Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2001 00:21:11 +0000
From: begmealot@att.net
Subject: adventures of tray and jay 52

"Adventures of Tray and Jay 52"

PART 52: COLONIAL BOYS

Sometimes I get an idea stuck in my head and I just can't shake it out,
which is what happened the other day when my pal Chet dropped by and we
wrestled on the living room floor and got all hot and sweaty and worked up.
That's how it started, okay.  It was too hot to stay indoors so, big old
boners and all, we raced to the Jeep like a couple of little boys and then
had to sit there breathless and giggly wondering where to go.  And I'd been
thinking about that drive my big bro and I took out to the country, and
that weird thing that went down, that we both agreed to write off as a
shared hallucination, I think is what Tray called it.  Only, I can't shake
it, like I said.

I told Chet about it when it happened, and he laughed, naturally.  Who
wouldn't.  I'd hold Chetster down and make him tell me what kind of pills
he took, seriously, if he ever told a tale that tall.  By the way, I dig
being able to hold him down now!  But it seemed so real!  The crazy thing
with the red lights, how the regular highway turned into a dirt road, and
of course the boys!  My God!  They couldn't have been bogus!  I can still
feel their firm brotherly bodies and rock hard dicks!  Then there was their
old man, who wasn't old at all…

Anyway, I had to go back and see what happened.  That's just me, okay.
Curious Jay.  So I started driving, with Chet all the time trying to get in
my pants, and he actually did it, the little bastard!  Got a hand in,
anyway, which when it's Chet's hand is plenty.  That boy knows how to give
hand, I'm telling you!  Slow and soft at first, toying with my huge round
head, using the lube he makes come out all over the place to work my shaft
good and nasty!  Then he senses something in me, okay, a change, a quiver,
whateverthefuck, and his fist tightens around my swelling prick and he
speeds up and chuckles that super- dirty way he likes to do…

And then, right when I swerve Jeep onto the old highway out of town, Chet
pumps me so crazy and furious that when I nut off the first spurt is all
over the wheel and my hands, and I'm all over the road, and fortunately no
one's around!  Each jack of my best pal's hand sends me into a totally new
orgasm, no shit!  And my grunts are keeping pace…

"UH!  GHH!  OOF!  AW!  FU!  CK!"  And so on, because I don't stop for a
while once I start spewing my load, no way!  Finally when Chet is still
down there jerking my pole and making me all the way spaz off because of
the spunk he's using to stroke up and down my spent cock, and I'm almost
hyperventilating from the shock of it all, Chet sighs and slides closer and
goes to licking all of my teenage mess off my tank top and neck and chin
and all over the fucking place!  Then he kisses me soft and tender which
makes me have to turn my face sideways without letting my eyes off the
road, but it was worth it, I'm telling you.  Chet tastes so hot and manly,
and my seed on his tongue is so cool!

"Hey, we're almost there, man!" I shouted into his mouth, and he sat back
and looked around, alarmed.

"Where?  What?" he said, looking around fast.

"Where the time thing happened with me and Tray."

Chet groaned and settled into his seat and squeezed his big boner through
his shorts.  "Right," is all he said.  I looked over and saw the disbelief
as he shook his cute, fuzzy, two-tone head.  Two-tones, by the way, still
make me funny in the head.

"No, I swear, Chet!  It was right around here somewhere, only, Tray was
driving…and the sky and everything turned red…and then the regular
road was gone…"

"And there was this dirt road, I know, yeah, yeah, yeah."  Chet was making
fun of me!  I couldn't believe it.  I didn't say anything, and neither did
he, which was fine with me because if he wanted to be a big dickhead and
not trust his best friend in the world…

That's when it happened again!  The red thing!  But this time my eyes were
wide open, and so were Chet's, and I felt him grab my arm and gasp.  Just
as fast as it came, it was gone, only, so was the highway again!  But this
place was different.  Last time it was like the same part of the world, at
least, only way back.  This wasn't familiar at all.  There were big, thick
trees all around, and from the colors of the leaves I'd say it was Fall.
Which it wasn't where we just came from.

"What the hell, Jay?  What is this?"

"I told you," I croaked.  I pulled Jeep off the road and parked behind some
thick bushes.  We got out, legs shaking.  I guess I didn't all the way
believe it, myself, until then.  We both heard it at the same time, a
steady, rhythmic thumping, and I don't know, but it scared me.  Then Chet
hit my shoulder hard and pointed forward, down the road, and out of the
forest was someone…crawling!  Hurt and crawling, and he…had
a…buddy, I guess, coming up behind, trying to pick him up, both of them
scared bad, only, the one behind was hurt, too, about to drop.

Not a word was said between us, Chet and I just hauled ass down the road,
and it took a minute.  When we got close the one on foot – who was about
15 with dirty, matted blond hair, and half-starved – anyway, out of
nowhere he had this long-ass fucking RIFLE pointed at us!  The old kind, a
musket.  He leveled it on us, and there's no doubt he was ready to pull the
trigger.  Chet and I stopped in our tracks and put our hands up.

"Chill, man, we're friends!" I said, and the standing boy squinted,
bleary-eyed with exhaustion.

"STATE YOUR LOYALTY!"  he screamed, so I shushed him with a finger over my
lip, but he added, "HURRY!  IF YOU'RE WITH THEM…" and he cocked both his
head backward and the hammer on the rifle at the same time… "PREPARE
TO…"

Well, right then the poor kid almost fainted, and the huge-ass long barrel
of the rifle went up, and Chet took it from him faster than I could see,
and the kid on his feet fell backward.  What was going on?  There was no
time to think.  I knelt and got my arms under the dude on his knees –
who was skinny and dirty with brown, wavy hair filled with twigs and leaves
and shit – and he was armed the same way, with another musket on the
ground, and I slung him over my shoulder and picked up his rifle.  Chet did
the same with the other, and we got our butts into the woods A.S.A.P.!  No
shit!  The thumping was getting close.

After we ran as far as we could with a teenager over each of our backs,
which isn't easy even for a couple of big studs like Chet and I, we stopped
and lay out our new acquaintances on the soft leaves of the forest.  It was
getting real chilly.  We set the rifles aside and kneeled by the boys, who
were on their sides.  Chet looked at me in horror and pointed.

"Dude, you're bleeding!" he said, and I looked, and there was blood all
over me.  I freaked and felt myself and tore off my shirt, but I was fine,
so…I turned my boy over onto his back, and there was a dark, red, wet
mess all over his tattered shirt, so I opened it and saw a filthy patch
over his right shoulder with a nasty bruise all around it.  I peeled it off
because it looked old, and there was a small, round hole in his skin that
looked like it reopened.  I used my shirt to put pressure on it, and the
kid's face winced, but he was out, at least.

"LEAVE YOUR HANDS OFF MY FRIEND!" the other one suddenly shouted and tried
to get to his feet, except Chet pinned him and put a hand over his mouth.
Chet leaned super close to the dude and almost screamed in his ear…

"WHAT…IS…YOUR…NAME?"

When Chet removed his hand and wiped it on his leg, the other boy, who was
terrified, said more softly, "Are you with the King?"

"No?" Chet said, his precious, thick eyebrows furrowing, and the tense head
of the boy beneath him crashed back to the ground in relief.  He closed his
eyes and licked his lips.

"The area's crawling with Redcoats, you see," the boy whispered, his eyes
darting nervously at the thought.  "I'm Nathan…he…he…he's
Alistair, my…my…my best friend."

It was all Nathan could do to spit it out, so Chet got off the poor kid and
gave him a hand up, at least to his knees, where he settled with his hands
on his thighs, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Chet," said my pal and offered his hand to Nathan again.  Nathan shook it
gently, still a tad unsure of things.  He peered closely at Chet's clothes,
then mine.

"I'm Jay," I nodded and stole a peek at Chet, who met my eyes a sec,
obviously as baffled as I was.

"Where are you fellows from?" Nathan wondered out loud.

"Down the road a ways," I answered, not so sure.

"Charleston?" Nathan brightened visibly.  That's when I placed the hot
Southern accent.  It always makes my dick hard to hear a boy with that sexy
antebellum thing in his voice, and since I had a warm one under me, between
my legs, well, fuck, my bad boy lost it!  I saw out the corner of my eye
that Chet was grinning.  The prick can always tell when I'm hot and
bothered.

"Not exactly," Chet answered for me, and I heard the horse whinny but
didn't think anything of it until Nathan lunged for Chet and wrapped his
arms around my husky buddy and took him down hard!  Right on top of Nathan,
which had to hurt, I know, because I've had it happen to me, only, as
everyone who knows me knows, I dig the hell out of a ball-cruncher!  Any
time, anywhere!

"Shhhh!" Nathan warned us, his arm around Chet and his body pressed firmly
and quite unshyly up to Chetster's rear.  Chet's eyes closed, and one hand
went back to Nathan's hip, but Nathan's eyes were bugged out in horror.
"Redcoats!" Nathan growled, low like a spooked dog.

I lay beside Alistair, who was out cold, and felt his heart beating slowly
through his back under my hand.  Suddenly, in the distance, I saw dust rise
from the road, and I swear to God, a company of men in red Revolutionary
War outfits rode by on HORSES!  I was too dumbstruck to talk.  Behind the
small company on horseback came lots of raggedy men on foot, but all of
them marching and in the same kind of red coats, with muskets over their
shoulders.  They were all beat to hell, bloodstained bandages over their
heads, arms in slings, you know.

We waited about 15 minutes for them to pass, and then we breathed again.  I
could hear it, all of taking that breath together.  Even Alistair sighed.
I realized my hardon was long gone!  I rolled onto my back and looked over
at Nathan and swallowed hard.

"Humor me, man, but…what year is it?" I asked timidly.  Nathan smiled
for the first time.

"That explains everything!" he said happily.  "You've had a little head
wound, have you?"

"Yeah," I nodded sickly.

"Well, it's…"

"Seventeen eighty-two," Alistair finished very softly, still face-down on
the forest floor.  I automatically patted his wavy hair that all the way
covered the back of his neck.  I pulled a burr out while I was at it.

"August," Nathan grinned and cast loving eyes on his wounded friend.  "We
just had a little skirmish, although they say they're negotiating a treaty.
Ally was shot a few days before the skirmish."  Chet's eyes went bigger
than mine!  "We never even saw anyone.  Out of clear blue skies,
BANG-BANG!"  I jumped from the unexpected ferociousness of it, not to
mention the horror!  "When Ally dropped, I thought my life was over."

Alistair chuckled and then tensed in pain, turning sideways with it until
his hands gripped his belly.  Nathan was there in a heartbeat, stroking the
other boy gingerly, powerlessly.

"You'll be alright, Ally," he tried to be of comfort.  "I promise.  I won't
let any harm come to you now we've made it this far.  We're almost there.
It's over for us.  They're running back to King George with their tails
between their legs, boy!"

But I was watching Nathan's eyes as he said the words, and they were green
and pretty as hell behind the dirty, blond bangs that tried to hide them,
and I saw he wasn't so sure.  He took a deep breath and looked up to me,
busted, then shyly over to Chet, who grinned stupidly.

"We were on our way home already when they hurt him," Nathan said, shaking
his head, dazed.  Then, "I think we had better go back the way we came, for
now," Nathan decided, "but only a short ways to a nice place where we can
camp the night and clean up a little."

"But-but Alistair needs a doctor!" I objected lamely.

"Oh, no, he's seen the doctor already, such as there was," Nathan seemed
actually to believe it was cool as he said it.  "Now he needs rest and
cleaning up and sleep.  Yes.  Plenty of sleep."  Nathan was putting himself
to sleep with his own words, and Chet grabbed his shoulders as he began to
sag over Alistair.

I picked up Alistair and tried to be gentle as I slung the poorly fed dude
over a shoulder.  I had no choice but to put my hand on his ass to hold on,
and the awful monster in my shorts came back to life.  Even if the kid
really smelled bad!  I don't think he'd had a bath in weeks!  But it wasn't
his fault.  I really, really wanted to scrub him clean myself.  I'm bad, I
admit it, but not as bad as Chet boy can get.

"You, uh, you want me to carry you?" he offered Nathan, who made a face and
pushed at the air in punctuation.

"Don't be silly, my wounds healed already, as will Ally's," he said
sweetly, far too sweetly for the awful jolt the revelation had on me.  I
was older, so much bigger and I thought way more worldly than these boys,
but to be torn from home and family and friends and thrown into a bloody
conflict that you choose to fight in because of your beliefs…I doubted
myself for the first time in years.  These were little boys, and I liked to
think myself a man, but I wonder if I could take being shot as bravely!

Anyway, we headed off, deeper into the woods, Chet and Nathan up front and
me with firm young Alistair soon heavier than he seemed.  I broke out in a
bad sweat after only ten minutes.  Another ten and my legs got hot and
numb.  I thought I was hearing things when the water sounds faded in.
Maybe all that drove me onward was the tickle of Alistair's weak fingers on
the slick small of my back.  Even under the strain, THAT made my pecker
jump to!

After 30 minutes of lugging the kid, my lungs were catching fire and breath
came raggedly.  My nose was running all over the place but everywhere else
was dry as hell, especially my throat.  But something weird had happened.
I felt like Alistair and I had kind of bonded or something.  I mean, I
never carried anyone like that before, and I still didn't like the idea of
him not going to the hospital…oh, yeah!  There wasn't really any choice,
was there?

Then I saw a beautiful, wide stream through the trees and could almost
smell the water!  Chet came back and tried to take Alistair from me but I
held on tighter and grunted and made some animal sound that caused my pal
to pull back and hold his palms up to me in surrender or whatever!

"Here," Nathan grunted and indicated a place for me to put his friend.  I
bent to one knee slowly, nearly every ounce of my strength used up, and
carefully eased Alistair down and onto his back.  When I tried to stand
again, I swear my feet left the ground! I was flying!  My arms went up
beside me, and it felt so good!  Especially when Chet came up behind me for
some reason and grabbed me and held on tight, like I was going to fall or
something!  Hell, no, I was cool!

"Easy, buddy, easy," Chet said in my ear, I thought, but then I was looking
up at Chet's and Nathan's faces!  I was on my back, and when I turned my
head I saw Alistair staring me in the face from where I put him!

"Whatthefuck!" I croaked, and Nathan ran off while Chet made me furious
grinning down at me!  I'm telling you, when Chet cracked up, if Nathan
hadn't come back right then and tossed that water in my face, well,
there'd've been trouble, okay.  Trouble.  But then he put something to my
lips and I acted like a crazy man sucking on it!  Really!  I mean if he'd
let me have more than a tiny sip, which he did after a minute, then more,
til I drank every drop.  Best damn water a man ever drank!

I thought maybe I was dead in Heaven from what happened next.  As I lay
there on my back, my head in Chet's strong hands, Nathan stripped off his
shirt, and the sunlight behind him shoved the sparse hairs under his arms
as the filthy cloth cleared his head.  Then he dropped his trousers and
kicked off his shoes and was down to these long, thin underpants, I guess
you call them.  Through the fabric I saw a small dark patch of hair and the
outline of a slender cock that was totally limp.

"Hurry, get out of those clothes so we can clean up and fetch dinner!"
Nathan said with a serious face, so I stood slowly and got naked fast.
Chet did, too, and I think it startled Nathan because he stood there gaping
at us in our natural, young manly splendor.  He still had those
underclothes whatever on, okay, and my pal and I both saw the tenting going
on down below.  More like flapping!  Chet's and my dicks went rock hard in
an instant!  "Well…you mean you're not going to wear anything in the
water?" the shocked little dude asked us.  We shook our heads.
"Well…what am I…"

I closed with the slim beauty and did the honors myself, and the six-inch
woody that flapped hard against that boy's belly seemed to make his face go
totally red!  Before he covered it up with his grimy hands!

"We've seen boners before, Nathan," Chet said, much to the kid's relief.
"What about your boy here?"  Chet nodded to Alistair, who was not only
conscious but just as curious as his bigger buddy.

"I answer for myself, thank you," Alistair said boldly.  "Of course I'll
join you.  Give me a moment to…"

But Chet and I kneeled on either side of him and eased the bloody shirt up
over his head.  I had to feel the downy, damp hair of his pits as his arms
were raised and Chet finished, and Alistair looked at me a little funny but
let it go.  Then Chet took off the tattered shoes and I unbuttoned the
pants.  My sensitive fingers felt a stirring beneath the thin cloth, and I
noticed also that Alistair was looking at me nervously, even though all
three of the rest of us had ragers on!

I tugged on his pants until he lifted his narrow butt up, and then with a
single yank I exposed the same flimsy kind of underclothes, only, his had a
big wet stain off to the side of his hip where the head of his throbbing
penis had made a little mess!  My hand took mine involuntarily and stroked
it, which made Alistair's jump faster.  I looked in his scared hazel eyes
and let go of my bone, but not in time to stop a long clear stream of my
man juice from dripping down to the bare, pale skin above the underpants.

Everyone saw it.  No one said a word.

I undressed Alistair the rest of the way, which he seemed to appreciate, if
only to cover what happened.  What did happen?  His face said it all.
After the horrors of war, this was too much!  Nathan helped me lift
Alistair to his feet, and together we guided him to the river's edge and
tested the water with our feet.  Not exactly warm, so we plunged in and
gasped together, all four of us naked in the fall stream.

I took Alistair on my own and carefully washed him as Chet and Nathan
watched at first.  Finally Chet got his head together and dunked Nathan,
and as they pushed and shoved playfully I set to work cleaning Alistair
thoroughly.  I sat him down in the shallow part and kneeled by him and
started with his head.  I had to make do with what I had, which included no
soap, so I made his hair soaking wet and then ran my fingers through the
thick brownness, which gradually loosened as all kinds of shit came out.
Next I moved closer, straddling his thin legs until my big, hairy balls
nestled against his smaller, baby smooth walnuts.  My dick flapped his
chest.  He looked at me, totally unsure, and seemed to surrender the
decision to me.  I scrubbed his back, pressing against his firm youthful
front side, and heard him moan a few times when he couldn't help himself.

When I settled back down so my ass was on my heels, the others were
watching again.  I moved off of Alistair and lifted him until he was up on
his knees, and then I stroked one taut thigh of Alistair's, then the other,
loving every bob of his totally aroused boyhood.  Chet stood up in front of
Nathan, and with natural wonder Nathan began to copy my movements on Chet.

At last I let my fingers stray to the beautiful nuts just inches from my
face.  Alistair groaned and spazzed and nearly fell, but I wrapped my arms
around him and found my face mashed into his privates!  Alistair lost it
and wailed, which brought his best friend running, but then Nathan saw
where my face was and stopped cold.

"We should find some dinner before it starts to get dark," Nathan's husky,
uncertain, teenage voice broke in, but Alistair's hands took my head
instinctively while his hips bucked into my face.  I groaned totally faggy
in pleasure and closed my eyes.  I heard fast splashing, then Alistair
pulled away from me fast, and when my eyes opened again Nathan was yanking
his buddy away, and totally against the younger kid's will.  I stood and
stroked my meat slowly, absently, as the Colonial boys disappeared back to
camp.

"Woa, boy," advised my pal, Chet.  He closed with me and took me in his
strong arms and planted a big wet one on my mouth, but I needed so much
more right then!  Damn, was I riled!  I started to go down on Chet but he
grabbed my shoulders.  "Wait, man.  Come on.  You know they're ours, it's
only a matter of time!"

"That's the problem, dude."

Back at camp, Nathan was dressed again and playing with a nasty-assed knife
while his suddenly colder eyes nevertheless sparkled menacingly across the
few yards between us.  Alistair had pulled on his undergarment thing, which
flapped in front from the overheated piece of meat it couldn't ever hope to
contain.  Alistair sat with his back to a tree, his eyes glued sulkily to
the forest floor.

"I'll be back with dinner directly, Ally," Nathan said as forcefully as his
extreme youth allowed, and Alistair only pursed his lips and shrugged.
Then Nathan glared at me and reluctantly moved away, looking back over his
shoulder as he went.  When he was out of sight, I sat by Alistair, who
still stared at the dirt.

"Nathan's just jealous, dude," I said gently.  "He doesn't like seeing
anyone touch you that way because he's never been able to himself, maybe
– because he loves you."  Alistair looked up then, startled.  I nodded.
"Yeah.  He loves you more than he knows how to say."

Chet sat quietly the other side of the panting young guy.  I reached out
and slowly massaged Alistair's throbbing bulge until he quickly made these
hot, choking sounds!  Then my hand slipped under the flimsy garment and
tormented the boy even more, but he gripped my wrist fiercely.

"No!" he seemed to beg me.  "I can't!  I never heard of this thing you're
doing to me, and Nathan says not to, so I can't!"

I couldn't take much more.  I swallowed and licked my lips and looked at
Chet, who leaned across to me and took the back of my head in one hand and
pulled me to his lips, which covered mine.

"OH!" Alistair gasped in shock.  Chet and I got up on our knees and started
going at it over the boy, groping and smooching and all, and without
warning Chet bent over Alistair's bouncing crotch and sucked my big cock
down his talented throat.  "Holy SMOKE!"  Chet sucked me good and slow,
teasing my nuts with his soft fingers as I watched Alistair's amazed
expressions.  Mostly he bit his lip so hard he almost drew blood!

"This right here, boy, what my pal is doing to me?" I said, panting.  "This
is just a hint of what I want to do to you…you…UUUUUUUNGHHHHHHHH!"

My back flexed and my legs spazzed tight to the cramping point and my
Chetster took me all the way off over the excited and frightened youth
below us!  I slammed my dick all the way down Chet's throat and rocketed
off loads and loads of wild jiz to the steady, matching slurping noises
Chet made swallowing every drop.

When I was spent and my eyes opened again, there was a huge, dark puddle of
sticky boy juice under Alistair's spazzing peter that was still trapped.
He looked at me, then Chet, and gasped, "You…you DRANK it?"  Chet
grinned and swallowed again and nodded, then leaned over to the kid and
kissed him sweetly on the forehead.  We both patted Alistair on the head
and leaned back on our heels.

I glanced off in the distance and saw Nathan standing there staring, a
couple of big, dead rabbits in either hand.  He walked back slowly,
silently, sullenly, and set to making a little fire.  Then, with a flash of
anger, he threw one rabbit at Alistair and proceeded to rip open the other
with his knife.  As Chet and I watched in horror, the boys skinned and
prepared the rabbits for cooking, finally skewering the poor bunnies with
sticks that they sharpened at the end.

No one said a word until we had eaten, which was a long while later, and
suddenly Alistair leaned forward and shouted, "Stop it!"  Nathan still
tried to sulk, but he turned red, too.  Alistair got slowly to his knees
and crawled over to his best friend and sat back on his heels before him,
and when he took Nathan's head in his own little hands something caught in
my throat.  Nathan waited, totally unsure of himself, and then Alistair did
it.  He kissed his friend on the lips!  They both made soft, wet whimpering
sounds, and Alistair pressed on, moving forward as Nathan went backward all
the way!  With Alistair on top!  Their arms were around each other and they
were making out in the forest before our eyes!

Alistair's back arched, and suddenly he crawled up to Nathan's face and
tugged out his hot, smooth, 6" boner and made his friend eat it!  Nathan's
eyes went wide but real glossy and overjoyed.  Alistair pumped it in and
out a few times and shrieked, and as he spurted his cream into his pal,
Nathan gulped and choked it all down, after a while losing it and blowing
his nose out onto Alistair's thin, light brown pubes and flat belly!

Thoroughly spent, Alistair grinned and pulled his cock out of his buddy's
mouth with a nasty ploop and lay down on top of the other boy again,
kissing, but this time tasting himself on his friend and savoring every
part of it!  They sucked face like that as Chet and I gawked, our erections
at attention.

But it wasn't long before our urges overwhelmed us, and we sauntered over
to the boys, who were lost in each other's fuzzy embraces.  I kind of
prodded Alistair off his buddy, and as soon as Nathan was exposed, Chet was
on him!  All over him!  At first Nathan was spooked by the big dude taking
him so forcefully, but he got the hang of it fast.  When his arms slid
around Chet's wide back, I looked down on Alistair, whose soft eyes stared
up into mine.  Our boners ground into each other.  I tasted his mouth,
which was open and ready to receive me, but my tongue was a little too much
for the kid so I forced myself to take it easy.

I mean, I TRIED, okay?  But with my tongue back in my mouth, my knees had
nowhere to go but forward, driving Alistair's legs back so my cock had a
clear shot at his vulnerable rear.  I guess he'd heard tell of shit like
this because…

"Uh, wait," Alistair said, but I was on my way down already, my face
sniffing at his prickly skin and finally my nose burying itself in his ass!
The boy wailed!

"You alright, Ally?" Nathan gasped, because out the corner of my eye I
could see Chet sucking on his very large prick and it made Nathan kind
of…well, out of it!  Way out.  Alistair gave no reply, except for
grunts, and I went to eating the hot dude out.  His hands gripped my head,
and he gave it all up to me then.  There comes a time when a man knows a
boy's butt is his, and right then I knew Alistair's was waiting for me to
take it.  But I was in no hurry.

"OHHHAAAHHHHHH!" Nathan cut loose, and Chet's head was all the way down his
pole!  I watched Chet's throat bobbing to the throbbing of a load of cherry
cream, and my pal's closed eyes were happy, his face flushed with pleasure,
soft growling escaping his masculine throat, a fine sheen of sweat all over
his flexing body.  Nathan, I guess, was out cold from the shock of it!  His
mouth was wide open but nothing could get out!  His back arched off the
ground, his legs splayed and shivering, his arms out to his sides in
surrender!  FUCKING HOT!

So I pulled on my dude's cheeks to make his crack go wider for me, and when
it did I forced my tongue in there…

"Oh-oh-oh-oh, YESSSSSJAYYYYYY!" went the boy who'd gone to war for his
beliefs and got shot for his troubles as I did my damnedest to reward him
the best I knew how!  I mean, he tasted so good!  He was panting hard, out
of breath, when I raised my head and crawled forward and felt his legs
cling to my bigger body as we joined.  I kissed him lovingly on the mouth
with my eyes open so I could watch it on his face, the recognition of his
own taste off me, plus my own funky aroma and flavor!  Shit, yeah.  His
little smile told it all.

I hawked a wad into my palm and jacked the monster fast, before the boy
could really get his wits together and think better, and then I saw Chet
was already at it with Nathan!  I mean it, too, Chet, was balling that kid!
And Nathan dug it better than anything thus far in his young-assed life!
Chet was banging Nathan's butt so hard the shock waves could be felt in
Charleston!  You know how hard that is!  Don't lie!  LIAR!

Well, if I had any control at all, it was gone with the image of my best
pal boinking that stud boy's brains out on the forest floor!  I put it
straight into Alistair, whose eyes flew open.  His mouth went into a big,
shocked circle, his eyes bugged out, his whole handsome face
instantaneously red from the unexpected invasion from the south!  But there
could be no retreat now, not from me or him, and I bombarded his tight
butthole ferociously!

Okay, I'm here to tell you, the best part is seeing the whole beautiful
thing unfold on their faces.  Like how it went on Alistair's.  First the
wincing died down slowly, then there was this surprise that he could
actually take such a horror, then the first ray of pleasure, and finally it
just exploded in total joyous acceptance that he, Alistair, a boy, could
actually get cornholed…AND LIKE IT!  That was when Alistair opened his
eyes, to see how I was liking it, and you know I was!  I was dripping sweat
all over the place, it was so damn muggy in those parts!

I humped him and kissed him and we giggled together, both of us little
boys, and we turned our heads sideways together to see what all the
commotion was about beside us.  Turned out Nathan had cum all over his
front side, stretched from his bouncing cock all over the place, but his
hands were still out to the sides…so I guess Chet fucked that boy past
the gates of endurance!  And Chet was still flying, only he looked close to
losing it, and before our own over-riled faces Chet cut loose and choked
out the longest, most guttural release of passionate manliness I ever did
see!  He planted his big tool up Nathan's behind and wrapped his arms
around Nathan's straight legs and belted his load into that clamped hole!

It was too much, is all.  Seeing the climax of their lovemaking and feeling
Alistair's anus quivering uncontrollably in anticipation beneath me, around
me, well, hell, I went for it!  I lay down on top of Alistair so our chests
were pressed slick together and our teeth ground dangerously and my hips
went faster and faster but in shorter and shorter thrusts until that boy
warmth flooded me from my groin outward!  My head went delirious.  My nuts
churned and exploded.  My spit blew into Alistair and his back into me.  My
seed blasted into him forever, and he knew it.  Because his sweet little
mouth bit at my lips and sucked on them in ecstasy.

Our hearts beat out of control into each other's chests, but I was blind
for a while.  When my vision cleared, I saw Alistair was still gone, and
Chet and Nathan watched us from their own happy clump.  It takes a while to
calm down from that kind of heat, okay.  I just kept my dick in my boy but
lay on my side with him in front and my around warm around him firm, smooth
teenage body.  I guess I dozed like that.

When I woke up, the others were sitting around the fire, half-dressed and
talking softly.  I remembered Chet and I still had to find our way home.  I
wanted to take our new friends!  But they had to have homes waiting.
Everyone was quiet as I stood reluctantly and pulled on my Speedos.  Our
new buddies stared at my Speedos, and I realized they'd never seen anything
like them.  Then again, they'd never seen a lot of things before we came
along!

It was a quiet night after that, but later in the evening Alistair reached
up and pulled my head down to his and whispered in my ear.

"Do you think I can talk Nathan into doing that to me?" he wondered
sincerely.

"Oh, yeah," I chuckled wickedly back to him.  "But not tonight."