The Bug

From Your Author:

As an Author on this site, the number of readers that follow me, it allows me a platform to be heard. I hope and pray that my readers who can safely protest do so. I trust that those who follow me are intelligent enough to not get caught up in the mob mentality, recognize others around you who just want to riot. They say it only takes two people in a group of a hundred to turn the crowd from peaceful. 

Now with that being said, I would like to address the other side. If you are a White Supremacist, basher of everything; Jews, blacks, gays, or any person who isn’t blond and blue-eyed like you, just stay home. If you are one of those people who read on a gay website, watch gay porn, jacks off with buddies, and then gay bashes, just stay home.   

Groups of guys like this have nothing better to do than drive from state to state or town to town for no other reason than spreading hate. I would surmise that what really bothers these guys is they’ve watched so much gay porn that they can’t get it up for their wife or girlfriend anymore. 

These guys don’t realize this is their problem; created by them. The lack of IQ won’t let them understand that you can’t blame this on someone else. It’s called Porn Addiction; welcome to the Web. And I think that describes a lot of those who hate. So if you are one of those just move on now because the thought of you finding enjoyment and jacking off to what I write really bothers me. RJC.         

Back to the boys

I sank to the bottom feeling my way to the side. I could hear them calling for me, felt one pass on my right. The thing you don’t want to do is open your eyes in a hot spring and it’s hard. I stood in knee-deep water looking back on them wondering what to do.

I saw them turn in shoulder-high water, and the looks I got. I am one of those guys who thinks things out a little; don’t want to be, stupid is, as stupid does. They were both cuming at me and what did I do? I climbed up a tree about fifteen feet having no idea why I’d do something so… stupid because they were at the bottom of the tree laughing.

I could have just run, could have outswum them in the water, but no, what did I do? I climbed a fuckin tree in my birthday suit. Dummy, dummy, dummy, I said to myself smacking the side of my head. The two sat down in the grass under the tree shoulder to shoulder and waited.

I was only up about fifteen feet hunkered on a branch like an ape looking down on them. They had their heads close and were whispering to each other so I couldn’t hear; well almost couldn’t.

“Come on, Guys. It was funny; should’ve seen your faces.” And I mock laughed hoping they’d see the humor.

“OK,” they said at the same time. “But the bird thing wasn’t funny.” Chance announced.

“You looked, Dude.”

“I looked so Brice didn’t look dumb.” He retorted.

“You think I’m dumb, do you?” As he straddled Chance pinning him to the ground.

“I didn’t mean it like that, B. Honest. It was Addam.”

“Addam didn’t say I was dumb and didn’t call me stupid. If you weren’t on the ground already, that’s where your ass would be.”

I started climbing down. “B? Come on. You know he didn’t mean anything by it. He knows you got two candles for every one of his in the brain department.

Now they both looked up at me coming down the tree with Chance craning his neck. “You don’t want to hurt him and you know it,” I said to Brice.

They watched me walk out to about waist deep and I turned looking at them. “Come on, Guys.” And they followed.

“Brice, you’re in front. Chance, you are behind him.” And they were both in front of me.

I touched Chancellor’s back; all of it, his arms, the muscles around his neck; then moved to his front. I never had the chance to touch another guy like I was him. Feeling my own front was the only thing to reference. He was lean and so different from my chest and stomach.

I never touched his dick, ran my hands over his front tweaking his nipples and I guess he got the que when I couldn’t help but plump up behind him.

The minerals in the water made our skin like silk. His hands went around Brice and when his head fell back I knew C was doing something right. I leaned in just to nip at Chance’s neck but got carried away.

You can tell when you find a spot on someone’s body that makes them melt. I found it. I nibbled his ear, sucked around to the other side as his head fell back, and then I said, “Switch.” And I moved in front of Brice.

Now I don’t know if he took advantage of having nothing to do with his hands, but I didn’t. I reached back, felt for what I knew was there, and I gripped him as he thrust forward. His hands were doing Etch a Sketch all over my front now. He even stuck two fingers in my mouth and I sucked them.

“Switch.” Came from Chance and he took my place as I fell in behind Brice.

I know what my chest feels like and I had felt up Chance; Brice. My, Fuckin, God! First thing I did was stick two fingers in his mouth and he sucked and bit them at the same time. Fuckin tease. I mean this was my idea, wanted to feel the bodies of my friends, never thought it would turn me on so… much.  

“K guys. We’re gonna have to wash this off in the lake,” and I moved to the shit we’d dropped on the shore.

“Wait.” Came from Chance. “Addam, stand in front of me.” And I did.

His hands started on the back of my knees and as they came up he split my cheeks and just kept going. “Suck my fuckin ears, will you?” And he latched on.

But he didn’t stop there. He couldn’t make it to Addam’s apple but he sucked three-quarters of the way around my neck. Now he went at my nipples, cupped my pecks, pinched kind of hard, and I felt the broom handle sliding between my thighs as he stiffened feeling my body. I put my hands on his because he would take my dick in his hand.

I wanted him to feel I had pumped to the point of critical overload. He pushed it down, curled the head under my nuts, and said, “You could do it but something has you to hard.” And he actually bit my neck.

“Come on, girls.” Came from Brice. And he’s lucky he stopped us.    

We were quite as we walked. I think they were thinking what I was; I liked touching them, feeling their muscles, the hard bodies of my friends. And Chance. I didn’t think much about sexuality, didn’t see me or my friends swinging one way or the other, and I wasn’t ashamed of anything I’d done up to this point.

There were a few things I did know for certain. I really, really, liked what we had been doing. I loved the way I woke up this morning with Chance’s head on my chest, liked the way Brice got hard feeling my body, and how feeling Chance made me hard. And we had thirteen days and nights left.

It had gotten warmer so we carried our shit wearing our shoes to the lake. We washed each other holding nothing back, between our cheeks and over our holes, under our balls; nothing like someone washing you. As we walked back up I told the guys I needed to stop in the little house; outhouse.

My Uncle did like his comforts and it came out in, the little house. It was about 6 by 8 with a working toilet, an ass sink, or, you know. The place had solar power that ran lights, a little pump kept about twenty gallons overhead to flush and stuff, and an outdoor solar shower.

It was a working toilet and the room didn’t stink like an outhouse. My uncle had dug a drain field attaching five fifty-gallon drums to collect the solids and the liquid drained into rock. It would last for years. The water was gravity feed, you could get a fine spray from the sink and ass washer, the toilet flushed as any would with the water ten feet above.

I showed the guys how to flush, how to wash their asses, and the toilet paper in the coffee can. I walked in the front door, over the rug; I wanted to share a huge secret. My Uncle was a, how do we say it? He was prepared. When my Dad brought me up here a year ago after Uncle died I saw what people thought.

My Dad told me about their Dad and what my Uncle took to heart. My Grandfather was prepared to protect what was his and he impressed that on his boys. My Dad wasn’t like his brother, didn’t feed into the doomsday shit. My Dad went to school and became a Doctor; why my friends were expecting more than this.

With everything going on I didn’t know if I needed to share what I knew. My Uncle had planned ahead and was willing to protect what he had; and he had the shit to back that up. If you pulled the rug away, you might see a door in the floor. Lift a board and you would see a digital keypad. “It’s my birthday, Addam. 062060.”

“062060, Addy.” I hated when he called me that but I punched the numbers in and the floor-door opened with the sound of taking in air. Little LED lights came on lighting the stairs.

From your Author:

I kind of went off on a rant; Sorry. I live in Washington State and when I was nine my Mom, who was a professional waitress, worked at a country club. I collected golf balls and got change from the pro-shack. There were a black husband and wife team in the kitchen; I called them Grandpa and Grandma. That tells you a lot about me.

One of the terms I hate the worst but; I’ve known a lot of White Niggers! But I saw a black couple that treated me like a kid, didn’t see color, and they feed me all kinds of shit I’d never eaten before, and my Mother trusted them. RJC.