Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2024 23:26:24 +0000 (UTC) From: Joseph Klimczak Subject: The Tales of Sol 77C The Tales of Sol 77C By Joe at3unit3@yahoo.com This is a fictional story; it is not intended to imply that any members of the Backstreet Boys, Nsync, or 98 Degrees are gay, or any of the other celebrities mentioned are homosexuals. If you are not old enough to read these stories, do yourself a favor and don't get caught. The same goes for those people whose countries have these sites made illegal. And for everyone else enjoy Captain Planet and related characters were created by R.E Turner and copyrighted by AOL Time Warner Company and Trademark by TBS Productions Babylon 5 and all related characters and props were created by Michael Straczynski and copyrighted by Warner Bros. Star Trek and all related characters created by Gene Roddenberry. Copyright Paramount Transformers and all related characters, and props are trademarked by Hasbro Inc. Copyright Rhino Home Videos and AOL Time Warner Entertainment CO He-Man, She-Ra, related characters, and props are trademarked by Filmation 1980s Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, Angel, and all related characters created by Joss Whedon. Copyright 20th Century Fox. Batman, and all related characters created by Bob Kane. Copyright DC Comics and Warner Bros. X-MEN and all related characters were created by Stan Lee. Copyright Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox. To those who've been reading Tales of Sol. I want you to know that there is sex in this story. That is not its sole purpose and yes I do hope the sex sense makes you all hard and gets you off. Sol is an adaptation from my childhood favorite show Captain Planet and the Planeteers. The cartoon showed us that the world can be a better place if we take a few moments to care for it. Tales of Sol is meant to express hope. It also shows how music can have an impact in our lives. I don't know if my favorite bands 98 Degrees, Backstreet Boys, or Nsync have ever read this. They saw me through some of the hardest moments of my life and offered in their own way hope. To them, I say thank you. I dedicate the Tales of Sol to all of my brothers and sisters of the US Armed Service past, present, and future. I like to thank my friends whom I had the privilege of showing these chapters with. They helped with editing and inspiration, John Rivera, Albert-Russ Alan Rivera-Odum, Derbe.D. Hunte Yvette Ortiz Samuel Diaz Jr for all their help in Making The Tales of Sol an enjoyable story to write. And I have a few other names starting with the beginner of this universe. James is the author of Tales of a Real Dark Knight. I still hope to reconnect with you dear friend and all the rest of this series. Blake the author of Tales of a New Phoenix Jeremi author of the Tales of Young Mutants I am adding a few more remarks. 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Quillbot Inc. https://quillbot.com/ The Tales of Sol 77C The Aftermath of Mauna Loa Continued After our little field trip, we all decided it was time for some fun and excitement. The first order of business was to go shopping because we all had items that needed to be replaced after we left the arena. We split up into pairs. Kevin, AJ, and Howie went one way, while Nick and Brian went the other. Rob and I set out for a leisurely walk, taking in the sights of the boulevard. The tenacity of Hilo was on full display; despite the recent events, the community's spirit of recovery was evident in its rapid resurgence. Still, the dance of Mauna Loa's wrath had left its mark--the streets and structures whispered tales of the eruptions. But just like the nascent life on the volcano's slopes, the essence of the city remained unyielding. As we ambled and peered into storefronts, Rob's sidelong glances carried the weight of unasked questions. They hung in the air between us until, at last, he broke the silence with his inquiry, "How do you manage it, Mike?" His voice is a mixture of curiosity and quiet respect. As Rob's question hung in the air, I lifted an eyebrow, feigning ignorance for a moment. "Do what, exactly?" I asked, prompting him to elaborate. Rob's curiosity had built up, piece by piece, into a coherent question filled with wonder and a touch of concern. "You know," he began, his words trailing off as he gathered his thoughts, "wielding that incredible power... I've seen it go to people's heads. People get drunk on so much less--cops and their authority, for example. But you, you've got this... extraordinary capability. Nations could only dream of such power." He watched me closely, searching for a hint of hubris or a slip of ego. "You stood up against a force of nature, a literal volcano, and it was like you were clocking in for a regular day's work." He shook his head, half in disbelief, half in awe. "How do you manage it--how do you walk around with such force at your disposal--and remain so, I don't know, normal?" I considered his observation for a moment. "It wasn't just another day at the office, Rob." I gestured to the recovering city around us, the battered but unbroken buildings, and the resilient people passing by. "Every moment, I'm fully aware of the stakes at play. The power I have... it's not about controlling or reigning in the Earth--it's understanding that I'm a part of it. A custodian, not a conqueror." "The badge, the gun, the power--I've seen what it does to people too," I continued, locking eyes with him to emphasize my point. "And I've made a conscious choice to not let it consume me. These forces... they're a responsibility, one I take incredibly seriously because the alternative--it's not a path I'm willing to tread." Rob nodded, absorbing my explanation. It was a rare glimpse for him into the mindset of someone who touched the sky, caressed the earth's fiery heart, and yet walked among the masses not as a titan, but as an equal--a guardian whose greatest power lay not in the elements he commanded but in the humanity he preserved. "Rob, it's a complicated matter. I need to constantly remind myself that I don't control the Earth; its forces far exceed my own. Possessing such immense power is simultaneously tempting and perilous. The challenge is resisting the impulse to use that power impulsively, such as when we encountered those who harmed the dog in New York." Reflecting on that moment and the emotions it stirred within me, I shared, "Back then, my capabilities were only a fraction of what they've become. And even that was a test of restraint." Rob halted a serious expression etched on his face as he turned to me. "Control, that's the key, isn't it?" he surmised. His words held a recognition of the heavyweight such immense power brought with it. He was transported back in memory to an alley where his mind's eye replayed the incident with vivid detail. There I was, facing off against the brutish trio who had so callously mistreated an innocent dog. The memory of my controlled fury was as vivid to him as if it had happened yesterday. "Those guys got what was coming to them, and you... Man, you were something else," Rob admired. "The way you took control of that situation, your skill--those guys didn't stand a chance." His admiration bled into caution as he considered my previous reflections on power's seduction. "So, that's why you always keep your cool, huh? With hands or with the elements--once you lose control, things can go south fast," he acknowledged, his wisdom casting light on the fine balance required. And he was spot on. "Exactly, Rob. Staying level-headed is everything. My role demands that every move, every decision, be steeped in wisdom and a deep moral grounding," I said, feeling the weight and pride of that responsibility settle in my chest. Rob's next words were acknowledgment and respect wrapped in one. "Honor. That's what keeps you true to your course." His insight earned a solemn nod from me. "Honor is my compass--the principle that guides my actions, the code that ensures I remain anchored amidst the powers I wield," I replied, reaffirming, grateful that such values still held meaning in a world of ever-expanding horizons and challenges. The bustle of the boulevard faded into the background as a piece of clothing in a shop window seized my gaze. It was a sleek black button-down shirt, simple yet sophisticated. Rob, observant as ever, spotted the shift in my attention and echoed my interest with a knowing smile. "That's a sharp-looking shirt right there," he remarked. "Definitely your style. You'd look great in that." His words tipped the scales. Encouraged by his enthusiasm, we shared a moment of unspoken agreement and made our way into the store, ready to see if the shirt lived up to its window-display promise. As the door to the store swung open, a prickling sense at the back of my neck arose. An ingrained instinct warned me--someone was watching us a bit too keenly, their gaze on Rob possessing an intensity that left me on edge. Splitting our attention between the racks, Rob admired a selection of shirts while I delved into an array of pieces emblazoned with Harley Davidson-style graphics. I held up a few options for his consideration, and he responded with an encouraging thumbs up. Continuing my search, a movement caught my eye. In the fringes of my awareness, I could sense an onlooker assessing Rob with more than casual interest. The intensity of his stare felt nearly tangible, and it was far from innocent admiration. The murmurs of admiration from Mr. Beefcake were not so quiet as to escape my ears. "Oh, he is so hot, I would love to bone him," he mused, unaware of my vigilant presence. Under the guise of searching for more clothing items, I maneuvered myself within protective proximity, poised and ready to intercept any untoward intentions toward Rob, who remained oblivious, absorbed in his own browsing. I gently asked a fellow shopper to watch my selections, positioning myself strategically. My movements were silent, practiced stealth that wouldn't alert Rob to the potential discomfort or the man to my intervention. Whatever this individual's intentions, it was clear Mr. Beefcake wasn't after a celebrity's signature. My priority was Rob's security and ensuring this shopping trip remained an enjoyable, intrusion-free experience. My senses heightened, a red flag raised by the suggestive tone of Mr. Beefcake, "Hey, I can assist you in trying those on," he offered, stepping toward Rob with unsettling confidence. Rob, his unease apparent, politely declined the offer. "Thank you, but I'm fine," he said, focusing on the array of pants in front of him. He was acutely conscious of the situation he'd found himself in. The man's demeanor quickly shifted to one of scorn. "Oh, look at the pop star who thinks he's just another Joe," Mr. Beefcake sneered. His voice dropped to a predatory whisper, "You've got such a hot ass. Bet you're quite the screamer," he murmured too close for comfort. From my vantage point, I caught every word and monitored the exchange intently, ready to step in. Rob maintained his firm stance. "I appreciate it, but I'm not interested," he responded, his patience wearing thin. Before Rob could create any more distance, the guy's hand landed inappropriately on him, his intentions blatant and voice laced with menace, "You've got one sweet ass; I'm taking you right here." Rob recoiled from the unsolicited touch, his discomfort turning to alarm. My protective instincts kicked in full force. I couldn't allow this harassment to continue an instant longer. I stepped forward, my approach swift and determined, prepared to shield Rob and defuse this confrontation with all the authority I could muster. As I moved towards the unsettling scene, I called out, a hint of disdain in my tone, "Looks like all that muscle went straight to inflating your ego." The two men turned as I approached. Rob's expression was one of stark fear, while Mr. Beefcake assessed me with a predatory gaze, though his appetite clearly differed from the nobility of a lion's. The man let out a contemptuous laugh and tightened his grip on Rob, boldly hinting, "Maybe you'll be my next target." Unfazed by the thug's crude suggestion, I shot back, "Why don't you try me first?" and watched the reaction ripple across his face. Rob seized the moment to break free, dodging away to seek assistance from a store employee. The staff, already aware of the situation, quickly gathered around him, offering their assurance and protection. The brute, unperturbed, stepped toward me, his arrogance oozing from every pore. "I never pass up the chance to put a 'pipsqueak' in his place," Mr. Beefcake taunted, reaching out to grasp my shoulder. But as his hand came close, I swiftly knocked it aside and twisted it back sharply, eliciting a howl of pain from him. "Looks like someone skipped their lessons out of respect," I chided as I landed a firm slap across his face, sending him tumbling into a nearby clothes rack. The onlookers in the store burst into cheers and applause, their approval not for the fallen aggressor but for the swift justice I had delivered. It was a small victory--not just for Rob or myself--but for decency and respect within the communal spaces we all shared. The man's outrage was as clear as his underestimation of me. "No pipsqueak can do that to me!" Mr. Beefcake roared, his ego bruised, invoking an ill-placed confidence reminiscent of my confrontation with the Juggernaut back in New York. With a snarl distorting his features, he attempted a reckless charge, a misguided display of aggression. I sidestepped effortlessly, watching his momentum carry him past. Seizing the moment, I struck, delivering a punch to his chiseled chest. Still, his poor temperament remained unfazed. His trajectory ended amidst the frills and lace of a women's nightgown display, the delicate fabrics enveloping his bulk. I couldn't resist a jibe at his newfound attire. "The palette of pinks and purples there suits you--brings out the color in your eyes," I remarked, letting the sarcasm glance off each word. Floundering amidst the soft garments, he emerged, the fabric falling away as his face burned red with anger. He made another bullish attempt, this time shaking off the clingy remnants of the display and charging once more. "You're the epitome of a caveman," I noted casually, my eyes following his predictably brutish movements. Mr. Beefcake's menacing growl carried a threat meant to intimidate. "You're a dead man," he bellowed, thrown by my composure. With a cool, calculated tone, I countered, "You seem to have overlooked that you're already losing this encounter. And I haven't even hit my stride." My retort was smooth, an unruffled contrast to his boiling rage. I caught sight of Rob making his way back to the location, a pair of officers in tow. It was time for this absurdity to come to an end. Sending a heavy dollop of sarcasm back at the dipshit, "Your waltz is about to commence," I quipped, nodding in the direction of the incoming law enforcement. Unfazed by the pending legal intervention, Mr. Beefcake bellowed a foolishly and untimely retort, "They can line up too!" "This workout session has officially hit its limits--my daily dose of dumbbells has been well and truly met," I declared, as my adversary lunged in a last-ditch effort to regain control. I responded with the kind of swift, sure action honed through countless previous bouts. Arresting his charge with ease, I held fast to his shirt, my grasp unyielding. "True exertion is knowing exactly when to let go," I advised, my voice calm but carrying the weight of experience, as my fingers gripped the fabric, inadvertently accentuating the contours of his muscular chest. I observed him coldly, my disdain unfaltering. "Pity that your physique isn't mirrored by your character -- there's more brute than noble in you." The man before me, once a picture of confidence, now trembled. "Consider this a different kind of resistance training," I quipped wryly, my hold on him firm and unrelenting, elevating him ever so slightly to signal the shift in power--from the might of his arms to the dread coiling within him. "Bucko, remember to mind your manners next time," I stated, my voice laced with barely suppressed irritation. "Getting a sense of your place would be a good start." The store had unwittingly turned into a stage, with the audience of customers and employees providing laughter and applause that felt akin to a curtain call for the scene I had so adeptly commanded. "And one more thing--take out the trash," I added coolly, directing a subtly firm push against the oaf's brawny chest. He stumbled backward, maneuvered with such precision through the store's threshold, that he landed directly in the embrace of a trash can outside--the perfect receptacle for his disagreeable behavior. "There, that's where trash like that belongs," Rob quipped, a knowing smile on his lips as he observed the remainder of the day's refuse cascade over the nitwit's face. The approaching officers exercised restraint, choosing merely to observe from the sidelines. Yet the smirks etching their faces were telltale signs of where their sympathies lay. One officer, in particular, struggled to contain his mirth, his efforts giving way to a barely concealed chuckle. He shot the upended troublemaker a look that mingled disapproval with a certain robust satisfaction, clearly in favor of my method of conflict resolution. Stepping out of the shop, I was greeted by an officer's wry smile. "Seems like our intervention wasn't necessary," he commented, amusement tinting his voice. With a smirk, I responded, "Well, it's a good thing I handled it; now you've got a firsthand account of that fool's display of idiocy." "We'll take it from here," the officer said, the echo of chuckles subsiding as he cuffed the ungracious bully who was now attempting to unceremoniously extricate himself from his undignified landing spot. With a nod, they began to escort him out, his blustering turned into a whimper under the weight of the law. The remaining onlookers, their spirits uplifted by the encounter's outcome, dispersed with a final bout of gratified laughter, the excitement giving way to calm once more. "Mike, I--" Rob began, but the words didn't seem to come easy. "Rob, don't even start; none of this was your fault," I cut in, reassuring him with a hug that conveyed more than words could. "You did nothing to provoke Mr. Beefcake. You're in the clear." As the staff busied themselves tidying up the aftermath of the scuffle, we went back to our shopping. The kind woman who had held onto the Harley Davidson shirts for me placed them at the cashier for us as we rounded up a few more items. "Thank you so much for this," I told her, genuinely grateful for her assistance. She gave us a knowing smile. "Oh, Henry has pulled stunts like that before. He finally got what was coming to him," she said, the satisfaction clear in her voice. At the checkout, I addressed the cashier with contrition. "I do apologize for all the trouble." She laughed it off. "Trouble? Are you kidding? That guy has been a thorn in our sides, making unwelcome passes at us all. It's a relief to see him taken down a peg." At that moment, the store manager appeared, his face bearing an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry about what happened, Mr. Thomas. Disturbances like this are not the norm at our establishment." Rob waved away the apology. "It's not like you could have predicted the guy's behavior." "No, we should have stepped in sooner. Should've barred him after the first few incidents," the manager admitted. He turned to me, his hand extended. "Really, I can't thank you enough for stepping in when you did. " He smiled as we shook hands, a gesture of mutual respect between us. "I am sorry for wrecking your store," I had to say. "You did not; that jackass did; we all watched," the manager said. We talked for a while. As we were leaving the store, Rob beat me and paid for my items as well as his. "What were we talking about?" resumed the conversation where we left off. I asked. "How people allow a little power to go to their heads" Rob laughed and turned to me, saying, "Mike, I want to thank you." "I am not afraid of lifting weights," I smirked, pumping my fist "Of course that bozo was a lot of dead weight." I snickered. As we moved away from the scene, I leaned in to share with Rob, ensuring my voice was just for him. "My enhanced hearing picked up every derogatory remark that nitwit made, and I sensed his bad intentions. It's always a balancing act, though--I couldn't act preemptively without risking the tables turning against me," I admitted with a hint of regret. Rob glanced around discreetly before confiding his thoughts. "Mike, I get it, and once again, I'm thankful to count you as a friend. Brian's incredibly fortunate to have someone with your prowess on his side." His gratitude was genuine, though he wisely omitted any mention of my more extraordinary abilities, just in case it reached unintended ears. It was true; my natural combat skills were more than enough for that encounter--my actual powers weren't even called into play. Casting a cautious eye over the vicinity himself, Rob's smile held a trace of irony. "Note to self: never get on your bad side." "Using my abilities--or my fists--to inflict harm goes against everything I stand for," I affirmed to Rob, ensuring my commitment to honor was clear. Rob nodded, accepting this truth as we continued our leisurely pace. After a moment of contemplation, he faced me, vulnerability shading his words, "Mike, I've got to be honest--I thought maybe you were wary around me because you were concerned I'd act out like that lowlife." Glancing back over my shoulder at the scene we'd left behind, I assured him with a gesture, "Rob, the very fact that you're worried about it is proof enough you're nothing like that guy." Once we reached the hotel and found ourselves alone, Rob turned towards me. With a decisive, gentle motion, he drew me in, his hand gracing the back of my head, and in a bold, tender gesture, he kissed me. "Mike, Brian is really lucky to have found someone with a heart of gold." Rob told me so as he stopped our kiss. Then he squeezed my cheeks and pressed his hands on my ass in a more passionate kiss. Rob remarked, "Hmm, you feel nice." My voice sounded heavy due to the unexpectedly intense kiss I had from this attractive blonde. I tried to control myself a little, but only because we had somewhere to go. "Thank you, but we should meet up with the guys at the beach," I said. "We will get there, but I want some more time with you," Rob said, grabbing my hand and throwing me onto the bed. He then got on top of me and gave me a forceful kiss. Rob said, "I have been dying to kiss you," and he would rub against me. His voice was full of hunger. His aggressive shoving on me was palpable. "You've kissed me numerous times," I said in a sexually charged tone that was yet laced with humor. Rob murmured, "Those were nothing compared to this." "I see you two could not wait any longer." Rob sprung to attention as he saw Brian enter the space. "Hey Brian! It's not what you think it is. Rob quickly turned his back on me. "It appeared as though you were flirting with my boyfriend," Brian said sarcastically. Rob gulped as Brian moved in on him. He pushed the pop symbol up against the wall, making Rob grimace as if Brian was about to hit him in the face. Brian obviously conveyed that notion when he raised his hand. Brian made Rob grimace as he placed one hand over his head and the other directly over his crotch, squeezing it playfully before leaning in and Frenching Rob. I saw tongues wagging back and forth between them while my partner developed a deep, passionate kiss. For a minute Rob was confused, but then he gave in to the need and kissed back, pressing his buttocks on Brian's hand as their fiery cries and gasps filled the room. I was disappointed to see Brian and Rob discontinue their sultry banter. I was so hot and bothered watching these two magnificent studs go at it, and I started stroking my constricted penis with my hands. When Brian noticed me straining at my own encased dick and going back to Rob, he gave me a cruel smile. Brian responded, "Go back to the bed and kiss my boyfriend." Rob came back to the bed, pulled me back into the mattress, and put his hand on my shoulder. Rob, still heated from our makeout session, crawled back on top of me and pressed our crotches together. "Is he always this persistent?" Brian watched us make out as Rob asked in a raspy voice as he started kissing me again. My sweetheart was playing with himself, and I could hear his lovely sighs. "Only when he is really horny, and I bet observing your assertive behavior makes him really hard." I grinned and placed my hand between us to feel Rob's firm penis in my fingers. This elicited a murmur of satisfaction and a shove into my welcoming palms. Rob snickered as Brian moved behind him. My lover gripped Rob's ass and pulled the gorgeous pop star back up, allowing Brian to drive his crotch into Rob's rear. Rob didn't even resist Brian; instead, he allowed my boyfriend to dominate the rock star's butt. Rob was panting frantically, never allowing our lips to split. "Yeah, Your boyfriend is so hard, he might just fuck me without us taking off our pants." The movement made it easier for me to get to the prize I was carrying, and I was eventually able to liberate Rob's dick. When I unzipped his pants, I saw Rob's dick was leaking, indicating a need for action. I touched him, causing him to moan. Brian laughed sensually, reaching across Rob's waist to find my hand, which he grabbed so we could both feel Rob's beast. "Love, don't hog him," he cautioned. I released Rob's dick so I could take off his shirt and see his toned, powerful physique. I immediately reached Rob's pecs and tweaked both of his nipples. Brian put Rob down to give them to me since he knew what I wanted. I found Rob's right nipple with my tongue and began to nibble and lick it. "Oh my God!" said Rob. about gratification from a sexual standpoint. Brian stooped to cover Rob's ear with his tongue while he watched me savage the pop star's chest. "My Mike is crazy about nipples!" As Brian and I worked him up, Rob's face of joy was priceless, and Brian's silky voice muttered into his ear while he nibbled at Rob's lobe. We had hit an impasse; we had to halt because there was one more obstacle between the three of us: we were still dressed. Brian stepped off of Rob solely so he could shed his clothing. Rob was off of me, and shortly standing over me were two extremely attractive naked males who then pounced at me, stripping me quickly. I couldn't decide between Rob's and Brian's dicks, but I chose Rob's. Brian pushed Rob over, spreading the rock star's cheeks for the prizes my lover desired. "I told you before Rob if you are going to fuck my man I was going to fuck you," I watched my man eat his ass. Rob briefly removed his mouth from my dick. "If that is what you want to call it, I gladly accept my fate," he whispered lustfully before sucking again. "Oh my god, you two!" He groaned, Brian and I would alternate so that I could taste Rob's ass in Brian's mouth and he could taste Rob's dick in mine. Rob tried to move me so that we could 69 it. Rob leaned down and sucked my dick into his hot lips. Brian rose off his knees and presented his dick to me; I removed my lips from Rob's dick and latched on to my lover's cock. "That's it Mike, get me wet, Love, I got to teach Rob a lesson about trying to make moves on my Lover," Brian sighed with pleasure. As he pushed into and out of my greedy mouth. Rob took his tongue off my dick for a little while. He said lustfully, "If that is what you want to call it, I gladly accept my fate," and then he started sucking once again. When Brian thought I had adequately moistened his dick, he removed his dick from my lips. I saw a clear glimpse of Brian as he stepped inside Rob's ass, but I had already missed my lover's cock. I put Rob's cock back in my mouth before Brian could move, so when Brian slammed into Rob's ass, I was ready. My mouth would be fucked by the popstar's cock. Nick listened to what was happening behind closed doors while standing on the other side of the door, his ear pressed up against it and his dick sticking out of his shorts and caressing. There were several groans and grunts in the room. While we fucked, I forced Nick, who was playing with his dick, to rub it quicker while listening through the door. Nick said, "I should join them," but he was having just as much fun playing with his cock and listening to the sex. Upon hearing us cumming, he immediately dumped his load all over our door. Whispering, "Fuck, I'm joining next time," Nick erased the proof of his voyeuristic actions. He had to put his dick back into his pants, so as he was leaving, he began sucking his own come off his palm. Laying on the bed was usually enjoyable, except when I had the weight of two people on top of me, three of us stacked together. "Dudes!" I choked. "Yes, my love?" Brian inquired. Rob laughed, "I think he preferred that we were lying next to him rather than on top of him." Brian reluctantly slid off of Rob, allowing Rob to roll off of me, but not before he squeezed my dick. "I guess," Brian responded. "Maybe we can have more fun?" Rob requested Brian smacked Rob's ass, causing the cheeks to sweetly wiggle. Brian's fingers lingered so he could knead Rob's now-red cheek. Brian had to warn Rob, "We will see, I don't just share my love like this," as Rob became uneasy. "Brian I," although he was whimpering a bit under Brian playing with his ass. "Rob, don't worry; Brian is really impulsive when he's in bed. "Once I get out of bed, he is my true love," I planted a kiss on Rob. "I did not say it would not happen again, just that we will not be as playful, Mike is my boyfriend and I love him too much," Brian remarked while kissing him. Brian gave us both a kiss. "I completely understand," Rob replied, nodding, "but I want to stick my dick up your boyfriend's ass." His fingers found their way inside my rosebud as he grasped my cheeks. "Maybe later we are supposed to be going to the beach," I whimpered as Rob fingered my ass. "You are so tight Mike I love it," he said. Brian put his finger up Rob's ass. "So do you, but save it for later; I need some sun," he hissed passionately. They both removed their fingers from the ass they were playing with. I let out a disappointed sigh when Rob took his fingers out of the man's ass. But then Rob let out a similar regretful sigh when Brian withdrew his fingers from Rob's ass. We got out of bed, took showers, and took turns putting body wash all over each other. We were kissing and playing together while we cleaned ourselves off. To be continued Hawaiian volcanoes aren't the only things that explode, while I never said there wasn't going to be sex in my story I hope those who find them in my story get off on them. There is going to be plenty more sex to come, but they aren't the reason for this story. Hawaii is about to come to an end with only a few more chapters to go. There are still some things to come both good and bad. Please remember to Donate to Nifty Please tell me what you think at3unit3@yahoo.com All comments are welcome I also recommend the following stories. It was because of them I got into writing in the first place. "Tales of a Real Dark Knight" by authorjames "Marvel Knights" also by authorjames "Tales of the New Phoenix" by Blake "Tales of a Superhero Band" by Leo "Tales of a Young Mutant" by Jeremi "Tales of a Thunder God" by Tony Justiss