Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2011 12:41:48 -0700
From: Brian Suddards <suddar40@telus.net>
Subject: God is not so Great 2

This story deals with sex between males. It is also fiction. If under the
laws of your State or Province you are under the age of Consent you should
leave this site now.

Part two.

When I told Bernie, I was taking him to work with me, he was a little
worried. The only interaction he had, had with anyone from the Valley was
either the Proctors or some of the other deviants who called the Valley
home. I assured him Big Joe, as he was known was a pretty nice guy.

When I introduced Bernie to Joe, he seemed to take to Bernie right off. I
knew Big Joe was a widower. Both his sons had moved to other parts of the
country before California had changed. Neither, he told me would ever come
back to the religious state. I figured the old man was lonely for his
sons. That was probably why he hired guys from the Valley to do the work
for him. I knew in the fall months he hired several for picking season,
although some of his crops could be harvested almost year round.

I went back to work on the big root cellar. I had Bernie cutting the lumber
as I needed. It was a lot easier with him helping. He could cut what I
needed. All I needed do was call down the size, he would carefully cut it
and hand it up. We made real progress. About noon Big Joe came in with a
huge basket.

"Come on guys. Lunch time."

Bernie had not seen so much food since he came to the valley. He stuffed
himself.

"Damn glad I don't have to feed him for a month." Joe laughed as Bernie
finished.

"I'm sorry Sir, I was just so hungry for so long."

"Hey, son, it's okay. Got room for desert?" He pulled out a big apple pie.

The three of us polished off the apple pie with no problem.

Late in the day, Big Joe came back and said he would have enough work for
us all week. He said he also needed to sit down and talk before the
weekend. He paid us both 50 new bucks for the days work. Normally that's
all he paid me per day, but he had paid Bernie too. Bernie's eyes got real
big and if I had not grabbed him and told him he deserved it, I'm sure he
would have given it back. We thanked Big Joe and headed for our camp.

Bernie tried to give me his money, but I just refused. I showed him where
he could hide it and where I hid mine.

"If something ever happens to me Bernie, grab the money and run. Get as far
away from Gods Little Acres as you can."

"Okay JW, but only if I know you are dead."

"Don't worry about that. I won't go quietly, that's for sure."

After eating the chicken, along with vegetables and fruit for desert, we
headed for bed. The work today along with the food pretty much done us
in. Spooning together we just slept.

We worked all week and on Friday Joe came out early to tell us to stop for
the day.  After paying us both, he said he needed to talk to us both.

"I don't know if you heard or not, but six proctors were found hanging from
Culver Bridge last week. All had been castrated and all had their balls in
their mouths. The Bishop has ordered the cops and Proctors to clean out the
deviants from the Valley."

They had done that before and it was pretty ineffective. Most deviants that
lived in the valley were very good at avoiding proctors or police.

"I think you both should stay here for the weekend." Joe said.

That idea even scared me. If we were caught on Joe's farm he could be in
trouble too.

I think Joe was reading my thoughts, he spoke up quickly.

"Look JW, I warned the Bishop and Police, I'd shoot on site anyone I found
on my farm after dark. That included police or Proctors."

"I still don't think it is a good idea. Now they may think you got
something to hide and get a warrant. We will be okay. I found a shelter
with overhead cover."

"Thick enough to prevent infrared.  The cops are going to be using infrared
to find people and then send in the proctors."

"Yeah I am pretty sure. Look Joe, I will use your place as a last resort. I
really don't want you to get into trouble."

"Fair enough JW."

We left work early and I headed back to our cave. I was really worried
about what the Bishop planned and even more worried about Big Joe. I led
Bernie on a different route back. As I stopped high up on a sandstone
cliff, I looked back into the valley. Damn we were being followed. They
looked pretty dumb too. IF they had followed us from the farm, I knew we
had to do something about them or Joe would be in shit.  In the several
months I had lived in the Valley, I had explored just about every where. I
knew exactly what I needed.

"Come on Bernie, we got to hurry."

I led Bernie to the only place where the sandstone cliff came right to the
river. A very narrow path led along it for about 50 yards. I sent Bernie to
the other end. Before I learned it was okay to be in the city during the
day, I had thought I might be chased by the proctors down into the
valley. I had set this up to help me escape them. Until now I never needed
to escape them.

I checked the cord I had placed along the path and then followed Bernie
over. I had to get him to help me move the big log into place. Then we
waited. He looked real scared.

Timing was going to be everything here and a bit of luck mixed with the
Proctors thinking they were smarter than any stupid deviant. They were in
for a big, if also very short surprise.

We waited until I heard their talking and then stood up and moved ahead
enough to see them and they could see me. I heard one yell, when he saw me.

"We got you now boy."

I waited until I could almost smell them and rolled the log off the
cliff. There was a very short abrupt scream and then the thud of the log
hitting the cliff fifty feet down. When we looked over the edge of the
path, two of proctors were sprawled on the rocks at the base of the cliff,
the third was partly in the river. None of them were moving.

"Are they dead?" Bernie asked.

"As a door nail. Come on love. We need to get undercover before they start
that search."

I led Bernie back along the path. I cut the log loose from the tree that
held it. It thundered into the river and floated down stream. Well maybe I
could set it up again. I led Bernie down into our part of the Valley. Once
inside our cozy home, I put up a thick blanket I had been using as a
mattress to ensure no light escaped from inside. All we could do now was
cuddle together and wait. I had an axe and I gave Bernie a hammer to defend
himself with.

We did hear helicopters, but far off. None came close. Very late we dozed
off. A very fitful sleep. Almost more tired when I woke up. I knew why
too. I was very scared for Bernie. I guess when your in love you think more
of your partner than you do of yourself. At least I know I did.

We made coffee, using the redi-hot packages. Daytime we didn't have to
worry about infrared. After opening up the door to let fresh air in we went
out and did our morning business in a shallow pit I had dug a couple of
days before. It wasn't the best solution but would do for now. We grabbed
some fruit for breakfast and climbed up above our cave. From there we could
see a lot of the Valley, but only one pathway. That was okay, it was quite
away off and we were hidden from close up. Nothing appeared to be moving.

"You think they got anyone last JW?'

"Probably, but we won't know either. I think they might want to pull any
bodies out."

"Why would they do that?'

"So we deviants don't know how many they caught. Then maybe we won't
retaliate. What I wonder is, who it was that killed those six proctors. Had
to be a group. Maybe someone is starting to organize the Deviant's."

"Would we join if it was true?"

"I don't think so. Anyone seeing you my cute boy would have nothing on
their minds but screwing your tight butt."

"You mean you want to save me all for yourself." He chuckled.

"Absolutely, I'm the jealous type and very greedy too."

"So when are you going to fuck me JW? It's been almost 10 days. It doesn't
hurt when I shit anymore. You promised."

"Bernie, I promise again. I promise after the weekend if we survive, I will
fuck your butt until you can't sit."

"Now that's a promise I will definitely hold you to JW."

The valley was really quiet, not even morning birds. Too quiet for me. I
wondered how many the police and proctors had flushed out last night. As
the sun climbed it got too hot to sit our hide so we made our way down to
the cool of the cave. We ate some fruit for lunch washed down with coffee.

Bernie just sat and looked at me. Finally I pulled him onto my lap and he
put his head on my shoulder. Damn he felt nice. We laid down, figuring
maybe we could nap until later. A long drawn out scream brought both off
the bed in a hurry. We carefully looked out and then slipped outside. It
was dead silent outside. A few minutes later another scream rent the
air. This time I knew it came from fairly close by. I wondered if the
Proctors had grabbed someone. We both moved about 25 yards along the cliff
face. Hidden from below, we had perfect view of the clearing, where three
paths came together. Two figures were hogtied on the ground. It wasn't the
proctors who had got someone. It was someone had grabbed four proctors. The
Proctor uniform was very visible on the two tied up on the ground. I
mouthed to Bernie to be very quiet as we watched. Even from the distance we
were I could hear the distinctive sound of something smacking on
meat. Someone was getting one hell of a beating.

"You boys can use the kid first. I'll open him up when your done." We both
heard.

Sure enough the kid tied over the log was raped by six guys. He must have
been gagged, there were no screams as they fucked his very white ass. When
all were done we watched as huge guy walked up to the boy. I am sure he had
well over a foot of cock and it looked like a piece of pipe. When he shoved
it into boy, the kid shuddered once and laid still. The pain probably made
him pass out. When the guy pulled his dick out of the boy it was covered in
blood. He really had split the kid open. We heard him laugh as he reached
between the kid legs and sliced his nuts off.

"Hang those two up." He ordered as he pulled up his pants.

Then I heard something that I was sure had been a mistake on my part.

"Big Joe, this ones still alive." Someone said out of site.

"Gut him like a fish." The big guy said

Was that really Big Joe the farmer. I couldn't tell from this distance and
I didn't have my field glasses with me. Weather he was or not, he was
definitely in charge. Very quickly the two on the ground were hanging by
their hands from a tree. One of the guys there cut there belts and there
pants dropped. Both had their shorts torn off.

"If you live you won't have these to play with." The big guy sliced off
both hanging Proctors balls.

"Okay, get their shit and lets get out of here." Very soon there was no
sound again.

Bernie and I made our way back to the cave.

Bernie voiced my thoughts exactly.

"Was that Big Joe?' He asked.

"I don't know Bernie. I just don't know."

"Well if it was he sure is big. And not just in size." He giggled.

"That he was. Could have been someone else I said. Maybe he got that name
from his dick size. Big Joe the farmer is a really big man period."

"Lets not worry about it love. We will just forget it for now."

"Sounds good." Bernie said.

We stayed close to our cave all day. Just keeping a good look out. That
night the helicopters seemed to be everywhere. We just huddled inside our
cave and prayed, really prayed. I guess the sandstone protected us from
detection. I knew for sure they had found the three I forced off the cliff
face and considering those four were tortured at the central crossing of
the three main paths, they had to have been found. That would have made the
cops and proctors some pissed. We hardly slept at all that night.

After breakfast we just tried to snooze. I guess it worked we woke late in
the day. I sure needed a bath and Bernie was getting rank to. After dark I
figured we would slip down to river and at least rinse. Bernie was scared,
but I told him I could get us there no problem. One thing I knew now Bernie
trusted me 100%. I wondered how much he would trust me after I fucked
him. To be honest it was not something I was looking forward to. I knew it
was going to hurt like hell and I just didn't want to lose him.

After dark I headed for Candor Creek. It was a small creek that fed into
the main river. In the rainy times it was a roaring river, as flash floods
hammered down its deep canyon. Now it was just a small stream. I took my
water bottles with me and filled them from the stream. Then we both
stripped and washed each other. Just looking at him turned me on and he
obviously felt the same way. We dressed and silently made our way back to
our hidden sanctuary.

We avoided Big Joes Farm on Monday and Tuesday. It just didn't feel right
going there right after the crackdown in the parks. We stayed close to home
Monday, but slipped down to where Joe had piled the old irrigation pipe in
the evening early. Joe was replacing his old aluminum pipe wit new plastic
pipe. This two inch stuff was too hard to move around all the time. The
plastic pipe could actually be rolled up on big reels. This stuff would be
perfect for my water line. Bernie helped me move the two hundred feet I
needed back closer to our home. We covered it in brush to make sure no one
found it.

After we back inside and sipping cool water.

`What's all the pipe for JW?"

"I'm going to put running fresh water in our home. No more going to the
river for water. Maybe we even rig a toilet. I can do pretty much anything
to do with building love."

"To bad we couldn't have hot too, then we could shower." He said.

"Well it not out of the question. I just don't know where to get the power
from. So cold water showers will have to do for now."

"I'm sure we can find a way to warm up after a cold shower." He giggled.

"Oh yes baby, we sure can."

I had promised him I would fuck him this week, but for tonight we just
sucked each other off." Sleep came easy after that.

We spent all day Tuesday digging a shallow trench and putting the
irrigation pipe down. It wasn't easy work and we were both bone tired when
we were done. At least we had the pipe in and buried. I would have to pick
up a tap in town to fit to the end of the pipe near the cave and a
connector for the spigot I was going to put into the water main. Well
another few days without water was okay. Tomorrow we would head over and
see if Big Joe had some work for us.

We arrived at Big Joes Farm, just after eight AM. I stopped in the tree
line to look as I always did. The first thing I noticed was no was working
anywhere that I could see. Big Joe always had guys from the valley working
for him. Why not today?  I saw his truck over one field and then saw him
checking some fruit trees. We made our way over to him staying inside the
tree line. He must have seen us because as I came close to edge by his
truck he was barely 12 feet away checking a tree.

"That you JW?" He said quietly.

"Yeah, me and Bernie."

"Don't come out of the trees. Make your way around to the big apple
cellar. I'll meet you there."

I knew now something was definitely wrong. I trusted Big Joe, so Bernie and
I slowly made our way to the Apple Cellar. The entrance faced the tree line
and bulk of it blocked the rest of his farm from view. Bernie was astounded
at the size inside when we got in. Apples were piled high almost to the
door. Some machinery was in there as well.

It took along time for Big Joe to show up and we were both pretty scared
when he walked in. He motioned us into and office to one side and set a
thermos of coffee down. After pouring three cups, he told us to relax.

"Okay, I know your already wondering what's going on. Well the Bishop has
brought in some new rules. All transient workers have to register now and
get a work permit. Now before you go off half cocked, I have permits for
both of you. You guys need to understand that not all the cops and other
people in God's Little Acres are part of the church. Jim Thompson, the
deputy chief is a good friend of mine and hates the Bishop with a
passion. He knew I used Deviants to work my farm and brought me blank
permits. All I need to do is add their names. He'll make sure their
registered."

"Fuck are you sure Big Joe? The Proctors catch you at it they'll string you
up."

"I doubt you will see many Proctors around for a while. Fifteen more died
on the weekend, although they think three of those were accidental."

"Fifteen, holy fuck. How? I thought they would have caught a shit load of
us over the weekend."

"Well they did kill or capture about twenty. I see you made it okay."

"Were the three accidents by the cliff?"

"Yeah."

"Well they weren't accidents. I got them. I thought they followed us from
the farm on Friday and did not want you to get into trouble so I sprung a
trap I set up a long time ago. The were dragged off the path."

"You did that? Damn fine show JW." He chuckled.

"We saw four Proctors get killed by the central path on Saturday." Bernie
said.

Big Joe just looked at Bernie.

"A real huge guy, had his buddy's rape one and then strung up two others
and cut their nuts off. We heard him tell another guy to gut the fourth
guy." Bernie continued.

Looking at Big Joes expression, I knew that the big guy we had seen was
really Big Joe the Farmer. I think he knew I knew too, but never said a
word.

"Okay, the next problem you guys might have is that no deviants are allowed
in the city anymore. Police and Proctors have orders to arrest on sight. So
if you guys need anything ask me. I'll get it for you."

As I was about to speak, the door to the cellar opened and a police officer
in uniform walked in. Bernie grabbed me in an iron grip and I think my
heart jumped into my throat. Joe never moved. The cop walked into the
office.

"Morning Jim. Coffee?"

"Morning to you too. Coffee sounds great."

"Big Joe poured a cup and handed it to the cop.

"Those three accidents were not accidents. JW here got all three by setting
off a trap. Said they were dragged off the cliff into river."

"Damn! That was one fine piece of work." He walked over and stuck out his
hand.  "I'm Jim Thompson, deputy Chief of Police."

"J, JW, this is Bernie." I said.

"Hello JW and Bernie. Relax guys, Big Joe and I go way back. No fucking
Bishop or even the fucking Governor is going to change that."

I slowly relaxed, although Bernie was still scared shitless. I just held
onto him.

Jim sat down as Big Joe continued.

"Like I said, you guys need anything, just ask me and I will get it for
you."

"You two are deviants? Damn I thought you were Father and Son." Jim said.

"Were lovers." Bernie said.

"Well you make a damn nice couple. I'm very happy for both of you." Jim
said.

Bernie relaxed quite a bit at that statement.

"I think JW, already knows about me Jim."

"Well if he saw you in the park, you're pretty hard to mistake for anyone
Joe. You are very big." He laughed.

"So who were the other guys, deviants?" I asked.

"No. Cops, friends of Jim. Like I said not everyone is thrilled with our
resident Bishop."

"So, where did you learn to set up traps like that? Not in carpentry
school." Jim asked.

"No, thirteen years in the Marines and SEALS taught me that."

"Fuck, I pity any proctors that run into you man." He laughed again.

"I won't ask why you got out."

"That was why I was no longer in the SEALS, they didn't much care for
Queers in the Armed Forces. Now I am just a deviant as they say."

"Look JW, and you too Bernie. To me and a lot of other people in this
State, you are just as good or better than everyone else. I swore an oath
to protect everyone including Gays and Lesbians. Just because some asshole
in Sacramento, says you are all now no longer protected by those same laws
does not mean I am going to enforce his fucking laws now."  "Thanks Jim,
but I think you are in a minority."

"Maybe, and its probably going to get worse. He's been telling every crack
pot religious sect in the whole country, that as long as he is Governor
they are all welcome in God's Garden."

"He's padding the poles, to ensure he gets reelected. I wish someone would
just kill the son of a bitch." Big Joe said.

"Several have already tried. He's surrounded himself with his own Army of
the Lord. Mostly elements of the old California National Guard. The
Proctors are all part of his army. He even tried to order the US Armed
Forces out, but they told him to piss off. He's kind of fucked that
way. There are three big Army, two big Marine Bases, plus the Navy in San
Diego. He can't get rid of any of them. The US Government has even
threatened him, if he doesn't reign in his Army."

"So he has cooled it a bit, but is still passing stupid laws that we can't
enforce."

"Doesn't help us much here." I said.

"Well, with your help JW, maybe we can change that."

"How am I going to be able to help? I'm not in the Marines anymore and
would rather just be left alone."

"You did help Bernie." Big Joe said.

"Well I was lucky. I am very glad I was." I pulled Bernie closer.

"Well, we saw you JW. We were about to do what you did. Those six proctors
found hanging from the bridge were some of the ones that raped you son. We
couldn't save your other friend, but we made them pay." Big Joe smiled.

"Think you could set a few more traps for the Proctors?" Jim asked.

"Sure, but some of the other Deviants might get caught in them."

"Well, I don't think that will happen. We are smuggling out as many as we
can contact. But we don't want the Proctors to figure it out, so if they
were caught in traps, they would think there were still lots of targets to
find in the Valley. I could get you anything you want, even explosives."
Jim said.

"You want to start a civil war. No thanks. That would just bring his army
here."

"Not civil war, civil disobedience, extreme civil disobedience." Jim said.

"We want to make the Governor replace the Bishop here. We hope he will
bring in a more ruthless one, which will piss off more than just
deviants. If he does replace him he might even bring in more Proctors. More
he brings the more he will lose." Big Joe said.

"But that is just a big circle. The more he brings in you say, the more we
can kill. Eventually the Governor will get real pissed and still send in
his Army. Then what? No one in his right mind takes on an Army with nothing
but a few traps and a bunch of queers."

"The Governor cannot afford to send his Army here. The Farms along this one
river are the most productive in the State right now. Look at all those
apples JW. I could empty this cellar almost overnight. The Governor pissed
off so many farmers and orchard owners, most fled the State and they burned
their farms before they left. We are all organized along the River. The
Bishop with his new laws have stripped us of workers, so we can't ship or
even pick our crops. Well I guess that's only partly true. But what the
bishop doesn't know will only hurt him worse. By fucking with the proctors
more, we force him to think there are still lots of deviants around. But
when we don't ship our produce, prices will rise and a shit more people
will start to scream. We want to force him to stop persecuting deviants and
at the same time kill as many of his private Army as we can."

"I just don't want anymore deviants to get hurt." I said.

"Well if you were all together, that would not be a problem."

"No way Big Joe. Some of those assholes would have only one thing on their
minds. Getting rid of me and raping Bernie. That is never going to happen
to him ever again."

When I said that Bernie moved onto my lap and wrapped his arms around me.

"JW, there are only six guys living in your part of the Valley now. The
rest were either moved by us or caught on the weekend. Four are couples and
the other two singles. They are all a lot younger than you and probably not
nearly as smart or tough as you. I have already talked to them and they
have agreed that you would be in charge. I presume you are living in old
man Jones hermit cave. From what you said last week I figured that
out. With their help you could enlarge the place. I think you are already
thinking about running water to it and I can help with that too. Even power
if you want to go to that length."

I sat and really thought about what he said. I looked at Bernie and he
nodded his head.

"Okay, I'll talk to them, but am not making any promises."

"Why don't you go let them in here Jim."

"Their here now? You set this all up."  "Yeah, I guess I did JW." Joe said.

The office became very crowded when the six young men were shown in. The
two couples were obvious. One was holding hands and the other had his hand
on the others shoulder. The two singles although he they stood together
were not as yet a couple. One was a native boy and other Asian. All six had
very worn but clean jeans on. They all wore running shoes but only some of
them wore socks. All wore either t-shirts or shirts. The Native boy had
some kind of leather vest on.

"My name is JW and this Bernie." I said.

One couple was Brian and Jacob. The other was Kelly and Simon. The Native
boy was Paul and Asian boy When.

"You all know Jim and Big Joe. He has told me he thinks we would be better
off as a group. There is better safety in numbers, sometimes. If I did
this, I would be charge of everything. No and ifs or buts. What I say goes,
weather you agree with it or not. First thing you need to remember is that
Bernie here is my love. Anyone even touches him you'll be dead before you
can even blink. You don't need to worry about me wanting one or the other
of you. Bernie is all I will ever want in my life." They all barely looked
at Bernie, but all nodded.

"The cave Bernie and I live in will not be big enough for eight."

The look of hope in both couples faces faded somewhat.

"However Jim and Big Joe figures we might be able to enlarge it and maybe
even dig some rooms into the cliff. It will be damned hard work, but it
could be done. If an old man dug the cave I'm in now, then it can't be too
hard."

The look of hope was back.

"Sir." Paul said.

"Paul, its just JW. The Sir shit is for the Proctors."

"JW, before I was picked up and forced into the Valley I worked for Tech
Corp. It was gold mine up north. I spent all my time digging
underground. We had a lot of Sandstone and it's easy to cut through."

"Good. I'll put you in charge of digging."

"Jim said he could get me some explosives, but I don't know what exactly."

"Tell me what you want JW."

"Well, low yield stuff, like maybe 40% forcite or dynamite. Later I'm going
to want some plastic."

That's easy. I can get any type from the quarry. The owner is another
friend. Plastic will be more difficult, but I think I have source for it
too."

"Well bring it here. Big Joe, we are going need picks shovels and maybe
some hammer drills."

"You'll find everything you need in the shed outside. I already gathered
what I figured you would need."

"You were that sure I would go for this?"

"JW, I have seen how you work. You are a very methodical person. Also a
very talented one. I knew you had to have been in the Military at some
point in your life. When you brought Bernie to work with you, I knew then
you trusted me. I could only return that trust. Jim and I and a very few
others know of you. However all the farms along the river support us as
well as some of the industries in the City. That's why Jim said and I said,
if you needed anything at all I could get it for you. Now I can get it for
all of you."

I told him what I needed to hook up the water from the main. He went out
into the cellar and came back and handed me exactly what I had asked for.

"You said something about power. I know there are no power lines anywhere
in the valley except near farms. That's a shit load of distance to that
cave."

"Well before the new government took over the park was going to be lighted
at night, so people could use it in the dark. A power worker with the City
thought the same as you if they found out he was Gay. He removed all the
markings showing its location in the park and above where it was tapped
from the City Power grid. The Proctors got him before he could do anything
further. It's about 25 yards above the cave entrance. I don't know its
exact location, but it should be easy to find."

"Well if I can get power, power drills would work great."

Jim burst out laughing.

"How about a steam drill?" We all laughed at that.

"Okay guys, I guess I'm it. Lets get all the shit back to our new
home. Tonight we can collect all your stuff."

"You can move freely in the park today. The Proctors are all in class
today. The Bishop is going to arm them."

"He's putting weapons in the hands of children. He really is stupid."

We gathered everything Big Joe had set out for me. I took the guys by
around about route to the cave. Not really trusting that there no proctors
in the park. I helped the guys build lean tos to sleep under above the cave
entrance. We only built three shelters. After showing them everything
including my piss trench we stopped for some lunch. Canned vegetables,
redi-hot soup and fruit was it. I saw both Paul and When looking at each
other when the other wasn't. I called both of them aside.

"What's with you two? If you both stopped pussy footing around you would
make a fine couple."

"Well it's not that I'm not interested, its just that I never been with a
guy sort of permanent like. I just don't know what to do." Said Paul, Then
the water works started.

Before I could move When grabbed him and hugged him.

"Me neither." When said.

"Well now you guys can learn together. Look guys all you need to do is give
each other time. If you have questions, ask me or the other guys. We don't
bite and I think even the other guys want you two to be together. It makes
things a lot easier if were all connected up. Less arguments and no
jealousy."

In the early evening we picked all guys meager belongings. They were at
least happy to have their stuff. We left it that and after a real dinner of
redi-hot meat packs we just sat and looked at the stars. No one really
talked, all lost in our thoughts. Finally Bernie pulled me by the hand and
we went inside.

I finally fulfilled my promise to Bernie. It took along time and he cried
once. Very early in the morning we slept. If I had thought about him
leaving, the morning proved me very wrong. I woke as I had the first time
he slept with me, with his very hot mouth on my cock. I just rolled over
and slipped his very nice cock into my mouth. Very late we finally got up.

"Wow Bernie! You look like the cat that swallowed a canary." Brian said.

Bernie blushed several colors of red.

"Well I didn't swallow it and it felt like an axe handle, but sure did feel
good." Bernie said.

Now I was the one that blushed. All seven boys laughed then. It was the
first time since I met them all that they laughed. It sounded real
good. Maybe this would work.

End of Part Two