By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)
© BJB Conglomerated Media
This story is fictitious and takes place in a fantastic realm where inconvenient physical, biological, medical, legal, and moral strictures don't exist. It is intended only for the entertainment of those who are legally permitted to access and read it.
The author does not promote or condone unsafe, coercive, or illegal activities. The author promotes and condones love, joy, and imagination.
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Life at Warren Hill
Tim Swann, fourteen, Bunny Tarnow, fifteen, and Tim's fiancé and Hulstlander's assistant wrestling coach, Marcus Robinson, twenty-nine, met on the lawn in from of Warren Hill's main house at six-forty in the morning. They managed to get ready five minutes before their target departure time.
"I've never done this before," Marcus said with some hesitation in his voice.
"You've never run five miles before?" Bunny laughed. "I guess you must spend all your time pushing plates and ignoring your cardio."
"Not that," Marcus replied. I run a lot. "But I have never run five miles naked. At least, not outside the school or gym grounds. Do you really run out in the open like this every day?"
"We sure do," Bunny boasted. "I started as soon as we moved in. I found that the city – or county, or whoever – had built a nice soft running path along Garner's Ferry Road. We swing around the Richland High School, then just head out on the path. It's really nice and comfortable other than the driveways and crossroads."
Tim laughed, causing the others to look at him to figure out what was so funny.
"The city didn't build that path, Bunny. We did. Well, Edgar and his grounds crew built it. Once we verified that you were going to be attending Hulstlander, Bruno told Edgar to do what he needed to make a nice running path. Apparently, we leased some of the rights of way, and bought some of it," Tim explained.
"Oh," Bunny said with a chuckle. "That makes sense. I was wondering why I didn't see similar trails at other places. Maybe we should look into building a network of trails so that we can run cross-country long-distance races on them?"
Marcus shook his head. "It's still weird to me. I guess I'm slow to catch up with the acceptance of public nudity. I mean, we've had gym in the nude at Hulstlander since I was in second grade twenty years ago. But, we would never have thought to stray outside while nude, or even to go anywhere in the school other than the gym unless we were dressed. Are you sure this is okay? What if I get an erection?"
The three guys were making their way across the lawns to a side gate tucked away in the thickly-planted berm at the edge of Warren Hill's property. Tim unlocked it with his thumbprint, and the three found themselves on Rabbit Run, several hundred feet up from the main gate.
"It's perfectly fine," Bunny said encouragingly. "I've yet to have a problem, and hundreds of people have seen me running along the road. Sometimes I get a whistle or a toot of a car horn, but they're almost always accompanied by a smile and a thumbs up. People are getting used to seeing us Natural Boys out in the wild, I suppose.
"As far as erections go, you probably will be too busy running to get much of an erection, but if you do, it's part of the ethos of the Natural Boys. Erections are natural. Sex is natural. Repression is unnatural."
The trio started running at a moderate pace: they had already done a gym workout this morning and were pretty well warmed up. They took Rabbit Run behind the public high school's athletic fields.
It was a typically muggy early August morning in South Carolina. A few guys were already doing warmups on the football field in preparation for their two-a-day practices, and a few others were running on the track on the perimeter of the field.
"Whoo-hoo! Run naked, run free!" The call came from someone on the field. Other guys laughed and clapped. Bunny ran pumping his fists in the air as a return greeting. He looked over to see that two of the guys on the field, and one of the guys on the track were also naked.
It occurred to Bunny only then that, even though they were five hundred feet away, he could tell plainly that one of the guys had trimmed pubic hair, while another had none at all. When did Tuer Shen give him such outstanding visual acuity?
The naked runner on the track began to sprint towards them. "Where are you guys going? Do you think I could run with you?"
Tim called back, "We're heading to the National Guard Base. It's about five miles. You wanna come with?"
The visitor was closing in on them. He was quite thin – almost scrawny – even for a runner. But he was apparently in good shape and ran with textbook form.
He had already worked up a thin sheen of sweat on his light African American skin. His four-inch flaccid cock bounced off his thighs as he ran. He joined the group and shared quick fistbumps with all three guys.
"Thanks, guys. That'll be ten miles there and back. I'm training for a half marathon, so that will work nicely," He said, showing little signs of heavy breathing. "I'm Cordell. You can call me Cord."
The now-foursome made a quick round of introductions. Cordell, like most people, had to ask Bunny about his name. He accepted the explanation about honoring Tuer Shen as well as gay people who are disparaged with the slur of being called "rabbits" or "bunnies" in Chinese. There were no followup questions.
"I've never had the balls to run naked in public like this," Cord offered. "I was just planning to keep going round that fucking track eighty times. This is cool. Thanks."
"We're about to pick up the pace to a four-twenty mile. Is that good with you," Bunny asked.
"That's a bit faster than I usually go, but we'll find out. If I fall behind, don't slow down for me," Cord said with a smile.
Bunny found Cord's wide smile very cute. Cord's hair was in a flat top, with the sides shaved bare. He was a few inches shorter than Bunny.
Cord wasn't actually naked: he wore a pair of black Xero shoes. They were ultralight and just enough to protect his soles from stones or rough patches. The other three were completely naked, having gotten enough callouses on their feet to run comfortably without protection. Marcus picked up his callouses running on Hulstlander's track.
Carl, the grooming valet, looked after their feet to make sure they were beautiful as well as healthy.
Bunny had quiet assurance from the ever-present Rabbit God that his new friend would have the stamina he needed to keep up.
"I have to warn you, Cord," Bunny continued, "We usually stop at the guardhouse at the base for a drink and to chat with the morning guards. If you want to get a continuous run in, you'll have to leave us behind. After we visit, we're heading to Hulstlander for clinics. Tim and I are going to be sophomores. Marcus is an assistant wrestling coach as his side hustle."
"You guys are hussies?" Cord asked.
"Hussies?"
"Yeah, that's what us poor folk call you preppy Hulstlander types," Cord explained.
Bunny laughed. "Should I be insulted?"
"Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent," Cord declaimed as if quoting something. He began to breathe a bit heavier now, but still not huffing and puffing.
"I like that," Marcus chimed in. "Is that a quote from someone?"
"Yeah, supposedly Eleanor Roosevelt. She was a First Lady way back in olden times," Cord explained. "It's actually a reworked quote from something she said in nineteen thirty-five. But it's the same gist."
"Well, I still like it," Marcus reiterated.
"If wrestling is your side hustle, what's your main gig," Cord asked Marcus.
"I'm the lead labor attorney for a firm downtown. They allow me to block out several hours per week to volunteer at Hulstlander," Marcus explained.
Cord tried not to show how impressed he was that the dark and handsome man was beautifully fit, handsome as the devil, an accomplished athlete, as well as, apparently, an accomplished professional.
The road was getting busier, and the naked foursome received a few beeps and whistles. Bunny smiled when he recognized one of the men who rolled down his window to whistle at them. He had done it several times before. He always wore a broad smile and laughed when the guys acknowledged him. Today was no different.
Bunny arranged himself so that he was running next to Cord, with Cord to his right, on the street side. Marcus and Tim were in single file behind them. Cord didn't appear to be having any issues keeping up.
Bunny turned to his new friend. "Are you poor?"
Cord looked taken aback for just a moment. "You're rather direct, aren't you?"
Bunny laughed. "When you spend your life naked, you realize there's no use trying to hide things."
"You're always naked?"
"Yup."
"That's cool."
"Thanks," Bunny said.
"Yes."
Bunny looked at Cord. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, I'm poor. Not like, poor, poor, but I get a discount lunch at school, if that helps you understand. Why do you want to know?"
"Do you think that being poor would keep you from being able to attend Hulstlander, if that's what you want to do," Bunny asked.
"Duh. Fuck. That place costs more than my mom and dad's combined salaries for a year," Cord said with a bit of an edge to his voice. "Plus, they have two kids in college. They're both in state schools, but still."
"Thanks for saying that. See Marcus back there? Tim's fiancé? My dad convinced him and his mom to be part of a new diversity and inclusion program at Hulstlander. We just moved from Pennsylvania, and my dad really likes the school, but he was disappointed that there were so few black and brown kids there. They're starting a new recruiting campaign to get minority students, staff, and faculty. It would be free. Would you wanna do that?"
Cord scoffed. "Is your dad black?"
"No."
"Brown?"
"No."
"White?"
"Yes."
"Rich?"
"Yes."
Cord laughed. "A limousine liberal, huh? So, this is a feel-good project for him?"
"Maybe, in part," Bunny conceded. "But he did tell principal Graaf that he didn't think Hulstlander could ever fulfill its mission to shape world leaders if it doesn't look more like the world around it. That goes for the faculty too."
"Your dad must be super rich," Cord said.
"Yeah, he is. He won close to a couple hundred million in the lottery, and then came into more money recently. But money isn't the solution to the problem, although it can be an important tool. We need people to help change attitudes. I think a lot of us rich white people don't even know there is a problem."
"You got that right."
"Cord!" Bunny had an inspiration. He began running with his arms in the air again. "Cord, you need to be on the diversity advisory board!"
"What? I don't know the first thing about Hulstlander. I don't go there. Why would they want to listen to me, I'm only fifteen," Cord asked
Bunny laughed. "You just answered your own questions. You are an outsider with a fresh point of view. You aren't constrained by Hulstlander traditions. You're obviously smart – and cute – and I don't think you would be easily intimidated. You know what other schools are like, for better and worse."
"Huh," was all Cord could think to say.
"What does your dad do," Bunny asked.
"He's a librarian at Richland Library Southeast branch. Why?"
"He should be on the board too," Bunny declared. "We should get together."
"Wait. Go back," Cord yelled. "Did you say Marcus is Tim's fiancé?"
Tim laughed. "Took you a while, didn't it? We got engaged last night. My dad and two uncles too. Marky is going to marry all four of us!"
"Wow. That's cool! Congratulations," Cord replied.
The group was getting close to the National Guard base. They were all dripping with sweat, but all felt an extra boost of stamina this morning. None had an erection, but they were four extremely fit young men running naked along a busy six-lane road.
"Stop changing the subject," Bunny admonished jokingly. "You and your dad need to be on our board. What kind of flowers does your dad like? I want to bring him some nice flowers when I come to your house."
"I don't know. I don't think he likes flowers. He likes Jimmi Hendrix, Wassily Kandinsky, and Maya Angelou," Cord said.
"We're here," Bunny announced. "Are you going to stop with us, or keep going?"
Cord took a few moments to decide as the group stood on display to the increasing number of morning commuters. "I'm going to stop. This has been a weird morning already, I might as well have a weird workout. Besides, I'm curious."
"Cool," Bunny said. "I'm glad. I think the guys will like you as much as I do."
"You like me?"
"Of course I like you," Bunny said. "I didn't push you into traffic, did I?"
"Shit. That went dark real fast," Cord laughed.
Bunny put his right arm over Cord's shoulders as they waited to cross the three westbound lanes of traffic. They waited again in the median until the light turned so they could cross the eastbound lanes before making their way onto the base.
Cars in both directions celebrated the four Natural Boys with toots and whoops. Bunny began to get an erection, having his exhibitionistic tendencies triggered. Cord noticed and began to have a sympathetic erection.
Tim and Marcus were holding hands, exchanging short, playful kisses. They both had semihard cocks, standing out about nine inches as they waited for traffic to come to a stop.
Bunny noticed his new friend's erection and moved his hand to rub his small tight ass. Bunny allowed himself to sprout a full eleven-inch pole pointing straight up. Cord's penis was a beautiful hard eight inches. His sparse foreskin was behind his ridge, so his head was completely exposed.
"Careful back there," Cord warned. "I'm still a little tender. My two older brothers had a little party last night before they start back to college. They had a few friends over. I lost count after then tenth time I got fucked. It was a good party!"
"Sounds like a nice night. I think I have a way to help you recover faster, if you're interested," Bunny offered.
"Let me guess, it involves your cock inside my ass," Cord laughed.
"It could. Or your mouth. It doesn't matter. I'm not kidding."
"Hey, there's dad," Tim exclaimed.
"Where? I don't see Russ anywhere," Bunny asked while scanning the traffic as it slowed for the amber traffic light.
"Oh, sorry. Not my dad," Tim clarified, "my diving DAD: David Alejandro Diego, our head diving coach. He's in that silver-grey 1987 Alfa Romeo Spider Quadrifoglio Verde three back in line in the center lane.
"I would never have known anything about the car, except that my dad couldn't pick me up one time last year, so Coach Diego brought me home in it. I thought my dad was going to jizz when he saw that car. He went on and on and on. Coach agreed to give my dad the right of first refusal if he ever decides to sell it."
The light changed, and Bunny squeezed Cord's ass to get him moving. The four bobbing rods caused many smiles, and a few head shakes as they crossed in front of the waiting traffic. Tim tried to get his coach's attention without success.
They stopped at the guardhouse and visitor's center a couple hundred feet inside the gate. The air conditioning shocked their sweaty bodies as they entered, raising gooseflesh on all of them.
"Tim! Bunny! Good morning! It looks like your posse is growing. Good for you! You guys must be having a good morning if your cocks are any indication!" A very cheerful and enthusiastic Airman Lamar Jackson bounded over to greet them, removing his Guard cap as he did so. The nineteen-year-old's auburn short-cropped hair didn't budge an inch. Lamar's slightly ruddy face was beaming with welcome and joviality.
His guard partner, Horacio Mendoza, a seventeen-year-old Air National Guard newbie, turned to see what was going on. His thick, round eyebrows shot up. "Cord! What are you doing here?"
The younger Guardsman rushed over to wrap the sweaty, naked, and hard fifteen-year-old in his arms, and to cover Cord's adorable full lips with his own round pillow lips. The others were sipping water offered by Lamar.
After several moments of passionate kissing, Ray Mendoza broke the kiss but left his hands firmly planted on Cord's cute ass.
"I didn't think you would be up running this morning after the night we had last night. I'm barely able to stand. You were a trooper," Ray praised Cord. "Even your dad went to bed while you were still getting some loving, and I've never known him not to be the last one in your ass during a party. How many loads did you get last night?"
Cord's adorable smile lit up his face. He was obviously enamored with Ray. "I don't know. I stopped counting at ten."
"Ten? Shit, I stopped counting at eighteen," Ray retorted. "Your dad was hoping to give you blackjack, but I think you hit twenty-one before he got his cock in you for the last time. I'm guessing you almost broke your record of thirty."
Cordell laughed. "I probably could have broken it, too, if only my stupid brothers had more friends. Or better friends. Besides you, of course. You're the best. You gave me three good loads last night. You did your part. A lot of the guys gave me only one or two."
Cord kissed Ray this time. They broke apart so that Cord could also drink some water. Then they kissed again. This kiss lasted even longer.
A door opened and closed down a short hallway, and footsteps were heard approaching. "What is going on here?" A deep, assured voiced asked.
All eyes turned to Master Sergeant Blaine Howard, supervisor of the gate guards and base security. The thirty-eight-year-old man stood stiff, his five-foot-eleven-inch frame looking authoritative. He wasn't heavily muscled, but his chest, shoulders, and arms were well-developed.
Blaine looked Ray in the eye. "Are you supposed to be spending your time kissing random Natural Boys who happen upon the grounds, even if they are cute as a button?"
"Sir, part of our duty is to welcome guests and give them a good impression of life on the Guard base, sir," Ray answered officiously.
Blaine didn't change his hard stare. "Well, in that case, I guess I should welcome these visitors too, shouldn't I?"
"Sir, yes, sir," Ray snapped.
Blaine walked up to Tim with a heavy step and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Welcome to McEntire Joint Base, son." He then kissed Tim firmly, pushing his tongue into the surprised fourteen-year-old's mouth.
After just a few seconds, Blaine moved on to Marcus, repeating the same procedure, then to Cordell, then to Bunny. Bunny, of course, returned the kiss and the firm embrace. They continued kissing longer than the previous three kisses combined.
When they finally separated, Blaine looked at Bunny's impressively muscular body and his firm eleven-inch erection. "Mmmm."
Bunny stood at attention, happy to be ogled. "Thank you, sir, I feel very welcome on the base, thanks to Airmen Jackson, Mendoza, and yourself."
Blaine could not hold out any longer. He broke into a smile and a laugh. "Bunny and Tim! You are looking extra fine this morning. Could it be because of these two superb black men you've brought with you?"
Introductions were made, with explanations about how they had just met Cordell this morning, and included him in the group because he was insecure running naked in public by himself. Tim announced that he and Marcus were now engaged. They showed their multimillion-dollar engagement bands to the three Guardsmen before another round of congratulatory kisses.
When Tim told the men that Marcus is also engaged to the identical triplets who are his father and two uncles, Blaine shook his head.
"Good luck to you, sir," he offered to Marcus. "I have one husband and one wife. I can't keep up with them sometimes. I can't imagine having four husbands.
"I remember when we filled out the marriage license, and I saw that there was room for up to ninety-nine spouses, I thought `Damn, that would kill someone,'" Blaine shook his head while laughing.
"But, sir, what a way to die," Ray replied.
The four visitors and three Guardsmen shared a laugh and more affable conversation. All but Bunny lost their erections. It quickly came time for the visitors to move on.
Lamar looked at Bunny. "Are you going to hurt yourself running with that thing set to go off?"
"I have to go only another mile and a half to get to school. It will be fine," Bunny answered.
"If you're sure. Or ... I could quick suck you off, if it would help," Lamar added with a wink.
"You're very generous, Lem. I think it might be worth a try," Bunny said. He moved over to a nearby old-style gunmetal grey desk and sat on the edge, leaning back on his elbows. The impressive organ bobbed on his abdomen. He spread his legs to make it easier for someone to get to his balls, should anyone so desire.
Lamar was on him in milliseconds. The others gathered round to watch and caress Bunny's body to help him orgasm more quickly. Tim was playing with Bunny's nipples, which stood at stricter attention than Blaine did when they first met.
Bunny wasn't concerned about being late since he knew Tuer Shen would "manage" the time for them.
Marcus casually stroked Bunny's thigh and tickled his scrotum as he turned to their new friend. "Cord, come with us to Hulstlander and check it out. There's a track and field clinic today at eight o'clock. I'll introduce you to the coaches and Principal Graaf. You can see if you might be interested in attending. I'm sure we can find you a slot."
Cord laughed. "You're going to find me a `slot,' are you?"
"As many slots as you can handle," Marcus joined in the joke.
"What if I prefer to be the slot for others?" Cord asked.
Marcus smiled and kissed him briefly. "There are eight hundred boys at Hulstlander and more than one hundred fifty faculty. We will find someone to fill your slot at every moment of every day."
"You make it sound very tempting," Cord admitted.
Horacio's face began to flush. "I gotta get in there." He turned to his commander. "Sir, permission to remove my uniform, sir."
Blaine nodded with a knowing smile. He remembered what it was like to be seventeen and constantly horny.
Ray was naked in the blink of an eye. The men all admired the slender youth's taught caramel skin. He had no tan lines on his five-foot-nine-inch frame. He had wisps of black hair on his legs and underarms, but none on his torso or pubis. His seven-inch and quite thick cock was already soaked with precum.
Bunny scooted back on the desk, while Lamar walked alongside the desk to keep his mouth on the delicious cock.
Marcus and Blaine held Bunny's legs up as Ray walked over to the desk. He had to bend his knees only slightly to get to the proper height to approach Bunny's hole.
"Give it to me, Ray," Bunny panted. He had taken cocks almost twice Ray's size, so he had no concerns about being able to accommodate it.
Ray plunged in and began to bunny-fuck Bunny. Bunny used his superb muscle control to give Ray an unforgettable fuck. The poor boy had no staying power, which was a shame because Bunny was impressed with his technique. The guys also enjoyed watching Ray's comparatively fleshy ass contract and relax with every rapid thrust.
The combination of Lamar on his cock and Ray in his ass caused Bunny to breathe heavily. He didn't try to delay his release: everyone knew this was to be a pump and dump event.
Bunny groaned, and the guys could see Lamar's cheeks bulging with Bunny's precious spunk. He pulled off to swallow. He felt the effects spread through his body.
Bunny grabbed Cord's arm. "Get on. It will be good for you," He said as he ejaculated twice more all over his face and chest.
Cord jumped up on the desk and squatted over Bunny's cock, rapidly inserting the first three or four inches into his ass as the admirable cock fired off another volley. His lovely brown seven-inch erection was pointed straight out.
Ray very kindly grabbed Cord's hips to assist as he kept throwing his fuck into Bunny's ass. Cord was surprised that there was no stinging from his much-used anus. Before he knew it, he was riding the full length of Bunny's eleven-inch joystick, rising almost completely off it before plunging down.
He took seven shots of Bunny cum into his ass. He was amazed at the feeling. It felt similar to the refreshment of the cool water he drank earlier, spreading throughout his body. Only, instead of refreshment, he felt a surge of power and happiness spread through his body, literally from his head to his toes.
Bunny's new friend quickly achieved Nirvana. The two made only the most tentative of cosmic connections. There would be opportunities to bring Cord into the Garden of Western Wind at some other time. Bunny also cosmically grazed Ray's psyche with encouragement and thanks for the good feelings.
Five healthy spurts of Cordell's special sauce painted Bunny's face as he continued to fill Cord with his even more special sauce.
Tim and Marcus decided to join the fun and had quickly jacked themselves to orgasm, spraying all over Bunny's chest and Cord's cock.
Bunny could see that Tuer Shen was working through him to bring another two boys into the fold. He could have kept shooting for hours but willed his orgasm to subside after two more shots. They had places to go, after all, even though Tuer Shen would give them whatever time they needed.
Ray stood, with his seven deflating inches loathe to leave the magical confines of Bunny's rectum. He slowly regained his sense of place as he backed away.
Lamar attacked Ray's cock to get a taste of his cum and Bunny's ass.
Then Lamar, Horacio, and Blaine kindly cleaned the cum off Bunny's face and body. They, too, felt an inexplicable rush of vitality in them, but none wanted to admit it to the others for fear of being ridiculed.
Cord dismounted, and Bunny stood up, his erection only partially deflated. Marcus took Cord into his mouth to clean him, taking care not to overstimulate the sensitive cock.
Blaine bent down to suck another glob of sparkling cum from Bunny's cock, realizing only after wrapping his lips around it that he would be tasting Cord's ass too. He was surprised by how good the combination tasted. It was at least as good as his wife's pussy after both he and his husband dropped their loads in her.
Bunny managed to deflate his cock, lest they be late arriving at school. A quick round of goodbye kisses and promises of returning ensued.
It was only when the group broke up that they noticed they had company. Two ruggedly handsome twenty-something men stood with smiles on their faces staring at the five naked and two uniformed men. They were similar enough in appearance that they had to be brothers. They looked as if they had a three or four-year age difference. They were young muscle daddies who were too young to be actual daddies.
Ray smiled at them as he approached the duo, unfazed that the men were scanning his seventeen-year-old naked body. They were wearing little more than his nothing, looking as if they had just come from a leather bar.
Bunny had a feeling he would be asking for another "timeout" from the Rabbit God.
The brother on the left stood about five-foot-ten and had straight blonde hair cut very short, dazzling green eyes, and a few freckles scattered on his face.
The one on the right was a little over six feet and had twenty pounds of pure muscle on his brother. His head was shaved, but he had a close-cropped goatee. His eyes were grey-green. His jaw was more square, but his lips were fuller and looked "cute," in a muscle daddy kind of way.
Both brothers had closely trimmed dirty blond hair evenly distributed on their bodies, and both wore 665 brand harnesses.
The shorter brother, who was more thickset, wore a Bulldog harness made of one-and-one-half-inch-wide studded black leather straps. There was one strap over each shoulder connected with circular rings to other straps that wrapped around under his arms, across his chest above the plates of his tits, and around to the back where there were two more rings at each shoulder blade. He had attached eighteen-inch-long, half-inch wide chrome link chains to the rings in front, the other ends terminated with a thumbscrew nipple clamp pinching the tit on the opposite side, so the chains hung in overlapping loops.
He was otherwise naked.
The taller brother was more dressed, wearing a neoprene 665 Tek harness. It was a similar design to his brother's, but it had two more rings under each armpit where two other straps were attached, which followed his pronounced Adonis ridge on either side down to a thick black cockring. His nipples were pierced, sporting thick stainless steel horseshoes.
He was otherwise naked.
Both brothers sported identical eight-inch erections hanging below horizontal at about sixty degrees. Both had some foreskin scantly covering the ridges of their coronas.
From Ray's reaction, one would have thought that such visitors were a perfectly ordinary occurrence. He wore a welcoming smile as he came to a stop only three feet in front of the mostly-naked leather studs.
"Good morning, gentlemen. Welcome to McEntire Joint Base. I am Airman Horacio Mendoza, a greeter and guard. Please pardon my being out of uniform at the moment."
The others – including supervising officer, Master Sergeant Blaine Howard – stood back, smirking at the nonchalance of the cute young airman. The two visitors were smiling slyly as they looked from each other back to Ray, then around to the buffet of tempting man-flesh before them.
"Hi. We apologize if we interrupted something, but we have an appointment to pick up our brother at eight o'clock," the shorter brother began in a medium timbre voice that sounded much less menacing than he looked. "We don't know where we are supposed to go. Do you think you can help us, please?"
"I will certainly do my best to assist you in whatever way I am able. If you have an appointment set up, you should be on our visitor's list. Let me quick log in to check," Ray offered.
He turned to pick up his phone rather than logging into the desktop computer nearby. Blaine saw through his plan and stifled a laugh. The naked airman tapped and swiped on his phone several times until he got to the screen he wanted.
The other observers all experienced degrees of tumescence from gazing on these incredible men.
"Now, let's see if we can find you on today's visitor's list," Ray offered cheerily. "The lighting is terrible in here. I don't know if you can read my screen. Gather closer and tell me if I'm spelling everything correctly. Now, I'll need the name of your brother," Ray advised the men.
They stood on either side of him, leaning their bare, mounded shoulders into his smooth shoulders. The brother who spoke put his hand on Ray's back in an authoritative manner as he leaned against him. Bingo.
Ray turned his face toward him with a welcoming smile and looked into his eyes from only six inches away. "So, what's your brother's name?"
"Robert Mercer."
Ray typed and then asked the brothers to verify what he entered. They leaned even closer, putting their heads together. The taller brother went to place his hand on Ray's back too. When he encountered his brother's hand, he moved his until his larger hand was resting on the smooth caramel skin of Ray's hip.
"Oh, according to this, you're not supposed to meet Airman Mercer until nine o'clock, and his status is currently off-base," Ray said with a pout in his voice.
Ray turned his body to face the shorter brother, causing the taller brother's hand to move from his hip to his lower abdomen, his fingertips separating to come to rest on either side of the root of Ray's dick. He didn't betray any hesitation in touching Ray's cock.
He acted like a man who had the right to touch the seventeen-year-old anywhere and in any way he desired. Ray acted as if he agreed with that assessment, cheerfully offering his body for their amusement. The taller Mercer brother began to undulate his fingers, causing Ray's cock to wag back and forth as it plumped. Then he tickled Ray's pubic bone before returning his fingers to the base of Ray's growing cock to play with it more.
The alpha male staked his claim to Ray, who reveled in his submission to the studly man.
"I am sorry that visitors can't be on the base unchaperoned," Ray continued. "You can wait here, if you'd like, or come back later. We're happy to let you wait."
The shorter brother turned to Ray and dragged his cock over Ray's hip and belly. He brought his cock to rest on top of Ray's. His brother kindly wrapped his large hand around both men's erections and began a casual massage. No words or looks were exchanged between the brothers. They didn't need them to communicate.
The shorter brother put a hand on Ray's shoulder and pulled him closer. "Do you mind if I look at that again," he asked, glancing toward Ray's phone.
Ray showed him the phone. He took Ray's hand in his so he could maneuver the device for a better viewing angle. He examined it for several seconds. While doing so, he moved his other hand to Ray's face. He stroked Ray's soft, plump lips with his thumb. Ray opened his mouth, knowing instinctively that the Mercer brother wanted him to suck on his thumb and show it a good time.
The smaller alpha male didn't even seem to be aware that he was pumping his thumb in and out of Ray's mouth. Soon his thumb was replaced by three fingers. He was petting Ray's tongue and pushed his fingers far back into Ray's mouth.
The Puerto Rican teenager could not be made to gag. He didn't even look tentative or uncomfortable. Ray had obviously played this game before and enjoyed it.
Ray's tongue danced around the fingers: he knew they were in his mouth for more than just amusement.
Three wet fingers exited his mouth. He leaned forward to rest his face on the man's chest between the hanging chains. That caused Ray to stick his ass out a bit.
Three wet fingers slid into the teen's hole, eliciting a moan and contented smile from Ray.
"What do you want to do, Jim?" The taller brother finally spoke. His voice was a little deeper than his brother's, but his sing-song inflection sounded almost childlike.
Jim answered, "Airman Mendoza said that we are welcome to wait here. I feel like his invitation was sincere. What do you think, Tom?"
Tom Mercer squeezed the two cocks in his hand. "Do you want us to stay, Mister Mendoza? We don't want to impose on your time."
"Nnnn. Yes. Please stay," Ray moaned.
Jim played inside Ray's hole for another few moments, then extracted his fingers and offered them to Tom. The taller Mercer brother relished the taste and the intimacy with his brother.
Ray Mendoza enjoyed being submissive, but he could be a bossy bottom. He thought it was a terrible imposition to have his ass deserted in such a rude fashion. "You deserve better than leftovers, Tom. Get your tongue in my hole and enjoy the fresh flavors."
"Are you giving me orders, Airman Mendoza?"
"No, sir. I am looking out for your best interests. If you like the taste of my hole, I think you'll like it even more through direct contact ... sir," Ray explained.
"I do like your ass," Tom said. "But I also like Jim's taste. Tasting you on him is twice as nice.
"You know what I like even better, Airman Mendoza," Tom asked.
"No, sir."
"I like the taste of a delicious ass like yours as I suck it off my baby brother's cock," Tom said as he squeezed both cocks again.
"Do you want to know what I like the absolute best," Tom asked.
"Yes, sir, please tell me."
"I love the taste of a delicious ass on my brother's cock chased with a load of his cum. Jim likes to cum often, and I love him too much to deny him anything."
Tom leaned in to kiss his brother, crushing Ray between them. Ray was just fine with that.
Tom and Jim Mercer continued to kiss for a few minutes, breaking only to whisper declarations of love to each other. The muscle daddy personas evaporated, leaving two enraptured lovers in the room.
Ray was happy to feel the brother's drool on him as they made out. When he eventually looked up, he saw that it wasn't drool: both brothers were weeping as they leaned against the other's forehead.
Jim leaned down to kiss Ray on the nose. "Would you help me make my brother happy by allowing him to taste your ass on my cock?"
"I've never seen anything so manly in my life," Ray gushed. "I'll do anything you want me to do."
The brother's separated and followed Ray as he walked over to the same desk where he just fucked Bunny.
He bent over the edge of the desk and pulled his cheeks apart, revealing his delicious young starfish.
"No," commanded Jim, rediscovering his alpha persona, and wiping the tears from his face. "On your back."
Ray complied immediately. Jim threw Ray's legs over his shoulders and ran his fingers up and down Ray's torso, from his neck down to his shaved pubis, and back up again.
As he repeatedly tantalized Ray's skin, he asked, "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"No, sir. I need you to fuck me. Please, sir. I am yours," Ray cried in desperation. "I need it more than oxygen."
"Oh, you poor boy!" Jim teased. He put his hand on Ray's throat. "Should I let you suffocate?"
"I will if you want me to," Ray replied as he tilted his head back to give Jim access to his throat.
Jim brought his other hand to Ray's throat and stroked with both thumbs while repeating, "Poor, poor boy."
Ray whimpered with need. Jim relented torturing the boy with his alienation of affection. "Is my cock hard enough to fuck you, poor boy? I can't tell. Maybe you can examine it and tell me what you think."
Ray reached down to grab the desired penis. It was now close to nine inches. He ran his thumb over Jim's slit to feel precum oozing. Jim grunted at having his penis touched in such a manner.
Ray stroked the cock a few times, then tried to pull it to his anus.
Jim resisted. "I do the fucking, lovely boy. You're not supposed to fuck yourself. I thought you understood the situation."
"I'm sorry, sir. Your cock is ready. I am ready. Please fuck me, sir," Ray begged.
The teen gasped as the tip of Jim's cock touched his anus. But it didn't enter. It touched once more. The pressure increased. Then it was gone.
"Please, sir. Please!" was Ray's strangled cry.
Once more, Ray's anus was kissed by the cock. Then nothing.
"Lovely boy, I decide when – or if – my cock enters you. Once again, who is in charge?"
"You are in charge, sir," Ray squeaked.
"Then why are you wasting my time telling me what you want and what you need? Does it matter what you need," Jim asked forcefully?
"No, sir."
"What matters, then, Airman Mendoza?"
Ray panted a few times, trying to control his emotions. "That you get what you want, when you want, if you want."
"Very good, lovely boy. I am going to play with your balls," Jim stated.
Ray wordlessly rotated his hips to present his balls for Jim's amusement, trying to conceal his frustration at not being fucked.
Jim held the lovely smooth, light brown nutsack. He stroked it with his thumb. He squeezed it lightly, feeling the heft of the teen's balls. They were sizable in proportion to his slender build.
He dropped the nutsack and stood still, looking at Ray, who returned his gaze trying to anticipate what Jim would want from him, hoping the what he wanted was to fuck him right now.
Jim removed Ray's legs from over his shoulders and pushed his body along the desk a little so that he could place Ray's feet on the desktop. Jim stroked Ray's beautiful, lightly hairy legs. He enjoyed seeing the frustration in Ray's face.
Jim squatted down and held on to the edges of the desk, eliciting a hopeful gasp from Ray that his anus was about to get some attention. Instead, Jim sprung up into a handstand on the desk. The chains on his nipples hung in front of his face, the new sensations causing his cock to drizzle precum up his abdomen.
Jim walked on his hands up to Ray's head and lowered himself as he stuck out his tongue. Ray opened his mouth to receive any penetration he could get from the hypermasculine man. Jim forcefully kissed Ray, then rose up and locked his elbows. His biceps, triceps, and forearms swelled with the strain.
He lowered himself again. Ray received the kiss with increasing desperation. Jim dominated Ray's face, licking it all over and slobbering on him just because he could.
Jim turned around – still on his hands – and walked back down Ray's body. He gripped the edges of the desk, lowered his forearms so that his weight was on his elbows, and rotated his body to bring himself into a plank position over Ray. Jim's cock was lined up perfectly with Ray's mouth, but Ray didn't dare go after until it was offered.
Jim's shoulders were massive as they supported his cantilevered weight. He lowered his body even more, touching his glans to Ray's lips. The teen still didn't move.
"Take it, lovely boy," Jim commanded.
Ray didn't need to be told twice. Jim knew that his partner was eager, but he didn't know how supremely skilled he was. He had rarely received such a loving and sensual blowjob. All the while, his strength kept his cock the only part of his body in contact with Ray, who didn't dare to touch Jim with anything but his mouth unless told to do so.
Jim didn't want to cum but felt himself being propelled rapidly toward orgasm, so he abruptly rotated back up, then dismounted the desk, standing next to Ray's right shoulder with his wet nine-inch penis looking angry. He admired how well-coated Ray's face was with their mixed spit and Jim's precum.
Ray looked at Jim with intense desire and affection. This dominant man seemed to know what he needed, even when he didn't know. His desire for that throbbing nine-inch cock was almost unbearable.
"Hands on top of your head," Jim commanded.
Ray showed unquestioned obedience. It made him feel good that he was obeying his partner's directive.
"Close your eyes."
Done.
Ray listened but could detect no movement around him. His breath shuddered.
"Aaaarrg. Yes!" Ray cried out as Jim plunged in to the hilt. Ecstasy washed over him. He screamed out in joy and began panting.
"Don't you dare fucking cum. You will cum when I want you to cum," Jim yelled, startling everyone in the room, none more so than Ray, whose eyes were still closed.
"Now fuck my cock with your ass. Look me in the eye as you do it," Jim demanded. He kept up a steady rhythm in Ray's ass, which felt better than almost any ass he ever fucked, excluding his brothers. How could someone only seventeen be so skilled? He was a special, lovely boy.
For the next five minutes, Jim fucked Ray steadily, moving his hands all around the smooth teen while the two maintained constant eye contact. He decided it was time to service his brother.
"Cum," Jim directed in a soft, flat, somewhat menacing voice. He gave Ray five or six quick stabs over his prostate and watched the fireworks explode.
Ray heaved and grunted like a lower primate as he painted his chest and belly with substantial ropes of cum. He kept his hands on his head and forced his eyes open so that he could look at his beloved partner to express his gratitude for knowing exactly how to control him so expertly.
Jim pulled out of Ray slowly and smiled at him. "Well done, lovely boy. At ease." He turned to find his brother, displaying his firm nine-inch slimy cock for all to admire. And they did admire it. Jim met most of the guys' gazes as they both acknowledged how lucky he was to have such a beautiful cock.
Jim finally found his older brother, who was already on his knees with his mouth open. Tom lunged on his precious brother's penis, taking it all the way down his throat before beginning to fellate him. It was even better than Ray's mouth. There is nothing like getting a skilled blowjob from a man you know, love, and trust without limits.
Noone dared show any reaction as Jim began to squeal through his orgasm, rising through the octaves until it was almost ultrasonic.
Tom swallowed over and over, grateful to be giving his brother such joy and receiving his gift in return.
When the orgasm was over, Tom rose up to share the bounty with his brother. Several more minutes of another tear-filled makeout session followed.
When Tom and Jim separated this time, neither brother tried to hide his emotions. Jim walked over to the desk where Ray was propped on his elbows, watching the action. Jim scooped him up like an infant, cradling him and smothering his body with butterfly kisses.
"Thank you, lovely Ray, for playing along so thoroughly. Do you like roleplaying like that? I almost burst out laughing when I told you not to cum. Nobody else has ever been able to hold off as you did. You are a special and lovely boy."
More and more kisses followed as Ray began to understand how sweet Jim really is. Jim laid Ray back on the desk and kneeled over him, swinging his tit chains so that they would tickle Ray's nips. Ray gurgled.
"Do you want me to cum in your ass now, Ray-Ray," Jim asked in a sing-song manner like his brother. "I've got another load in me if you want it, lovely boy."
He leaned down and kissed Ray's pillow lips gently and softly while giggling. Who was this man?
Ray nodded and giggled too.
Jim rose up a little and pressed his still-erect cock to Ray's anus. He waited until Ray opened up for him. As he began shallows strokes, he wiggled his tit chains at Ray. "You're in charge this time, sweetie. Take the reins and drive. You'll figure it out as we go."
Ray laughed and grabbed the chains, gently pulling Jim up, then relaxing the tension for him to take a downstroke. He soon learned to tug on one tit a little harder to change Jim's angle of approach.
"You have the prettiest smile, Ray-Ray," Jim cooed. He moistened his index finger in his mouth, then glided it along Ray's full lower lip to paint it with his saliva, pulling it down to let it plop back into place several times. The teen's face was too adorable not to receive a few kisses. Jim might have been in love.
"You know when else you were pretty, though," Jim continued. "When you were trying not to cum. The frustration and determination on your face almost sent me over the top, especially the way you were writhing around and gripping my dick with your ass."
Jim had to stop and groan as Ray pulled his chains harder, sending jolts of exquisite torture from his nipples to his cock.
"Yeah, Ray-Ray, you can tug as hard as you want. You're not going to hurt me," Jim whispered.
Ray smiled sweetly. "You are forgetting who is in charge here, Jimmy. I can tug as hard as I want. I just don't want to. I like the ride I'm getting. If I want more, there's no question that you're going to know it."
Both men laughed their way through the relaxed fuck session. Ray couldn't believe he was fucking himself with this muscle-god/teddy bear.
All of the guys watching were hard again, some of them jealous of Ray, others were jealous of Jim. Master Sergeant Howard was now the only one with clothing on.
Airman Lamar Jackson had quietly disrobed unnoticed by the others. He had scant close-cropped auburn hair all over his body. It was too thin to conceal that he was flushed with excitement.
Lamar approached Tom, who was watching his brother with a look of love and adoration. He almost didn't notice the precum running down his own nine-inch thumper, and dripping off his balls.
"Tom, I would enjoy having you inside me, if that's something you'd want to do," Lamar stammered out, losing his usual chipper veneer.
Tom gave Lamar a quick kiss. "Thanks, Lamar, but I need to make sure Jimmy is doing well. I couldn't live with myself if there was some way I could make him feel better, but neglected to do so."
Lamar tried not to show the dejection he felt.
Jim overheard the exchange. "Tom, you stupid fuck. I am having a great time here being controlled by my lovely boy. Look at how pretty Lamar is! How could you turn him down? I will be fine. I know that Ray-Ray will not stop until we both are flying on our bliss, will you, lovely boy?"
Ray just giggled and tugged on Jim's tit chains. Jim's moans told Tom that he was in good hands.
"I apologize, Lamar. I just feel responsible for Jim and Bob – more than I should. Does your offer still stand?"
Lamar launched himself onto the desk, squished up close to Ray, and held his knees near his shoulders. The supine seventeen and nineteen-year-olds looked at each other as if they had won the lottery.
Lamar turned to Tom. "The offer no longer stands. It reclines in eager anticipation."
Tom laughed in a lilting baritone as he mounted Lamar, his body rubbing against his brother's. The brothers kissed and exchanged a look of wonder that they should be so lucky to fuck these adorable teens.
Tom leaned on Lamar's upturned thighs and brought his wet lips to Lamar, who turned out to be a skilled kissing partner. "Tell me what you want me to do, Airman Jackson."
"Hmmm, I don't know," Lamar said. "I can't think of anything. Why don't you surprise me?
Tom eased into Lamar's hole with a gentle smoothness that left Lamar feeling relaxed and cherished. Tom decided that he would mirror Jim's movements, which were being controlled by Ray.
"Is this alright, my beautiful surprise," Tom asked Lamar.
"Perfect. Thank you, Tom," Lamar purred, his sparkly blue eyes locked on Tom's gaze.
Tom kissed his host. As much as Jim and Ray had been laughing through their fuck, Tom, ever the caregiver, was making gentle love to the boy he just met. When Lamar felt Tom's cockring, which was attached to his harness, press against his own ring. He felt completed.
The Mercer brothers used all their considerable power and intuition to make their partners feel every kind of good. The four men began to climb Mount Joy at the same time. Ray sped up his rhythm on Jim's chains.
Marcus, Tim, and Cord marveled at how even the brothers' orgasms were absolutely in synch. Bunny wasn't marveled because he knew that the brothers were linked by Tuer Shen. They both pumped six forceful shots into their mates, then continued to make slow, shallow thrusts into their quivering partners.
The brothers separated from the airmen. Bunny cleaned off Tom's cock while Marcus took care of Jim's. Cord and Tim dug for gold with their tongues in Ray and Lamar's holes. Even as they themselves were being cleaned, the brothers bent over to clean Ray and Lamar's cocks and bellies.
Several quiet minutes of feasting passed until all the guys stood looking at each other with pride in their newfound connections.
Bunny thanked the guys for their hospitality and said that he wished they could wait to meet the third brother, but they had to get to Hulstlander. He wished the Mercer brothers a good time with their brother, whatever they were doing.
Tom held Lamar with the teen's back pressed into his chest. Tom's large hands had their fingers spread wide as he slowly ran them over Lamar's ruddy chest and abdomen, sliding his palm down the top of Lamar's still-tumescent cock, showing everyone that he possessed the nineteen-year-old.
Jim took Horacio in a similar manner. Ray looked as is he were willing himself to be absorbed into Jim's magnificent body. Ray's cock was surprisingly standing seven inches straight out, having recovered already from his massive orgasm just a few minutes prior. Jim kindly masturbated the seventeen-year-old in front of the group, who all approved of the way Jim took care of his "lovely boy."
Jim kissed Ray's cheek as the teen purred with his eyes closed. Ray was happy to have his friends watch as his dominator manipulated his penis so masterfully. Jim turned to the group and smiled.
"Today is Bobby's eighteenth birthday. He thinks we're taking him to Zoo Atlanta for the weekend to see the giant pandas, which he loves. But we're taking him to our favorite leather bar in Fort Lauderdale. It's going to be about a nine-hour drive, so we hope he shows up soon.
"Now that he's old enough to go into a bar, we're going to put him on the rotating platform in the back room and let him get spit-roasted all night long. They guys there are going to go nuts for him."
A round of laughter went around the room. Horacio turned to Jim and pouted his already pouty lips. "I wish I were eighteen so I could go with you."
Jim sucked his young lover's lower lip into his mouth and snuggled with him for a moment, not missing a stroke on his cock. "Oh, my beautiful Ray-Ray. When we come back Sunday night, we are going to find you and spit roast you until you beg us to stop."
"Promise," whined Ray.
"Cross my heart and hope to go impotent," Jim joked.
Ray opened his eyes to look at Jim. "Let me give you my cell number so you can text me."
Jim giggled. "I have it, lovely boy. What do you think I was doing when I asked to see your phone the second time? I sent both Tom and myself texts from you. We are all linked now."
Ray just hummed in contentment as he closed his eyes.
Bunny couldn't help himself from kissing Ray's pretty mouth as he led his group to the door. They all bid adieu to their friends Lamar and Ray, as well as Blaine and the Mercer brothers. The foursome wished they could stick around to see what else the Mercer brothers would get up to until Their baby brother arrived.
When the runners got back to the main gate and the busy highway, Tim turned to Bunny with a perplexed look. The traffic light had just changed, and Tim saw his diving coach David (pronounced Daveed) Diego drive by in his distinctive Alfa Romeo convertible.
Bunny returned his look with a subtle shake of his head, indicating that Tim shouldn't say anything. But then he winked at his friend to acknowledge that Tuer Shen had manipulated time again, so they were leaving the National Guard base only fifteen seconds after having arrived there. Marcus and Cord were busy chatting, so they didn't notice the incongruity.
They would arrive at Hulstlander in plenty of time for Bunny to introduce himself to the outdoor sports coaches.
"So, are you coming with us to check out the school," Marcus asked Cord.
"Yeah, I think I will," Cord answered with slight bewilderment in his voice.
He had no idea how a chance encounter was about to change his life.