young pup of the litter." Of the eight men who faced the two youngsters, all but Gunther were clearly in either their late 50s or early 60s. Gray hair abounded; their physical condition varied widely. All were naked; most sported cock rings; quite a few wore nipple clamps. Suddenly, everyone relaxed and began talking and introducing themselves to their young guests. It didn't take Andy long to determine that this was a group of professional men - and, he suspected, men of good will. Maybe, like him, they just wanted to be themselves. The last of the group who came over to Andy to introduce himself was a delightfully gracious elder named Amos. After talking for a moment, he inquired about Andy's cock band. "I've never seen anything like it before," he said. "It's beautiful! Would it disturb you if I examined it, even if I touched you in the process?" "No, mein Herr" [sir], Andy answered. Please do." The old gentleman bent down, cupped one hand under Andreas's balls and placed the fingers of the second on the cock band. (Incidentally, of course, his palm simultaneously rested on the lad's long cock, raised as it was by the band! As his fingers moved . . .) "Thank you, you are an exquisitely handsome young man," the elder said politely. "I hope we have further contact before we both have to leave."
A distinguished looking and remarkably well-built member of the group finally called for order, welcoming all, and noting that the announced program titled, "S&M Down on the Farm" had been modified to take advantage of their guests' "special gifts." He then asked Rolf and Andreas if they were ready for his friends to "share a few enjoyable moments." "Don't forget," he continued, "You may say, "Halt!" at any time - and no one will think any less of you for it. You are our valued guests and we delight in your being with us." After looking at Rolf, Andy answered with a firm, "Jawohl, meine Herren!" ["Yes, sir, gentlemen!"]
The ten-person group, laughing and joking with each other, moved over to another part of the barn where two ENORMOUS wheels had been mounted horizontally. (Andy surmised that they must have been the two rear wheels of a very early tractor.) Asked to mount the wheels and lie on their backs, the boys found that their hands and feet just reached the outside edge of the wheels. Swiftly, they were blindfolded and their widespread wrists and ankles were tightly bound to the rims. A secondary rope secured their waists. At a nodded command, four "regulars" began to spin each wheel. Andy was thoroughly dizzy within two or three minutes - but the best was yet to come! As the wheels continued to spin, the members of each "team" reached over and began lightly to stroke its occupant...in every conceivable spot on the front of their bodies. Within another minute, Andy's cock was rock-hard and turning red. Moreover, that damned cock band was going to prevent any sudden collapse!
The wheels stopped and the reeling youngsters, their cocks still at maximum thrust, were led out to the paddock. Through still-trembling eyelids, they beheld a large and quite beautiful stallion. (Gunther whispered that "Hercules" was on loan from a friend.) Asked by the moderator if they rode - particularly if they rode bareback - both youngsters answered that they did and, further, that their leg muscles were in top shape. "So we have observed," the moderator said with obvious pleasure. Rolf was helped up in front; Andreas, directly behind him. "Young men," the moderator called, "Using your knees as pivots, bend your bodies forward." (Neither youth had the slightest problem with the movement.) Another man came over to the lads, inserted a goodly amount of lube into Rolf's anal canal and heavily greased Andy's cock. He then guided Andy's weapon into his friend. Again, there was no problem. "Very well, pivot back!" the moderator commanded. Rolf and Andy did as they were ordered, albeit with a Herculean grunt as Andy's cock penetrated well into Rolf's canal. "Now, Hercules, trot!" The beast did exactly as he was ordered, and Andy and Rolf were off on the ride of their lives. Every movement of Hercules as he trotted in a circular pattern around the paddock either caused Andy's cock to go deeper into Rolf or to retract. Just holding on with their legs, their chests rising and falling painfully, their heads thrown back with open mouths gasping for air, Andy's moans began to sound dangerously musical. Riding on the wind, at the very edge of their control, the moderator suddenly yelled, "Hercules, canter!" That did it! As Hercules broke into a gallop, Andy and Rolf - screaming their bloody heads off - exploded simultaneously! When Hercules puffed to a stop, the boys were lifted down by their now adoring fans. Praises filled the air; laudatory pats and strokes fell upon Andy and Rolf. They kinda liked it.
As the boys walked back into the barn, they "accidentally" stepped into separate padded rope traps and were hoisted into the air upside down. "Well, how did that happen?" the moderator asked innocently as his membership snickered. "Let's do something useful," he ordered. Rough cloths immediately appeared and were used to wipe the cum, the sweat, and the dirt from the youthful, muscular bodies that hung upside down like well-trimmed sides of beef.
"You boys have got to take a rest," Gunther said, after they had been rescued from their fate as prime beef. "Come over here and lie down on your stomachs on these benches." Relaxing on what now felt like feather beds, the boys were not exactly surprised when their arms, legs, and waists were abruptly lashed to heavy ringbolts set into the floor below. (Again, the ropes were substantially padded.) As Gunther left the barn, another member stood between them and softly told that they would now be rubbed down with a compound beloved of eastern Germans. It would surely remove any soreness from their muscles. Blindfolded, the young men felt hands gently rubbing a thick, viscous substance into every nook and cranny on the reverse sides of their bodies. "I want you to know," the soft voice returned, "that Gunther once had a farm up in these hills - on this side of the border. A Soviet patrol stumbled across it and murdered his entire family while he was buying feed down in Hassfurt. He will introduce you to his one remaining pet. To be sure, his pet is loving and perfectly safe, but you should not move until Gunther has removed him from the barn." Not able to see a thing, the trembling boys heard the barn door squeak open and more than one person enter. It's probably a good thing that they couldn't see, for Gunther was accompanied by an enormous, albeit aged, bruin. As they approached, Andy didn't have to see it. After all, he was from the deep forests of Slovakia - and he knew a bear when he SMELLED one! "Rolf, stay real still. Your life may depend on it!" he whispered. "Shush!" the soft voice commanded. As the loud rustling, clumping, scratching sounds came closer, Gunther began speaking in a somewhat sing-song voice. "Yes, Bruno, that's a good boy. Come over here and get something good!" ('Bruno?' Andy thought...more than a little disoriented by his rising fear. 'It sure as hell doesn't smell like Bruno to me! Somebody's gotta shower more often!') Sniffing loudly as aged olfactory powers began to pick up the scent of his beloved honey, Bruno responded. Emitting a unique humming sound, he lowered his enormous head and tentatively licked Andy's rump. Obviously liking what he tasted, he worked his rough tongue deep into Andy's crack. "Please, God," Andy began to pray silently. Suddenly, Bruno snorted and emitted a low growl. He had finally caught the smell of honey on Rolf's body. Poor Rolf. For a good half hour, Bruno licked every square inch of his reverse side. Returning to Andy, he began vigorously to lick the lad's perineum. Though Bruno whimpered and whined pitifully - and even snarled once - Gunther decided that it was time to depart and led his pet out of the barn. Andy and Rolf were immediately released from their bonds and cleansed with soapy water, cloths, and eager hands. As their hearts slowly returned to their normal rhythms and their heads cleared, they looked up from the benches and weakly grinned at their eastern colleagues. All eight of them broke into heartfelt applause.
After the group had rested, taken refreshment, and enjoyed a pleasant conversation, including some interesting details about life in the eastern Zone, the moderator resumed his responsibilities. A large tray was placed on a table before the boys. "We thought you might enjoy learning a bit more about the vegetables grown in eastern Germany," he said, smiling professorially. He then uncovered the tray, disclosing an enormous Gurke [cucumber], an even larger Eierfrucht [eggplant], several ears of Mais [corn], and assorted root and leaf vegetables. "These, gentlemen, are the glories of eastern German agriculture. Thus, the prize for our challenge, should you care to accept it, also represents the zenith of our culture." He held up a large red and yellow medal from which glared the face of Karl Marx! "My friend, Petr, who comes from Karl-Marx-Stadt [Karl Marx City; previously and since reunion the city of Chemnitz] will explain further."
"The challenge, dear Andreas and Rolf, is first to 'ingest' the Gurke and then a second vegetable of our choice. Not wishing to insult or bore you by suggesting that you merely eat it, you will guess that we require another, more 'interesting' approach," he added delicately. Are there any questions or contestants?" Andy looked over at Rolf who, after 'ingesting' Andy aboard Hercules, was clearly disinterested. Ever open to a "challenge," mindful of western pride...and feeling rather horny, Andy signaled his acceptance. (After all, SOMEONE must act honorably in such situations!) After meticulously lubing the huge cucumber, Petr indicated that Andy should lie across his lap, resting his hands on he floor. With dramatic sighs of pleasure, the old gentleman thoroughly prepared Andy for the task ahead. The preparation completed, two men gripped either side of the cucumber and approached Andy as he lay on Petr's lap. Expressing only a slight gasp as his anal muscles were breached, the young German from Slovakia inhaled...and did his duty. Cheers filled the barn, cheers that quickly turned to shouts of protest when Petr gestured for several ears of corn. "Nein!" "Nein!" "Unser Junge hat gewonnen!" "Geben Sie ihm die dumme Medaille!"...und so weiter. ["No!" "No!" "Our boy has won!" "Give him the stupid medal!"...and so forth.]
"Young gentlemen," the distinguished moderator said - once order had been restored - we have a lot of fun at these meetings. In fact, they are also something of a "light in the window" for us, a light that proves we are still alive...and that there is still hope for Life. You will not believe the pleasure that your presence has given us. We glory in your youth. We salute your spirit. We thank you from the bottom of our hearts!" (Cheers greeted his statements.) Our formal, if modified, program is over. Andreas and Rolf, please understand that it is not safe for us to see each other too often. Further, we come from throughout the eastern Zone. Hence, rather than engage in sad goodbyes or mourn lost brothers, we end our gatherings by sharing our love. You are free to join us. If you prefer, Gunther will return you to your camp with our love. Vielen Dank, meine Lieben!" ["Many thanks, my dear ones!"].
The group began to pair up and move to stalls that lined two walls of the barn. Andy watched Rolf walk off arm in arm with the moderator. Turning, he saw Amos - who earlier had so admired his cock band - looking at him sadly from across the room. The young man smiled and reached out his arm.
Entering a open stall, Andy was DETERMINED to show this good man all of the affection he could muster. He was a bit taken aback when Amos responded with passion! 'So...' the lad muttered to himself. Amos seemed determined not to go beyond what the youth was willing to offer, but when Andy "opened up" a bit, he took it just a little further. In fact, he slowly, tentatively began to take command. His hands and lips explored every part of the beautiful young body; his tongue dueled Andy's to a draw. When the boy felt his cock rising and inhaled, Amos sucked demandingly on his thick throat while his hand reached down to caress the lad's hardening pole. Licking his way down Andy's body, he swirled his tongue around the majestic corona before tonguing his long scrotum and gently inhaling his balls. His eyes opening wide with pleasure, Andy's body began to tense and a soft, musical moan began to escape his trembling lips. "Andreas," the man whispered, "I want you in me." "I'm terribly large when I get this excited, sir," Andy replied. "Don't worry, lovely one," Amos breathed. Producing some lube from beside the pallet, he thickly coated the boy's cock, handed Andy the tube, and turned over on his stomach. "Amos, if you don't mind, I want to remember something very beautiful. Would you be comfortable turning over so that I can see you...and love you?" Actually blushing, Amos turned over and helped Andy raise his legs onto his broad shoulders. Not easily - for Andreas was big - two MEN (Forget the age difference!) made love...kissing, thrusting, moaning, gasping, and finally cumming with spasms that shook their bodies. Lying on the pallet afterwards, Amos grinned as he reached up and flicked Andy's nose.
It wasn't easy saying goodbye to their new friends, but it was time. Back at the camp, Gunther returned Rolf's camera - plus three rolls of exposed film. "You won't find many faces in there - other than your own," the gentle giant allowed, "but you understand." "You did get a picture of Bruno, didn't you, Gunther?" Andy asked. Gunther allowed that he had taken pictures of everything." "Good, Andy snickered, "I want to introduce our Bruno to his cousin!" "Which twin has the heavier fur coat?" Rolf laughed. Neither boy was laughing, however, as they fell into a group hug with Gunther. Honest men aren't all that easy to find - and they knew of the tragedy that has befallen his family. "Take care of Bruno! Take care of yourself, Gunther!" they yelled as he disappeared back into the forest.
The return hike wasn't all that bad, which was pretty much what they had expected. The many downhill sections allowed them to move along smartly. The two nights were fun. On the first, Rolf brought out the last of his toys, a thick "double-dong." "What in hell is that, Rolfie?" Andreas had asked on first seeing the monster. "Well, it's kinda like a dildo, only two people use it at the same time," Rolf explained. "Ah so," Andy grinned. Actually, it worked! Rolf got it lubed and started inserting it into his friend. He then backed up until his anus slipped onto the other end. The most difficult problem, naturally, involved getting a rhythm going that would result in the thick toy's driving first into one youngster and then into the other, but they finally got it.
On the last night, Andy took the driver's seat, even though he would have preferred his friend to pound the hell out of him. (On that variable, he would be happy to be back with Sam who actually preferred to top.) As they left camp for Hassfurt on the morning of the seventh day, both boys found it very difficult to contemplate returning to civilization. Reluctantly, Andreas removed his ball weight & stretcher, as well as his butt plug and slave collar, cleaned and packed them away, and donned the traditional hiking outfit that Rolf had brought from Frankfurt. They emerged from the woods at about 1500 hours (3:00 pm) just a short distance from the first houses of the town. Turning back, remembering their new friends who lived to the east, the two youngsters gazed at the forest-covered Hasseberge, rising in waves towards the Soviet Zone frontier. They stood dreamily, arms around the other's shoulders. Heavily tanned, Andy's hair bleached to a light blond, Rolf's to a less intense black - and, if anything, more tightly muscular than when they had left - they felt on top of the world. "Super hike, Andy," Rolf allowed. "Yeah, a real super hike!" Andy agreed.
(To Be Continued)