OUT OF THE RUBBLE - 9
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!
PART 9
(Revisiting the End of Part 8)
As it was, he was relieved soon thereafter to welcome Horst - and his promised "gift." Horst and Andreas did exchange gifts...gifts that put the flavors of chocolate, vanilla, and sugar to shame. ('Man, oh man,' Andreas thought to himself afterwards, 'that boy has REALLY developed!')
(Continuing Our Story: Andreas and Rolf's Excellent Adventure)
For nearly three and one-half days, the boys had been paddling on beautiful mountain streams, the snow-covered peaks of high mountains not far in the distance, the dark green evergreen flora of the Lower Alps occasionally giving way to mountain meadows with brightly-colored flowers. Andreas was able to identify several of the trees that were perfuming air that was at one and the same time sharp, crystal clear, and delightfully warm. Birds unfamiliar to both boys flew back and forth, loudly complaining about the intruders. Although they occasionally saw animals, including one large stag, they delighted in the fact that they hadn't seen another human being since leaving the small GI camp.
Shortly after 1100 hours (11:00 am) on the fourth day of their trip, they were paddling down a decent sized stream that flowed quietly between surrounding hills. The rough map provided by their GI hosts indicated that a lake lay no more than two miles (3.2 km) ahead, a lake that would give them access to a small valley to the south. Thus far, they had been blessed with warm, sunny weather. Not surprisingly, other than for sun glasses and visored caps, both boys were paddling in the nude, having thrown their camping shorts on top of gear stashed in the middle part of the canoe.
Andreas had thoroughly enjoyed paddling in the stern of the canoe for the entire trip, if for no other reason than his eyes had been able to feast on Rolf. Relieved that he hadn't been caught, he called out, "Hey, Rolf, you look fantastic! All of that work you did in the Exercise Room really paid off!"
Rolf responded, "Yeah. Truth is, Andreas, I feel great. I went back to the Exercise Room on many nights just to work out a bit more on my own. I've really worked on my back, for instance. How does it look?"
Although fit and in superb health, his self-image had been little affected by his long hours in the Exercise Room. Andreas was convinced that he had to do something drastic about the softening effects of living in the city. Running his eyes down Rolf's shoulders and arms, the classic "V" of his back with its ridges of muscle, one gorgeous rounded butt, and his powerful thighs and calves, he was beginning to feel seriously turned on. The sweat pouring down his friend's smooth body wasn't helping him to cool it, either. God, he would gladly trade places with the fly that just landed on his companion's shoulder blade! Concentrating on trying to blot out the image of Rolf's "front" side that was dominating his imagination, he couldn't do much more than swallow and mumble, "Great, Rolf!"
It wasn't long before the canoe smoothly slipped out onto the lake. Inasmuch as Rolf has finally gotten over the idea that he has to drag the paddle towards him, the boys were paddling with increasing efficiency.
"Let's take a short lunch break, Rolf. Ok?"
"Yeah. What do you want me to do?"
Andreas shouted out, "Watch for rocks and wood underneath the water, and see if you can spot an area that's free of mud and has a reasonably flat, hard beach. If the onshore area is open, that's even better." Within a quarter hour, the boys had spotted a good place to land, exited carefully from the canoe, and were climbing a few yards up to a rock shelf that looked as if it might have a nice view of the lake. As they both stretched and spread out on the rock, Rolf muttered that even the rocks on which he was sitting had to be more comfortable than a canoe! "I guess you have to do a lot of canoeing before you can get very comfortable," Andreas agreed. "On the other hand, if you listen to those GIs, maybe you never get comfortable!" Having finished their simple meal of a couple of hard rolls washed down with a little water, the boys were getting ready to return to the canoe. Suddenly, Andreas yelled to Rolf who had begun climbing down the side of the shelf. "Hey, Rolf, there's something over just beyond the shelf. We've got a few minutes let's take a look!"
About 20 yards (18.2 meters) down the beach, the boys came upon a mammoth log that had been thrown up on the shore after being in the water for who knows how long. Really strange... Actually, from the side, the larger end did look as if it had been carved into the head of a fierce dragon. "Neat!" exclaimed Andreas. "I've got to have a picture of that. Help me out, Rolf; get over there and stand just back of the eye."
"Isn't our camera in the canoe, Andreas?" Rolf asked. "Do we really have time to go down and get it?"
"No problem! I brought it with me. Do your duty, buddy!"
"But I don't have any clothes on..."
"Well, we sure haven't let that bother us on this trip. As long as no one else sees it, there's no problem - and no one will. Ok?"
Rolf quickly decided that this just wasn't a battle that he wanted to fight with Andreas right now. Furthermore, in addition to being a little horny himself, he really did want to be close friends. Consequently, Rolf rolled his eyes towards the heavens, reluctantly scrambled over to the log, and posed as naturally as possible beside a fantasy creature that he fervently wished would come to life and either incinerate him or swallow him alive!
Resting for just a second after taking his picture, Andreas realized that he now had his photo of Rolf's "front side." Here's something that would turn him on whenever he thought of it, let alone looked at it. He almost felt a little shy as he looked up at Rolf who had continued to pose. There he stands, Andreas murmured to himself, there he stands - his arms crossed across his chest, biceps standing out and forearms bulging...those long powerful legs that he wanted to squeeze in his hands. A lewd grin came across his face as he admitted to himself that the fact Rolf was really hung didn't exactly turn him off either! Seeing the look that suddenly crossed his model's face, he knew well enough to yell quickly, "Ok, Rolf! That does it!"
At that point, the boys quickly returned to their canoe and were soon off again, searching for the spot where they would have to begin a short portage. In due course, they identified the marker, made land, and in two trips carried their kayak and camping gear over to the banks of still another stream.
When again upon the water, the youngsters almost immediately found themselves in another world. This world was completely different from the country that they had already traversed. "So this is the special valley that the GIs wanted us to see," Andreas wondered. "Wow! It's like a cathedral. Dark... The trunks of the tall trees are its wall. I can almost smell the incense. See the colorful birds up there? That's the stained glass!" Rhythmically paddling with the mild current, they felt as if they were canoeing right down the middle of the cathedral's nave! Rolf finally spotted a safe landing place, immediately beyond which they found a good sized clearing for their camp.
It didn't take the two long to place the canoe upside down on logs, to set up their half tent, and to place their blankets on thick beds of dried grasses. It took less time to get a good fire blazing - in part because generous amounts of wood were to be found on every side. Soon the two young men were sitting before the fire, sipping some hot soup and preparing to warm a C- ration dinner that even included some tins of the Army's finest meat! Other than being a little dirty and sweaty, they were doing fine! That is, they were doing fine until Andreas stuck out his foot and kicked Rolf in the shin. Well, the consequences were entirely predictable. Obviously, the boys immediately fell into a wild wrestling match that went on for a good hour, their nude images silhouetted against the dark trees, sparks flying as they kicked debris into the fire. Eventually tiring, the boys washed up in the stream and donned warm, dry clothing.
All good things - days, trips, relationships...whatever - eventually come to an end. Both Rolf and Andreas had experienced especially taxing days. By 2200 hours (10:00 pm), the fire having reduced to embers, it isn't surprising that they had stripped, slipped below their blankets, and squirmed into a comfortable position with their backs to each other. Deep even breathing suggested that each had quickly fallen to sleep.
Perhaps a half hour later, Andreas quickly sensed that all was not well with Rolf. Seemingly in his sleep, he was thrashing around, occasionally emitting a low groan. After a few minutes, he lay on his back, his blanket significantly tented. In the faint moonlight, Andreas could see the outline of his hand as it reached silently under the covers and crept towards his cock. Thinking that it was now or never, he lifted up on his elbow, bent over Rolf, and quietly whispered, "Let me take care of that, buddy?" as he gently touched Rolf's cheek with the back of his hand.
He felt Rolf gasp, tense, then swallow and, after a moment, nod almost imperceptibly.
Drawing back the blanket, Andreas himself gasped as he gazed upon the tall, throbbing pillar, precum already flowing down its sides. After a moment's pause, he bowed his head and began to touch the tip of his tongue to the opening from which the clear liquid issued.
"Ooh-h-h-h, Andreas...ooh-h-h-h...oh, my God, Andreas!" Beneath him, Rolf writhed, digging his fingers into the grass, twisting his head back and forth, and sobbing.
Andreas has waited for this moment. It was a taste so sweet as to blow his mind. He was intoxicated by the heady odors of maleness. His very closeness to someone he had admired - and wanted - since first he had laid his eyes upon him brought tears flowing down his face and splashing on the object of his desire. Breathing heavily, he moved between Rolf's powerful legs. Slowly, he lowered his head until he was able to mouth the heavy muscles just above his knees. Then, moving more swiftly, he inched his body forward and slid his moist, warm tongue directly under Rolf's ample nutsack. Andreas steadied the convulsing boy by placing his hands upon his upper thighs. Then, slowly and deliberately, occasionally allowing himself to "nibble" with his lips, he ran his tongue up and over the sack to the base of Rolf's shaft - and up its underside until his mouth reached and enveloped the reddened, engorged helmet. Realizing that both of them were too close, he paused. When he trusted himself to speak, he whispered, "I don't know what I'll do if you hate me, Rolf. I love you so."
By way of answer, Rolf raised his arms and placed them around Andreas's neck, murmuring, "Don't worry, Andreas;" and then, "I've been so scared for so long. Please be patient with me."
"All the patience in the world, Rolf..." Nearly overcome, he went on, "God, I love your body. It's so perfect, so...beautiful." Moving his lips over Rolf's stomach and up over his rippled abs, he reached a nipple and added, "And it feels so damned good! And it tastes so damned good!" Lifting himself off Rolf's chest, he inched downward until he could grasp his cock shaft in both hands and vacuum the head into his mouth. Releasing one hand in order to cradle the boy's heavy balls, he tongued and hungrily sucked the glans. Only moments later, Rolf's genitals began to swell and tremble. Breathing hard in shallow gasps, he suddenly shuddered and nearly rose completely off the ground as his back arched. As a roar bursting from deep in his chest reverberated against the blackness of the surrounding trees, a solid white stream of cum gushed from his cock and rose into the air. To hear Andreas tell it years later, it didn't stop until it reached the tent-half above and splattered over both their naked bodies.
Rolf's head cradled in Andreas's lap, the two boys sat and whispered for some time. Finally, with a strange sigh, Andreas bent down, allowing his hair to brush Rolf's forehead. "Got a big day tomorrow, Big Guy. Let's try to get at least a little sleep." With that they slowly untangled their bodies and again tried to make themselves comfortable on the ground.
It wasn't 20 minutes before Rolf resumed thrashing around and, asleep or under his breath, occasionally muttering words or phrases that were largely unintelligible. Finally sitting up, he discovered that it was 0300 hours (3:00 am), a fact that he promptly announced to his tent mate. Not getting much of a rise, he bent over and in a lower tone shared a few more words that obviously did not come easily: "Andreas, I owe you - big-time. I don't care if it's SEVEN o'clock! Let me repay you."
In a voice that didn't entirely conceal his hurt, Andreas answered, "ROLF, YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO IT! You don't OWE me anything. For God's sake, man, go back to sleep!"
From the vantage point of some years, there is little doubt that Rolf felt lousy about having hurt Andreas, for he truly liked him and, at the very least, he clearly wanted to be friends. Nevertheless, Andreas's saying that he "didn't have to do it" rather left him between the proverbial rock and the hard place. Given his self-image, it was one thing to "act gay" because he had an inescapable obligation to a good friend. But to engage in a homosexual act because he personally WANTED to? Wow...
It is probably to Rolf's eventual salvation - sexually as well as in a wider human sense - that it only took him about two minutes to turn back over and attempt to resume the conversation.
"Hey, Andreas, I may be scared out of my jockstrap, but I... I... I think I love you, too. Get your butt back over here and let me show you how much!"
Nor was it probably all that surprising that Andreas did "get his butt back over [t]here" and that Rolf did show him - graphically - how much he (thought he) loved him.
It was fairly cool in the clearing the next morning, for the small valley was protected by both trees and hills. Unfortunately, things were also pretty cool between Andreas and Rolf. As much as he liked Andreas and wanted him physically, Rolf felt that he had broken sacred laws and deep social taboos. All the signs were there for anyone who could read them. For instance, for some hours, he couldn't begin to look Andreas in the eye. While not irritable, he was surely preoccupied and unsmiling. Finally, at various times during the morning, Andreas noticed that Rolf's lips or hand was quivering - or his face would jerk with a nervous tick. Fortunately, Andreas understood a good deal, intuited more, and was able to avoid making things worse. Eventually, their paddling brought them out of the shaded valley and back into more familiar terrain. Due to his own efforts and, probably, factors including the bright sun, the countryside, and Andreas himself, Rolf began gradually to work his way out of his own dark valley.
Paddling as if they were one, the boys were making excellent time down the stream. Indeed, it wouldn't be too long before their journey would come full circle and they would spot the GI camp where Sam and his friends would meet them. Thus, inasmuch as they were getting hungry, it seemed time for a lunch break before having to begin the final leg of their trip. As they stepped onto a small beach, Andreas decided it was also time for an overture. Hence, he called out to Rolf who was walking a few feet in front of him, saying, "You ok, Rolf?"
The answer came back immediately, "Yeah, Andreas, I'm ok." At that point, Rolf turned around, walked back to Andreas, and threw his arms roughly around his friend, mumbling, "And we're ok, too." It wasn't exactly a hug and a kiss, but for Andreas in some ways it was the highlight of the trip.
As the boys finished their lunch and resumed their paddling, they began chatting again. Yes, the chatter was somewhat tentative and less animated than their conversations in Tieferwald. Clearly, however, the storm had passed.
As Andreas waited - the canoe unpacked - the only storm that he sensed was a weight that pressed increasingly on his heart. What had he done? He had pursued another human being whom he had sensed was gay. He had offered that human being his love. Despite all the pain and fear that it entailed, that love had been accepted - accepted by a young man who was just coming out of his own "valley of the shadow of death." The "simple truth," however - whatever his feelings for Rolf - was that he loved Sam. Seventeen year olds...
(To Be Continued)