OUT OF THE RUBBLE - 28
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 28
(Revisiting the End of Part 27)
After talking with Franz and Genevieve and making sure that they really wanted his help, Sam arranged for full pre-natal care for Genevieve. She did say that she wasn't completely happy with her foster family, but she wanted to continue living there. Sam further promised the two youngsters that he would work on several possibilities for the baby. Each would be discussed with them - and the choice would be theirs.
(Continuing Our Story: Life's Milestones)
Franz and Genevieve
Deciding that the less formality the better, Sam had Genevieve arrange for her foster family to "visit friends" in order that he could meet with the youngsters in familiar surroundings. After warm greetings, Sam got right down to work. "As I understand it, you reject abortion for religious reasons and, due to Auschwitz, a kinship adoption is impossible. Do I have it right?" "Yes," Genevieve and Franz answered nervously.
"First, let me tell you that you are not in Nazi Germany where a pregnancy could be terminated or a child killed without so much as a word to the parents. That's the type of thing we came here to stop, you know. Actually, I have located two solid possibilities for your baby - and, perhaps, even a third. Thanks to the U.S. Army working in cooperation with German authorities, I have information for you on all three. As best we have been able to determine - though we've only had a few weeks to work on it - this information is true and accurate. Tonight, I am going to describe it to you. There are, however, folders of documentation on each possibility. You are free to examine all of this data. Due to our privacy, requirements, however, this can be done only at the City Administrative Building downtown. Don't worry. You will have a private room in which you can examine these materials, and you may come as often as you wish during business hours. My secretary has already been told that this is a private matter and that records of your visits will not be kept. Clear?"
Receiving nods of understanding, Sam moved on to the first possibility. "The first family that would like to adopt your baby is located in Nuremberg. He's 43 and a doctor; his wife is 39. They are both healthy middle-aged people. Due to his profession, he received a deferment during the War, but he's been cleared by a Denatzification Board. Economically, they're financially secure; they have a very nice private home outside the city. There have one child, aged two. Both of them are Catholic and state that they feel strongly about the importance of their religion. Do you have questions that can't wait until I've finished my review?"
Receiving none, Sam moved on to the second possibility. The second family is located in Hamburg. The man is 35, a business man in an industry that will develop quickly once military controls have been removed; his wife is 33. They, too, are healthy people - somewhat younger than the first pair. After earning a university degree, he served honorably in the Kriegsmarine [Navy] during the War. In fact, he was one of the few men who survived the sinking of the Bismarck. They have a lovely new apartment in a part of the city that is beginning to undergo reconstruction, and there is no problem financially. They are both declared Lutherans, but they do not appear to be exceptionally active in their church. They have no children. Again, any questions that cannot wait? No?"
"Finally" - and this time it was Sam who nervously licked his lips and attempted to suppress a tremor in his hand - "finally, there is a very different kind of family. Oh, dear God, I can't be 'professional' about this," Sam exploded. It's Andy and I!" Both Franz and Genevieve started, looked at each other, and sat up straight on the couch. "I'm sorry, Sam continued when his heart moved back into place above his stomach. I should never have surprised you that way. Would you prefer that I leave? I could tell Franz a bit more about the documents later." "You are our friend, Herr Direktor," Franz answered. "At the very least, please continue with your summary."
"Ok," Sam continued, wondering how he had ever allowed himself to get into this situation, "Andy and I are gay. He's 18, I'm 26, and we both look forward to long, healthy lives. When we were in America during the summer, we pledged ourselves to each other for life. Believe that we love each other more than life itself. When we return to America early next summer, I shall assume a position with an international relief agency. Unless I miss my guess, Andy will enter one of America's finest universities in September. He has evidently decided to become a physician. My parents who live in Boston - and whom you will meet at Christmas when they visit Tieferwald - are fine people, well-off financially, and a great source of support for both of us. Andy's family was murdered in the Slovakian expulsion. You know of my military service. We both love people. The thought of having no children is something that we're not anxious to bear. Your child would be surrounded by love; his or her every physical, emotional, and social need would be met; and, in time, your child would be offered an education that would prepare him or her to be a productive and happy member of society. Now, surely, there are questions."
Franz allowed that he only had one. Wasn't the Nuremberg couple a bit old? Sam answered that he had met with them personally and that he found both the doctor and his wife vigorous, active and, generally, "good people." In any case, they had more than enough money to secure any extra care that was needed.
Before seeing the documentation, Genevieve said she had three questions. She noted that she was sure from speaking to Franz that they wouldn't "push" homosexuality on their baby. What, however, if the baby turned out to be heterosexual? After all, most human beings are. How would they react then? Sam answered that the child would be treated in the same way that straight youngsters were treated at DAS HAUS...with respect and with support in the form of encouraged opportunities to develop relationships with those of the opposite sex. (Franz nodded vigorously in agreement, though Genevieve looked as if she thought The House's approach might be just a bit...loose.) The young lady - for she had already shown herself to be mature beyond her years - then asked about religion. Sam readily admitted that he was not an active Church-goer even though he had been brought up as an Anglican. For him, the heart of religion lay in how we treat our fellow human beings - something, he added, that he felt was central to Christianity.
Genevieve now looked at Sam curiously and broached her third question. "How would such an 'adoption' be handled?" Sam's heart sank again, for he knew that he had to answer truthfully. "I suspect you already know that the law does not permit gay men or women to adopt a child in any country with which I am familiar. As far as I have been able to determine, there is only one answer. I would have to admit to being the father, which would eventually make the baby an American citizen." "Oh," Gretchen murmured. Sam heard Franz grunt as if he had been hit in the stomach with a baseball bat.
The meeting ended...properly. Franz and Gretchen thanked Sam for fulfilling his promise, and they stated that they would examine all sets of documentation promptly. As soon as possible, Sam would receive their answer. On his part, Sam promised to do his best to secure the answers to any additional questions they might have.
Blondi
When an exhausted young American named Sam walked in the door of DAS HAUS, he was met by a thoroughly hyper young German named Andreas. "How did it go, husband?" Andy whispered. "Well, I'm still wearing my head, but, Andy, how I ever let you talk me into to putting myself through such torture is beyond me!" Piteously, he continued, "I am soaking wet, cold, and need a stiff drink!" Despite several guys in the vicinity, Andy lightly kissed his beloved, helped him to remove his heavy outer coat, uniform coat, and tie, and guided him towards a comfortable chair in the living room.
"Oh, there's something else!" Andy burbled. "Why doesn't that surprise me?" Sam replied with a sigh. "Yeah! Blondi's had her first litter - and Frau Luisa says that both mother and pups are doing fine!" "Good!" Sam answered just a bit dryly, "If she'd gotten any bigger, I'd have had to put a wheeled platform under the poor thing!"
"Four!" Wolfgang yelled as he skidded around the corner from the kitchen. "Four! - and I've already got mine picked out!" As Wolfgang skidded back around the corner towards the kitchen and, presumably, Blondi and her puppies, Sam could do no more than mumble, "Oh, yeah..."
"Hey, man, it's a GOOD OMEN!" Andy insisted. "Life is bustin' out all over!" Sam rose, rolled his eyes back, looked up at the ceiling as if imploring divine intervention, and gave his lover a soft clout to the side of the head!
(Hans from Siebenbuergen [Transylvania])
Around 2300 hours (11:00 pm) that same evening, a knock was heard on Sam and Andreas's door. Recharging his batteries, Sam was stretched out on his back in his khaki underwear with Andy draped over a goodly part of him. "It's only me, Heinrich!" a voice came from the outside. "Come on in, Muscles," Sam called. "Hi, guys," Heinrich said as he entered. "Boss, there's a guy downstairs at the door...our age...who says his name is 'Hans.' He's asking for you." "Ok, Heinrich, show him into my office, tell him I'll be right down, and keep him entertained." "Jawohl, Herr Hausfuehrer!" ["Yes, sir, House Leader, sir!"] the high-spirited "duty officer" barked and departed immediately. "I think Heinrich's picking up bad habits from you, Andy," Sam snickered as he got himself up off the bed and put his shirt, pants, and shoes back on. "Could be," Andy grunted. "He's pretty smart."
Sam immediately entered his office where Heinrich introduced him to Hans. The lad, filthy dirty, appeared to be a rather compact, good-looking if slightly swarthy 14 year old with thick brown hair. Telling Heinrich to wait for him in the living room, he asked, "What brings you out on the road at this hour, Hans?" "Well, sir," the boy answered in highly accented German, I've been on the road for weeks. Those of my family whom the Romanians didn't kill, were deported for slave labor by the Russkies. As I got closer to Germany, guys kept telling me that DAS HAUS was the only place for a teenager to go." "You mentioned 'Romania'," Sam interrupted. "Is that where you're from?" "Yeah," Hans replied, "I'm a 'Siebenbuergen Saxon' from Hermannstadt [today's Sibiu, the historic center of Romania's German minority since medieval times]." "Siebenbuergen?" Sam asked. "That's a new one on me. Where is it?" "I think you Americans call it 'Transylvania'; it's up in the northwest corner of Romania." "You don't fold your wings during the day and hang upside down, do you?" Sam asked, trying a little humor. "No, sir, although I'm not against sucking a little blood on occasion!" Hans returned, clearly enjoying the repartee. "Ok, Hans, it's too late for us to talk at length. I'm going to have our duty officer, Heinrich, get you some food, help you to clean up, and find someplace to sleep. In the morning we'll talk. Is that ok with you?" "Yes, sir," Hans replied. After Heinrich had led him away, Sam sat at his desk for a moment or two. 'A cool little customer - and smart,' he thought just before he trudged back upstairs.
"Who are the 'Siebenbuergen Saxons,' Andy?" he asked almost before he was through the bedroom door. "Well, you're familiar with the general eastward movement of Germanic peoples from the early middle ages on," Andy replied. He went on to say that the earliest areas to receive Teutonic emigrants were naturally close by. The Sudetenlanders and his people, the Slovakian Germans, were among them. Nevertheless, it didn't stop there. In addition to individual and family migration, there were several larger waves that didn't really stop until they reached the Black Sea, the Baltic coast north of East Prussia, and deep into the Soviet Union. Two of the most important were the "Siebenbuergen Saxons" and the "Danube Swabians".
The Saxons came early, Andy reported. They settled in the inner curve of the Transylvanian Alps in the 12th and 13th centuries and spilled out onto the plain that merged into the Hungarian steppes on the west. The name '"Siebenbuergen"' came from the castles that Nuremberg peasants erected in their seven largest towns. Theirs was always a tenuous political existence, caught between the aspirations of Hungary (and, later, the Austro-Hungarian Empire) on the one hand and Romania on the other.
The Danube Swabians came later. When the Austrian Empire defeated the Turks in 1683 and began to roll back their conquests, the vast Hungarian plain lay virtually unpopulated, its villages in ruins. Although there had been German emigration to Hungary prior to this time, the expulsion of the Turks resulted in an organized settlement program sponsored by the Habsburgs. Over 1000 German villages were established in southern Hungary alone; even Budapest was a predominately German city. The end of World War I, however, saw the dissolution of the Hapsburg monarchy and the division of the Swabians between Hungary, Romania, and Yugoslavia. The end of World War II was even worse. Both Romania and Hungary sided with Hitler. Hence, when the Red Army stormed across these countries, its soldiers remembered well how German troops had treated their loved ones. They gave the German minorities no protection against the Romanian, Magyar, and Serbian majorities that plundered their homes and possessions. Many of the Saxons and the Swabians left with German troops. Many of those who didn't must have wished they had. Those who remained not only had to face the greed and enmity of the dominant peoples, but they also had to face the Soviets who sent nearly 900,000 Saxons and Swabians to the Soviet Union for forced labor. Perhaps 45% perished; few returned to their former homes. "A sad story," Andy concluded.
The next morning at breakfast, Andy noticed Hans regaling open-mouthed boys from The House with stories of the Transylvanian Germans, as well as some of the choicer legends of the region such that of Dracula. As he listened, Hans was making much of the story that Dracula - whose blood, he said, ran in his veins! - often tortured people to death by having a 15 foot (4.57m) sharp-end pole impaled into their body, beginning from up in-between their legs into the chest area. Eventually, Andy wandered over and introduced himself. As he reached out his hand to clasp Hans's, however, something weird happened. A palpable shock was felt by each youngster. More uncanny, each boy later said that he "sensed" (though neither could not say that he "saw") a momentary deep red glow at the back of the other's eyes when they touched. "We've got to talk, Andy," Hans exclaimed. "Before the day is out," Andy agreed.
Later that afternoon in Andy's bedroom, Hans asked him if he occasionally had problems with wolves. Andy found himself wondering if Slovakian and Transylvanian wolves were somehow related! "Sometimes when I get extra horny, I seem to become an animal," he allowed. "Nah, I'm talking about something else," Hans said. "I think there are times when I run the streets as a wolf. I see things around me as if I am a wolf...always at night...and I need blood," he added. "When we have sex though, I promise not to drink any of yours!" "You're too kind," Andy murmured flatly, "though I'll hold you to that promise."
Before supper, Andy managed to speak briefly with Sam, commenting that Hans appeared to be completely caught up in his vampire story. "Really weird," he said. "Remember, young man," Sam cautioned, "that you were pretty much out of it when I found you in the City Park - and it's a far longer trip from Transylvania to Tieferwald than from Slovakia. But, yes, there is something a little weird going on here, and I intend to check into it."
At supper that night there was quite a commotion when Hans loudly referred to the Hungarians as "swine" Kurt lightly suggested that he look at the "big guy" on his right and then told him of Franz's roots in Hungary. (Franz simply sat with a smile that prominently displayed his rather long teeth.) Kurt also asked Hans if he had any brothers. "Yes, I have one," Hans answered. "Do you hate him?" Kurt continued. "No way!" Hans replied, "Even though he is in Russia doing slave labor, I would DIE for him." "Well, that's the way it is here," Kurt said calmly. "Remember that 1) you are a German, and 2) the Germans around you are your brothers, brothers who would give their lives for you - and expect you to give yours for them. Get it?" A surprised look on his face, Hans nodded that he "got it."
(Locker Room Fun)
Every now and again, Sam was able to get permission (from Capt. Paul Donahue!) for the boys to use the pool and locker facilities over at the Base. On those nights, Army use of the facilities was limited. On a miserably cold night in mid November, the boys of DAS HAUS cheered the news given at supper that they would be able to go over to the pool that evening. Fortunately, they had never been any great problem with the Base's pool rule on nudity, for, after all, it was the habit in the Exercise Club - and life on the second floor was pretty "basic." (Gretchen just knew when not to come out into the hall unannounced!) Oh, sure, an erection might result in a little razzing, but they were generally accepted by their brothers "as they were." Though the lifeguard had to blow his whistle a few times, they were having all sorts of fun in what appeared to be the favorite game of the evening, Grab Ass. Several lanes of the pool were carefully reserved for those who wanted to do some serious swimming, and running in the pool area was strictly controlled. Thus, there seemed to be little complaint from either the boys or from the few soldiers who braved "teen night." The gays among both populations obviously enjoyed the scenery.
Having to hit the lavatory, Kurt returned to the locker room. There, to his dismay, he found two GI "animals" harassing Hans sexually. It wasn't that Hans appeared to be particularly resisting; indeed, he was erect. Nevertheless, the 14 year old was obviously scared and didn't seem to know how either to discourage the action or to encourage it. As soon as Hans saw Kurt, he tried to escape the soldiers, but they grabbed his genitals and squeezed them until he cried out. Kurt told them to back off, but they would have none of it. Kurt received comments such as, "Hey, this little pansy really wants it!" "We wouldn't interfere with your having a little fun." "Get the hell out of here or you'll find out that you've bitten off more than you can chew!" The First Boy was big, and he was muscular, but he wasn't quite 18. There was no way that he could do much against two burly guys in their mid 20s. Nevertheless, when they continued to hold Hans and even began to poke their fingers into his body, he told them to back off or he was coming after them. Not unexpectedly, his attack led to a smashing left hook to the jaw as well as a knee to his balls, and he lay writhing on the tiled floor. Hearing the tumult, Sam and Ehrhardt quickly appeared, bringing an MP with them. The GIs were quickly cuffed and led away. (Before Sam left for the evening, an MP appeared and took his report, and agreed to take Hans and Kurt's in the morning.)
Telling Ehrhardt to take care of Kurt, Sam held the crying, towel-clad youngster in his arms. Hans was dumbfounded that someone - especially Kurt - would come to his aid. After all, not only had Kurt told him off publically during supper, but the First Boy now knew that he was GAY! Supportively, but very firmly, Sam set him straight. "Kurt is your brother," he said sharply. "Around here we don't simply put up with brothers who may be different from us in same ways. We love them, and we support them. It's also the case that you were being attacked by a couple of shit-heads! Kurt did what he had to do. Can you understand that?" Hans simply continued to sob as he burrowed into Sam's chest. Sam was finally able to help him wash his face before escorting the solid little guy back out into the pool area. Ehrhardt had already taken Kurt home.
Sam actually got a few smiles out of Hans before the evening was over and, with Andy and Franz's help, the youngster even entered into a little "Grab Ass" with his contemporaries. "I want to have a COUPLE of dozen kids," Sam mumbled to Andy as they waited for the bus that would take them back to The House.
(Hans: Further Developments)
Sam still wasn't satisfied as to how Hans had reached DAS HAUS - and, at best, he did find some of his behavior to be "a bit strange." Queries to the MP station at the Base and, through them, to a central MP facility in Munich and, thence, to Romanian police in Bucharest led to some "interesting" replies. It seems that it was "unlikely" Hans came from Sibiu (Hermannstadt) in Transylvania. Rather, the "best evidence" seemed to suggest that he was a street kid, probably an orphan, who lived on the streets and in the sewers of Bucharest. A police doctor in Munich commented that his story was probably a "defensive myth," a myth that stabilized the child by giving him life roots and meaning. The Bucharest police did know that he had burgled the apartment of an English couple. During the commission of the crime, one of the couple's children had been slightly injured, albeit "accidentally" and not necessarily by Hans, according to the police. Under British pressure, he was being returned to England to "answer charges" when he escaped from the plane as it stopped for refueling in Munich. He had "probably" been guided north by underground youths who were themselves heimatlos [homeless] and knew of The House if only by reputation...and, in many cases, envy.
Sam instinctively felt that he had to call the MPs and honor the warrant that had been issued for Hans' arrest. Andreas, however, suggested that he should go slow...that there was more about this boy than could be explained by his simply being a Bucharest street urchin. When confronted by Sam with the new intelligence, the boy collapsed, physically and psychologically. Waiting for a doctor, he lay semi-conscious in Sam's lap, mumbling over and over, "I AM Siebenbuergen. Kurt and Franz ARE my brothers." Although he did inform the MPs of Hans' whereabouts, the Director was given temporary custody of the lad, as well as their support in further investigating a very strange series of events.
(To Be Continued)