Date: Fri, 17 Feb 2006 15:11:03 +0000
From: Fun Tails <funtails@hotmail.com>
Subject: Orange Revised (M/b)

The flag went up just after noon. Jack had responded immediately to the
signal for the last four months, but today, he decided, he might have to
ignore the boy entirely.

As he went over the reports with the security chief from the main office,
Jack kept thinking that it was amazing how much paperwork his little piece
of beach generated. 'His beach' was how he thought of the mile long stretch
of white sand on the northern California coast. It was seldom busy, now
that Fall had come. The little orange flag on top of the shack at the north
end of the beach stayed up. Jack glanced at it as he and Captain Clifford
went over the turtle documents.

Turtles were the newest concern for Jack. The small local species had just
been listed as endangered and he had become conservationist in addition to
his duties as lifeguard, manager and overseer. At least his staff did not
mind.  The little reptiles were charming.

Where was the flag? The pole stood empty. Had the boy taken it down and
left? Jack would not have been surprised.

No, it was there. The wind picked up and the bright pennant fluttered
again.

The semi-annual performance review/ inspection/ planning session dragged on
for hours through discussions of pay raises, new fences and more minutiae.
The wind grew through the afternoon and the by the time Clifford stood for
the tour, the flag was flapping like a hyperactive butterfly. The beach was
now officially closed and Jack and Clifford were the only ones left. The
tour took until five, by which time the wind had died back down, and
Clifford left for San Francisco.

Since Jack's beach ended in the north at the cliff and the shack stood on
top of the cliff (outside the administration's area), Clifford had not gone
near it. Which was great, thought Jack, since the flag meant he would have
had a lot of explaining to do. Getting to the shack involved a roundabout
walk into the surrounding forest, emerging with an incredible view of the
aptly named Pacific Ocean. Calling the wooden structure a hut fit only
because of its size. It was neatly made - by Jack's own hand - and the
backdoor creaked not a bit as he opened it.

The inside was brightly lit by the descending sun through two wide windows.
To the right was a small table with a kerosene burner on top and a small
cupboard below. Along the wall opposite the windows was a low cot.  The
dark blankets covered a small form.

Jack knelt at the bedside, pulling back the covers just a bit. Tousled
black hair and the fair, beautiful face of a sleeping boy came into view.
The man thought he looked, in effect if not in actuality, rather like a
turtle with his head out his shell. Even bathed in the sun's afternoon
light, the boy did not stir. Jack studied the face, willing its perfection
to last forever. But inevitably his hand was drawn - as it always was - to
the shallow, but wide, scar over the boy's left eye. He traced it with a
fingertip then - with all his fingers - stroked the forehead, brushing a
few stray hairs back into place.  It was, Jack had long decided, the scar
that completed the face's flawless effect. The proportions, smoothness and
angles would have seemed artificially perfect except for the scar.

Small hands clutched the top of the sheets, pulling them protectively up.
The sleeping boy murmured. For a while Jack listened with amusement, but
became concerned when the boy grew louder. Soon he could make out words.

"No. Lemme go."

Jack stroked the boy's hair seeking to calm him.

"Go away."

For a moment Jack thought the boy meant him, but the child was still
sleeping.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you, I swear. I'll fuc-"

The boy's eyelids opened and he sat straight up, panting. His eyes were ice
blue as they looked about, bewildered.

Jack said, "Easy Rune."

The pale eyes focused on Jack. "You came!" said Rune, throwing his arms
around Jack's shoulders.

"Don't I always? Sorry I'm late, though."

The blankets had fallen off the sitting boy. Rune was naked to the waist -
and probably further, though the blanket hid the rest. His torso was
skinny, but not unhealthily so, and his skin was as smooth and perfect as
his face.

Jack said, "I had a meeting. I couldn't-"

"Never mind that," said Rune.

"Rune, you were having a bad dream when I came in. Wh-"

"Never mind that, either."

Jack shut up. Rune had pressed the side of his face into Jack's chest and
the man held it there, awkwardly. He was always awkward near the boy.  Part
of it was discomfort at the idea that anyone could love him, especially so
wonderful a creature as Rune.

Rune was never awkward. He pulled Jack down over him and lay back on the
bed.

"Right down to business, huh?" said Jack, with a nervous laugh.

"Well, I've been waiting too long." Rune pulled at the drawstring on
Jack's trunks, and pushed the elastic band down.

"I'm real sorry about being late, kid - "

"Hush."

So Jack did, and helped pull his trunks down. They were the only thing he
wore, so he was naked on top of the boy in a heartbeat. The delicious
smoothness of Rune's chest and belly felt even more so when contrasted with
the fibrous roughness of the blankets between their lower bodies. Jack's
right hand stroked the boy's side, while he lowered his forehead to Rune's.
Even in the warmth of the afternoon sun, the boy's skin was cool, the
temperature up on the cliff being affected more by the wind, gentle though
it was.

Rune rolled his head back, brushing their noses. Hands roaming over chests
and ribs and belly buttons, they stayed with their faces together for a
while.  They let things build slowly, in the way of experienced lovers.
Their caresses grew longer and firmer. Jack moved his lips over Rune's
face, at first breathing softly onto it, then grazing it with kisses, all
the time returning to playfully bump noses. With an experienced touch,
Jack began moving his cheek against Rune's - and promptly hit Rune in the
nose with his forehead.

"Ow," said the boy. Then he giggled.

There was no getting around Jack's awkwardness, it seemed.

"Sorry."

"Nevermind."

Jack tried again; brushing his shaven cheek against the boy's smooth one.
He did it again and again. Each time he got lower and closer to Rune's cute
ear. Taking it between his lips, he pulled tenderly.

Rune said, "Mmmmnnn."

'Works every time,' thought Jack. He got the soft earlobe this time and
tugged at it.

"Ooohhh. Mmm," came the response.

It was time for the blankets to go.  Hoisting his butt up to create space,
Jack jerked the sheets out from between them. He settled back down, his
cock resting between the boy's closed thighs and Rune's hard little dick
poking Jack's navel.

With the slightest of movements, Jack slid his shaft along the valley of
Rune's thighs, all the while kissing, licking and playfully biting the
boy's tender ear. Shivery breaths streamed out against his own ear. One
hand stroked Rune's hair while the other dropped to the boy's firm
buttcheeks as Jack slowly humped his thighs. Rune's hands were tightly
around Jack's back, the fingers digging in every time the tip of Jack's
cock nudged his balls on the upstroke. Still sliding his cock back and
forth, Jack rose on his arms and looked down at Rune's happy face. The man
leaned down and just touched his lips to the boy's. The tip of his tongue
slipped out to taste the pink lips before Jack pressed his lips fully onto
Rune's sweet mouth. The boy opened his mouth just enough to join in the
kiss with his own tongue.  With easy movements, they tasted each other and
savored the slippery contact.

Then Rune pressed Jack down, letting him know where to go. Without
rushing, Jack moved his lips down the boy, to the underside of his chin,
then to the immature Adam's apple and then to the nook between the
collarbones. Jack's fingers reached the nipples first. With two fingertips
each he traced small circles around them, feeling them tighten. He went for
the rightward one first with his lips. Feathery kisses were followed by
light flicks of his tongue. The taste of the boy's skin in his mouth made
Jack salivate and he got Rune's nipple slick before moving on to the other
one.  He got this one wet quicker.

Under him, Rune panted with the thrills in his small body. Jack smiled and
dove south for the boy's navel. Rune wouldn't let him though, and pulled
him back up to eye level.

"Turn around," the boy said.

Jack knew immediately what he had in mind and carefully, though still
awkwardly, rotated to bring his knees on either side of Rune's head. There
before him, in a sunbeam, was the boy's stiff dick, lit up like the
treasure in an Indiana Jones movie. He wanted to just gobble it down. It
wasn't that easy though. The man and boy were of different heights and
since Rune wanted a go at Jack's hard cock too, it would take some
adjustments.

The man leaned forward, his hands on either side of Rune's hips. Looking
back under his stomach, Jack watched the boy crane his neck back towards
his stiff rod. Slowly, Jack moved the tip towards Rune's lips, sliding his
knees out to lower himself just right. It was like an electrical surge when
his tip finally touched the moist boylips. Immediately Rune's tongue swiped
at the leaking cockhead. That sent another burst of pleasure right up
Jack's spine. Just a touch lower and the boy took the head comfortably
into his lips and started sucking. Jack jerked downward, pushing much of
the rest of the shaft into the warm, wet sucking mouth. With the boy's head
tilted almost all the way back, Jack knew he could get a lot more in, but
held back.  There would be time for that later.

For a few moments he just savored the feel of the blowjob, but soon felt
pulled towards the boy's dick. It was under him and to get at it he had to
force his head towards his chest. It always hurt, but he never minded. As
soon as the cock morsel was in reach, Jack kissed it on the head. Then he
opened his lips and slowly slurped it inside. Only when he had all of it
inside, and his lips touched the hairless skin at the base of he tiny
shaft, did he move his tongue against it. The results were most apparent in
Rune's sucking of his cock. The boy's mouth seemed to clamp down on his
flesh with his increased suction. Naturally Rune's extra effort incited
Jack to more intense sucking and together the lovers climbed to greater
heights.  Gradually, more of the stiff cock slipped into Rune's mouth and
tickled his stretched throat, until it was all in. Every once in a while,
Rune swallowed and the throat muscles sent Jack into space with their
massage of his cockhead.

Jack's neck hurt as Rune's quietly sucking mouth worked it's magic,
causing flashing pleasure signals all along Jack's back, shaking him.
Despite his best tongue swirling and lip sucking efforts, Jack knew he
needed something more to compete with the boy. Shifting his weight onto one
hand, he slipped a palm under Rune's smooth butt. He squeezed it and got a
wriggle out of Rune. But he needed more. The man slid his hand forward
until the fingertips reached the boy's tight crevice. First one, then two,
fingers slowly circled the rosebud opening he found there. As Jack pressed
more insistently on the little hole, Rune took deeper, more rapid gulps.

The man knew he was getting there. Could he get the boy to the edge in
time? He resisted the urge to plunge the fingers into Rune's hole. Instead
he firmly and slowly got each finger inside up to the first knuckle, all
the while spreading the opening with circular motion. Then just when he was
sure Rune was expecting more, he backed out, just as deliberately as he had
come in.  It was too much for Rune and the boy could not hold back. His
breathing changed to gasps and Jack pulled his own cock back to clear the
boy's airways. At the same time he gave the boy what he had teased him
with;sinking his two fingers all the way into the boy's passage, massaging
the warm walls inside.

The small dick throbbed in Jack's mouth and, with his body wracked by
convulsions of ecstasy, the boy came. Jack never even slowed his sucking.
He felt like a jockey whipping his horse to get every last bit of speed
right up to the finish line. Not until minutes had gone and the boy was
absolutely still did Jack let up.

He expected the boy to restart the sucking on his cock, but instead Rune's
small hands pressed against him, signaling another position. Jack came
about and knelt over Rune's naked chest. The boy took just the tip of his
cock into his mouth this time, but it was enough. Just seeing this
impossibly beautiful boy taking his cock past his lips was enough to get
Jack to the top level. The sunlight had only just begun to lose its
daytime harshness and still, except for the eyebrow scar, it could not
reveal one blemish on the boy's smooth face.

The boy could play finger games too. Eager young digits wormed their way up
Jack's chute and prodded him towards release. His butt cheeks tightened
and he shivered everywhere. All the waves of pleasure flowed through him to
a point just above his balls and exploded out his cock into the boy's
laboring mouth. And then again. And again. Jack's fingers tightened in
Rune's silky hair as he held the boy's head. Like Jack, Rune never stopped
sucking and licking and slurping. Unlike Jack he had to swallow too and
the man saw the boy's throat contract with each intake of jism.

As Jack's thought became his own again, he stroked his fingers through the
boy's hair, smoothing it back into place. Rune finally let the deflating
cock out his mouth and Jack moved back, bringing them eye-to-eye again.
Each reached for the other and they kissed softly. Jack's tongue snaked
into the boy's mouth where only the aftertaste of his semen remained. The
held on to each other for a while, taking turns to taste the other.
Finally, Jack broke the liplock.

"I love you, Rune."

"I love you."

Their foreheads touched as they smiled. Rune rolled them onto their sides
and after the intimacies they had just shared, they shared the even more
intimate act of breathing together as they fell asleep

* * * *

Since the door did not make a noise, Jack did not fear waking Rune as he
slipped outside into the sunset. Despite the heat from the sun, the sea
breeze made him wish he had brought a blanket with him. He had only his
trunks.

He reeled in the rope on the flagpole at to the side of the hut and slipped
off the triangle of orange fabric when it came down. For the rest of his
life the flag would forever be tangled with him and the boy sleeping
inside. The material had been taken from the damaged life preserver Rune
had been wearing the day they met, six months before.  After Rune had
seduced him two months later, they had decided on the flag as a signal for
starting their trysts. Jack was almost always on his beach, but Rune had
an erratic schedule. Whenever he found some free time - as he had on this
Saturday - he raised the flag to tell his lover to come running.

Jack sat against the hut, staring out to sea, and reflected on his time
with the boy. Too bad it would not last, he knew. Actually he knew nothing
of the sort, but it had to end sometime, did it not? Nothing else in his
life had shown much resilience. Still, when it did end ('If it did end!' an
internal voice shouted.) It would not be because he had chosen it. For as
long as he could he would hold on to the boy.

The boy.

Who had been very quiet in his lovemaking today - totally unlike his usual
self.

The boy.

Who had started their friendship by defying Jack at every turn. Who cursed
like a drill sergeant. Who made outrageous boasts about every ability. Who
had stolen the lifeguards' jet ski just to prove a point.

The boy.

Who had come to him with butterfly kisses one morning in early summer.  Who
had given his life meaning again. Who had touched Jack's soul with just a
smile.

'Had to get lucky someday, didn't I?' thought Jack.

Rune came around the corner, a blanket draped over his shoulders and a cup
in his hand. Jack rose to take it. Hot chocolate. He glanced over at
Rune's empty hands.

The boy said, "We'll share."

They looked out at the sunset together and Jack took a sip. He snagged a
marshmallow and nibbled it as he gave the cup back to Rune. The boy was not
a sipper, and after two gulps he had a glistening chocolate mustache.  With
three quick swipes of his tongue, the kid cleaned it off. Jack took the
cup back in one hand, but did not drink. He looked over in admiration at
Rune, again amazed by the perfection he saw there. And again he was drawn
to the scar. He touched it softly and, as always, Rune recoiled slightly.
Jack still kept the contact. He knew the boy was ashamed of the mark and
whatever had caused it and for that very reason Jack felt compelled to
single it out. With wonder, he gazed into Rune's downcast face. As he
stroked the scar, Jack willed the boy to see himself through his eyes; as
if the message would streak across their touch and fill the boy's mind with
the realization that he was loved no matter what.

Tears welled up in the blue eyes and Jack jerked his hand back, ashamed.
He should have known he would only stoke Rune's trauma by calling attention
to it.

"I'm sorry," said Jack.

Rune swallowed and shook his head. He reached for Jack's hand and took it
back to his face, pressing it over the scar.

"Rune, what is it?"

The boy's eyes looked up briefly then fell again.

"We're moving," he said simply.

Jack's heart turned to ice and a steel hammer shattered it.

Ages later, his senses returned.

"Mom got a job in Colorado. She says that it doesn't pay as much, but
she'll be closer to Granma and her boss here is a creep too, so."

The boy started babbling and Jack said, "Hush." Leaning down, he kissed
the boy right between the eyes. With one hand, Jack pulled Rune's head
into his chest. Tears ran off Rune's cheek and down Jack's stomach.

Jack said, "It'll be okay."

"But-"

"It'll be okay."

Jack did not know how he could lie so easily, but he felt he had to. He
had to calm the bundle of anxiety he hugged so tightly. On the beach below,
he saw two turtles fucking. Such a simple act (and a funny looking one as
well, if you were watching turtles), yet it seemed like the most important
thing to him at that moment: to touch to taste to love his precious Rune.

It started with their hands. Rune's held Jack's biceps near the shoulders
and his fingers stroked them. Jack stroked the boy's hair, savoring the
feathery feel between his fingers. His other hand caressed between the
shoulder blades, under the blanket. One of Rune's hands moved across to the
man's chest, while the other slid down to the top of his trunks and
determinedly squeezed past the waistband.

Realizing the boy wanted it as much as he did, Jack pulled back, taking
the blanket from Rune's shoulders. He had no illusions about the comfort of
making love on rock, but the blanket would help. They would be fine as long
as they went slow.

As soon as he spread it on the hard ground, he knelt before the naked boy.
Holding firmly above the waist, he pulled Rune's stomach towards him and
pressed his right cheek against it, breathing in the sweet-sweat smell. His
hands went lower and so did his head. While he cupped a buttcheek in each
hand, he kissed the boy's stiffy. Then licked it all along the underside.
The smooth little sack was next. When they shone from the wetness Jack had
left there, he returned to the boyprick, taking it all into his mouth. Rune
held Jack's head tight.

At first he just enjoyed the feel of it - the gentle throbbing on his
tongue and the warmth on the roof of his mouth. Eventually, he slurped
it. Then let it rest a while. Then slurped it again. After a shorter pause
he sucked on it continuously. His hands kneaded the firm buttflesh in
them. When the boy's excitement started sending shivers through his body,
Jack let go.

Rune knelt and held Jack's hardness through the swimming trunks.

"Uuhhhhhhhh," the man breathed.

When Rune pressed the top down, Jack helped him. His cock popped free.
With the trunks at his knees, Jack lifted one up to slip them off-

And promptly overbalanced.

He stopped himself with a hand on the blanket, recovering quickly to get
rid of the troublesome garment. Rune looked down at him, boydick jiggling
as he laughed. Pressing the Jack onto his back, Rune joined him on the
furry blanket. Jack lay on his right side as Rune spooned against
him. Some of the rock edges were sharp enough to make themselves felt
through the wool.  Jack shifted his lower elbow about to a safe spot and
supported himself on it, rising up above the boy as he cushioned the soft,
dark-haired head in the crook of his arm. With his left hand he pulled Rune
closer until it seemed that every part of them was touching. The slender,
but firm, boybutt rested against Jack's rigid cock.

Again it started with the hands. The boy was in an almost fetal position
and Jack let his hand wander along Rune's silky skin. From the jagged scar
on top the left foot - a memento of the day Jack had rushed into the water
to save, and meet, his young angel - to the bent knee, past the curved
buttocks, along the shallow curve of the sides up the soft cheek and
finally to the slash above the eye - a memento of things Rune had never
spoken about.

Rune's face was aglow with the golden red of the sunset. His eyes fixed on
it while Jack traced his finger over the boy's lips. Then Rune's tongue
peeked out and welcomed the digit into his sucking mouth. Jack added
another and kissed Rune's shoulder when he took them back. The wet
fingertips went down and teased the boy's anus, circling until they were
dry. Jack took moisture from his own mouth this time, the better to taste
the boy. After every trip to his lips, Jack's fingers probed deeper into
the tight boyhole.  Soon both were all the way in and Jack knew it was
time.

While Jack preferred making love face to face, this was Rune's favorite
position. He had never said so, but Jack knew that having his lover behind
him gave Rune a sense of vulnerability that the boy usually abhorred, but
which made sense during sex. To give himself up to the man and be held in
his safe arms let Rune know that he was protected, even in his weakest
state.

At first, Jack just slid along the channel of the buttcheeks. On each
stroke the head grazed over the opening.

"Mmmnnh," Rune moaned.

Jack kissed the boy's cheek.

"Mmmnnnnhh."

Then hugging him close, Jack slid himself into the boy.

"Aaammmnnhhhh," whimpered Rune.

Inside, the boy was volcano hot. But even if his cock were melting, Jack
would want it to be nowhere else. The passageway was tight and slick. As
Jack took in the sensations, he felt Rune's heartbeat pulse through his
cock.  Jack thrust inward, trying to give as much as he could to his
lover.

"Mmmnnaahh."

Jack pulled back, slowly letting the insides of the boy flow past his
electrified cockhead. He did not go very far back though, before sinking
back into the young ass.

"Uuuhhahh

The rock surface and the sideways position restricted Jack's motion, but
he was able to get a slow regular rhythm going with his strokes. Rune
quieted down and together they watched the sun die in a spectacular blaze
of light.  Above, the first stars looked down on their lovemaking in the
dusk.

The inability to fully glide into the boy made Jack's lust boil. Every
time he sought to speed up the rock bit into him. Ironically, it brought
him towards climax faster. Jack reached for Rune's boyhood, determined not
to leave him behind. With three fingers, he stroked the thin shaft;
speeding up when his own thrusting ebbed and holding back when he
periodically sped up in the boy's hole.

Neither was in a hurry. For Jack, there was no 'then' or 'when'. Each time
he slid into Rune was the first. The last. The only. The sun hung on the
horizon for an eternity, waiting for them to finish, though they never
intended to. Rune's eyes were closed. Jack kissed them. As they opened,
the sight of the blue irises fevered Jack's mind. It was ridiculous that
he had found this treasure and was just going to let it walk away. He would
not. He would never stop making love to Rune. His perfect, beautiful Rune.

It was the beauty that undid him. His feelings overflowed and leapt over
the abyss to orgasm. The rumblings started in his thighs. His stomach
tightened.  Each little bit of Rune's boyhole felt at once like sandpaper
and silk. He grabbed Rune around the waist and strove as deeply into the
boy as he could, shuddering and jerking as he loosed his seed into the
tight hole. His stroking of Rune's boydick became erratic as his mind lost
focus and the sun exploded in his mind, leaving behind the clean, pure
image of Rune's face.

Only a sliver of sun remained now, more red than orange. Under Jack, Rune
whimpered with need and the man reached for the boy's hard dick. He still
refused to rush. His spent juices leaked around his cock, allowing Jack to
keep sliding it in and out, even with its softening. In concert with his
dick stroking, Jack almost immediately pushed the boy into bliss.

Jack watched Rune's face as the boy came. The eyes closed like those of a
dreamer. The mouth took deep breaths. The only thing more perfect looking
than Rune's face was Rune's face as it experienced ultimate pleasure. Jack
drew the boy into him, skin against skin as the quaking orgasm thundered
through him.

As the shaking died into shivers, tears ran from under the boy's closed
eyelids. Jack had no answer. He could only wrap his arms around his boy as
the day gave in to the night.

* * * *

"It's time," said the boy as he made for the gate of what used to be his
house.

"Wait," said Jack.

"They're waiting." He pointed at the minivan in the street.

"I know. But there's one thing."

The man pulled the folded orange flag from his pocket and pressed it into
the boy's hand. Rune looked up, puzzled.

Jack said, "Keep it. When the time comes, you'll know what to do with it."
He turned the boy around and patted him on the butt. "Go on, get going."

The End


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