For the Geeks

 Seth's Gift

By David Lee
<dlee169@hotmail.com>


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Seth had always known he was adopted.  No one had told him verbally; he
just knew.  It was like a lot of other things.  He had some inborn sense
that not everyone around him seemed to have.

Early on, he'd learned to "close the curtain."  That was his turn of phrase
for blocking others from reading his thoughts.  It wasn't that he sensed
anyone else invading his mind, but he instinctively protected himself from
that possibility.  Again, he wasn't sure why.  Perhaps it was because he
could feel other people's thoughts.  He couldn't mind-read as such, but he
had perceptions of what was going on in someone else's head.  For instance,
he couldn't know for certain the exact questions his teacher would ask on a
test, but he could sense what general areas he should study most.  It was a
gift that he was determined to keep secret.  If people knew, they would
probably consider him a freak and avoid him.

At a young age, he knew that his adoptive parents loved him very much.  It
was more than the outward expressions like hugging or tousling his hair; it
was in what their minds projected.  It was the same with his only sibling.

Seth began to suspect that people around him did not possess the same gift.
If they did, they would certainly react to some of his thoughts.  At 13, in
the onset of puberty, he tested his theory.  One day in the presence of his
12 year old brother, he let his mind wander to the erotic wet dream he'd
experienced the night before.  It had involved a cousin and would certainly
have brought about an expression of either lust or disgust had the boy been
able to tune into Seth's wave-length.  But Simon went on picking up his
dirty clothes, paying no attention.

Seth projected a stronger image.  In fact, the picture was so vivid in his
mind that the bulge in his jeans grew uncomfortably in its confinement.
Still there was no reaction.  Luckily, he was wearing an over-sized T that
disguised his "problem."  Had Simon noticed his hardon, he probably would
have reacted by projecting a randy aura.

From then on, Seth began to hone his skill.  If he had an unusual ability,
there was no reason not to make the most of it.  It was helping him stay at
the top of his class without deliberately using it, so he would see how
much further it could take him if he more consciously exercised it.

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Seth was able to make the transition from middle school to high school more
easily than many of his classmates because he instinctively knew how to
react in social situations.  He could tell who needed a kind word, who
thought he was cute, and who was best avoided.

He tactfully kept girls at a distance.  They didn't interest him in the way
that other boys talked about in the locker room.  Seth wasn't sure why, but
he suspected that he was different.  He took comfort in knowing that his
brother seemed to feel the same way.  Perhaps they would change when their
hormones kicked in completely.

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On the day of his 16th birthday, his parents had a larger than usual party
for him.  His father said something about it's being in recognition of his
becoming a man.  Seth wondered if his father knew about the thick bush of
pubes he had sprouted or that he could shoot big loads of jizz when he
jacked off, but decided that it probably had nothing to do with either.
Surely his father had experienced puberty at about the same age.

After the celebration, when most of the other guys had left and his brother
was sent outside to shoot hoops with the one remaining friend, his parents
sat down with him for a serious discussion.  He had anticipated it all
afternoon because he could "read" anxiety in their thoughts.  He knew it
wasn't going to be something shocking, but was a thing that they dreaded
having to talk about.  Could it be "The Talk?"  He didn't think so, because
his dad had already explained the rudiments of how babies were made.

The seriousness of his father's demeanor seemed out of place on the warm
spring day.  Seth could hear the songs of birds outside the open window.
It had been a glorious day.  Seth hoped it would continue to be when this
was over.  His father dived into the deep end.

"We want you to know that we love you very much," Greg said by way of
introduction.  "You are as good a son as anyone could have.  But we need to
tell you the truth.  We are not your blood relatives."

"It's okay, Dad.  I kinda knew that.  You love me like you do Simon.
You're the best parents any boy could wish to have!"

With that, he embraced his father and then his mother.  They both had tears
in their eyes.  He knew it was a combination of joy and relief.

"We were afraid that you'd be hurt when you knew.  We intended to tell you
at an early age, but then someone might have taken you from us." His mother
said.

"Why would they want to do that?"

"Well, we didn't formally adopt you.  We filled out a birth certificate
that says you are our natural child.  But the truth is that we found you on
our doorstep in a wicker basket.  There was a note asking us to care for
you and love you as our own.  It requested that we give you this on your
16th birthday as a way of welcoming you into manhood.  It appears that your
people consider you a man at that age."

As she said that, she opened a small wooden box that contained a crystal
pendant on a gold chain.  Seth was mesmerized by the splendor of it.  It
seemed to have an inner yellowish glow.  He held it in his hands silently
for a couple of minutes and then slipped it around his neck.  His smile lit
up the room.

"Thanks," he said simply.

"Here's the note too.  It may be in your mother's handwriting."

"It may be from the woman who gave me life, but a mother is someone who
nurtures.  YOU are my mother!"

Again there were tears and hugs and Seth sensed that he had said the right
thing.  Not only had he expressed it, but he had meant it.  Love is a
stronger tie than blood, he thought.

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For some inexplicable reason, Seth began to let his mental guard down a bit
after his birthday.  Perhaps he was more relaxed now that he knew the truth
about his family.  He still didn't know who he really was or where he'd
come from, but that wasn't as important as being loved.  Perhaps he'd
search someday.  However, he didn't know how to go about it without getting
anyone in trouble.  There was no birth record to check.  Well, there was a
birth record, but of course it said that he was born to Greg and Tabitha
Rommel.  It had the hour and day of his birth which had been on the note
that was pinned to his baby blanket when he was found.

Since he'd been born in April after a long and harsh winter, the officials
at the records office accepted the fact that he'd been born at home.  No
one had seen his mother in the cold months preceding his birth without a
coat or heavy sweater on, bundled up against the arctic blasts.  No one
could have known she had not been pregnant.

Tabitha had some Gypsy blood flowing in her veins, so Seth's dusky
complexion wasn't something that would raise a red flag either.  The
charade had not been difficult to pull off.

Tabitha had prayed to God for a baby and even tried some old charms that
had been handed down in her family.  When the baby appeared on her
doorstep, she was sure it was an answer from above.  Within three months of
finding Seth, she had become pregnant for real.

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After his parents' disclosure, Seth was also more casual about being nearly
naked in the presence of his brother in the room they shared.  Since they
weren't related by blood, Seth wouldn't feel guilty if they should end up
fooling around.  Simon seemed to be taking more notice of Seth's body than
in the past.  Seth could read his desire.

Because of being the elder brother, Seth had the larger of the two beds.
If Simon had wanted to trade, Seth would have.  One of them could have
moved into the tiny guest room that was rarely used, but each boy seemed
content with things the way they were.

One night in May as Seth was sprawled on his bed wearing his favorite
worn-out briefs which had revealing holes in them, he felt a presence
outside the curtain of his mind.  It wasn't Simon, because he wasn't in the
room.  Seth opened the curtain a slit to see who was there.  The figure on
the other side was old and wizened, reminding him of Yoda from "Star Wars."

"Open to me insolent young pup!" a booming voice demanded.

Seth quickly shut down any access to his mind, holding the crystal tightly
in his hand.  He was gripped with dread of the power that surrounded the
strange being.  Despite closing off the channel, he could still feel a cold
presence.  There was a loud crashing sound like thunder, but evidently it
was all in his head because Simon, who had just come into the room, showed
no sign of hearing it.

Simon stripped to his underwear and lay down closely beside Seth on the
double bed.  He turned on his side, looking into Seth's dark eyes and
running his right hand over Seth's tight abs, eliciting a moan of pleasure.

Seeing Seth's favorable reaction, Simon got up and closed the door.  When
he came back, he ran his hand over the rising bulge in Seth's tattered
briefs.  Of course that made the bulge bigger and caused a wet spot to
appear.

The cold presence outside of Seth's mind slowly melted away.

"I know we're not blood brothers so I'm not doing anything wrong," Simon
began.  "I knew something was up on your birthday and I wanted to find out
what it was, so I sent James home telling him I was tired.  Then I crouched
under the window.  I think it's cool because I want to do things with
you..."

"Things like...?"

"I think you know what I mean; things like I'm doing now," Simon said as he
freed Seth's rising boyhood from the confines of his pouch.

"Yeah!" Seth replied as he ran his hand under the waistband of Simon's
underwear.

"That feels so-o-o good!" Simon cooed.

"You do shoot jizz, right?"

"Sure.  Could we make each other do it?  I'd like to cum with you."

He nodded as he massaged Simon's groin causing the younger boy to gasp and
moan so loudly that Seth had to caution him that they'd get caught if he
didn't keep the noise down.  Simon stuffed the corner of a pillow into his
mouth to keep from screaming in pleasure while Seth brought him to an
unbelievably strong orgasm in a very short time.  As he came down from his
sexual high, he lay on top of Seth, kissing him on the mouth.  Seth kissed
back.

"Uh, can you help me out here?" Seth pleaded, pointing to his throbbing
phallus.

"Oh, sorry."

Simon got down close to have a good look at Seth's impressive dark cock.
He pulled back the foreskin to reveal the sticky pink head.  He was near
enough to smell the pleasant aroma of boy sweat and precum.  He got brave
and licked a glistening drop.  More flowed out in response and he lapped
that up too.

Seth was nearly catatonic with desire.  He'd jacked plenty of times in the
past three years, but this was beyond anything he'd ever dreamed of.  The
velvety softness of Simon's tongue sent thrills through his whole body.

"Could you suck on it?" he implored breathlessly.

Wanting to please his older bro, Simon willingly complied.  The more he
felt the silky texture in his mouth and tasted the sweet salty fluid, the
more he liked it.  Soon he was pleasuring Seth like someone who'd been
doing it for years, not moments.

Seth began to claw the sheet, writhing, his head rolling from side to side.

"I'm gonna cum!"  he gasped.

Simon didn't move out of the way, but took blast after blast of hot boy
juice in his mouth.  He kept sucking and tonguing until Seth got so
sensitive that he had to ask him to stop.

"Was it good?"  Simon asked with a grin, tiny ropes of cum oozing down his
chin.

"Awesome!" Seth responded as he pulled Simon on top of himself, kissing him
deeply after cleaning his face with his tongue.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Sure, any night you want!"

All night, the boys cuddled together in a tangle of arms and legs.  Both
rested surprisingly well and Seth wasn't bothered by the "presence."

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The next day after school, the two boys meandered home by the creek that
ran through the woods.  Before they got to their house, an older woman
stopped them.

"I have business with Seth.  You must leave us and go on home."

"No, I'm staying," Simon insisted.

"This does not concern you.  It is a private matter.  Do as I say!"

"I love my brother and will not leave!"

"He is not your brother!"

"Simon knows that," Seth said quietly.  "He may stay if he wants, or I will
not talk to you."

"Very well!  Be it upon your own heads if evil befalls you both!  I am your
grandmother and I am here to tell you that there is dreadful malevolence
afoot!"

"Oh cut the drama and get to it, Grandma, if that's who you indeed are."
Seth said.

"Okay, I can do that.  I know it's the 21st century and all the old ways
don't impress you young `uns.  My point is that there is an ancient
wickedness at work and you may be the one to put a stop to it."

"So the fate of Western Civilization rests upon my young shoulders and I
must do some heroic deed to prevent its utter collapse!" Seth scoffed.

"You are so much like your father!" the lady laughed heartily.  "I swear he
was just as cheeky and just as cute.  I wish you could have known him."

"Then he is dead; and my mother too?"

"Yes, both of them.  Your father died in a so-called accident and your
mother died giving birth to you.  I'm the one who wrote the note and left
you on Tabitha's step.  Some of our people married Gypsies, so she is a
distant relative.  Anyway, she was barren at the time and I knew she would
love you as her own.  I sent along the crystal to protect you and to lead
me to you if you got lost.  I'm glad you are wearing it.  It has powers."

"I feel like I've stepped into a Harry Potter novel," Seth grinned.  "You
can't be serious."

"I am.  I'm sure you will be visited by Voldar soon if you haven't been
already."

"Is he a dried up old man who looks like one of those apple dolls?"

"So he has been here."

"He tried to force his way into my mind, but I shut the curtain."

"You repelled him?"

"Well, he went away with a crash of thunder or something."

"You are a stronger soul than I had anticipated.  Few can force him to
retreat.  He will be back, probably with more power next time.  No doubt he
misjudged your strength as I did.  Whatever you did to keep him at bay,
keep on doing it.

To bring his evil deed to pass, he needs a young man, a virgin, to conceive
an offspring with his sister.  She is an old hag, but can transform herself
into a beautiful, enticing young girl.  Once she has taken the young man's
virginity as well as his sperm, she will spawn a devil more powerful than
Beelzebub.

Voldar will be desperate to bring this about because his time is short.
The power from his sister's offspring will rejuvenate him.  Without it, his
very survival may be in jeopardy.

The magic will only work with a pure blood such as yourself from our line.
Voldar tried to make it happen with your father and failed because your
mother, bless her soul, charmed him into her bed before it could take
place.  You were conceived as a result of his first time.  Voldar would
have raised you to manhood so he could use you, had he known of your
existence.  But we came up with a charm that prevented it."

"The crystal?"

"That, and an ancient incantation.  Anyway, now that you have reached
puberty and can produce sperm, the charm is weakening.  You must remain
strong until you can marry or take a lover.  Perhaps the elders and I can
come up with a more powerful spell to keep you safe."

"Couldn't I just get laid?" Seth asked.

"No, unfortunately.  You must lose your virginity to someone you love," his
grandmother sighed.

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"Do you believe all that stuff?" Seth asked after the boys parted from the
old woman and continued on their way.

"It's hard not too, as serious as your grandmother seemed.  It sounds like
a kind of spiritual war that is beyond a mere mortal like me."

"Are you suggesting that I'm not mortal?"

"I don't know.  All I know is that you're what I want, and no one else."

"Don't you want to get married and have children?"

"Do you?"

"I'd like children, but I'm not sure I want to do what it takes to make
them!" Seth replied.

"Me neither.  We could adopt or get a surrogate."

"So are you saying that you'd want to spend the rest of your life with me?"

"I can't think of anything I'd rather do.  I love you."

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It was several days later when Seth felt the presence again.  Simon wasn't
sure if he felt it too, or only sensed Seth's reaction to it.  Either way,
it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

They were in the woods again, not far from an abandoned shack where they'd
played as youngsters.  It had been a fun place in their childhood, but now
seemed sinister.  A thick fog suddenly enveloped them and as they fought to
get through it they found themselves in the small building.

Outside the wind rose and lightning flashed, followed by the loudest
thunder they'd ever heard.  In the entire surrounding area a storm of
gigantic proportions was brewing.  TV programs were interrupted to
broadcast weather alerts.  Seasoned meteorologists declared that they'd
never seen the like.  Everyone was advised to hunker down for the storm of
the century.  People headed for their basements hoping to survive.

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"Welcome young pup.  You cannot escape me this time.  My beautiful sister
will be here soon and you will fill her belly with your virile seed.  You
are as handsome as she is lovely.  You're offspring will be a being of pure
light.  But first you must take off that necklace."

"It stays," Seth said looking the old being in the eyes.

"You will learn not to defy me, whelp!"

A bolt of lightning struck a meter or less from the building, which shook
violently.  At that moment, a young lady entered the room.  She was indeed
a perfect specimen of feminine attractiveness.  Her golden hair fell across
her full breasts.  She wore only a gauze-like fabric that was so sheer that
it hid nothing.  Most 16 year old males would be enthralled, but not Seth.

"Voldar, you fool, why did you bring the other boy?" the young lady asked
in a harsh voice that belied her softness.  "He will only complicate
things.  He cannot be left to tell what he has seen."

"I could never find them apart, dear sister.  And who knows, he may be of
some use to us."

"You may as well leave," Seth said to her.  "Your charms have no effect on
me.  I will not breed with you and fertilize your eggs."

"You have no choice," the old presence insisted.

"I can will myself to stay limp so I won't be able to perform."

"I'll give you a choice then." Voldar shouted.  "Either you have sex with
my sister or I will make your brother into a eunuch.  We will leave you two
alone for 15 minutes while you come to terms with my offer.  I'm sure you
care enough for him that you don't want him to lose his manhood."

"Don't give them so much time," the girl objected.

"I have given my word and dare not go back on it." Voldar told her.  "All
will be well."

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"Shit!  I can't let him cut your balls off." Seth exclaimed after they were
alone.

Then he enclosed the crystal in his hand and shuttered his mind with all
his might so that Voldar couldn't read his thoughts.

"But you can't have intercourse with that witch either!  You know what your
grandmother said.  It's all coming true.  They'll probably kill me anyway
so I can't be a witness."

"What can I do?"  Seth whispered.

"I know what I'm gonna do," Simon said as he stripped off his clothes.  "I
know it sounds strange, but I'm gonna cum one more time before I lose my
favorite parts!"

Despite his bravado, the fear of losing his manhood prevented him from
getting an erection.  He had put on the macho façade for the sake of his
brother, but inside, he was frightened nearly to death.

"Let me hold you once more before they kill us both," Seth said as he
stripped too.

Once they were holding each other naked, both began to be aroused.  Simon
suddenly saw a way out.

"Take me now!  I've wanted this for a long time."

"It's gonna hurt!  We've never done it and we don't have any lube."

"I've been, uh, practicing with a carrot, hoping.  There are worse things!"

"Ok, I guess it can't hurt more that the thought of being emasculated!"
Seth agreed.

Adding Simon's accumulating precum to his own, along with a gob of spit,
Seth pushed past Simon's anal ring as gently as he could given the time
constraints they were fighting against.

Simon cringed momentarily, but soon adjusted.

"Fuck me hard!"  Simon cried.  "I want to feel your cum splashing in my
gut!"

Spurred on by Simon's dirty talk , the tight, hot feeling of his chute, and
the forbidden quality of their sexual union; Seth was heading for an orgasm
at lightning speed.  With a cry of pure pleasure, he began to spew his load
just as Voldar and his sister entered the shack.

There was a loud clap of thunder and sounds of screaming and rage.  The
crystal pendant burned bright orange.  Both boys collapsed on the ground.

About 10 minutes later, Seth regained consciousness.  The first thing he
heard was the sound of birds calling their mates in the peaceful spring
afternoon.  He couldn't dwell on it long because there were more pressing
matters.  He wasn't sure if Simon and he were still in one piece.  With
trembling hands, he checked his brother out, finding him completely whole.
Simon came to as he was being felt up.

"Wow that was one powerful orgasm!  Simon giggled.  "I've never passed out
before.  I didn't know I could cum without being touched."

"Hmm, I must be a real stud to make you shoot that much!" Seth joked.

"But you're the hero, how did you know we could break the magic by making
magic of our own together?"

"Well, your Grandma said that you needed to make it with someone you loved
and I knew how you felt about me."

"You're awesome!

Hey look, there're two piles of dust and old rags by the door where he and
his sister stood.  I guess it was all true," Seth exclaimed.

"Look at the crystal, it's glowing a soft jade now, the color of your eyes.
It's so pure and serene looking." Simon said.  "Oh my God, your eyes are
green!  I know they were always black."

"I think several things have changed.  Thanks to you, I think we won.
Let's go home and clean up before Mom and Dad get there.  What a beautiful
spring day it's turning out to be."

With their arms around each other's shoulders, they ambled toward their
humble abode smiling in the knowledge that they were a part of each other's
destiny...

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Exile Island

Nick

From: James Branson <jimryyan@hotmail.com>
Subject: Survivor Exile Island

Survivor belongs to CBS and Mark Burnett. Not to me. The men in this story are not gay - this is just a work of fiction. I'm not making a profit from this story. I'm sure you already know the disclaimers about making sure you are 18 or over 18, about safe sex, about this story having gay content.

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On night 3 at the younger men's camp, there should have been plenty to celebrate. Their tribe won a crucial immunity challenge, meaning the 4 of them had another few days before they had to even consider voting anyone off. They also had a fire and a passable shelter. Unfortunately, the torrential rains meant that they spent most of the night huddled in the shelter, desperate for warmth.

Since the new format had split the 16 players up by age and gender, the younger men didn't have the blessing or curse of forming bonds with young bimbos, older mother figures, or middle-aged alpha males. They just had each other. The oldest of them was in his early 30's - Bobby, AKA Bob Dawg, a beefy black man with a standoffish, strong-willed personality. The others were in their late to early 20's. Austin, a writer with shoulder-length dark blonde hair and a knowing grin, was short in stature but carried an enviable physique sculpted from years of team sports. He was presently sleeping next to Nick, a much taller but also much less outgoing man with short dark hair, handsome but slightly rugged features, and one of the most flawless bodies ever on Survivor. In spite of his gleaming six-pack and strong arms, he was more suited for the gym than brutal physical competition; he had almost lost the immunity challenge for his team and had confided only in Austin just how upset he was by his performance. Austin was completely straight, really, but he believed in the power of male bonding, and he clutched tightly to Nick, hoping to transfer some of his quiet confidence to his new friend as he shivered from the cold.

Rounding out the group was Aras. Round was the appropriate term for Aras - the lanky brunette yoga

Aras

instructor and former basketball player had loopy ideas like asking his tribe to place their hands one on top of the other in order to spark a creative energy for a fire. Round also applied to Aras' bubble butt, whose lightly haired crack was persistently peeking out of low-slung board shorts. Aras slept next to Bobby. Bobby hadn't participated in the "hands for fire" exercise - he had no use for that privileged white boy shit. He was FAR more tempted by the succulent buttocks protruding from that privileged white boy, and presently a few small inches away from Bobby's crotch.

Since there was no need for modesty among young, straight men, the four of them had bathed together in the nude, splashing each other with water and making cracks about dick size. In reality none of them had much to be ashamed of, but Nick, Aras and Austin were all taken aback by Bobby's fat anaconda, 5 inches flaccid and probably much, much bigger when hard. The glint in Bobby's brown eyes almost dared them to test their theory, to get him hard, to worship his own personal immunity idol, but none of them swallowed the bait, so to speak.

Bobby still remembered the slack jaws of those 3 white boys...Aras most of all. Aras had such an innocent face but Bobby just knew he'd smoked some pole. You could just tell, some of these guys who try so hard to fit in with the macho studs, who seem to be in awe.

Bobby felt like the odd one out on his tribe. He knew if they lost an immunity challenge, he would be voted out. He also knew he couldn't do much to change his fate. So he decided to just go with whatever the fuck he wanted. And what he wanted was a piece of that hot Ar-Ass.

Austin

Aras was asleep when he felt the strange sort of tickling sensation sliding down his back. He thought it was a bug. Only when two very large, very insistent hands crudely squeezed and pinched his bubble butt did he realize the creature was human in origin. Aras didn't want to wake anyone else up, so he tried to shift. Then a large black hand slid around his waist - and slid firmly onto the base of Aras' cock - and held him in place. Aras just shook his head in disbelief, and tried to whisper his dissent. Back home in California he had no problem sharing himself with both genders, but out here, on national TV, with all these big macho studs who would get rid of anyone they saw as a "fag"...hell no. But just as he opened his mouth to register disapproval, he felt a large tongue shove itself straight up his mahole, and all his grievance quickly became a groan of pure pleasure.

The noise was loud enough to wake up Austin, who turned and saw Aras' shorts pulled down, a large hand stroking the meditation guru's meat into 7 inches of leaking hardness. The other black hand toyed with Aras' small nipples. Aras could only moan and whimper and stare at Austin with a combination of shame and need.

Austin wasn't sure what to say. His beliefs told him that homosexuality was wrong. But his dick - presently poking through his red shorts and as thick around as a baby's arm - told him otherwise. Aras, his body convulsing due to the unbelievable rim job from Bobby, realized the best way to keep Austin from using this against him was to involve Austin. So Bobby's bad deed quickly devolved into a threeway, with Aras yanking Austin's shorts down his muscled thighs and licking his pouty lips as the girth slapped square against Austin's belly.

Aras reached out to skim his thumb around Austin's mushroom-shaped crown. Austin bit down on his lower lip, wanting to push Aras away, yet never feeling hotter in his whole life.

Aras squeezed down hard on Austin's scepter as he felt Bobby line that monster cock up to his hole. With some pre-cum worked into Bobby's shaft, he began to ease his weapon inside his teammate's pert buns. Unsurprisingly to Bobby, Aras wasn't that tight a fit, and slowly but surely, he got over half of his flesh cannon inside that warm, inviting anus. Ebony inside the deepest ivory.

Aras leaned into Austin's barrel chest, screaming his pain and bliss at the rough fuck of his man-mountain of a teammate. Austin just sat back, in a daze, while Aras licked his nipples and stroked his tumescent penis. Austin didn't even go near Aras' cock - Bobby did the hand job. Austin was so confused by the whole experience, he only began to stir when he felt another set of lips on his body. These on his neck.

He turned his head to find himself caught in a stubbled, white hot, man-on-man kiss. Austin found himself enjoying the kiss with Nick. Nick was such a great guy. Austin felt so close to him, even in the short time they knew each other. He couldn't see himself with another man, but kissing Nick, feeling Nick's hands carressing his body, Nick's shaft sliding up and down his bare back and ass, just felt right.

Nick had been with one or two guys in college but had left those days behind in his attempts to set goals in life. Out here on the island, anything could happen, and nobody would ever know. Nick threw caution to the wind and dove down onto Austin's wide wand, and stuck his knees between Austin's ears, slapping Austin's face with his hard 6 inches until Austin began to lick and kiss the tender vein running down Nick's shaft.

Nick's balls settled into Austin's mouth, and Austin licked and suckled at the sweat of them. Nick leaned over to cup Aras' low-hangers as they smacked against those lean thighs with each violent thrust from Bobby. Nick had never seen a man quite so beautiful as Aras in that moment of utter submission to Bobby. His eyes were full of fire and frenzy. Nick leaned over to kiss Aras, a gentle kiss as Nick nibbled on Aras' lush lower lip.

They had to reach an end at some point, and they did. Bobby came first, sinking his teeth into Aras' soft, pale neck. Aras was next, exploding his pent-up seed into Nick's callused hand.

Nick abruptly pulled out of Austin's mouth and whispered an idea into Austin's ear. Austin smirked and as they kissed, he complied. The two of them surrounded Aras' baby face, so innocent and pure, and unloaded seeming gallons of cum on his unblemished features. His eyes, nose and mouth dripped of cum.

Bobby laughed and slapped his spent snake against Aras' cheeks (both sets), the facial set of cheeks adding his last few drops of cum to Austin's and Nick's collection.

The three men then fed Aras their loads, ending with Nick saving sticking each and every one of his fingers in Aras' mouth, feeding Aras the semen he had spurted into Nick's hand.

There were no loving kisses or pillow talk. The next day, the men would swear none of this had ever happened. It was just an outpouring of lust and anxiety and insanity. But deep down, they knew they had crossed a line, and secretly wondered how this might affect them as they continued in the game.

Tom, Reece, and Chris from Endurance Hawaii

Reece (Purple), Tom (Brown), Chris (Gray)

Tom

Reece lay restless in his bunk. It was late at night, around midnight or so. The rigorous competitions of the prior day had taken their toll on the other guys as they were fast asleep. However, Reece lay underneath the sheet tossing and turning. He was only wearing his red
flowered boxers. It had been more than two weeks since he last jerked off. Reece's balls were burning and needed some relief. Being on the island for two weeks now, he had not had the chance to jerk off. He was afraid of doing it in the showers as the other guys were showering in the stalls next to his. He was afraid to do it in the bunkhouse as the other guys might wake up and catch him.

"Jeeze",  he thought, "I can't take it much longer. I wonder how the other guys are dealing with it. They must need to jerk off too."

Reece gently fondled his semi hard 6 & 1/2" thick dick. "Screw it.", he thought, "I have to go take care of this."
Reece quietly got out of his bunk and quietly opened the door and left the bunkhouse. He was still in his boxers. He brought a towel with him.

As Reece walked through the trees, the moonlight highlighted his tight, toned, tanned muscular physique. He stood about 5' 7" and weighed about 145lbs. He had gorgeous thick blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Reece had a very handsome face and well defined body. One could see he was into sports by the size and definition of his shoulders, biceps, chest and tight abs. His legs were also well defined from his various physical activities. His ass had that perfect round, tight shape. At home he was the heartthrob of his neighborhood and school. All the girls on Endurance thought h was hot!!

Reece found an isolated spot behind a tall palm tree. He laid the towel down and sat on it, leaning his back against the tree. He leaned his head back against the tree also and let out a soft sigh of relaxation. Reece gazed into the night sky. It was a beautiful night. The stars were sprinkled across the cloudless sky and the mighty moon dusted the night with it's soft light.

The moonlight reflected off Reece's smooth, hairless, toned chest. His nipples were hard. He slowly ran his strong hand across his smooth, tight, abs. He plucked at the small brown kinky hairs beneath his belly-button that led to his     6  & 1/2" of delectable manhood.

Reece's hand smoothly slid beneath the waistband of his red flowered boxers. His fingers reached and fondly caressed his limp boytoy. It did not take long however with the coaxing of his fingers for the blood to surge through the veins and cause his pole of perfection to stand at attention.

"OOOooooo", Reece gently moaned. His stiff, warm, hard, hot dick felt so nice in the grip of his strong hand. Reece gingerly and tenderly began running his fingers up and down his thick shaft. He reached a little lower and fondled his big balls. They felt so squishy like a hacky-sac. He was proud of the size of his dick and balls. In the lockerroom back at school, he would notice other boys taking glimpses of it. Reece knew some of them were impressed and envious.. He was never bashful about letting it hang out to dry after a shower in the locker-room.

While Reece was thoroughly enjoying his lone night escapade, he was unaware that Tom had secretly followed him out of the bunkhouse.

Tom was a great looking boy himself. He stood about 5'10" and weighed about 135lbs. He had a very lean physique, but is was quite sexy. Tom had bushy brown hair, big brown eyes and an adorable face. His arms, chest, abs, and legs were lean but defined. He had a cute ass and a great smile. Although many girls in his hometown wanted him, he would have none of them. Tom was gay and he knew it. There were a couple cute guys in his town that he had some fun with on occasion.

While Reece was fondling himself, Tom being ever so stealth, was watching. Tom reached his own hand beneath his shorts to caress his throbbing 7" cock. Ever since day one, when Tom first saw Reece, it was an instant crush. Tom thought Reece was so hot!! He really loved watching Reece's butt cheeks move side to side beneath his red flowered shorts. Reece's boxers and shorts almost had identical prints.

"What a great ass!!" Tom had thought. Tom also really enjoyed watching Reece in the competitions - his muscles would flex, sweat would drip off his well toned body.

"OOoooh man," Tom would think to himself. Tom even had the good fortune to see Reece's healthy manhood after Reece showered one day. Tom always planned his showers later after the others so he could whack off in the shower. He fantized about wrapping his hand or putting his lips around Reece's luscious, appetizing manhood.

Tom's eyes were fixated on Reece's jerking session.

"CRRRAAACCCKKK!!!!" in an instant the branch Tom was leaning against broke and shattered the silence.

Instantaneously, Reece snapped out of his pleasurable jerking session and swung his head around to see what the noise was.

Tom was caught. He felt so embarrassed and  ashamed. He quickly withdrew his hand from his shorts and blushed.

"What the hell are you doing over there?", Reece asked very agitated.

"Um, well, I, um.. .I ,um", Tom had know idea what to say.

"You were watching me weren't you.",  Reece said annoyingly.

"Well I, um, um. . . . I um.", Tom stuttered again not knowing what to say.

"Jeesh, a guy can't even have a little privacy to jerk off.", Reece grumbled.

"I'm sorry man.", Tom embarrassingly said.

Reece was really annoyed. His dick was now limp and his balls were burning even more then before. He stood up.

Tom came from behind the brush and walked towards Reece. Reece stood there scratching at his crotch as Tom stood face to face with him.

"Reece, I'm really sorry man.", Tom said intently looking into Reece's deep blue eyes.

Reece stared back into Tom's big brown eyes, "No worries", he begrudgingly said.

They were both transfixed with each other's eye contact. Just then, Tom reached his hand forward and brushed against Reece's crotch area. Reece did not break the stare. His dick swelled as Tom began ever so gently fondling it.  Reece's dick became very hard as Tom took more liberty and started gently pulling at it.

Both their heads leaned forward and they quickly kissed. Reece's head snapped back. This was a whole new territory for him.

"Don't worry.", Tom softly spoke as he continued looking intently into Reece's gorgeous twinkling blue eyes., "It's ok, it's ok."

Tom clinched his fist around Reece's cloth covered stiff dick. Reece's body twitched with delight. Reece looked into Tom's big brown eyes, leaned forward and passionately kissed him. Both boys  embraced one another and fervently yet passionately kissed each other beneath the starry night. Their hands roamed each other's backs and even grazed each other's round cute asses.

Tom broke the kiss, let go of Reece's stiff dick and removed his shirt. Reece gazed at Tom's torso. What an enticing body he possesses. That lean chest and nickle sized nipples. Those smooth alluring abs. Those long lean legs. Reece had never thought this way before, but "Damn he's hot!!" Reece thought.

Tom's 7" hard dick pressed at his shorts. Reece leaned in again to kiss him. Their hands groped each other's ass cheeks. Their strong, stiff, solid dicks prodded at each other's crotch and belly areas. Their testosterone peaked as Reece and Tom were both consumed with lust.

Tom nibbled at Reece's ear and neck. "Ooooooh man!!" Reece moaned, firmly grabbing Tom's ass and pulling him forward more aggressively into his own manhood.

"OOOoooooohhhhh!!!!", Reece moaned as his body tensed and load after load of cum exploded from his stiff dick. It was such a heavy volume it soaked through the boxers and unto Tom's belly and shorts.

Tom stopped nibbling at Reece's neck. He looked into Reece's eyes and giggled.


"Whew!!, did I need that!!", Reece said catching his breath.

"Looks like you've been saving it for sometime.", Tom said as he reached down and gathered some on his fingertips.

"Mmm, good.", Tom said licking the cum off his fingertips.

Reece just smiled. Tom started licking at Reece's smooth, hairless, masculine chest. Tom nibbled at Reece's hard nipples. While his chest was getting a thorough lip and tongue cleansing, Reece reached down and grabbed Tom's stiff dick.

"Hmmm.", Reece thought, "his dick is fucking hard!!" Reece was enjoying fondling Tom's long stiff prick.

Tom continued carassing Reece's chest and torso with his red moist lips and his tantalizing tongue. Tom knelt on his knees causing Reece to loose his grip on his dick. Tom licked the cum on Reece's red flowered boxers. Reece's dick was coming to life once again.

Tom pulled Reece's boxers off. Reece's dick was semi-hard and staring Tom right in the eye. That sweet piece of meat was nestled in some black, kinky, thick pubic hairs. Tom glanced up at Reece.

"I don't know who is going to enjoy this more, me or you?", Tom said. Just then, Tom opened his mouth and engulfed Reece's manhood. Reece grabbed unto Tom's bushy brown hair and instantaneously thrust forward.

Despite having most of Reece's stiff dick in his mouth, Tom still cracked a smile. Tom grabbed unto Reece's white ass cheeks and pulled them forward forcing more of Reece's dick into his eager mouth. Tom swished and swirled Reece's dick in his mouth as much as possible despite the girth.

"Mmm, mmm.", Tom thought to himself. He slowly brought his mouth up the shaft to Reece's mushroom shaped head. He tenderly nursed at the head and licked the slit, slightly parting it with his tongue. Reece was in total ecstacy. He gently and caringly rubbed his hands through Tom's bushy brown hair. Tom was on his knees grasping Reece's firm ass cheeks and sucking on his dick for all he was worth.

Tom's moist red lips embraced Reece's thick warm shaft. His hand tenderly fondled Reece's big balls. Slurping and lip smacking sounds broke the silence of the night as Tom picked up the pace.

"Up-Down", "Up-Down", "Up-Down"

"Uuuppp - Dooowwnn", "Uuuuppp - dooowwnn"

The pace slowed. Reece thrust forward. He lost his breath. The tip of his dick expanded, his shaft grew hotter, and BANG!!! His dick erupted once more. One, two, three loads of salty, creamy, warm "teenboy gatorade."

Tom held unto Reece's tender ass for dear life as he swallowed all three loads of Reece's spunk.

"MMmmmm!!" Tom thought to himself as he slurped up the last of Reece's spunk. Reece's now semi-limp dick slid out of Tom's mouth.

"That was fucking great!!", Reece exclaimed. Tom just looked up at Reece and smiled.

"Can I try?" Reece eagerly asked caught up in all the lustful excitement.

"Sure if you want." Tom replied. The boys switched postions. Reece was now kneeling as Tom stood up. Reece undid Tom's shorts and slid them down Tom's long lean legs. Tom's 7" dick pressed hard on his plain blue boxers. Reece looked up at Tom as he placed his fingers inside the waistband of Tom's boxers.

"Now let's see what you have under here.", Reece humorously said.

Reece pulled down Tom's plain blue boxers. Tom's impressive 7" dick sprang out and pointed towards the moon. It was as hard, stiff, and erect as it could be.

"Wow, you got a long one.", Reece said.

Tom's wasn't as thick as Reece's dick but it was longer. The knob of Tom's dick was pretty big and thick though. Reece gently held Tom's hot, hard dick in his hand and studied it. He looked at Tom's big hanging balls. They were eager to release their venom. Reece looked at Tom's bush of black, kinky, pubic hairs. He giggled.

"The hair around your dick looks like the hair on your head.", Reece jokingly said.

Tom had no comment , he just smiled.

"Well here goes nothing." and with that Reece opened his mouth and engulfed Tom's stiff dick.

Tom instinctively thrust forward. Reece was new to this so he wasn't sure exactly what to do. He started out licking up and down the warm, blood-engorged shaft. He even licked at Tom's big balls. Reece put his mouth over the mushroom head and nursed it. He sucked on it as if it were a toostie-pop.

Tom's eyes were shut. His head was tilted back. His white ass cheeks shone in the moonlight. Tom tightly held unto Reece's blonde locks. He was in pure delight. Reece might be new to this, but dam he was good!! Tom had fantized often about Reece over the past couple weeks, but never did he think Reece's lips would be wrapped around his manhood.

The two teenboys were a silhoutte of overzealous hormones.

Surprisingly to himself, Reece was enjoying sucking on Tom's big dick.

"What the hell", Reece thought, "this action is better than no action."

Reece was getting the hang of it. He started sucking more agressively.

"Up - Down", "Up - Down", "Up - Down"

His golden head of hair bobbed up and down at a steady pace. Tom was in ecstacy. Without warning, he puleed Reece's head forward and thrust his hips hard. Tom's dick erupted with pent-up boyjuice. 1 - 2 - 3 -4 - 5-loads of warm, salty spunk. Reece started gagging as he was not ready or used to this.

Tom thrust forward one last time as his 6TH load shot into Reece's mouth. Reece spit out most of it but did manage to swallow some. Reece let Tom's softening dick slide from his mouth as he tried to gather his composure from gagging.

"Whew", Tom said gently patting Reece on his head, "Sorry about all the spunk."

"No worries", Reece said tenderly grabbing Tom's flaccid dick and looking up at him.

Tom  and Reece both laid down. Their naked bodies glistening with sweat in the moonlight. They both looked so hot. Their young, lean muscular bodies, the thick patches of pubic hairs above  their proud manhood, the pubic hairs beneath their armpits showing their maturity, those cute adorable faces, those hot round, cute asses. No wonder the girls on the island loved them best.

Reece put his head on Tom's chest. Tom leaned forward and kissed Reece on top the head.

"So what do yo think of all this/" Tom asked curious of how Reece really felt about all that just happened.

"Well", Reece said smiling exposing his pearly whites, "I think we give a whole new meaning to the game of Endurance." and with that comment Reece once again gently began fondling Tom's once again rock hard dick!!

The morning after their night of sexual adventure and pleasure, Reece and Tom still lay in their bunks as the other boys were up and about preparing for the day's activities.

"Let's go Reece!, Let's go Tom!", Chris yelled as the other boys left the cabin for breakfast.

"Ugh", was all Reece could murmer as he slowly rustled under the covers.

"We have competition in an hour." Chris loudly said as he slapped his hand on Reece's bunk, then on Tom's.

"I'll see you guys at breakfast." Chris said as he left the bunkhouse.

Tom raised his head from his pillow. His gorgeous big brown eyes opened and glanced around. Blonde-haired cutie Reece rolled on his back and stretched his arms out over his head.

"Hey Reece." Tom cheerfully said.

"Hey" Reece mumbled in return.

"Did you have fun last night?" Tom asked.

A big smile came across Reece handsome face. "I sure did.", he replied.

"Check this out." Tom said in his usual vibrant personality.

Reece turned his head to one side to see what Tom was referring to. Tom pulled the covers off his lean sexy body. He pointed to his raging morning wood. His 7 inch dick was pressing firmly on his plain blue boxers. Tom winked at Reece as he still pointed to his boner, "I know someone else who had fun last night to."

Reece's smile became even broader as he gazed at Tom's big stiff dick. "Well", Reece said as he flipped off his own covers, "My Mr.Happy is also very happy this morning." His own big dick was a vision of  the daily phenomenon of teenboy morning wood. It was straining hard against his gray boxer briefs.

Both boys laughed. There lay Tom on his back. His muscular arms lay over his head. A patch of course pubic hair beneath each armpit. His tan muscular chest and ripped abs lay exposed. His patch of kinky little brown hairs led to his tented gray boxer briefs where his mighty pecker pleaded to be released. (mmm-mmm, what a sight!!)

On the other bed, Tom's dark tanned, lean, mouth watering physique lay totally exposed except for his boxers. His long lean legs. His long lean tight torso.. His nickle sized nipples. His manly pit hair. His stiff dick also pleaded to be let out. (mm-mmm, what a sight!!) Both boys represented the epitome of young male beauty.

Tom hopped out of bed and walked over to Reece who was on an upper bunk. Tom glanced around to make sure the coast was clear. He then leaned forward and kissed Reece on the cheek and gently grabbed Reece's stiff dick.

"Last night was a blast." Tom whispered into Reece's ear. They were nose to nose. Reece titled his head up and kissed Tom on his juicy red lips. He opened his mouth to french kiss him. Tom slipped his hand under Reece's boxers. He laid his long fingers on Reece's thick, hard, warm shaft. It felt soooo warm and soooo firm!!  He gently fondled it. Reece's hips instinctively jerked forward. Tom lowered Reece's boxers below his hips.

They continued kissing passionately. Tom quickened the pace on Reece's hard dick, sliding up & down, up & down, up & down. Within moments as their lips were locked and their tongues were wrestling and Tom continued the rhythm on Reece's dick, Reece's body tensed. He lost his breath. Tom give one last good jerk and POW!!! Load after load after load of teenboy spunk shot from his dick. It shot unto his chest and some dribbled unto Tom's hand.

"Oooooh, maaaannnn.", Reece said as the preasure was released from his tight churning balls. "Oh god" he said as Tom squeezed the last drop from his softening dick.
"Well we better get ready and head to breakfast before the others wonder where we are at and come looking for us." Tom said as he licked his cum covered fingers.

Reece with a look of immense satisfaction and total gratification on his angelic face, leaned forward once more and kissed Tom's ruby red lips. "Thanks", he said, " Later tonight I'll return the favor."

After washing up and dressing, the two teens met the others for breakfast. The grueling competitions  began shortly after. Every so often during the excitement and activity, Tom and Reece would make eye contact and smile at each other. On occasion one or the other would also wink.

Chris noticed the odd behavior between Tom and Reece. He was curious as to what was going on. Did Reece abandon their alliance? Did Reece make a new pack with Tom? Chris was Reece's best friend on the island since the game of Endurance began. He was another very dominate force in the comptetions. Chris and Reece had become very close in their short stay so far on the island. They worked on strategies about the games. They talked about which girls were the hottest and what they'd like to do with them given the chance.

Chris was an attractive young man also. He had brown straight hair, kind of bowl shaped around his head. He had hazel eyes and a cute face. He had a very nice muscular physique. He stood about 5' 9" and weighed about 150 lbs. He also had a very cute ass. Although the girls on the island thought Tom and Reece were the hottest, Chris was not far behind on their polls.

During a temporary break from the challenges, Chris approached Reece."Hey come over here.", Chris said motioning for Reece to walk with him.

Reece's blonde bangs were matted to his forehead with sweat. He had wet sweat stains beneath his armpits. He had sweat stains on the center chest area of his shirt and also on the top of his ass crack on his shorts. The veins on his forearms were pumped with blood from the activities. His muscles were as ripped as ever. He looked like a real competitor, a real sportsman.

"What's up?" Reece said walking with Chris. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the lower part of his shirt exposing his tight abs.

"What's the deal with you and Tom?", Chris whispered.

"What do you mean?"  Reece answered.

"I mean you guys looking at each other and winking a couple times. What gives? Did you make an alliance with him?" Chris stated.

"No,no, don't worry."  Reece assured Chris,

"You and me, we're still tight."

"Well then what's going on?" Chris asked.

"Do you really want to know?" Reece asked in return.

"Yes" Chris said a little agitated.

"Then later tonight come into the woods with us, but don't say a word to the others." Reece replied and with that statement the whistle blew and the challenges resumed.

Later that night in the bunkhouse when the others were fast asleep,
Tom and Reece quietly rose from their bunks. "Ready" they whispered to
each other.

Chris immediately got out of his bunk. "I'm coming to." he whispered.

Tom looked at Reece.

"I invited him." Reece whispered.

"Ok," Tom said smiling.

The three young sexy males quietly left the bunkhouse each wearing shorts and a tee-shirt. Reece carried a lantern and Tom carried a blanket.

"Where we going?" Chris asked.

"Not too far." Reece replied. Reece led the way into the woods. "Here," he said pointing to an open spot on the ground behind some trees. Tom lay the blanket down. Reece hung the lantern on  low hanging branch.

"Ok, so now what?" Chris asked still puzzled.

"Well Chris", Reece said,"Tom and I sort of help each other."

"Huh?", Chris replied

"Well", Tom said as he stood behind Reece and wrapped his arms around him, "We sort of help each other release some tension."

Chris was getting really weirded out. "What tension?" he asked.

From behind, Tom reached his hand towards Reece's crotch. "Sexual tension." Tom said grasping Reece's crotch. Reece body twitched.

"This is weird." Chris replied, "You guys are nuts."  He started to leave.

"Wait, don't leave." Reece said, "It's fun, trust me Chris, it's fun."

Chris turned around. Reece leaned his head back as Tom was still behind him. Tom and Reece began to kiss. Tom continued to fondle Reece's pecker. Chris was stunned. He could not believe these two boys were kissing. He noticed Tom's hand on Reece's dick and how he was groping it. Reece's shorts were tented out from an evident hard-on. From behind Tom was pressing his cloth covered dick into Reece's cloth covered ass.

Still stunned, Chris just sat down and leaned against a tree.

Tom was humping Reece's from behind. The boys were passionately kissing. Tom slipped his hand beneath Reece's shorts. He was getting accustomed to the procedure. He really enjoyed grasping a hold of Reece's big stiff dick. Tom gently but firmly grasped Reece's hard hot pump and began massaging it. Reece immediately turned to face Tom. Their kissing and body groping was hardcore. Their hormones were ablaze!!

Chris sat there puzzled but yet mesmerized. "Reece gay?" he thought, "maybe Tom but not Reece." Although he was flabbergasted at the site before him and more than a little confused,
his own dick began to stiffen.

Tom dropped to his knees. Reece took his shirt off, then Tom took his off. Reece's sexy, succulant body with those muscular biceps, shoulders, and chest glimmered in the lantern's light. Reece's dick pressed powerfully against his shorts. Tom grabbed the waistband and pulled both shorts and boxers off with one tug. Reece's shorts and boxers were now at his ankles. Reece's 6 1/2 inch ever so stiff thick dick was released.It looked like a ripened banana. Precum oozed from it's slit.

Chris was in shock to see Reece's dick. "Wow", he thought, "it's so hard." Chris own dick was quite hard now also.

Tom wasted no time and opened his mouth and wrapped his juicy red lips on Reece's thick shaft.

Up & down. Up & down. Up & down. Like a pro, Tom nursed Reece's dick. It tasted even better than the night before. It was sooo warm, sooo hard, sooo tasty. (mmm-mmm)

Reece's shut his eyes and tilted his head back. This was heaven. Tom's soft wet lips sucking his dick.The cool saliva , the up and down rhythm—this was ecstacy!!

Tom grabbed Reece's cute round ass cheeks and pulled them forward. He went down hard on Reece's dick. It touched the back of his throat. Reece's body tensed, he lost his breath, he thrust his hips foward. BLAST!!! his white, creamy, salty serum burst from it's caged lair.

Tom held on and swallowed every drop of Reece's warm, salty boy-juice.

Chris eyes widened, he was in disbelief. His own stiff dick was oozing pre-cum.

"Whew", Reece said gaining his breath, "That was fucking great!!, man, just fucking great!!" His limp dick slipped from Tom's mouth.

Tom stood up, his own lean, succulant, bare, tanned chest, glimmering in the lantern's light. Reece reached down and pulled Tom's shorts and boxers off. Both boys were now totally naked. Reece started to get on his knees.

"No"  Tom said, "Lay down."

Reece looked into Tom's intent eyes. Tom kissed Reece on the lips, then guided him to the ground. Reece was on his stomache. His cute white ass glowed in the dark.

Tom knelt over him. His ever so hard 7 inch dick pointing out as if to find a target. Tom lay atop Reece. He leaned forward and whispered, "This won't hurt that bad, I'll be gentle."

He tenderly kissed the side of Reece's neck. He started pushing the tip of his dick into Reece's ass cheeks.Tom was gentle, smooth, passionate, and tender. His big stiff, hard, dick parted Reece's round ass cheeks. It found it's target. Tom gently thrust froward. Reece grimaced.

After a few moments of gentle pushing, Reece relaxed more and wasn't in as much pain. Tom began to thrust more aggressively.

Chris watched in awe. His own hand instinctively stroking his own dick.

Tom was thrusting harder and faster. Both teenboys were sweating. Tom pulled back enough that the tip of his dick was at the edge of Reece's hole. He then thrust it forward with authority. After several moments of this pattern, Tom's lean body tensed up. His hips thrust forward with intensity. He bite his lip. BANG!! Like a gun, load after load shot from his stiff dick into Reece's tight ass. It was a powerful orgasm.

When Tom's body finally relaxed again he lay his head on Reece's muscular back.

"Oh, god, that was good." Tom said rubbing Reece's ass cheeks and kissing the back of his neck.

Reece rolled over. They were side by side kissng each other and gently rubbing each other's bodies.

Chris stood up and walked over to them. "Wow" was all he could say. His own big dick was pressing against his shorts.

Tom and Reece both looked up at Chris. "Looks like somebody wants to come out and play." Tom said reaching for Chris' shorts. Reece jumped up and pulled Chris' shirt off. Chris young, manly, mature physique was a testament to his own sports competitiveness.

Tom and Reece were aghast to see Chris'  manhood. Eight Inches of rock hard, thick, uncut, beef jerky. He had a thick patch of black pubic hair and two big hanging balls.

"Impressive!!" Tom said smiling at Chris.

"Go ahead." Tom said getting on all fours and wiggling his ass at Chris.

Chris was still a little hesitant.

"Go ahead" Reece assured him, "Just do it."

Chris' dick was oozing gobs of pre-cum. He bent over behind Tom's cute round ass. Chris pushed his dickhead towards Tom's hole. Without much hesitation, he pushed it in. Tom grimaced a little. He was not used to such a big one.

Chris started thrusting in and out. His natural sexual instincts took over. Reece own dick was rock hard once again. (Reece himself give a whole new definition to the game of  Endurance.) He stood to the side of Tom and Chris. His dick was looking Chris in the eye.

Chris continued to pump Tom's sweet ass. The testosterone filled the jungle air. He figured "what the hell." He opened his mouth and started sucking on Reece's dick. At first it was a little tricky to do both deeds, but being the athlete that he is, Chris managed to get the hang of it.

Chris thrust in and out of Tom's cute ass as his lips gingerly caressed Reece's stiff dick. He was a natural. Tom and Reece were both enjoying it. Reece was pumping his own dick in and out of Chris' mouth. It was a three way sex fest.

Chris gave one last powerful thrust. His dick swelled to full capacity and then exploded!! As his dick burst forth with cum his lips tightly locked around Reece's hot hard shaft.Tom never had so much cum shot up his ass before.

Within seconds of Chris' own orgasim, Reece shot his load into Chris' mouth. Chris spit it out though, he wasn't impressed with the taste.

All three boys sort of fell unto the blanket and on top of one another. Legs,arms, soft dicks and balls intertangled. Their young, sexy, sweaty, nude bodies lay exhausted under the night sky.

"So Chris," Reece said looking at him and rubbing Chris' chest "What do you think?"

"Yeah, Chris," Tom said rubbing Chris' legs, "What do you think?"

Chris looked at both of them. He smiled that sexy smile of his and said. " I think I'm really going to like this new alliance."

[ So what did you think? e-mail Mitch at Atticus18@webtv.net ]

Nick Jonas and Taylor

Taylor wanders through the throng, hands tucked into his pockets as he
looks for someone to hang with. He spots a few familiar faces, but most
seem to have already split off into impenetrable cliques.

Taylor's passing through the ridiculously ornate living room when he hears
a familiar voice, just behind him. He turns and finds Nick Jonas facing
down a couple of older ladies in business suits.

"I'm sorry, that's not something I'm willing to discuss. If you aren't
interested in cleared topics, perhaps you should move on." Nick's voice is
soft, but there's a coldness, a determination about him that makes one of
the women literally take a step back.

Taylor's caught. He's never met Nick, but he's heard an earful about the
kid from Selena, and none of it good. Taylor believes in reserving
judgment, but it's difficult when you know so much.  He's reluctantly
impressed though as he observes Nick calmly and politely check the
aggressive execs from Seventeen Magazine, again and again.

One lady leaves and comes back with a couple of glasses of punch. She hands
one to Nick and then thanks him for his time, thanks him for attending. She
swivels on her heel and Taylor realizes he's been spotted as both ladies
move towards him.

"Taylor, dear! Hello and welcome. I'm Alexandra Pittenson, editor-in-chief
for Seventeen, and this is Sandy Edwards, head of production design for our
website," Alexandra pauses, but before Taylor can respond, she runs a hand
down his chest and says, "Oh! This is the suit you wore on the Tonight
Show, isn't it? Excellent choice."

"I- T-thank you," Taylor stutters, embarrassed and flustered. He left his
bodyguard outside, thinking he'd have no need for security inside the
party...possibly, that was a mistake.

"Taylor, hi!"

All three of them turn to Nick, who's just sort of shoved himself into
their little circle, between Taylor and his assailants.

Nick offers the ladies a closed-mouthed smile and says, "I'm sorry, but I
just remembered something really important I need to ask Taylor."

He doesn't wait for their permission, he just takes Taylor's elbow and
pulls him into the next room.

Once they're out of sight, Taylor laughs and clamps a hand onto Nick's
shoulder.

"Wow. Thank you, man!"

Nick offers him a crooked grin and shrugs. "I've been there...though I
can't believe she actually groped you."

"Women are...well, I've been learning a lot about them since New Moon came
out. They can be pretty wild."

"Oh? What's changed since your movie came out?" Clearly Nick hasn't seen
it.

Taylor starts to tell him about all the shirtless-ness, but Nick abruptly
holds up his drink.

"Here, I can't drink it."

"Why not?" Taylor takes the punch a little warily.

"I'm pretty sure it's got sugar and I'm diabetic," Nick explains. "I'm
sorry, you were saying?"



Taylor's not sure how long they've been talking when it hits. His eyelids
go heavy and his skin starts to feel tight, overhot. Nick is going on
excitedly about a softball team he started over the summer, and Taylor
can't look away from his mouth. Nick's a crooked-talker, which is adorable,
and he's got these full, almost red lips that look really soft.

Without thinking, Taylor cups Nick's cheek, brushes his thumb across Nick's
open mouth.

Nick recoils and knocks Taylor's hand away, but even feeling all weird and
spaced out, Taylor's able to catch Nick's wrist. He twists it behind Nick's
back and pins Nick to the wall.

"Mnnn," he hums, face pressed to Nick's soft curls. They smell good. Nick
smells good and he's slender but solid under Taylor, which is nice.

"Taylor...Taylor!" Nick's urgent tone finally pierces the fog around
Taylor's mind.

He pulls back, looks Nick in the eye and releases Nick immediately when he
sees that the other boy's actually scared.

"Sorry, sorry," he slurs, frowning in confusion.

He doesn't know what came over him. He tries to straighten Nick's suit
jacket, but Nick moves to the side, away from Taylor, hands raised.

"It's fine, really." Nick's using this soothing voice, but Taylor knows he
messed up.

He stumbles forward and presses his face to the wall, and wow, that feels

good; the wall is so cool.

"Hey, Taylor. Taylor? Are you all right, man?"

Nick's there again, at his elbow, so Taylor forces his eyes open. He blinks
blearily at Nick as Nick frowns at him, obviously worried.

"Hmm?" Taylor prompts.

"Are you feeling okay? You don't look so good."

Nick lifts a soft, dry palm to Taylor's cheek and Taylor sighs, "Nick,
you're so sweet. Not like Selena said."

"Is everything all right?" Some lady asks from behind Taylor.

He's too lazy to turn around and see who it is. Instead he watches Nick as
Nick talks to her.  "I don't know. Can you call a doctor? I think he's
sick."

"Oh no! I hope not, but...yes, of course I'll call someone. Why don't you
take him to one of the bedrooms? The third one on the left, down that
hallway. I'll have the doctor meet you there."

Nick nods at her and wedges himself under Taylor's arm, one hand tight on
Taylor's waist.

Taylor leans on him heavily as they make their way down the hall. He could
probably walk fine on his own, but he likes having Nick so close, likes
touching Nick.

When they reach their destination, Nick pushes him back onto the bed, but
Taylor pulls Nick down on top of him.

"Hahaha. Okay, let me up. Now." Nick's probably not kidding, but Taylor
can't let him go.

Taylor gets a hand on Nick's ass and pushes, grinding Nick against his
erection.

"Whoah!" Nick starts fighting in earnest and Taylor flips them, pins Nick
so easily.

He's got Nick's wrists twisted behind his back again, so Nick's arched up
into him, staring at Taylor through narrowed eyes. His mouth is open on
harsh, panting breaths and his cheeks are red, curls falling loose around
his face, perfect skin all sweaty-sparkly.

"You- Didn choo kiss Slena on the firs date?"

"Are you drunk? No, you only had--" Nick's brows draw together and he cocks
his head, like he's thinking, then his eyes go wide. "That drink! There was
something in the drink I gave you."

Taylor doesn't really care, he just wants Nick's mouth. On his. Right now.




Nick feels terrible. He'd just been trying to help Taylor--save him from
the vultures--and now Taylor's drugged, and it's all Nick's fault. So, when
Taylor kisses him, Nick lets it happen.  Maybe if Nick doesn't fight, just
lies back, Taylor will lose interest and just fall asleep. He looks sleepy,
but his dick is hard, a thick line of heat digging into Nick's hip.

Nick closes his eyes and breathes through his nose as Taylor licks and
bites his lips, breath smelling of fruit punch. He's trying to shift his
weight off his wrists when he hears the door open.

Oh, thank God, he thinks as Ms. Pittenson and a swarthy, doctor-looking man
enter. They pause just inside the door, shock clear on their faces, and
Nick tears his mouth free.

"Get him off, please," Nick begs, closing his eyes again as Taylor groans
and ruts into him.

"Oh my!" Ms. Pittenson exclaims, just before Nick feels Taylor pulled away.

"Oh, c'mon. L've us'lone," Taylor whines, hands hard on Nick's
wrists. "Jus- just wan'im to suck me."

Nick's face is on fire, or at least, that's how it feels. He can't look at
anyone as they pry Taylor completely off him. Nick jumps to his feet once
he's free and Taylor faceplants onto the bed, groaning theatrically about
how all he wants is Nick's mouth, why can't he have it?

Nick starts to back out of the room, but the doctor straightens up and
motions Nick closer.

"Keep an eye on him, while I check Nick," the doctor tells Ms. Pittenson,
who's sitting beside Taylor, stroking his back.

Nick frowns at both of them and follows the doctor over to the dressing
table.  "Doctor?" Nick prompts.

"Carbonell," the man offers, taking a syringe out of his bag.

"I'm fine, really, but..." Nick puts his back to the bed and whispers, "I
don't know if Ms.  Pittenson can be trusted to watch Taylor."

The doctor raises his eyebrows and glances over at Ms Pittenson. "Oh, and
why not? She seems genuinely concerned for him- oh!"

Nick turns, alarmed by the doctor's change of expression, and Carbonell
wraps an arm around Nick's chest, trapping Nick to him, Nick's arms pinned
at his side.

"Shouldn't have given him your drink, Nick. You just made things a lot more
difficult than they had to be."

"What? You...what's going on here?" Nick struggles, but he can't break the
doctor's hold either.  He hates being small.

"Stay still, or you're really going to get hurt." There's enough menace in
Carbonell's tone to make Nick freeze up. "Good boy," he mutters, just
before Nick feels a sharp prick at his neck.

The drug hits Nick much faster, having been injected straight into his
bloodstream, and Nick droops in the doctor's arms. He can't focus, can't
make sense of what's happening. He's vaguely aware of being stripped
down--the cool air on his skin feels nice--and laid out on something soft.

"Nick...pretty Nick," someone whispers, mouth hot on Nick's cheek.

Nick forces his eyes open and sees Taylor's flushed face close to his.

"Hey," Nick drawls, smiling, happy that it's Taylor touching him and not
the lady or scary doctor.

"Oh," Taylor says, eyes heavy on Nick's mouth. He shifts, moving to cover
Nick completely, and Nick groans. He can't help it; he's never been
all-the-way naked with someone before. He can't believe how good it
feels. Taylor's skin is hot, like Nick's, and smooth, though he's a little
hairier than Nick.

"Taylor," he breathes, wrapping his arms around Taylor and arching into the
bigger boy, legs spread to cradle Taylor's hips.

"Nhhh--" Taylor takes his mouth again and this time Nick opens to him
eagerly.

Nick's head spins and his dick aches, trapped low against his belly as
Taylor ruts against him. He kneads at the taut, shifting muscle in Taylor's
back, sucks on Taylor's tongue and rocks up into Taylor's thrusts. They're
both sweaty and shaking, and Nick wonders if Taylor's ever done this
before.

Taylor breaks the kiss, dragging his mouth down across Nick's jaw and
throat before he sits up.  He's flushed, chest heaving as looks down at
Nick, thumbing Nick's moles and touching Nick's sweat-damp curls.

"What?" Nick asks, not understanding why Taylor had to go so far away.

Taylor shrugs and smooths his palms down Nick's chest, pausing at Nick's
belly. It's pretty flat when Nick's on his back, but the skin there is
still softer than most of the rest of Nick. Taylor's touch is too much,
feels too good. Nick gasps and digs his head back into the pillow, reaching
for his dick.

Taylor makes a displeased little sound and Nick looks down at him.

Taylor knocks Nick's hand aside and grips his dick, starts working Nick
with strong, hard pulls, and Nick fists the sheets, loses himself in all
that good feeling. He starts talking, all these ridiculous words pouring
out of him as Taylor milks his dick.




"S'perfect, 'mazing...Taylor, nghhh--" Nick fucks his pink dick into
Taylor's hand, and as Taylor starts to come back to himself, it's easy to
tell just how far gone Nick is. "N'ver had a guy- oh, do this. S'much
better."

Nick's gasping little confessions are killing Taylor. He knows he should
stop, but he's never been with a guy like this and Nick--sweaty and flushed
and wild under him--Nick is doing more for him than any girl ever has. He's
heard so much about Nick Jonas being a control freak, it's completely
mind-blowing to see Nick fall apart this way.

So Taylor drops down and pins Nick's slender, pale hips, lifts Nick's dick
and drags his tongue over the tip.

"Ah!" Nick cries out, his whole body jerking with the shock of it, and
Taylor tastes him again, amazed by Nick's responsiveness.

He traps Nick's leg between his thighs, rubbing his erection against Nick
as he sucks the head of Nick's dick into his mouth. Nick sounds like he's
crying, whimpers shaking his frame as he clutches any bit of Taylor he can
reach. Taylor closes his eyes, wincing when Nick pulls his hair a little
too hard. He doesn't stop though, just works a bit more of Nick past his
lips. Taylor runs his tongue around the shaft, licking curiously at the
salty, sweaty flesh, breathing hard through his nose. Taylor's as wrecked
as Nick, his dick jerking and spurting pre-come--marking Nick's thigh,
balls dragging heavy and hot over Nick's knee--as Taylor rides him.

Nick stops all of the sudden--stops breathing, stops moving--and the next
thing Taylor knows his mouth is flooded with spunk. He chokes and pulls
off, and Nick lets out a great gasp as he finishes, losing his load in hard
pulses against Taylor's face. Taylor wipes it from his eyes and raises up,
wrapping his spunk-covered hand around his aching dick. He starts to jerk
himself, desperate to come, but Nick sits up--panting,
barely-recovered--and gestures Taylor further up the bed.

"C'mere," Nick mutters, tugging at Taylor and then pushing him onto his
back.

Taylor flops back shakily and opens his legs, biting his lip as Nick rolls
atop him and then slides down, putting his sweet mouth right on Taylor.

"Ohhhh," Taylor moans, breath hitching as he watches Nick Jonas suck
him. He clutches Nick's curls and Nick glances up. "Oh God," he whines,
dropping his head back as his balls draw up and his orgasm hits like a
punch to the gut, almost too hard to be good.
Just because I love Logan
Taylor wakes when a beam of sunlight hits his eyes, finds himself in a
strange bed, wrapped up in someone else. They're both sweaty and sort of
stuck together, and the other person is definitely a guy; he's spooning
Taylor, dick nestled right up against Taylor's ass. Taylor's heart starts
to race. His head is pounding and his mouth is dry, a thick, sour taste on
his tongue.

He tries to work himself free without disturbing the other guy, but it's
impossible and just as he slides to the floor he hears a groan.

He kneels next to the bed and lifts his head, meeting Nick Jonas' bleary
but horrified gaze.

Nick pushes himself up and Taylor just stares. He does not know how they
got here, but Nick's all soft and unguarded, naked. Pale, smooth skin
peppered with moles and freckles, curls a mess, cheeks flushed from sleep.

He licks his lips and croaks, "What happened?" He looks around the strange
room. "How did I get here?" He meets Taylor's gaze again and his voice
drops to a whisper. "What did we do?"

Taylor shakes his head. "I have no idea."

Nick drops his gaze and suddenly seems to become aware of his own
nakedness.

He scrambles for the sheet, covering himself before he stands, muttering
something about how he has to get home. Taylor grabs the other sheet and
wraps it around his hips, painfully aware of the dried come all over his
belly, between his legs. He watches Nick hobble toward the bathroom and
feels his face flame. Oh. He takes a few experimental steps, but no, his
ass feels fine.

He checks the bedside table and finds a room service menu. Apparently
they're at the downtown Sheraton--God only knows how they got here. He
hears the shower turn on and starts working his way through the rest of the
room. He finds their clothes in a duffle bag in the closet, along with a
blank dvd in a generic jewel case. There's a note in the bottom of the bag.


Wonderful work, boys. Think of talking to anyone and you will be sorry;
we'll release the recording at the first sign of police involvement.  Go
back to your picture-perfect lives, we'll be in touch when the time is
right.

Skater Boy Riley

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