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 A World of My Choosing   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh   Chapter
Fourteen

   I was deeply troubled by the sexual arousal and hunger that I felt after
kissing Iain.  I had always believed that I was completely heterosexual but
one simple kiss had caused me to question that.

   For the next few days and nights, my mind was constantly busy trying to
sort out my feelings.  I was constantly thinking about how I might be able
to influence Iain and James and all the others yet to come.  I lay awake
late more than one night pondering the question.

   As a kid, I had occasionally played with other boys, sexual play in
which we did everything except fuck each other.  A lot of it involved
wrestling or pretending to fight.  It sometimes ended up in masturbation,
either of ourselves or sometimes a buddy.  On rare occasions we even
performed oral sex on someone.  But I never felt that what we did was
homosexual.  It was just an outlet which our bodies demanded for the
gushing overflow of testosterone and semen.

   I remembered the revulsion I felt when an older kid told us what
homosexuals did to each other.  I couldn't believe they licked each other's
assholes.  What was it he called it - rimming?  He said that rimming was
sort of a preliminary to fucking the other guy in the ass.  I tried to
picture that and then to think how it would feel to fuck one of my buddies.
I thought that when I pulled my dick out, it would be covered with shit and
I knew that would make me sick.  Perhaps that one story had been the cause
of my distaste for anal sex.

   During my almost four years at the Academy, I never had any sort of
sexual relationship with another guy.  I had already committed myself to my
mission of killing Ayatollah Al-Badr and I refused to let anything deter me
from what I regarded as my duty to my parents.  The military had changed
its policy on homosexuality but I knew people were slow to change their
views and I did not want to jeopardize my mission.  I had one source of
relief.  Sometimes I wondered if I was going to have a bigger bicep on my
right arm from jacking off so much.

   After leaving the Academy for duty, I fumbled my way through a few
relationships with girls and an occasional fuck that was never really
satisfied my deepest longings.  When I finally asked Anna if I could sit
with her for dinner, I knew I wanted her, needed her really, as a man needs
a woman.  I was surprised by the depths of my own feelings as I grew to
love her and, when we finally joined together, I knew I had found someone
to complete me and it was good and perfect and wonderful.

   I caught myself looking at Iain and James in a new light.  James was a
beautiful boy and there was no other word to describe him.  His long brown
fine hair had been bleached by the sun until it was a much lighter brown
with golden streaks.  It wasn't long enough for a ponytail but he often
tied a strap of cloth around his forehead to keep it out of his face.  When
he came to our new world, he looked soft and had a white stripe around his
hips.  Already, the white skin had tanned until the stripe barely showed.
In a short period of time, a good diet and daily exercises and almost
constant activity had changed a soft boy into a slim muscular one.  He was
bedeviled by puberty and - his claim - masturbated about three times every
day.

   I knew he needed to feel loved and to be touched and I had tried to
satisfy that need without causing sexual feelings for him or for me.  When
we stood next to each other, I usually had my arm over his shoulders and he
usually had his arm around my waist.  I genuinely liked him and perhaps
that feeling went so far as love but it was the sort of love that I
believed was fatherly or brotherly.  Perhaps he was the one who needed to
be touched but I really liked the physical contact with him.

   I knew I had no desire to fuck him, in spite of his beautiful ass.  The
three of us constantly masturbated together and occasionally went a little
further.  I couldn't see that it would hurt our relationship if we played
with oral sex as I had done as a boy.  I was afraid of what I might do to
his future if I used him in the way the so-called reverend had and I didn't
want to do anything to hurt him.  He had been hurt too much in his young
life.

   My feelings for Iain were mixed.  I still resented the fact that he
refused to share his knowledge with me.  Except for that he was a pleasure
to have around and was constantly surprising me with some strange bit of
knowledge and some very intelligent conversation.  He was a handsome young
man who had also changed since coming to our new world.  His dark-brown
hair was long and wild, his skin was tanned all over, and his body was slim
and muscular, more so than James.  I had teased him about the size of his
dick but it was more than average in size and, like James' dick, frequently
hard.  I wondered how Caitlyn would react when she saw him again.  He was
certainly a much sexier young man.

   I had tried to fuck him in a fit of blind rage and despair and
depression and I was sincerely ashamed of what I had done.  I had wanted to
cause as much harm to his male self-image as possible and I knew that was
an evil thing to do.  I couldn't blame him for being wary of me.  I was
much bigger and stronger than him and I knew that intimidated him.  More
than once, I wished I had not told him about the men I had killed.  That
probably had made him even more afraid of me.

   I had sucked his dick once in anger and tried to get him to return the
favor.  I knew I had hurt him when I tried to rape him and I did everything
I could think of to avoid making any new mistakes with him.  Then he had
come to me in friendship and admitted that he probably would have had sex
with me if my approach to him had been different.  When he kissed me or I
kissed him or maybe it was both, we each had bone-hard erections as a
result.  There was no denying that we were both aroused by kissing each
other.  Again, I couldn't see what it would hurt if the three of us played
with oral sex, the same sort of play I had enjoyed as a boy.  That's the
best way to describe it: as play, sexual but play, intended to give sexual
pleasure and relief to a friend.

   There was one belief which preserved my sanity.  I really believed that
Anna would come to me.  Whoever knew me also knew Anna.  They must have
known how close we had become.  If they chose me to lead this new colony,
they were also choosing her.  Together, as a team, we could be successful
in nurturing and protecting the ones who came here to preserve a small
sample of the human race.  It was so logical for them to choose us as a
team that I could not believe that I was chosen by myself.

   Iain had told me that there was no religion in his background and I
assumed that meant his family was like mine.  Could his words also mean
that there was in his world no all-pervasive religion, the only contagious
form of stupidity?  How far would his background extend?

   The ones who chose me had to know about my complete lack of religious
beliefs.  I had described myself to the mission board as an antitheist or
one who believes that all religions are inherently evil and are simply mass
insanity.  Perhaps that was one reason I was chosen.  Perhaps the ones
sending us to this new world wanted to keep it free of religious evil and
hatred and wars.  If so, what could I do to influence the others to that
belief - a complete disbelief in any version of god or supernatural beings?
Would all of the ones coming here be as free of religion as Iain and I
were?

   In almost all religions I had studied, homosexuality was considered to
be a sin and in some cultures even punishable by death.  I refused to
believe that what I had done as a young boy was either evil or a sin.  I
had only a rudimentary knowledge of human sexuality but I felt that there
was actually no such thing as homosexuality.  I believed that male to male
sexual contact was normal and harmless in young boys, probably because it
was a safe way to cope with adolescent urges and a good way for them to
enjoy their emerging sexuality.  I also believed that by far the great
majority then switched to male to female sexuality as they grew older and
their desire for love and family grew.  I could not understand why the
religious hatred for homosexuals was so virulent around the world, just as
I could not understand the hatred of Christians and Muslins for Jews.

   I tried to think of what I could do to make sure that hatred never took
root in our new world.  I was only one man but if I could convince the
others of the chosen twenty to embrace love, not hatred, perhaps I could
influence all future generations.  I wanted to try.  The only question was
how.  I tried to think of what I could do with Iain and James to start the
process.  I knew I had to walk the walk, as well as talk the talk.  I
decided to try at the first opportunity.

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   One evening after dinner, when the three of us were sitting in the
kitchen talking, James suggested we visit Lightning again.  I looked at
Iain and he nodded yes so I agreed too.  I told James to get a Nutty Buddy
and to cut it into very small portions so we could have treats for the
little fellow.  I even let him use Little Boy to cut it and then let him
wear both knives when we went down the mountain to the jumble of boulders
where Lightning lived.  Since Lightning's territory was only a short
distance away, I went completely nude and without moccasins.  Iain and
James went naked too, except that they put on moccasins.

   At the rocky outcropping, I made the kissy sounds which served to call
Lightening.  He came out of the rocks a few minutes later, followed by a
smaller chipmunk.  They both stood up, held their fore paws in front of
their chests, cocked their heads the same way, and looked at us
quizzically. When Lightening stood up, it was easy to see that he was a
male by two little things between his hind legs.  The new chipmunk didn't
have those two growths so I knew she was a female, perhaps Lightning's
mate.

   We showed them the treats and soon had Lightning running in circles
around a small rock.  His mate stood and watched him get his treat and then
scampered closer for hers.  Iain had just given it to her when we heard
some more chipmunks chattering from a rock crevice a few feet away.  Two
more chipmunks, little immature ones, stood there.  We couldn't get them to
come closer but we tossed them some treats.

   "What are we going to name her?" I asked.

   "I know, David," Iain answered.  "Let's call her Thunder."

   I looked at James and he nodded.

   I approved.  "Thunder and Lightning - I like it, but what about the
little ones."

   "Rain and Snow," James suggested, and Iain and I approved.

   We played with the family for a while longer but the only one that would
perform for us was Lightning.  That meant that he was the only one which
had been trained by somebody before we came here.  That left the mother and
the offspring for us to train, if somebody wanted to attempt it.

   We were almost home when James got me back for my Gotcha.  He lagged
behind, then suddenly slapped me on one buttock, yelled Gotcha, and ran for
the door.  I was just standing there, undecided whether to chase him, when
Iain slapped me on the other buttock, yelled Gotcha, and ran after James.
Both of them were taunting me by repeatedly yelling "Gotcha." I ran after
them.

   They ran down the central hallway into our bed chamber and dived into
Iain's bed alcove.  I crawled in after them, intending to do something to
get them back, but they both attacked me.  For a split second, I thought
they meant real harm but just as quickly I realized they wanted to play. 
Within seconds we had a wild wrestling match going with me against the two
of them.  If I got one down on his back, the other jumped on my back.  They
slapped me anywhere they could, tickled me while I squirmed trying to get
away, and kept up a stream of taunts.  I retaliated by slapping them the
same way, pulling my punches, and trying to tickle two squirming boys.

   For a brief moment, I held James down and blew obscene wet farts on his
stomach.  When I tried to hold Iain down long enough to give him the same
treatment, I couldn't help but notice that he had an already erect penis
and was trying to stick it in my ear.  I didn't resist too much when they
held my arms down and competed with each other in blowing the nastiest
farts on my belly.

   At some point in the melee, James pulled my penis and then Iain yanked
it too.  I pulled theirs in retaliation and within a few minutes we were
all dripping sweat, with red handprints all over, especially on our butts,
and with fully-erect penises flopping around.  What began as a wrestling
match turned into a twisting and turning mêlée of sweaty males pretending
to fuck anybody we came in contact with.  What began with three guys
giggling turned into three guys laughing and yelling obscenities and
screaming as loud as possible.  Then, when somebody grabbed my testicles
for a split second, I decided I'd better yield before somebody got hurt and
I didn't want that to happen.  I certainly didn't want it to be me.

   "Uncle!" I yelled and retreated to the end of the bed away from them. 
"I give up.  You win.  I surrender."

   They looked at my dick, fully erect with red head uncovered, grinned,
looked at theirs, grinned even wider, and then flopped down on their backs
side-by-side on the opposite end of the bed.  We all three lay there,
breathing heavily, grinning like crazy, stroking our penises, and slowly
quieting down.

   James leaned over to Iain, cupped his mouth, and whispered something to
Iain.  They both looked at me and then Iain whispered to James.  They
repeated their tête-à-tête twice more, giggling each time, and then they
crawled across the bed and flopped down on opposite sides of me.  They
squirmed up close and I put an arm over both their shoulders and pulled
them closer.  I had no idea what they wanted but I knew James had come up
with some mischief and Iain had agreed.

   I leaned over, kissed James on the cheek, and then kissed Iain the same
way.  We lay there close together still breathing heavily, hearts pounding,
sweating, and gradually calmed down.  I wondered what James had dared Iain
to do.

   "I'm glad you guys were the first ones to come to be with me," I said.
"I really enjoy your company.  Maybe we're off to a good start for a colony
in this new world.  Now, what is it you two are going to do to me?"

   "And you're going to be a good leader for us, David," James said.  "But
we don't want to do anything to you.  We just thought you might like to
play with us.  I'd like to do something but I don't want you to get mad at
me."

   "OK.  I won't get mad at you.  Go ahead and do it."

   "See, Iain, I told you he wouldn't kill us," James said.

   He moved down the bed, straddled both my legs, put his butt down on my
thighs, and reached down and wrapped one hand around my penis, while
holding his in the other hand.  He stroked mine a couple of times, bent it
to both sides and looked at it, held it straight up with the skin pulled
back, bent over and looked at it intently.  I had no idea whether I was
about to get a blow-job or a hand-job.

   He settled it.  I wasn't about to get either.  He hunched his butt along
my legs until his testicles and penis were directly over mine and then
settled down on me until his testicles were on top of mine.  I watched as
he put his fingers under my dick, his thumb on top of his, and pressed them
together.  He leaned to one side, then the other, leaned forward, pulled
back, and finally grunted once and shook his head from side to side.

   "Damn!" he said.  "Hot damn."

   "James, I told you to quit worrying about having a small dick," Iain
said.  "You're just thirteen and your dick is going to grow a lot more.  It
may end up being as big as his."

   "Yeah, Iain's right, James," I said.  "My father had a big one and I
just got the gene for a big dick from him, just like I got a gene for being
tall.  Give your genes time to do their work."

   "Yeah, but I don't even know who my father and mother were," James said.


   While we were talking, he held his dick pressed against mine but his
hand wasn't moving.  I thought I'd lend him a hand so I pushed his hand
aside, put my fingers over the shaft of his dick, my thumb on the shaft of
mine, pressed our dicks together, and moved my hand back and forth.  He
looked down at what I was doing, looked up at me, grinned, pushed my hand
aside, replaced it with his own, and started jacking us both at the same
time.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed what he was doing for a minute or so. I
didn't want to come yet and I wasn't sure about him.  He was in no hurry.
He stopped, crawled off and flopped down beside me.  I put my arm around
his shoulders and pulled him up close to me again.

   "Well, I know they must have been good looking people, James," I said.
"You're about as good looking a young man as I've ever seen and you've got
a great body.  You'll still be good looking when you grow up.  Girls are
going to want to spread their legs for you.  What more can a man want?

   "Nothing, I guess," he said.  "Iain, you do it now; you said you would."

   Iain crawled over my legs, put his butt down on my thighs, and hunched
along until his genitals were almost on mine.  He looked at me with a
questioning look and I nodded.  I was still sweating from our wrestling
match, my scrotum was completely relaxed, and one of my testicles had
slipped down between my thighs.  He tugged gently until it came back out
and then moved closer until his balls were on top of mine.  James leaned
over, put his thumb on top of Iain's dick, put his fingers under mine,
pinched then together, and then stroked our combined dicks a couple of
times.  Iain and I watched his hand as he did it.

   "Yeah, James, you've just got to keep jacking off a lot," Iain said,
looking down at our dicks.  "If you don't jack off enough, your dick will
get shorter and then draw up and turn inside out into a pussy and you'll be
a girl.  You'll even have tits."

   "Damn!  Will you fuck me if I do?" James asked.  "I hope somebody will."

   "Sure.  I'll be glad to do you a favor," Iain said.

   "Gee, thanks, it's nice to have friends like you, Iain."

   I pushed James' hand aside, caught Iain's, and put it on our dicks.  He
understood.  He immediately started slowly sliding his hand back and forth.
I reached over to James, wrapped my hand around his dick, and started
stroking it just as slowly.  For a moment, nobody had anything to say.

   "David, does a woman really like it when you've got your dick inside
her?" James asked.  "I don't see how a woman's pussy can hold one like
Iain's and yours is a lot bigger.  It looks like it would hurt them."

   "Caitlyn likes mine, James," Iain said.  "The first time we did it, she
was afraid I'd hurt her so I talked her into getting on top of me so she
could control how deep it went in her and told her she could stop if it
hurt her.  I suppose it helped that I'd been kissing her and sucking on her
nipples and finger-fucking her for about a half hour and her pussy was
really wet.  After a while, she was sitting there on top of me with my dick
all the way in her pussy and our pubic hair mashed together and her face
looked like she was in heaven."

   "Anna likes it too, James." I said.  "She likes to get on top of me and
go for a ride.  She can take all of my dick in her pussy and her clitoris
rubs on me somewhere and she bucks like a bronco when she comes."

   "Well, you'd better stop, David," James said.  "You're about to make me
come and I don't want to start bucking yet."

   I stopped.  Iain stopped too and then crawled off me and flopped down
beside me again.  We lay there side by side with three stiff dicks hovering
above three stomachs.

   I remembered the time I had a wrestling match in a camping tent with two
buddies when I was fifteen and how much fun it had been.  We had done a lot
more than just wrestle.  We didn't fuck each other but we did everything
else we could imagine.  I wondered what Iain and James would say if I told
them what I had done with my two friends.

   "I haven't had a good wrestling match like we just had since I was
fifteen," I said.  "We should do it more often."

   "Tell us about it," James begged.

   "Oh, it was just fun, nothing much, just two buddies and me, about the
same age as me.  We were spending a couple of days and one night camping in
a tent at the creek near where we lived.  That night we were in the tent,
butt naked just like we are now, and we had a wild wrestling match."

   "Is that all you did?" Iain asked.  "Come on, David, tell us the dirty
stuff.  What else did you do?"

   "Do you want me to show you?" I asked.  I still remembered vividly how
much fun we had that night.  It was the first time I had ever sexually
played with other guys and I was so wildly aroused I was ready to do almost
anything.  We played until well after midnight and slept until almost noon
the next day.

   "Yeah, show us," James begged.

   "You sure?  If I do, you two will have to play your parts too."

   "I'm sure, David," Iain said.  "Show us."

   "If I do, we're going to end up doing some stuff we haven't done
before," I said, looking at him.  "You might not want to."

   He understood.  "Well, as long as nobody gets fucked, it'll be OK with
me."

   "Yeah, me too," James said.  "My ass is off-limits to everybody but my
dick wants to play."

   I wanted to be sure they knew what might happen.  "OK, no anal sex but
there's still a lot of things we can do to each other.  Don't be in a
hurry. If we do what I did with my buddies, you're going to have about
three or four orgasms tonight."

   They both nodded enthusiastically so I moved from my end of the bed and
told Iain and James to move closer to each other.  When they did, I
straddled their adjacent legs, slid my hands up their thighs to their
penises, and started with a coordinated jack off for the two of them.  They
looked at what I was doing and then at me and slowly grinned widely.  I
jacked them simultaneously for a while and then decided to do what I had
done years ago.  I wasn't sure how Iain would react so I decided to start
with him.

   I slid my hand down his dick and stretched the skin so tight that the
blood-red head was all shiny.  When I leaned over and took it in my mouth,
I heard a quick hissing intake of breath but he didn't say anything.  I
sucked on the head of his dick, licked it like a lollipop, slid my lips up
and down it, kissed it, and then looked up at him.  More than a little
disbelief showed in his face but he was grinning at the same time.

   I sat there for a minute or so, stroking both their dicks at the same
time, while I thought about what I was going to do next.

   I decided to give Iain a little more attention before I turned to James.
I cupped my hand under his testicles and lifted them, sucked one into my
mouth, released it, licked from his scrotum to the head of his penis, took
the head in my mouth, and sucked on it as hard as I could.  When my mouth
wasn't busy my hand was.  This time, when I looked up, his head was thrown
back and his eyes were closed but he was still grinning.

   I took a few deep breaths and leaned over and resumed sucking his dick.
I felt his hands settle on the back of my head and then he started
thrusting upward into my mouth while pressing down on my head.  I knew I
could resist by tightening the muscles in my neck but I decided to let him
play the way he wanted to.  He coordinated his hands pressing down and his
hips thrusting upward and I felt the head of his dick press against my
throat.  Of course I'd heard of deep-throating but I'd never tried to do it
as a kid.  One of his thrusts caused his dick to penetrate too far and I
felt my gag reflex kick in.  I pulled back from him and waited for him to
open his eyes.

   "Don't do that," I said, when he looked at me.

   "I couldn't help it, David.  I didn't know what I was doing," he said.
"It was so good.  I never knew it could be so good."

   "It'll be even better when you teach Caitlyn how to do it," I said.

   "When's my turn?" James asked.

   I kept one hand on Iain's dick, leaned over to James, and gave him the
same treatment, alternating between sucking his dick and jacking him off.
His dick wasn't as big as Iain's but it was a good handful and a good mouth
full.  I sucked one testicle into my mouth, then the other, licked his dick
from his scrotum up to the head, took the head in my mouth, and tried to
suck it off.  When I finally looked up at him, he was grinning, eyes
closed, head thrown back, just like Iain.  I resumed sucking his dick and
this time I deliberately let it slide deeper into my mouth until it started
down my throat.  Gag reflex again.  I had to stop and breathe deeply to get
it under control.  Fuck deep-throating, I thought.

   I sat back on my heels and started jacking the two of them again.  They
both reacted the same way, looking at what I was doing, looking at my face,
and grinning like idiots.  I wondered if they anticipated what I was going
to ask them to do next.  I stopped.

   "OK, who's going to be next?" I asked.  "Who wants to trade places?"

   Iain and James looked at each other.  I didn't want James to be next.  I
wanted Iain to do it, maybe as a way to show that he no longer resented
what I had tried to do to him and really understood what had caused me to
do it.  He put his hand on James' wrist and then said, "I'll do it next."

   "Well, can I show you guys something first?" James asked.

   "What?" Iain and I both answered at the same time.

   "I bet I can do something you guys can't do," he said, grinning.

   I looked at Iain and he just shrugged.  I couldn't think of anything and
I guess he couldn't either.  I nodded to James.

   He scrambled around, pushed me to the far side of the bed alcove, and
then lay down on his back in the center of the bed.  He looked at me, on
one side of him, and then at Iain, leaning against the wall behind his
head. Suddenly he lifted his feet into the air, put his hands on his hips,
pushed up until his legs were almost horizontal above his face, and then
wrapped his arms around his thighs, hands holding onto the opposite wrist.

   He looked at me from his ass-in-the-air position, grinned, and then
said, "I can suck my own dick.  I'll bet you guys can't.  Watch!"

   Iain moved down on the bed and lay down with his head close to James'
side and I moved to the opposite side of him.  I suppose he was satisfied
with his audience.  He tightened the muscles in his arms and pulled down
slowly until his penis was just an inch or so above his mouth.

   "Pull my foreskin back, somebody," he grunted.

   I reached under and pushed his foreskin up his dick until the blood-red
head was exposed.  When I turned loose, the skin slid down a little but
stopped at the ridge around the head.

   James pulled his legs down a little more and I watched as the head
touched his lips.  He stopped, grinned, and then his pink tongue flicked
out and licked his glans a few times.

   He rested for a moment, breathing deeply, and then pulled his legs back
down again.  I watched at the head of his dick disappeared into his open
mouth and his lips closed around it.  His cheeks sucked in a few times and
then he opened his mouth and relaxed again.

   "Now, watch this," he grunted.  "I can fuck my own mouth."

   He pulled his legs down again and Iain and I watched from opposite sides
as he slowly took at least half his dick in his mouth.  He let it back out
until the head appeared and then closed his lips around that and slid about
half into his mouth again.  He did it again and again while Iain and I
watched in disbelief.

   Beyond James' display of how to suck your own dick and fuck your own
mouth, I saw Iain shaking his head and grinning.  After a minute or so I
began to wonder if James was going to come in his own mouth.  He wasn't. 
He finally let his legs drop back down on the bed and lay there grinning
and breathing heavily.

   "Auto-fellatio," I said.  "That's sucking your own dick.  I don't know
what you call it when you fuck your own mouth."

   "You call it unbelievable," Iain said.

   "If I could hold it a little longer, I could give myself a blow-job,"
James said with a big grin.

   "I didn't try to suck my own dick when I was a kid," I said, "but I did
something in the same position you were in.  I jacked off and came in my
own mouth.  I almost puked but I swallowed it."

   James giggled.  "I've done that too.  I couldn't swallow it though.  I
had to spit it back out."

   We both looked at Iain.  "Well, OK.  I'll admit I've tasted mine.  It
was after I started seeing Caitlyn and we hadn't done anything much.  I
took her home one night and then went home and jacked off.  I imagined her
sucking me off and then after I came I was ashamed for wanting her to suck
me off and swallow it.  I was curious what it was like so I tasted it."

   "Well, come on," James said.  "I want to see you two do it."

   At the same time, Iain and I stretched out side by side, lifted our legs
back over our head, and wrapped our arms around our thighs.  I pulled my
thighs down, exhaled and held my breath, opened my mouth, and closed my
lips around the head of my penis and a little of the shaft.  I sucked on it
for a few seconds until I had to breathe and then I let my legs flop down
on the mattress.  I looked over at Iain and saw him still ass-in-the-air
and his cheeks caving in as he sucked on the head of his penis.  He stopped
and let his legs flop down.

   "Well, we didn't think of doing that on our camping trip," I admitted.

   "OK, Iain, you can do us now," James said, and assumed the position at
the head of the bed, leaning back against the wall.  I crawled up next to
him and waited for Iain.

   Iain straddled our adjacent legs, wrapped his hands around James' dick
and mine, and gave us a few slow strokes while looking intently at what he
was doing.  He looked up at first James and then me, smiled, leaned
forward, kissed me on my lips, and started to move back.  Screw that, I
thought.  I grabbed him behind the head, brought his mouth back down to
mine, and opened my mouth to him.  He opened, eagerly I thought, and we
fenced with our tongues for a moment.  When I let him go, he looked at me,
stuck his tongue out at me, and then looked at James.  James had his lips
puckered up and was waiting.  I watched as they both closed their eyes,
opened their mouths to each other, and kissed so long I was wondering when
they would stop.

   Then I watched as Iain gave James the same treatment I had given him. 
He didn't seem at all reluctant to suck James' penis so I assumed he was as
much into what we were doing as I was.  I didn't want either of them to be
reluctant to play with me.

   After a minute or so, he looked at me, smiled, and then proceeded to
make me close my eyes and throw my head back.  He used all the tricks I had
used and then some, except that he couldn't suck my balls into his mouth. I
didn't care as long as he used his hand and his mouth on my penis.

   "You better stop before he blows your tonsils down your throat, Iain,"
James said.  Iain stopped.

   He and James traded places and James showed me that he was eager to play
too.  After a minute or so, when I felt the first faint hint of an
impending orgasm, I put my hand on James' shoulder and stopped him.

   "What's next?" he asked, grinning as widely as possible.

   I showed them what my buddies and I had done years ago and they got the
idea quickly.  We were all lying on our left side, arranged like a
triangle, with me sucking Iain's dick and James sucking mine while Iain
sucked James' dick.  After a minute or so, I told them it was time to
reverse and they switched without a word.  After another minute or so, I
felt a faint urge to blast Iain's tonsils so I stopped them.

   "OK, you two get side by side again.  You're about to come for the first
time tonight.  Keep your hands by your sides and hang on to the bed."

   "How many times did you come that night, David, you know, when you and
your buddies were doing it?" James asked, as they rearranged themselves
side-by-side.

   I honestly didn't remember.

   "Oh, about a dozen times," I lied, as I straddled their adjacent legs.

   Those were the last words I said for a while.  Between my hands and my
mouth, James had an orgasm in about another minute.  With one hand, I
jacked him as fast as I could.  With the other, I slid three fingers back
behind his balls, pulled them forward, teased his asshole with my index
finger, and then pressed hard on the area just behind his balls.  The
treatment triggered a rapid-fire series of squirts into my mouth.  When I
first thought of what I had planned to do, I wasn't sure I could swallow
another guy's ejaculate but it was easier than I thought.  His semen was
probably normal for a thirteen-year-old boy - watery and not much of it.  I
kept my mouth over the head of his dick until I thought he was finished and
then rose up, looked him in the eyes, and swallowed a few times.  Then I
looked at Iain.

   I saw a look of confusion on his face and then I lowered my head and
took the head of Iain's dick in my mouth.  I was a little slower with him
but, once I started, I was determined to suck him off too.  After a minute
or so, I gave him the same treatment with my fingers that I had given
James. When he started squirting, I thought he'd never stop and I soon had
another much larger load of semen to swallow.  I looked Iain in the eyes,
suppressed the urge to throw up, and finally managed to swallow a few
times.

   I moved across the bed from them and lay there propped up and slowly
stroking my penis.  I was as hot and wanting relief as I had ever been.

   "OK, you two can do me," I said.  "You don't have to do what I did. 
Just do something to make me come.  You can use your hands or your mouth or
both.  You can let me come in your mouth or on my stomach.  If you suck me
off, you can spit it out or swallow it.  I don't give a shit which you do
as long as you two do it."

   They each straddled one of my legs and alternated stroking my dick and
sucking it.  I didn't know whose mouth was on the head or whose hand was on
the shaft but I was content to keep my eyes shut and just enjoy it.  I had
been too close to coming for too long and I didn't think I would last long.

   "Hey, look, corn on the cob," James said.

   I felt his teeth on the shaft of my dick, moving in bites toward the
head.  When he got to the end of the cob, he started back at the bottom and
bit toward the head again.  I lifted my hand, determined to swat somebody's
head if he hurt me.  He saw my lifted hand and knew what it meant.  He
didn't bite me.

   "No, dummy, it's a Popsicle," Iain said.

   I felt his mouth on the head of my dick, sucking and licking.  He sucked
on the head, pulled his lips upward and off, and made an audible pop.  Then
he licked around the head like it was an ice cream cone.

   "Yeah, but you'd better be careful.  If he comes in your mouth, there'll
be so much it'll come out your nose," James said.

   "How do you know?" Iain lifted up long enough to say something.  "Have
you done it?"

   James' warning didn't bother him.  He kept doing the same thing: sliding
his hand up and down my dick, trying to suck the head off, and licking then
entire length until he got to the head and then licking it like his ice
cream cone was melting and he wasn't going to let it run down on his hand.
I felt the first strong urge to come and I opened my eyes just enough to
watch what they were doing.

   "Naah, but you've seen how much he comes when he jacks off with us,"
James said.  "It looks like a gallon every time."

   I had to smile at James descriptive abilities.  I knew he was lying.  It
may look like a gallon to him but, as Anna told me once, it's more like a
tablespoon.

   "Really?"

   "Yeah, if he's really horny, he'll shoot so much it'll come out your
nose and squirt out your ears and you'll have white tears in your eyes. 
You'll need to swallow real quick like."

   "What did you say?  I can't hear you."

   I couldn't help it.  I laughed.

   "Let's make him come," Iain said.

   "OK," James said.

   And make me come they did.  With somebody's hand flying up and down my
dick and somebody's mouth sucking and licking the head, I couldn't stop the
inevitable.  I really didn't care if they let me squirt on my chest and
stomach or in somebody's mouth.  Iain had his mouth on the head of my dick
when I came and he held it there while I spurted a few times.  He
straightened up and I could tell he was trying to swallow but his reflexes
were trying to make him hurl.  When a couple of more white blobs oozed out,
I looked at James and raised an eye-brow.  He understood I was daring him.
He leaned over, sucked a few times, and left the head of my dick clean and
shiny when he sat up.  I looked at Iain and saw that he still hadn't
swallowed.  His lips were pressed tightly against each other and I suppose
he was trying to decide what to do with my semen.  Finally he dipped his
head, swallowed noisily, and held his mouth open for me to see.  I looked
at James, saw his lips still clenched, and then saw him swallow too.  I
shook my head in disbelief.

   They scrambled around and lay down side-by-side opposite me.  We all
three lay there calming down, smiling like jackasses, and slowly stroking
our still swollen penises.

   "David, why are we doing this?" Iain asked.

   I looked at him for a moment, organizing my thoughts.

   "I'll give you three reasons.  You can pick the one you like.  One - I
like giving you guys blow-jobs and swallowing.  Two - I was trying to
relive something that happened when I was fifteen.  Three - I decided I
couldn't just talk the talk; I had to walk the walk."

   Both of them looked at me with their faces showing confusion.

   "Look, when I was thirteen, a young boy, a skinny little kid, supposedly
committed suicide by hanging himself from a basketball goal at school.  He
left a journal in which he said three guys at his school had bullied him
and accused of being a queer for months.  From his journal it was clear
that he wasn't a homosexual and had never had sex with anybody.  All three
of the bullies went to a fundamentalist church where the preacher had
preached about how wicked homosexuality was just a week or so before the
hanging.  There were rumors the three bullies killed him and that it wasn't
suicide."

   "Well, did they?" James asked.

   "Who knows?" I answered truthfully.  "The official report said the poor
kid hanged himself.  If he was bullied into hanging himself, yeah, they
killed him."

   "What's that got to do with us?" Iain asked.

   "Iain, religion always has to have some group or practice to hate," I
said.  "If I can have my way, we're not going to let religion and its
hatreds get started here.  We're not going to hate people who do what we
just did.  I think lots of boys have sex with other boys; girls probably do
too.  As they get older, most of them settle down and get married and have
kids.  I hope we can create a world without religion and certainly without
hatred.  I'm going to do my best to make it that way."

   "I still don't understand," James said.

   "Look, have you and Iain fooled around some?  Have you done some of the
things we just did?" I asked.

   James and Iain looked at each other and smiled.  I knew what the answer
was.

   "Well, why didn't you invite me?" I asked.  "You know I'm just as horny
as you are and I like sex just as much as you do."

   "I guess we thought you wouldn't approve," James answered.

   "James, everything you do doesn't have to have my approval," I said,
earnestly.  "I'm not going to try to prescribe what you can and cannot do,
especially when it's about sex.  I asked Iain not to fuck you in the ass
just so you would forget what happened to you in your old world.  But it's
your ass and you can let somebody fuck you if you want them to do it.  When
the others get here, I'm not going to tell them how to conduct their sex
lives.  There's only one thing I'm going to try to influence."

   "I know," James interrupted me, grinning.  "No kissing until they're
married."

   "And no holding hands and other public displays of affection," Iain,
said, grinning just as widely.

   "Do you really think I want to make people behave like that?  When the
others arrive here, you two can put the word out.  I don't want to hear the
words queer and faggot and fag and lesbian and dyke and gay and homosexual
and... Well, you get the idea.  If anyone uses words like that or shows
hatred for someone whose idea of good sex isn't quite like their own,
they're going to have to contend with the biggest, baddest, meanest,
cock-sucker and dick-licker and ball-sniffier and...and..."

   Iain added another term when I stalled, "and semen-swallower."

   "Thank you.  ... and semen swallower, they've ever known or will ever
know.  I mean it!  I will do my best to keep religion and all of its
hatreds out of our world!  If someone wants to believe in some sort of
religious shit, I won't bother them but if they start displaying any
religious hatred, I'll make them wish they had never come here.  We're
going to embrace love, not hate!"

   "What do you think, Iain?" James asked.

   "Well, I guess I can agree that he's the biggest and baddest but the
rest of it...all that shit...he's not like that.  He's a good guy.  He's my
friend."

   "Yeah, I think you're right.  He sure is the biggest, right down to his
dick," James said.

   "Yeah, but I've seen his face when he talks about Anna." Iain said. 
"He's a good man who just needs a woman to love, exactly like me."

   "Yeah, just like me too," James said.  "Except I wish I could have had a
father's and mother's love too."

   Iain looked at me with a serious expression on his face.  "David, are
you going to tell Anna about tonight?"

   "Yeah, I've got to," I said.  "I've already got one secret I keep from
her.  I can't have another."

   "Why do you have one already?" James asked.

   "Anna and I had four days with each other in Flagstaff just before I
came here," I said.  "On Monday, I made love to her seven times, yeah, I
said seven, and I wasn't the one who started it every time.  I was lying
there, holding a sore dick, when she asked me something.  I don't remember
what it was now but I told her I'd tell her anything about my life except
for one thing.  She asked why and I told her I had to maintain something in
my life secret or I'd lose all mystery to her.  I said there must always be
something mysterious about a man or a woman."

   "I know what his secret is," Iain said.  "If they were in Flagstaff,
that's in Arizona where they have burros.  He likes to fuck a burro while
he eats a burrito."

   "No, dummy, they've got saguaros there, you know, cactuses, those big
fuckers that look like somebody holding their arms up," James said.  "He's
a secret saguaro fucker and he eats bean burritos."

   "And then he farts," Iain said.

   I couldn't help but smile and shake my head at their ideas.  They both
lay there looking at me for a minute or so, grinning at their own
descriptive abilities.

   "Seven times?" James questioned.

   "Yeah," I said.

   "You came seven times in one day?" Iain asked.

   "No, it was more like ten times if you count the times she jacked me
off," I lied.

   "Shit," James said.

   "Yeah and double shit," Iain said.

   "Well, come on.  Let's go take a shower and get something cold to
drink," I said.  "I've still got to whip your asses before I go to sleep."

   "But I'm still horny," Iain said.  "After we shower, I want to wrestle
some more and maybe see how many times you can come."

   "Yeah, me too," James said.  "It's one down and only eleven to go."

   "Before we go, I want to tell you guys something, OK?"

   "What?" they both said.

   "I just want you to know how much I enjoyed playing with you," I said.
"I suppose I didn't do a lot of the things boys do when they're growing up
because of my parents and what happened to them.  I really liked fooling
around with you guys.  The sex was good but I really felt like I was a kid
again and having fun doing something a little bit naughty.  That's what I
really enjoyed, just having fun with the two of you.  I hope we can do it
again."

   "Shit, the night's not over yet, David," James said.  "I'm still horny."

   "Yeah, I had fun too," Iain said.  "And I'm not through for the night."

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   As the thirtieth day since James' arrival approached, I felt the
familiar emotions of suspense, anticipation and hope grow.  My relations
with Iain were good.  I could sense that he was going to be a valuable
helper to me in deciding what we needed to do.  My relations with James
were also good.  He was mischievous and always into something but he was
always a wonder and a delight to have around.  There were only two events
which could occur which could have increased my feelings of contentment. 
One was for Iain to freely volunteer to answer my questions.  The other was
for the arrival of Anna.

   One day, the three of us worked hard from early morning until
mid-afternoon to create something I knew would be needed when there were
twenty of us around - a real garden space for the next growing season.  My
small garden was in an open area where it received sunlight but my plants
were stuck in cracks and crevices and holes in the rocks.  I wanted to have
a much larger garden space and I knew I had to clear an area somewhere
close to home.  I finally found a spot where the soil appeared fertile and
there were no huge trees.

   We felled twenty-one small to medium trees in a couple of hours.  On the
larger ones, Iain and I used a cross-cut saw to bring them down.  On the
smaller ones, I used an ax, while Iain and James used a cross-cut saw or
axes to remove the limbs.  I wanted to use the trunks to hold the soil that
we would level when cold weather came.  We used poles as levers to move the
trunks to where I wanted them and then we piled the limbs over the stumps
of the trees.  When the limbs dried, I planned some big bonfires to kill
the stumps and to leave the ashes as fertilizer.

   Iain and James worked with me without complaining but with lots of
chatter as usual.  When we quit, I estimated that we had cleared about one
fifth of the land I wanted for the garden and I was pleased with what we
had accomplished.  We were all slow in trudging back home and I ached in
every muscle in my back and shoulders.  I wasn't used to swinging an ax so
much.  Iain and James were silent on our way back so I assumed they were
just as tired as I was.

   We stripped off the clothing that I had insisted we had to wear to do
the work and threw everything in an unused bed chamber.  We had a communal
shower again, without any horseplay for once, and helped scrub each other.
I set the shower to a temperature as hot as I could stand and stood leaning
against the wall with the shower beating down on my back.  My shoulders
were sore from hours of swinging an axe or pulling a cross-cut saw.  Iain's
and James' muscles were probably hurting worse than mine but they hadn't
complained.  When I mentioned it, Iain suggested a remedy.

   "Lie down on the floor and let James walk on your back, David," he said.
"I'll help him balance and he can work the kinks out of your muscles.  I
saw a movie once where a Japanese girl did that to a guy.  You can pretend
he's a little Japanese girl."

   James liked the idea.  "Yeah, afterwards you can walk on my back.  My
muscles are aching too."

   "He can't do that, James," Iain said.  "He'll squish you flatter that a
fluke."

   "Well, you can do it to me then," James said.  "You don't have to put
all your weight on me.  Just keep one foot on the floor and put the other
on my shoulders.  What's a fluke?"

   "It's a fish," he said.  "The Irish love fried flat flukes with frits.
Say it three times real fast."

   I had no idea whether what Iain said was true or not.  James tried three
times and messed up each time.

   "OK, I'll try it," I said.  "I'll lie down under the shower.  Iain, you
hold him so he can't fall.  We don't need anybody getting hurt."

   I have to admit that Iain's remedy helped.  I lay flat on my stomach
with my head to one side and the hot shower on my back.  Iain straddled my
chest with his feet on the floor and his arms around James' chest from
behind.  James stood on my back with his weight on me and his feet moving
around.  I lay there groaning and enjoying every minute of it.  The only
thing that caused a problem was my penis.  After a few minutes, it decided
to get hard but it was bent down and backwards.  When I lifted my hips to
point it upwards, James's feet slipped and he would have fallen on me if
Iain had not been holding him.

   "Damn, Iain, quit poking me with your dick!" James said.

   I turned on my side and looked up.  James and Iain both had hard-ons. 
Evidently they found something erotic about what we were doing too.  Iain
took his turn next.  I stood over his head, holding James' outstretched
arms for balance, while he tentatively put both feet on Iain's back.  I
wasn't sure Iain could support James but he groaned pleasurably the same
way I had.

   When James took a turn, Iain and I stood on opposite sides of his back,
with arms interlocked, and alternated using a single foot to make him
groan. When he started humping the floor, we stopped.

   "David, Iain was trying to fuck me in the ass," he accused, getting to
his feet.  "Is that OK?"

   "I was not," Iain protested.  "I promised David I wouldn't try.  I keep
my word.  I can't help it if my dick likes your cute ass."

   We went to the circle and stood letting the warm downdraft of air dry
us.

   "Well, I want you and David both to fuck me," James said.  "Then I want
to fuck both of you.  I'm going to ream your asses out with my big dick. 
Then Iain can take a turn fucking David.  Is that OK?"

   "Yeah, it's OK," I finally answered.  "But I want to ream out Iain's ass
first and then I'll do you."

   "Shit, you're lying," James said.

   "No, I'm not," I said.  "I want to fuck both of you.  If Anna doesn't
hurry up and get here, you'd both better cover your ass with your hands and
run for the woods."

   "Damn, I hope she's the next one to arrive," James said, covering his
ass with his hands and running for the door.

   "Yeah, me too," Iain said, covering and running too.

   Afterwards we went to talk with Aimee for a while.  She didn't act
surprised to see all three of walk in with erections.  Iain and James
fought over the recliner and I slipped into it while they were wrestling.
They sat in the two straight chairs on each side and gave each other the
finger and giggled.  Aimee watched the three of us masturbate and, I swear,
she was giggling too.

   Iain surprised me while we were preparing our evening meal: fish,
rosemary potatoes, green beans, and mixed greens with onions all sautéed,
of course, in olive oil, and cold sliced tomatoes.  The meal would have
been even better with a baguette and some wine vinegar.

   "David, do you think we could plant James with Aimee tonight," he asked.
"We could let her give him another sex lesson and show him another movie. I
think that will keep him occupied for a while.  I want to talk to you
again."

   "Sure, what do you want to talk about?"

   "I want to try to answer your questions."
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