Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2008 16:45:48 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Chasing Rainbows

			     CHASING RAINBOWS
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Panting, James struggled up the hill. The grass was slick with the rain
that had barely stopped.

"Come on, Jimmy, come on!" Duncan was already at the top, pointing. His
large, ample chest was splaying out his shirt front, displaying the proud
pecs above a stack of abs, the wind blowing his shirt like festive
bunting. Above him, the clouds scudded along, tumbling and rippling, their
frenzy shown by the differing shades of gray with wisps of white like
pearls on strings that danced along between the strips of darker clouds.

"I'm climbing fast as I can!" James protested.

"Then climb faster, or you'll miss seeing what there is to see!"

James would have argued more, but his lungs had better uses for his oxygen
than to spend it fighting with Duncan. He gasped the harder, made it to the
crest alongside Duncan.

"Where is it then?" he wanted to know. He looked in the direction of
Duncan's gesture, but there was only the village of Drumnahown, looking
shiny and freshly washed after the rain. Beyond that was only the roads and
fields and glens and beyond that, the hills of central Ireland beneath the
cloud-tossed sky.

"There, can't you see?"

"Do ye mean the rainbow, then?" James marveled. Of course there was a
rainbow, it had just finished raining and the sun coming out behind them,
of course they could see a rainbow.

"Sure and that's what I mean." Duncan said. "Can you not see where it
ends?"

James peered. "Not exactly."

"It points right down to Hathmore's Glen!" Duncan crowed. "Can you not see
that?"

James looked again. It certainly appeared that the rainbow was diving down
into the glen.

"All right, so it does." he agreed. "What then?"

"What then? What then, the man says! And what is you find at the rainbow's
end?"

"A pot of gold?" James ventured timidly.

"Sure and that's what it is!" Duncan pounded James' back as if he'd won the
lottery.

"Are you telling me you believe in the Little People?" James said
dubiously.

"And what good Irishman doesn't?"

"Well...." James had given up on the Little People about the same time as
he started sprouting hairs around his privates. A man had better things to
do when that happened than to sit around and listen to old stories.

"You should have listened as I did." Duncan said. "Now comes the
payment. We know where to find the pot of gold of the Little People."

"But..." James decided not to argue the Little People with a true
believer. "But Hathamore's Glen is a fair-sized wood." he said
instead. "How will we know where to look in the wood for a single pot of
gold?"

"By going down there." Duncan urged him. "Tomorrow will be another day of
rain. All we have to do is be waiting there when the rain is done and the
sun shines again. Then we'll find the end of the rainbow and the pot of
gold!"

"Will we, then?" James said.

"Sure, and I wanted to share it with you, my best friend." Duncan said,
taking James hand in his own. "We'll share the fortune and there'll be
enough for us both. Gold is heavy, after all, I'll need an extra set of
hands to carry it to me home."

"I guess you will."

"Then tell me you'll come by my house on the morrow and we'll set out for
Hathamore's Glen together."

"I'll be there." James promised.

"And be sure of one thing."

"Tell nobody?" James wasn't going to do that!

"Nay. Bring a strong shovel."

"That I'll do."

The rain the next morning started right as predicted. James wondered if
he'd be wiser to forget about Duncan's little expedition to Hathamore's
Glen, but he'd decided to go, and once the folly of this rainbow's chase
showed itself, he'd be the one that Duncan could laugh about it with.

Fetching a good shovel from his tool shed, he donned a mackintosh and with
his shovel on his shoulder, set out for Duncan's house.

Duncan met him on the road. "Come on, the rain won't last another hour at
the most!" he said. "We'll have to hurry."

And Duncan set out with the ground-eating stride that James always had to
struggle to match.

If the rain was stopping, it wasn't doing so any time soon! James slogged
along after Duncan down the road which was mucking up from the rain into a
muddy pit, and to add to the fun, thunder and lightning roared off the
hills around them, a sound very like the trump of doom. And Duncan kept
ahead of James no matter how fast he could move, leaving him trailing along
like a puppy after its newfound master.

James had a lot of time on that walk to realize what an idiot he was. Why
was he tagging along after Duncan on this preposterous chase? He didn't
believe in the Little People any more, no sane man did. He should have told
Duncan to give up this nonsense and leave him be! Why did he even hang
around Duncan anyway? Everyone in the village thought there was something
wrong with Duncan, why didn't James drop him as well? Just because when
Duncan laughed, there was the sound of angels, when Duncan smiled, it was
like sunshine on the darkest day, and when Duncan stood in the wind on the
hill, he was the handsomest man James had ever seen or ever would.

Time to face it, James, he told himself as they approached Hathamore
Glen. You've got the worst case of infatuation there can be, you're like a
giggly schoolgirl at a football game.

"I saw where the rainbow ended last time!" Duncan shouted back at him. "It
was down by the pond! Not far from the oak on the north end!"

And the rain was stopping. With the sun in the western sky now, it was time
for that rainbow.

And the pond was just ahead. Duncan was plunging through the bushes with a
joy de vivre that James could only envy.

"It's just up ahead!" Duncan was calling. "Just up here! Just up...here."

For he was at the pond. And no rainbow was to be seen anywhere about.

"Where is it?" Duncan was demanding. "Where's the rainbow?"

"You can't see a rainbow up close." James said very kindly. "You only see
them when they're far away."

"Sure and that's not what my grandmother said." Duncan demanded. "She
always said you can see the rainbow when you're far away from it, and see
it again when you're right on top of it. But we're right where it ought to
be, so where is it?"

"Duncan..." James put his hand on Duncan's arm. "Duncan, please."

"But it should be here!" Duncan complained. "If the stories aren't true,
then what hope has an Irishman got?"

"Duncan?"

"We've got the land which we can't afford to farm. We've got the factories
which we can't afford to work in. And we've got the Little People, which
give us the hope to keep getting out of bed in the morning to face farming
the land and working in the factories. Without the rainbows and the promise
of a better life they offer, what is left? What's left for an Irishman with
nothing to call his own, living in this world as it is, but for him to
breathe his last breath alone?"

"You're not alone, Duncan." James said to him earnestly. "You've got your
family and you've got your friends and you've got me!"

"I've got nothing!"

"You've got me." James said again, and he grabbed Duncan hard. "If you
didn't have me, you think I'd be standing out in the middle of the forest
on a rainy day with a shovel in my hand, helping you chase after a
rainbow?"

Duncan smiled at that. "Yes, there is that. Why do you listen to me, since
the rainbow has never called to you as it does to me?"

"I've never chased after the rainbow." James said, with a slow smile on his
face. "But I was chasing something just the same."

"And what would that be?" Duncan said, but then he smiled and James knew he
knew the answer without his saying a word more about it.

So instread, he dared step in closer. "So why don't we lay these
mackintoshes of ours on the grass and rest a while before we head back to
the village, then?"

There was only a hint of hesitation before Duncan smiled wider. "Why don't
we?" is what he said.

The mackintoshes made a stiff rustling sound as they were spread on the
ground. Placed on the ground tail-to-tail, they made a rough diamond shape
some seven feet at the longest length and some five feet wide. More than
enough for Duncan to sit down on, resting his back against a tree, and to
let James have the room to kneel down at Duncan's knees. Duncan's pants
were closed by a tie at the waist and some buttons for the fly, these were
easy for James to undo and open the trousers and reach in to bring out the
throbbing Irish manhood to greet the waxing light of day after the rain had
done!

James looked up at Duncan, at the strong man, at the proud man, at the
dreamer. Perhaps that was what made Duncan so enticing to him, this mixture
of down-to-earth body and up-in-the-air mind. How could he not love this,
the body that walked on earth and the mind that walked in the sky?

Then down to the prod now standing proudly erect in his hand. The glans red
with desire, the shaft pulsing underneath his palm, the joy within begging
to be released?

And he bent down and let his tongue taste the tip of that cockhead, the
slit oozed its nectar of maleness for him to savor, the flare passed easily
over his lips and the skin of the shaft beneath warmed to his touch. And as
the length of it slid into him, James heard the soft crooning sigh of
Duncan above him, the smooth velvet feel of the shaft as his mouth
enveloped it, and then the glans touched the back of his throat and with a
push by James, slid further down still.

Duncan groaned as James held the length of his cock within his mouth, and
when James began to release that length, Duncan groaned yet again.

"Ahh, ahh, sure and you have been chasing something you wanted full as much
as me." Duncan sighed when James held again only the glans upon his
tongue. "But you could at least see what it was you wanted. And if you were
chasing, at least you could see what it was you wanted to catch. What have
I chased all this time but the hopes of a better life than that which I
already have."

James had begun to again take Duncan's cock into his mouth for the second
stroke, but he halted, brought it up again only a third of the way done,
released the cock so he could speak. "And what do you think I was chasing
but a better life than I had, which was a life without you in it?"

"So it was we both were chasing, me after the rainbow and you after me, was
it?" Duncan said. "And now that you have the catching of me, what are your
plans for the riches you have gathered?"

"Much the same as yours would be, to enjoy it and keep it with me as long
as I can." James smiled. "And to take it out and make sure it's real every
single day of my life."

And James returned to his work on Duncan's prong, and Duncan sighed and let
his friend enjoy his prize. James plied his mouth over Duncan until the
entire manly shaft was coated with a thick grease of his saliva, and then
he said, "And now if you don't mind, I'll be a burying my treasure for a
time." And with his standing up and his hands at his trouser, Duncan only
smiled the more.

With his shoes off and his pants as well, James was able to straddle his
rainbow-chasing friend and as his body contacted the spit-sheathed schlong,
James groaned, "Ah, there's my pot of gold at last. I've got it now and
I'll never let it go."

"If you ever tried, I'd be the one chasing you to put it back again."
Duncan gasped. "I'm not a leprechaun that clamored to be free once I'm
caught, I'll hang on tight to you and never let you go instead."

"Then it's holding each other we'll be doing." James said as his body
slowly slid the thick pud into his ass, feeling the massive flesh pushing
him open wider, and wider, deeper and deeper.

Duncan closed his eyes and he crooned as his cock was swallowed by James'
bowels. James began to bounce up and down on Duncan's lap, sending the huge
pud into him and feeling the thick shaft sliding across his prostate as he
did it, and James grunted and began to bounce harder, he had the mastery of
it now, this throbbing organ couldn't hurt him any more, he could ride his
friend's dong and give joy and have it paid to him in return. Yes, this was
the only treasure worth capturing in this world, he could have these riches
every day of his life, and never a robber would come in and take it all
from him, nor would some grasping English landlord come and claim it for
his own instead.

"Yes, this is my treasure." James whispered as his passion grew within
him. "This is what I chased, this is my winnings at the game. I could never
ask more than that of any creature, man or not, mortal or not, this is my
pot of gold."

"Yes, you found your rainbow's end." Duncan sighed, his eyes still closed,
and then he opened them, smiling at first into James' eyes, and then above
him. "Dearest Heaven, the rainbow!"

"Yes, my rainbow's end." James moaned as he thrust himself up and down the
harder.

"No, I mean..." Duncan grunted, gasped, continued, "The rainbow, it's here,
right above us!"

"Yes, we're here, we got the rainbow." James groaned. His cock was about to
explode, his hand grasped and pumped it furiously. He would join Duncan in
his delight.

"I mean...no...Ah, Mary and the Saints, I mean, the rainbow is here, above
us. The end must be near, very near."

"It is near, it is, it is!" James guttered. "Here it
is...right...uhh!...now! GUH-HUHHH!"

And his cock sprayed Duncan's chest with his jizz, hot creamy splats landed
all over Duncan.

"Oh, God, the rainbow! But you! The rainbow! Oh, oh, the rainbow, the
RAINBOW-OH-OHOH-OHHH!" Duncan writhed under James as James own ecstatic
flinging of joy-juice sputtered and failed. And as James finished with his,
Duncan howled and his cock rammed upwards into James, and Duncan creamed,
hot waves of jism pumped into James' ass, and Duncan underneath, his breath
gone, he could only gasp and whisper parts of words,
"the...rai...rain...rai...bow...oh!...oh! Rainbow! Oh! Oh!"

And Duncan was done, his climax completed, and James lay himself down over
Duncan and he kissed that warm mouth.

For his part, Duncan was groaning in a mixture James recognized at last as
passion and dismay. Passion he understood...but not the miserable moans he
now heard. "Oh, no, oh, no, no, no!"

"What is it, Duncan?" he asked, sitting back up and then standing, and
Duncan clambered out from under him, and onto his feet, stuffing his prick
back into his pants in an urgent frenzy.

"The rainbow! It was here." Duncan said. "It's gone now, but for a short
time, less than a minute, it was right overhead and it shone with its end
very near, very near!" Duncan looked about, first at the sky to remember,
then at the ground to see. "Over there. Not very far over there. That was
where the rainbow ended!"

"Duncan." James said and put his hand on Duncan's arm again.

"No! It was here! Right here!"

"You were seeing things." James said again, kindly as he could. "You can't
see rainbows up close, not ever. You have to stop driving yourself like
this. Please, Duncan, please!"

"But it was here!"

"All right." James gave up. "It was here. Next time it rains, we can come
back out here and see if we can find it. All right?"

Duncan cast a despairing eye at the clouds. "The rain is ending. Only blue
skies over to the west now."

"It'll rain again. There'll be other rainbows."

"But the Little People may move it on us." Duncan said. "We got too
close. They'll know, and move it."

"Then we'll find it again." James said. "You and me, together, I promise."

"You'll chase rainbows with me still?" Duncan said. "Even now that you
don't have to?"

James grinned. "It's fun doing anything with you. Even chasing rainbows."

Duncan laughed at that. "All right. We'll get that pot of gold yet. Let's
get home and get dried off and get some lunch in ourselves. We've been out
here for hours now."

James dressed and the two men left the glade. After they were gone, from
behind the bushes nearby, a small voice said, "That was much too close, it
was!"

"Sure and I thought we'd lost it this time for sure." a second small voice
agreed.

"Where shall we move it this time?"

"Someplace they can't stand on a hill and see the end of the rainbow,
that's where!"

"And where in Ireland would that be?"

"As long as Irishmen chase rainbows, we'll have to search until we can find
such a place. Come on, let's get our pot of gold and get out of here."

And except for the sound of (very tiny) shovels, quiet returned to the glen
once more.

				  THE END
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