Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2008 16:45:54 -0800 (PST)
From: larry_c_@excite.com
Subject: Under The Rainbow, part 3

This story is totally fiction...and in no way reflects any known truth! The
same comment is made regarding the actual actors' lifestyles. Nothing ever
observed or reported has acted as basis for the strictly fictitious acts of
adult entertainment suggested in this writing.

Since part two ended without a carry-over...I'm not presenting a "we left
off" note this time.

Somewhere Under the Rainbow
Part Three

Oh Man! I really stepped into a sweet one the other week-end! It was an
outdoor shoot where Esteban was put into the situation of being a
first-time Scout Troop Leader for a patrol which included Zach and Cody (of
course) and a couple guest stars, Rico (from Hanna) and Max (from Wizards)
who had come to the Tipton for a summer break between school years.

We all know just what kind of leader Esteban is, just from his fantastic
record as a Bell Hop at the Tipton, so there's no problem imagining just
how the four boys had him jumping hoops and learning from them more than
they got from his scout training experience. Surely, we will see the
results of his quality leadership as we continue. But for now, let your
imagination wander a bit along that line.

However, the part that began what I consider to be so sweet was at the
lakefront in the middle of a hot afternoon of a more-less unsupervised
swimming session. It seems that these young teens had escaped from
Esteban's watchful eye by bandaging him to the picnic table bench during a
first-aid practice session. You know...one "broken arm" attempt, adding a
"splinted leg", a "chest wound" and a "head wound" ...until poor Esteban
was bound and gagged, unable to get off that bench because those bandages
also wrapped around the bench...by mistake! We all understand how a new
scout gets carried away in an attempt to do well, and just doesn't notice
things like a bench in the way of getting the chest wrapped well.  RIGHT!

Figuring that this would keep Esteban busy for an hour or two, these
innocent four young teen angels headed for the waterfront. {BUT...here's
where the script left off until the next day, and the camera crew left the
site.}

OOPS! ... No swimsuits!  (BLUSH*) Lots of trees, and no other campers in
the area...except for me, and I made sure I stayed out of sight because I
never interfere with taping shows or back-stage interludes...I'm just the
agent, making sure no contract violations happen away from the
studio. So...

      (Cody): "Hey guys ... skinny-dip OK with all of you?"

      (Rico): "Heck, yeah! No cameras or spectators nearby...so why not!"

      (Max): "Guys...Uh...I don't mind, I guess...but what if we get
caught? Could we end up in Juvi, or at least grabbed by the cops, and being
taken home to our parents?"

      (Zach): "Nah! The only person who could catch us is Esteban...and
hell, he won't turn us in because it'll make him look bad as a leader. We
got him by the balls, as it were!"

      (Rico): "Now that's a mental picture! He is pretty hung, as far as I
can tell!"

      (Cody): "Leave it to you, Rico, to notice that! Guess you Latinos are
all a bunch of `basket' cases!  (All laughing as they strip) Last one in is
a ...a ..."

      (Zach): "Horn Dog Wimp!"  (SPLASH!)

From there, pandemonium broke out as the foursome played wildly together,
dunking each other, wrestling each other, playing underwater tag, and
whatever guys between 13 and almost 16 do with each other when no one's
looking. The only one of the group that didn't get as wild as the others
was Max. He was no party-pooper by any means, but he was a bit shy when it
came to any acts that seemed like grab-ass or anything else possibly
sexy. The others didn't make a big deal of it, but they did notice his
reluctance.

It took about an hour for Esteban to get loose from his bandages and to
locate the boys. He was a bit vocal as to his being upset with their method
of achieving free time, but when he saw them in the water, he hid behind a
huge rock to watch a while before he "put on" his mad face and tore up to
the water's edge...

      "You little blonde peoples...just wait till Carey hears how you
... you always treat me and Moseby the same way, and I am ...Peeeesed! But
you other two...I sure didn't feeeegure you'd join in with these
... these...`hooligans', as Moseby calles' em! Now go get dressed and geet
back to the campsite!"

Rico comes out of the water first, and his six-and-a-half inch flag pole is
at full mast. He saunters past Esteban, wiggling his butt and grinning...

      "As if you weren't hiding back there to see all the water sports,
Esse...think Carey would like to hear about how excited our leader got when
he ... "

      "You wouldn't...not to a fellow Latino Brother...would you? I
mean...uh..I wasn't ... I wouldn't... not with...Dios Mio! My job at the
Tipton, my position as a scout leader...If my room ees to have a bar eeen
eet...I don' wan' it een the window!  Please, Rico...be a pal!"

      "Mum's the word, Esteban my Man...I won't say a word if you don't!"

The rest of the foursome came out of the water, and by now were deflated by
the water's coolness, having just stood waist deep watching the chat
between Rico and Esteban. Cody and Zach went to Rico, and congratulated him
for making sure Esteban was silenced so skillfully...but Max...he went to
Esteban and quietly said...

      "Uh...I'm sorry, Esteban...I don't really think that was very nice of
Rico. I like you as a leader, and I don't wanna treat you bad! I don't
think they do either, but they sort'a got carried away with having
freedom...and..."

      "Little guest person...I appreciate you trying to make excuses for
them...and you I forgive! But the little blond peoples...I weesh it was as
you suggest, but I put up weeth so much from them at the Hotel. But I steel
like them, so I leeve with eet!"

Things seemed a little tense during the cook-out and clean-up of a camp
dinner, but soon, the twins came up to Esteban, who had finally dropped
back out of his character role...and returned to being Adrian again, and
apologized for going beyond the scripted mischief with the bandages...and
that they never told Moises to talk to him in that way. So, by the end of
the evening campfire, a positive atmosphere was restored. Dylan made sure
to go to `Mo' before everyone retired, and suggested that he also speak to
Adrian if the rest of the trip was going to be successful. Moises
disappeared with Adrian for a few minutes, and the two came out from the
woods with Adrian's arm across `Mo's shoulder.

Three tents were set up in a clearing beyond the main filming area...so
when the script called for their use, each would be filmable as a separate
unit. But for now, off-camera, they served as sleeping accommodations to
avoid transporting to and from the studio daily until the episode was
finished. Of course, the boys loved this idea, as it gave them time away
from back-stage school and the boring stay in the Green Room or even the
slight inconvenience of the Rainbow Club sleeping area, where so many other
actors needed to stay quite often. Adrian had his own tent, away from the
kids. Dylan and Cole always shared...it was pure habit for them! So that
left the third tent for the two guest stars...Moises and Jake T.

Naughty me again...I made sure both youth tents were under surveillance,
especially since Adrian needed to be free of responsibility to get his
needed rest. In fact, the entire campsite filming area was covered by
camera to make sure no outsiders came around to get their "star-crazed"
hands on personal items of the kids, or their eyes filled with off-camera
private lives...know what I mean? (Not to mention my own personal benefits
one more time!)

I'll get to the twins' tent a bit later, but I was extremely drawn to the
part of the security tape that covered the guest tent. I knew that Moises
was a horny little shit from other observations...but as far as Jake T.? I
was still willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. Yes, in an earlier
vignette, Moises had given Jake a quick blow job in the restroom of the
Rainbow Club, but from how Jake had reacted in the water today, I figured
that maybe the previous contact was more of a once-in-a life-time
experience, and that he had pulled back into his shell, or made up his mind
that this type of male bonding wasn't for him. But when I checked the tape
in the morning...well...you tell me!

It was a warm night out, so even though each boy had his own sleeping bag
on top of those `egg-carton' rubber mats for comfort, neither boy zipped
his bag shut. Rather, the tops were laid back so that they only covered
from waist downward. And we all know that it's the teen thing to do for a
good macho image...to sleep only in boxers or briefs, especially
camping...and definitely in the heat of summer!

Jake T. didn't realize it, but Moises had been in the tent earlier in the
day, and made sure that the sleeping bags were laid out so that the
zipper-head part of the openings faced each other...side by side... and
that the mats touched edge-wise. It wasn't that suspicious because the tent
wasn't much wider than what was needed for sleeping, and each guy's gear
was on the outer edge of his own bag to avoid getting personal stuff mixed
up. So, when the top of each bag was laid open awaiting entry, and the
pillows were offset slightly, it was not obvious that they were really in
such close proximity.

I think Moises had noticed Jake's reaction at the shoreline as well as did
I, because he made sure that things remained normal for two teen buddies on
a camp-out as they got ready for bed. He made no reference to that first
night of experimentation together. He let Jake do most of the talking, and
acted as if he had no plans to try any additional sexual activity, even
though he remembered saying "just wait till..." at the restroom during that
previous encounter. So, by the time the boys were ready to get some sleep,
Jake was totally relaxed and ready to snooze.

Moises made sure that he let Jake get totally and deeply asleep, rolled
onto his side, facing Jake, and then began to let his hand wander slightly
across to Jake's chest...placing it there gently, and just letting it rest
motionless with his fingers touching Jake's nipple. Jake took in a small
gasp of air, but his sleep wasn't disturbed a bit. His lips were open just
slightly, and the tip of his tongue swiped across the open surfaces...but
nothing more in way of reaction to being touched.

This was a good sign to Moises that he could proceed safely with his
current plan. In a few more moments, his fingers began to carefully fondle
that little hill of slightly darker flesh until it hardened and stood up
above Jake's chest...a small moan came from Jake's mouth, but
still...sleeping; however, with a slight smile across his open lips. Moises
became a little bolder now, and sat up, leaned over Jake's chest...
careful not to let any weight press against it...and licked that
mini-mountain as his hand slowly traveled southward to Jake's abs, which
were still exposed to the open air...where Moises could put his finger into
that cute little "innie" that just seemed to beg for attention.

Jake grunted a couple times, and scooted toward Moises' direction, so
Moises had to retreat a tad to make sure he hadn't done too much too
soon. It didn't take too long to discover that Jake was still deeply
under...but now, Jake's arm had bent at the elbow and flopped next to
Moises' chest and face ... and his right leg had pressed against the
zipped-up part of his own bag, which in turn pressed against Moises' leg
through the material. So Moises decided the next thing he needed to do was
to unzip Jake's bag the rest of the way, so that clear access to fleshly
delight would be more possible. (Yes...Moises' own bag was never zipped in
the first place...!)

"Mo" decided it might be easier, and less noticeable if "J" woke up, if he
returned to being on his back, and let his left hand do the wandering for a
while. He let that hand fall gently back onto Jake's abs, and very slowly
and carefully work its way down to rest on top of the growing mound beneath
the slightly moist cotton covering of Jake's boxers. Moises noticed a
slight push upward into his resting hand from the groin area of his
buddy. He froze in place, and immediately faked being asleep...as if his
hand was there by accident...

      (Sniff...groan...snort...) "Uh...Moises?  You awake?"  (Silence!)
"Uh...Mo?"  (Still silence...and a small snore faked!) " Guess not!"  and
then after a few moments, slight snoring sounds resume from Jake's side of
the tent. It was evident that Jake didn't want to wake his friend just to
get his hand moved. After all, it was there by accident. Moises must have
been dreaming, and not known about it, right?  At least that was what made
Jake decide why it needed to be ignored.

As soon as Moises figured it was safe again to let his fingers do the
walking, he began to lightly caress Jake's now very rigid boy
cock...kneading it lovingly, making ever-so short up and down drags of his
fingers across the most sensitive spots along the stretched tendon under
the rim of the mushroom...all the things he knew felt erotic on his own
prick. Jake's leg began to move again...closer and closer to Moises' own
leg, so that the heat of flesh-to-flesh was becoming more evident as
pleasure entered Jake's dreams.

Now remember, there is only an age difference of eight months between these
two teens, and both guys are close to the same size and build...other than
Moises' dick is about an inch longer, but not much thicker than
Jake's. Body hair development was almost identical...becoming noticeable on
lower legs and in pubes, but not too much anywhere else yet. So as the legs
brushed against each other, the developing follicles made a new sensation
that added to the erotic triggers both boys experienced. It was at this
moment that Jake's hand pressed against Moises' face and lightly caressed
"Mo"s cheek...and a whispered comment was made...

      "MMMMMMMmm, "Mo" ... so you're not asleep! Feels good, Man."

Moises jumped as if he had been hit by a cattle prod and his hand snapped
back to his own tummy instantly...

      "Huh?? Whatcha mean?  I Uh... I was asleep! Something wrong?"

      "Quit trying to lie about it, "Mo"! You weren't sleeping, and neither
was I. Hell, Buddy...ever since that day in the restroom, I've been trying
to explain away my gut feelings. I had second thoughts about trying
anything else. It's been a huge battle in my head. But...now that we're
here...side-by-side...I think I have resolved the situation. I want to try
more...I want you to be the one that shows me."

And immediately, Jake's hand fell onto Moises' boxers in the same way as he
had felt "Mo"s hand do his just a few moments ago. Both boys were now
lovingly toying with each other's hard-on through the cotton barriers that
were gathering large noticeable wet spots...

      "Crap, Jake...why'd you let me go through all that stuff in the first
place, then? I almost jumped out'a my skin when I thought you woke up and I
was in deep shit!"

      "Two reasons, I guess...one, that I was still trying to make up my
mind just how far I wanted to go...and two, it was funny as hell to see you
panic for a change. You're always the hot little fucker in charge of
everything...at least you act that way most of the time."

      "Damn...what do you expect when I work with Mitchell and Jason all
the time, and have to hold my own! It's just not my character as Rico that
gets underestimated all the time! Uh...wait a sec...you said...you just
said...you wanted me to be the one who showed you...you mean that? You
really mean that?"

      "Yeah...I do! You're so much like me in so many ways, except you seem
to be more forward about doing what you think about doing than I am. I hope
that might just rub off on me some!"

      (Snicker...) "Interesting choice of words, Magic Boy... `RUB OFF'...I
like that image! C'mere and lay on top of me and let's get started by doing
just that! Oh yeah, and loose those boxers first! We gotta let `Little
J.A.' and `M.A.Junior' get better acquainted!"

      "Uh...sounds great!, but...I gotta go pee first! All this sneaky
stuff has made me need to take a leak, or I won't be able to handle the
rest. I'll be right back...and then, almost anything goes...OK?"

      "ALLLLRIGGGGHT! Just don't take long...I'm hot as hell for that body
of yours, Jakey!"

Jake left the tent in just his boxers, knowing that everyone else was
probably asleep by this hour...and that the restroom was just a few hundred
yards away from the tent area. But he was wrong. Because, out on the trail
to the head was one other almost naked body running to get relief...Cole!
The two bumped into each other as they scurried toward the lighted
entryway...

      "Dang, Jake...sorry! Didn't see you comin' and I sure didn't mean to
almost knock you down. Didn't hurt'cha did I?"

      "No way, Cole. I'm pretty sturdy." (Giggle*) "Hey, you look pretty
cool in tidy-whities!"

      "That's how I know my stuff from Dylan's! He wears boxers, but I like
how these hold me together. I think they feel sexy! Speaking of
sexy...Dude, how you gonna pee with that thing being so stiff? You and
Moises getting' to be buds?"

      "Uh...Cole...me and `Mo' have been friends since about 2nd
grade...and ...uh...this always happens when I wake up needing to
pee. Speaking of which...I better hurry!"

Both young men went to the long metal urinal, standing not really too
close, but Cole could see that Jake took a rather long time to be able to
release his flow. Cole finished, but somehow couldn't make himself walk
away. He was a bit too hooked on trying to get a good look at Jake's
equipment...and not even noticing his own `six-plus' demonstrating its own
interest. As soon as Jake finished with his mission, he tucked himself back
into his boxers and left the latrine...returning to his tent, and to his
invited position on top of Moises...toe-to –toe and chest-to-chest.

What he didn't know though, was that Cole did not go directly back to his
own tent. That snoopy little blonde `hottie' was way too curious! Instead,
he crept quietly to the side of Jake's tent, and squatted on the ground to
see what he could hear going on inside. And to be honest, he was not
disappointed!

      "Wow, `Mo"...this feel so fine! Your body is so hot...it makes me
sweat to lay here! We almost slide around against each other! It makes my
whole body tingle! (Giggle*)...Our cocks are kind'a wrestling between
us...almost like the tips are kissing. SOOOOOOOooooo FIIIIIIINE!"

      "I can make it even better for ya' Jakey...put your cock between my
thighs, poking underneath my balls as I tighten my legs together...Nice,
huh? Thought you'd like that!...now I'll add this..."

Moises grabbed Jake's head, and pressed the two mouths into a real
kiss...making sure his own tongue opened Jake's mouth and hunted for its
counterpoint until both were in a sensual battle that changed exploration
into a love-seeking share of deep emotion and saliva too. Jake became so
overcome with new thrills that he changed into the aggressor in the task of
building pleasures through bodily contact. Loud moans and coos began to
fill the tent, and of course, Cody was still outside gathering information
on his spy mission.

      "Oh God...'Mo" ... this is so much hotter than that blow job the
other day! I'm gonna blow...any second now..."

      "I'm getting' close too, Jake...lemme put your cock against mine
again, so we can fire off together...right between us, and feel the hot cum
flow between us and warm us clear to our chins! ... yeah...like
that...OOOhhh OOOHHHHhhh...  JAAAAAKKKEYYYY...ALMOOOOOOSTTTTT..."

      "ALLLMOSSSSTTTTT... HEEEELLLLLLLLL...FFFFUUUUUUUUU..."

Grunts and squeals...gasps for air...sizzles of spit between clenched
teeth...all signaled to Cody what was happening for almost two full
minutes, until absolute silence overtook the situation for almost five more
minutes. Then more kissing sounds were heard, and some whispers...

      "Shit, Jake...you're a natural! Wait till I get reloaded, and then I
can teach you all about fucking...man-style!"

      "Uh...'Mo'? I said `almost anything, but ... uh...I don't think I
could ever let a guy plug his dick up my ass. It's not that I'm afraid of
size or pain or nuthin', but...I think I'm more into possibly putting mine
elsewhere instead of getting one inside me...does that make sense?"

       "Oh yeah, Jakey-Babe...it sure does. It means you're a `top' like I
am, and you need someone who will allow you to make them you're girly-boy!
Tell ya the truth, I can do both, but I don't get much out'a receiving,
like some who swing both ways. So, maybe...you'll have to wait to
experience how sweet it is to get your cock deep into a hot tight hole. But
tell you what I will do...Mitchell loves to take Jason...and me too; maybe
I can ask him to do you a favor!"

      "You're kidding...you all three...uh...shit! All this time I thought
I was almost crazy and alone! You mean it doesn't make us all gay or
something? Maybe it's just growin'up and learnin' about our maleness?
Damn...that'd be a relief!"

That was all Cole needed to hear...and he took off to wake Dylan...

      "Hey, Bro...wake up, Dude! We got a job to do tonight!"

      "What the fuck! I was really conked out, Man! What job...why now?"

      "What do ya think about Jake T?"

      "He's a nice kid...and...well, I think he'd be a real hot little
fucker if he ever got the idea that guys were as good as girls for
night-time fun...why"

      "Wanna find out? I mean...I was sort'a spyin' on him and Moises on my
way back from the can...and...(huge grin*)...somehow I think he's ready to
find out exactly what you'd love to teach him along those lines. Dyl, my
Man...he wants to see what it's like to fuck a hot ass...and yours just
might like to be that instructional tool...right now. And you know that I
have fantasized about "Mo" for a while already...so why don't we just...you
know!"

      "Did they invite us, Cole?"

      "They did discuss possible future hopes for `Ass-istance' from Mitch,
and hell...I know we can do a better job being closer to their age and size
than that weenie can. C'mon!"

So, the twins sneak out of their tent, making sure they don't disturb
Esteban's sleep close-by, and head to Jake's tent like two commandos on a
night surveillance. When they arrive at the tent flap, Cole peels it open
very quietly, and the twins stare inside until their eyes get adjusted to
the faint illumination. Jake and Moises are both flat on their backs,
recovering from their huge orgasmic draining, and are not even aware that
they have guests...yet!

Cole points Dylan toward Jake, and takes aim toward Moises
himself. Kneeling almost silently between their individual target's legs,
both twins begin to make things come back to life manually...

      "Oh fuck...what the...", says Moises! Jake is still too far under the
influence of his explosion to react, except for the inflation of his
manhood showing interest in what's happening.

      "Shhhh!. It's Dyl and me...Cole. I heard what you two wanted to plan,
and well...I just decided...why wait for Mitch? And besides, I'm usually
the `top' with Dylan...but honestly, `Mo'...I'd be up to letting you fill
me at least once! I've liked you from a distance ever since you `guested'
on our show the first time! That surprise you?"

      "A little, yeah! But now that I think back...I kind'a caught a hint
or two, or thought so, at least. Sometimes, it's just me wishin' when
nothin' was pitched...so I gotta be careful not to blow my rep with the
ladies!"

Meanwhile, Jake was coming out of his daze, and melting into Dylan's
skillful advances like a Hershey bar in a double-boiler. It seemed like no
time at all until both twins were straddle of their conquest, tantalizing
every spot possibly erotic on the reclining bodies beneath them. Arm pits,
necks, chests...earlobes...thighs...and even feet were turning toned
thirteen-year-olds into jelly...all except of course for the two rock hard
prongs that begged for more attention from the twin team.

Then, as if it was choreographed perfectly, both twins leaned down and took
the other guys' cocks inside a warm mouth...wetting each, and making sure
each was at absolute hardest condition possible, and then ... after the
twins adding saliva to their own rosebuds, those wet swords were aimed
toward their respective target...and each twin squatted slowly until his
buns met pubes, and both Jake and Moises were completely shrouded in the
warmth of tight male `ass'!

Now, for Moises, this wasn't new...but he was still pleased as possible at
the sensation he felt. It was more of a thrill for Cole, since it was his
goal to make better friends with Moises for so long, anyway.  But for
Jake...he was going bonkers! He was on such a `high' from this fantastic
new experience, he almost lost it instantly...  except that Dylan was an
artist in controlling his `topper's' responses.

At least fifteen minutes went by as both twins rode their horses, letting
them build, and then fall back to recoup...over and over...but not letting
them shoot off. Then, as if a stage manager had given the queue...lifted
off those swelling and dripping hot rods, and lay down on their backs,
lifting their own legs so that their knees were aside their ears...and
motioned to Moises and Jake to try a real fuck...on top, facing their new
lovers, and goin' for it as wildly as they desired. Even Jake didn't need
any more training to get into his stride.

I'm sure that if Esteban was awake, he would have heard the entire ruckus
from this foursome's hour of heated confrontation. Moises even got so
involved, he slipped into a flow of Hispanic verbiage that probably would
make a lumberjack blush, as he just about fucked Cole raw. Jake was not as
rough, because he was more interested in making love that just getting off
in a hot fuck...and he realized just how much Dylan wanted to be loved,
too. But still...that couple's sounds of pleasure surely traveled way
beyond the tent walls as well.

But then...as if the conductor had motioned for a huge crescendo in the
score, both couples hit the point of no return simultaneously. I guess the
musical term of climax has more than one meaning, because when all four
guys climaxed at the same time, the sound rose as if the entire forest of
wildlife were raising their voices in triumph all at once. If Esteban slept
through that...he was half dead!

There was no way any of the quartet could move a muscle after the extent of
that last symphonic movement! Moises collapsed on top of Cole, and Jake
melted completely into a pile on top of Dylan, who was floating in ecstasy
beneath his younger conqueror.  For several minutes, noses buried in necks,
and fingers lightly stroking backs were all that moved...until some kissing
began to add to it all.

But then...the tent flap jerked back, and a flashlight seemed to rape the
night air that forced its way across those beautiful teen bodies, sending a
chill deep into all four boys...and I don't mean just one measured in
Fahrenheit!

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End of Part Three