Date: Fri, 11 Jun 2004 14:17:32 -0400 From: joseph green Subject: Bright sun on hot flesh Chapter 3 The morning came hot and heavy like a fat woman sitting on your face. A soft tinkle of china bells woke Joe and he roused Terry. Joe got out of bed with his hair matted and his flesh creased form the folds in the sheets. He stretched his naked body and noticed the spots of dried cum on his chest. He opened the door as a boy of about 12 with red hair and red pubs and a strawberry birth mark reached in to hold Joe by the dick and kissed him. "good morning stud".He said Joe returned to grip and said "good morning lover." The boy with the strawberry birth mark had a hand towel over his shoulder. The boys were allowed to go with out the constraint of clothes if they agreed to sit on a towel during meals and keep up with it afterwards. He looked over Joe's brown nude shoulder and eyed Terry. "Is this the new guy?" Joe stepped back to let the boy in. "Terry this is Shooter." Terry nodded his head at shooter. Again Joe said, "Terry this is shooter." Terry still did not respond verbally, so Joe took Terry's hand and moved it to Shooters dick. Terry instinctively griped it in his fist. Joe flipped back the sheets to expose Terry's naked flesh and said, "Shooter this is Terry." Shooter reached for the dick but kept on going and slipped to bed with Terry. "Do you mind if I make you cum?" Terry did not say a word he just nodded his head to indicate that he didn't mind. Shooter gently grabbed his morning piss hard and jacked off his new friend and told him of the time he was sun bathing and fell asleep and almost everyone that could make cum shot off on his body while he slept. They got pictures and have one hanging up in the study. Terry listened and rose with passion in his balls. He grunted as his wad of cream was exiled from its warm home and onto the brown stomach of Terry and Shooter's hand. He asked for a towel but was told by the other two that if he would just leave it it would be best. Joe said, "it will help your reputation. You don't want to be a prude." They walked out to the covered walk way leading to the showers and Terry had one friend under each arm. Shooter had his towel over his arm and Joe had two sets of shorts in one hand. As they walked the three boys felt un-named hands feeling their butts and dicks. One boy of about 11, with maybe a dozen pubs kissed Terry with out notice and said, "You're the new kid. Welcome." And then disappeared into the cloud of flesh. The stream of boy bodies bottled necked at the entrance to the shower door. A boy of Terry's equal build and age noticed the pools of cum on his stomach and asked if he could get a taste. Terry did not know what to say so Joe said "go ahead". The boy ran his finger into the pool of cool cum and stuck it to his tongue and licked his finger on every side. This got the attention of a six year old boy who turned and said, "Can I have some?" without waiting for an answer he latched his lips to the half hard member and cleaned off every droop. A tall boy of about six foot 2 inches pulled him off Terry's dick and apologized. "He does not know when to stop." The resemblance between the two boys was astounding. Terry asked, "is this your brother?" "No its my lover." Then the two clasped hands and disappeared around the corner of the shower entrance. As it came time for them to get in to the showers Terry noticed a circle of boys around a shower drain in the middle of the floor. They were pissing into it an laughing at something. The three boys huddled around the drain and Terry followed their lead by pissing down the drain. A boy of bout 11 shot a stream at Joes feet and shooter responded by landing his stream on the boys dick. Joe joined in by soaking down the boy and letting a steam land on Terry. Another boy just hosed Shooter up and down. The tall boy came up behind Terry and asked, "may I have the honor" and bent Terry at the waist and pressed his massive dick head against Terry's pucker. He let out a hose load and it ran down Terry's crack, across his taint and over his ball to mingle with terry's own piss before it hit the tile. The three boys finished and terry did not know if he had been humiliated or honored. What ever, it was done. The tall boy stood Terry back up and said in his ear, "If you need a good fuck anytime just come to me. I'll take care of you.." They made their way to the showers and a boy of about 14 came over to Terry. He soaped up his hands and began washing Terry's dick. "Hi I'm the Chaplin here. If you have any spiritual needs please let me know." While still handling Terry he turned to Shooter and added, "And where were you last night. I ended up with a ten year old in my bed because of you." With that Shooter and the Chaplin moved to a separate shower to talk. Terry reached for some conditioner from the wall mounted dispensers and rubbed it into Joe's gland. Joe washed Terry's body while he began play with the dick. The Joe returned the favor. As Terry was being service by his new friend he noticed that there was a lot less fucking and sucking and a lot more jacking off. Joe shot a load and it landed on Terry's foot and Terry did not so much shoot, but the cream extruded out of the piss slit and oozed down the shaft and onto Joes fingers. Joe licked one knuckle off and offered the other to Terry. Now Terry had never eaten cum, not even his own. He touched his tongue to the clear glob and then just licked off a finger. He pumped his eyebrows and smiled. One short blast on the dining hall horn and they knew they had only a minuet to shower. 60 seconds later the water went off and two servants came out naked and started handing out towels and helping the smaller boys dry off. Shooter came over with the shorts and shook his head, "I just don't know why you wear these things if you don't have to." They made their way to the dining hall but were directed to the lawn. It would be fruit al fresco this morning. They sat at small tables with six to a table and servants now with proper cloths on laid bowels of mixed fruit on each table and brought drinks as ordered. Terry and Joe sat with a table of nine year olds. One had on shorts and the other sat on towels. The one with the shorts asked if Terry was new. He said "yes". Terry thought for a minute and asked, "How can you tell if someone were new in the crowd?" The boy in the shorts answered, "you have a tan line." At that Terry blushed. The boy to the left of Terry asked if Terry would dish him out some fruit. Terry looked down at the naked boy and closely examined his underdeveloped crotch, then said he would. As he dished out fruit, the boy moved his hand to Terry's budge. Joe asked if any of he boys heard any noise last night. He did not want to get caught sneaking around the range at night. They all said no. Joe was ravenous and wolfed down the melons. He picked up a plump strawberry and said to the kids, "This is Todd's dick head." With that he started making love to the strawberry and moaning. As he did the boy to the left of Terry worked Terry's shorts off and was playing with him under the table. Terry noticed the faces of the boys and assumed that most of them were being played with under the table. The table was a rippled clear glass, but the large place mats covered most of the show. Terry innocently moved the place mat that covered his now slick dick and could also see the bopping dicks all around him. Dinner and a show. A boy beside Joe grabbed the table and shook it with his hands. He settled down and it was obvious he had had a dry orgasm. He smiled at the table and then at Joe. It was Joe that had done it to him and Terry had not noticed. He was getting his own joy right beside Him. As the group began to disband they stood and tucked stiff pricks into shorts and some just shucked the shorts right there. As Terry stood the nine year old asked him to stay. To emphasize his point the did not let go of Terry's erection. "Why do you need me to stay?" "I was wondering if you could give me some head. I'm awfully horny." With that Joe put his arms around two of the other nine ear olds and said he would meet them at the pool soon. Terry was still not comfortable with all this public sex but knelt before the boy and took his plump brown dick into his mouth. It tasted so fresh and pleasant. As he bobbed his head up an down and the servants scurried from place to place finishing the arrangements for lunch. One of the servants stopped to ask, "Sir, if you are needing to go to the pool to meet your friends I will finish up the young man. Terry considered it but figured he was here on his knees and might as well finish him off. It took a lot longer to make the boy cum than Terry had slotted time for but the boy rose in his chair and trembled and then laughed out, loud and high. Terry sat back and looked at the boy. "It's OK. That's just how I get when I cum." Terry looked around to see that their chair was the only one in the field and every one else was in the kitchen but one servant that stood under the covered sidewalk waiting for the chair they were using. The boy stood and helped Terry up. He said "this is better" and pulled Terry's shorts to the ground and then he stepped out of them. He laid them on the chair and said that the servant would get them back to his room for them. As the walked the 100 yards to the pool the boy said, "You know when you asked if we heard anything last night? I did hear you two going out after lights out. It's not like it's a big deal but Papa jack likes to know where everyone is." there was a moment of silence then he said, "do you know what's in those jars in the barn?" "No. do you?" "I heard a bigger kid say he is growing dicks for us all out of our DNA that are 10 to 15 inches long and he will attach them when we leave." "Well, I don't know what I saw but don't think it was a fifteen inch dick." As they arrived at the pool Joe had a bottle of sun screen and a place picked out on the deck for the two of them. The nine year old boy slipped into the crowd of naked flesh to play and be a boy among boys. Terry jumped to the deck of the above ground pool and said to Joe, "you won't believer what the nine year old boy told me he heard about those jars." Bright sun on hot flesh part 4 Terry was not sure that he should have confided in the boy about the jars in the building. At best it was suppose to be a secret between him and Joe. The fact of what he thought he had seen in the jar, was strange enough to not say a word to anybody. Hopefully it would not be brought up again. This was all too much for Terry to take in. He had been sucked and jacked more times in the past day, than he had ever done before. And now the jars filled with formaldihyde. But he had to tell Joe what the boy had said. " That boy said that Papa Jack is growing penises to attach to us when we leave here. 15 inch ones!!" Joe's eyes widened. "Really? So that was what was in there!" Terry looked at Joe with a worried look. " Joe, I don't want to be changed. I like my penis. I won't let him do that to me. Why would he want to do that anyway?" Joe could see the scared look in Terry's eyes. "Don't worry. I don't think that's what he's doing. We can go back and check it out more closely tonight if you want. Joe comforted. "Now c'mon, let's get some pool time." The morning went on without incident. Boys of all shapes and sizes were playing games, and enjoying each other's company, in the most physical sense. At the drop of a hat you would see two boys stop playing ball, one would bend over, the other would come up from behind, and slide his hard cock into the reciving boy. No matter whether it was sucking, fucking, or jacking, there were activities like that at all times. The only time that the activities were stopped, is when Papa Jack motioned from his porch, for one of the servants to bring a boy to him. When a servant approached a boy, the boy would sorta hang his head and follow him. Terry watched in fear as he saw the sad boy walk by the pool where Joe and he were at. "What is that all about?" asked Terry. "Papa Jack wants a twat boy." Joe replied. "Twat boy?" " Yeah, when Papa Jack calls you up to the house, he wants you. He wants to fuck you in the ass." "No way!!!! Has he called you up?" "Not yet. I ain't going either. He can kiss my ass, but he ain't fuckin it. They say he has a 15 inch thick cock. No way he will put that up my ass." Terry just froze at the thought of a big man sausage entering his small pucker. "He can't do that, can he?" "He basically owns us as long as we are here." Joe replied. Terry pulled his knees up to his chin and wrapped his arms around his legs. He started rocking back and fourth with tears forming in his eyes. Joe put his arm around his new friend, and held him close. "It will be okay. I will be here for you. No one will do anything you don't want them to." A tear ran down Terry's face. Joe was getting a bit misty himself. He was sure that he had deep feelings for his new found friend. He couldn't believe that it had happened so soon though. Shooter came up and to Joe and Terry, looking for some hard meat to suck on. He popped up out of the pool between Joe's legs, and grabbed the meat that was dangling there. Joe looked down at Shooter. " Hey, could you come back later?" "Awww. C'mom. just sit on the edge and let me do the rest." Joe pulled Terry close to him as he let his dick hang over the deck of the pool. Shooter went to town and started sucking on the limp penis. Joe was getting sort of aroused, and just started kissing on Terry's shoulder, and then his neck. Small little passionate kisses. Terry looked up, with his eyes slightly red from crying. Joe looked into the teary eyes, and just stared. It was then that Joe felt something inside of him jump. He also felt his dick get hard quick, which made Shooter moan with pleasure. Getting his mind back to Terry, Joe inched closer, and kissed Terry on the lips. Terry backed up a bit, but then he too pressed his lips onto Joe's nice soft lips. It wasn't long before they started sharing saliva and letting their tongues explore each other's mouth. Shooter was bobbing his head fast and furious on Joe's cock, until it pulsated and throbbed to start shooting a small wad into Shooter's mouth. Joe moaned and caressed Terry even more, kissing him all over his face. Terry became more relaxed and allowed his body to unfurl from the fetal position that he was in earlier, which was just the signal that Shooter needed. He moved over to his right, and nudged his head in between Terry's legs, and pulled the now fully hard cock downward so as to get it into his mouth. Terry was so involved with his lover Joe, that he didn't even notice he was being taken care of down below. Joe was quite taken with the fact that Terry responded to his kissing advances. This was the best he had ever had as far as a boyfriend went. He had others, but he just wasn't attracted to them like he was to Terry. As the tension mounted inside Terry's cock, he started shifting his body around, and moving to the motion of the moment. Then with a big pleasurable moan, Terry shot his drop of a wad into Shooter's mouth. Terry was shaking from the intenseness of the moment. He stopped kissing just long enough to thank Shooter for a job well done. Shooter smiled, then stuck out his tongue to show off the boy juice that had just came out of Terry's tube. Then he swallowed it and laughed as he swam away. It was near noon, and the boy who had went to Papa Jacks house, came out crying, and walking bollegged. Boys gathered around him trying to make him comfortable, but he pushed them away. When he finally found a place away from the other boys, he lay down, and began crying more. One boy of about 14, went over and stayed by the crying youth. The bell rang for lunch, which broke up the tense situation, and all the nude boys began grabbing their towels and heading for the dinning hall. Joe and Terry stayed close by each other. Terry didn't even want to get too far from his buddy. The meal was a healthy one, but delicious all the same. All of the 'playing' made the boys hungry. Papa Jack sat at the head of long line of tables, sitting with servants who took care of the boys' everyday needs. Some were nurses, some were just there to do light housekeeping, and things like that. Papa Jack had his eyes on boys that he particularly liked. He spent most of his day with one boy or another. He definately made sure to have a boy for the night. Terry looked over casually at Papa Jack , making sure that he did not make eye contact with the tanned fuck machine. Joe punched Terry's side. "Don't pay him any attention. If he thinks you are looking at him, he will call you up for the afternoon. And you know what that means!" Terry nodded in acknowledgement, and went back to eating. After lunch, Joe and Terry went for a walk. Joe wanted so much to just grab Terry's hand as they walked, but didn't know if Terry would respond to that just yet. He got away with the kissing, but only because it was a weak moment for Terry. So he did put his arm around Terry's shoulder, which Terry recipricated. "Joe, what are we gonna do?" " About what?" " About what we saw last night in that building, and what Papa Jack will do to us if he finds out." "Well he ain't gonna find out. You won't tell, I won't tell." "But what about that 9yo boy who knows about the building?" "Everyone knows about the building, they just never been in. And if they tell, well it would be bad for them." "Do you think that Papa Jack is really growing dicks?" " Get real. You can't grow anything in a jar of formaldihyde. It is only to preserve things." " What if that is what he is doing? What if he is preserving body parts?" "Terry, you worry too much." Joe said with a laugh as he rubbed Terry's head mussing up his hair. Pretty soon the two boys realized that they were pretty much alone. They looked back and could not see the compound anymore, and the voices of yelling boys playing, were getting faint. "Where are we?" asked Terry. "Dunno. Never been here before. We musta walked a long way!" exclaimed Joe. The area that they were standing was so inviting. There was a grassy field leading to a very dense wooded area. Mountains to their left, and a small river to their right. A very secluded place. They found a nice spot to lay down in the tall grass, and just started to grope each other in their own private world. Joe was on top of Terry when he leaned down and kissed Terry on the lips. Terry responded favorably. Then Joe kissed Terry's chin, working his way under the chin, down the neck. Stopping just long enough to readjust his position. Then he kissed his way to Terry's nipples. The left one, then the right one, he kissed them and licked them until thay got hard. They were small nipples, but responded nicely to the stimuli. Terry's chest was rising and falling a bit faster than normal, which gave an indication to Joe that Terry was enjoying every bit of his movements. Joe licked his way down to the bellybutton, which was almost an 'outie'. Joe's tongue stayed at the bellybutton for awhile. Like he was trying to dig into the navel and make an impression in the flesh. As Joe slid his body down further, he managed to get to Terry's now fully hard cock. Joe wasted no time hoppin on the boy rod. Terry moaned at the point of impact to Joe's mouth. The tingling sensation that Joe was giving Terry, was causing his right leg to twitch, and he could feel a strange tingling in his feet as well. Joe sensed that he had done something good, so he kept at it. It wasn't long before Terry raised his ass off of the ground and spasmed almost violently. Another drop of jism leaked out, and Joe was smiling at his accomplishment. He went back up to Terry's face and began kissing him again. Terry smelled his own boy musk, and thought how different it was to smell himself. The two laid quietly together the rest of the afternoon. Joe woke up and rubbed his eyes. He wondered how long he had been sleeping. He looked over at Terry and noticed that he was fast asleep too. The sun had sank low into the sky, so it was obvious that it was getting late. "Terry get up! We have to get back to the compound!" Terry woke up and squinted his eyes trying to focus. "Huh?, Um, okay." They ran back just in time to see the boys walking towards the dining hall. They had made it! Hopefully no one would notice that they had been gone. The dinner meal was exceptional. In fact it was more than what the boys had been use to. Terry and Joe ate hungrily as they were watched by Shooter, who was across the table. "So, you guys have a great time this afternoon?" Shooter asked. "Yeah, it was fine." replied Joe not wanting to give up too much information. Just then there was a disruption in the room. One of the 17yo boys was called to Papa Jack. When the servant came to get him, the boy was recalcitrant. He struggled as another servant grabbed his arm and the two of them took the youth away. "What was that all about?" Terry asked. "He's leaving." Shooter said. "Leaving? To where? Why would he act so scared and unruly?" " Because, when you turn 17, you just dissapear from here. No trace of them at all. Usually they spend the evening with Papa Jack. That was Trevor. We won't see him again." That sent chills up Terry's back. "Dissapear? How do you just dissapear?" "Dunno. But there are rumors of what Papa Jack does to them." "Joe, I don't want to be here anymore. Please let's get out of here." "Shhhh. Let's talk later after lights out." The boys tried to eat the rest of their meal with the same enthusiasm as before, but just couldn't do it. Shooter was feeling the same way. But he had been there longer than the other two. After the showers had been taken, Joe and Terry went to their room. Lights out was called within minutes. Joe was laying on the lower bunk when he heard Terry come down from above. "Joe, can I stay here with you in your bed?" " Sure, buddy." Terry climbed in and embraced his friend. He now felt comfortable. Suddenly there was a soft knock at the door. "Who is it?" Joe asked in a loud whisper. The door opened and Shooter answered. " It's me. I have come here to help you get out of here." "Get out of here? What makes you think we wanna leave?" " I saw how you were at dinner." The boys got up and sat on the side of the bed. Shooter sat down beside them. "Okay, you have to pack light, and get as far away as you can." "But why are you helping us?" Terry asked. "What, you wanna stay here until you are 17, and just dissapear?" "N-n-n-no." "Well then, we have to get you guys outta hear." Shooter got up and turned on his penlight, to find the dresser drawer. He packed a towel with various items from the dresser, then went to the door, and brought in a bag of fruit. "I got this from breakfast. I thought it would be good for a midnight snack. Now it can help you get further without starving." "Man you thought of everything!" exclaimed Joe as he got down to help Shooter. Terry kept watch at the door just in case a servant were to come by. The three boys finally got everything packed, and then exited out of the bunk house. The moon was out, so flashlights were not needed. That would help keep the boys hidden in the night. They followed the same path as the night before, which there wasn't any reason for it, except that Joe wanted to see what was really in those jars that they saw last night. As the boys continued down the path, they saw a glow ahead of them, and it was not coming from the moon. They hunched down as not to be seen. Joe motioned the other two boys to follow him as he led them towards the glow. When they reached a turn in the path, it became clear that the glow was coming from the building full of jars! Terry heard voices, and froze right in his tracks. Joe turned back to get his friend. Shooter went on ahead to a safe spot, and waited for the other two to catch up. By the time Joe and Terry caught up to Shooter, the voices got louder, and the lights went out in the building. After time had passed, and they thought it was safe to move again, the trio went to the opening in the building as Joe and Terry had done the night before. The same smell of formaldihyde permeated their nostrils. "Yuck! This smells bad in here!" commented Shooter. Joe grabbed his penlight and turned it on. "Let's be careful. We don't want to knock over any of these jars again!" Joe traveled his beam of light up and down until he ran across what looked like clean jars. As he slowed down his light search, he came across a jar with a lable on it. Shooter gasped. "Trevor!" he read from the lable. "OMG! Can it be?" Terry asked. The three boys didn't utter another word. They turned quickly and ran out of the building. The heavy breathing was all that Terry could hear. He kept running until he was completely out of breath. He fell to the ground, looking around to see the other two boys. Nothing. A panic came over Terry. He started to yell, but decided against it. Then Joe came tumbling down beside Terry. "Where's Shooter?" "Dunno, I didn't see him behind me." " We gotta go find him!" demanded Terry. Joe got up to go back, when he heard a blood curdling scream. "That's Shooter!" They ran to go back, but saw that there was a light in the direction from the building. There were other sounds, but none as loud as Shooter screaming in pain. " They got him! What are we gonna do?" Terry cried. "We can't do anything but save ourselves. C'mon, we gotta get some distance between us and this place." Joe instructed. The two ran into the darkness, not looking back, but hearing the screams until they went silent. That made the boys run even faster. They continued until they couldn't move one more inch, then fell to the ground. The sunlight hit Joe in the face. He woke up and tried to get his bearings. In an instant, he found that they were still in the woods. But how far did they get? Joe looked down at Terry, who looked peaceful sleeping there. He leaned over and kissed Terry softly. Terry woke up with a sudden jolt, then relaxed when he saw it was Joe. "It's okay. It's just me." said Joe. "Where are we?" "I don't know, but we can't stay here, we have to move on. " "I'm hungry." Terry moaned. "Well let's eat then, and then we have to be on your way." They sat down to some of the fruit that Shooter had packed. Both were in deep thought about what happened to Shooter. "What do you think happened to Shooter?" Terry asked. "I don't know." "Do you think that they did to him what they did to Trevor?" "Don't EVEN say that!" Joe got up and packed his bag to get ready to go. Terry followed Joe's lead. Arm in arm the two boys headed further away from the building of glass jars, and the compound. It was midday when the clouds came rollinging in. Joe noticed that it looked like rain. They would have to find shelter soon. Before long, and what really seemed like hours, Joe and Terry came to a grassy field similar to the one that they had laid in yesterday. It stretched for acres. Off to the side were some trees that looked like pillars to a building. Joe got an idea. "C'mon, we have to make a shelter before the rain comes." "Okay." Joe ran over to the trees, and began looking for saplings that he could cut down with his knife that Shooter had packed as well. With some of the tall grass, and some of the stripped bark from the saplings, Joe tied together a frame that would make a roof that would attach to the tree pillars. He instructed Terry to gather the tall prarie grass to make thatch for the roof. Two hours later the boys had completed the shelter complete with a thatched roof. The rains started coming down just in time for the boys to try out their humble dwelling. With grass laid down for a bedding, Joe and Terry laid back and cuddled for warmth. Their naked bodies gave off enough heat to keep them from getting chilled. Terry looked over at Joe, and his eyes wandered all over Joe's face. This time it was Terry who kissed first. Terry then decided that he wanted to give Joe something back, that he had recieved the day before. Terry started pinching Joe's nipples, until they stood up hard. Then he licked them and Joe just laid back enjoying every move that Terry made. As Terry got into the passion of moving downward on Joe's torso, he could smell Joe's boy musk, and it awoke feelings inside him that he had not thought possible. That was all it took for him. He moved down quickly and began sucking on Joe's hard dick, and made loud slurping sounds as he also moaned like he was enjoying his favorite meal. Which he truly was. The moaning vibrated the inside of Terry's mouth, and caused Joe to let out his own squeal from the pleasure that he was recieving. Faster and faster Terry went up and down on Joe's hard cock, until Joe moaned and groaned to ecstasy. He reared up and tried to push more of his cock into Terry's mouth. Terry just kept Joe's now shrinking dick in his mouth, letting that experience be all his. Joe pulle on Terry to get him back up to his face. "Thank you." "You're welcome." The two fell into each other's arms and slowly went to sleep. The rain kept pouring down for the rest of the day, and into the night. If there was any more questions as to what they saw in the building with all of those jars, they would not be answered now. The boys needed rest. They may get it, if Joe keeps his hands off of Terry's rock hard cock. Then again, Joe may have to service his friend. Or, is it his lover? That was another question that Joe was wanting to ask. It would have to wait until later.