Out of The Mist

[Kyanimal]

“Out of The Mist”

Chapter 163 of ? …



Ryan:

Sponge bathing Rafe was nothing like soaping him down in the shower, that's for sure! The last time that happened, not all that long ago, he was all healthy and sassy, we weren't alone, and there were raging erections bouncing around all over the place!

Under Cat's steady guidance, helping discreetly rearrange the sheets, we'd done his torso, arms, hands, legs, and feet. The last spot to do on his front was his crotch, and I wasn't at all sure how that was going to go.

I was wringing out the cloth over the bowl, glancing at him around my shoulder. His eyebrows were raised, then his gaze flicked to Cat.

She just laughed.

“I'm going to go get something while you two take care of that last bit.”, she snickered, and strolled away.

We still weren't alone in that open space, but at least I could turn my back to everyone else, shielding Rafe from view.

He looked up at me, sighed, and nodded, with a little smirk on his face. It was at that moment that I realized I was hesitating. Why? I wasn't sure. It wasn't like I didn't know his dick. Hell! I'd done a lot more than see it, and touched it before! I'd had it down my throat, and up my ass!

However, this wasn't play time.

I was trying to be super gentle as I rolled each of his smooth balls around in the cloth, then swabbed along his shaft. He was growing a semi. My instinct was to wrap the cloth around his dick and jerk him off. That didn't seem right, though. I realized I was holding my breath. This was silly.

I looked back at him. The little bugger winked at me! My first instinct was to throw the damp cloth in his face, but I didn't ...

I was covering him up when Cat returned with a bottle of Cetaphil Skin Lotion. “We're not done with his front, yet.”, she announced. “While you coat him with a thin layer of this, I'll get a fresh bowl of water for his back side. Given the state of his skin, don't try to rub it in a lot, but just a little bit, and don't press, just glide. We'll roll him over when I get back.”

So now it was back to moving sheets, and running my hands over every single millimeter of Rafe's hide. Given he was smiling, with his eyes closed, at least I knew he was enjoying this part, and I wasn't hurting him.

He seemed to really like it when I was rubbing his feet. He was flexing his long slender toes, gently gripping at my fingers. I had an urge to tickle him, but I didn't …

He was grimacing a little as we got him rolled over.

I must be getting better at this because his back side didn't take as long as his front.

“Do his hips when you do his legs. Save getting into his crack 'til the very last, though.”, Cat directed.

When we got to that part, she didn't walk away this time.

Rafe's breathing deepened during the lotion cycle, and when I got to his feet, he tried grasping my hands with his toes again. He was lightly snoring just a few moments after we got him rolled over onto his back again.

“Not bad for your first time!”, Cat congratulated me. “And, you got done just in time. We'd spiked his eggs.”, she grinned. “I'll take care of the bowl, and towels, and stuff. It's your turn to get wet while he takes his little nap.”

She gave my ass a light slap as I turned to walk away. I looked back a bit shocked. She just smiled, and made a shooing motion with her hands. “Go!”

“Yes, ma'am!”

“Call me that again, and I'll do more to that cute butt of yours than just pat it!”, she laughed.

I scurried for the hallway.

Being the wise guy I am, I put some extra wiggle in my stride.

“Now I know why you're known as a smart ass! Cute moves! Butt, you should know better than to tease a momma bear!”

“He can tease a poppa bear all he wants!”, Mark piped up.

“Watch it, old man!”, Pete snickered.

“Oh! I certainly am!”, Mark replied.

I stepped up my pace to the bathroom. It was getting a bit too warm in the kitchen!

Supposedly safe in the shower stall, I began lathering up as my mind drifted back to supine Rafe. He had literally given himself over to my roaming hands, and wondering gaze. He'd trusted me with his entire being. He'd let me languidly pet him. He'd been totally submissive, allowing me to explore every inch of him.

That experience had been new for me. With everything we had done with each other before, this was different. I'd found myself really enjoying it, and I hoped he had, too.

I was sure it was now my job to bathe him while he recuperated. Would he be interested in letting me give him a full body massage after he got better? Would he want to do that to me? What would it be like to surrender myself to total touch?

A familiar feeling of a weakening in my knees, and a surging tingle in my crotch, brought me back to the here and now. I became aware that my soapy hands had been mimicking my meandering thoughts.

My left hand had been rubbing my belly, then had moved up, and over my chest, to find my right nipple, to press, then roll and tug, with my fingertips.

My right hand had been fondling my balls, before encircling my pulsing boner to stroke it's length, then circle around, and over, my glans, to return to squeezing, and pumping my rod some more.

My breath caught in my throat as I widened my stance, thrust my pelvis forward, and blasted cum all over the place! Damn, what a load! I think I hit the ceiling!

My whole body was trembling, and I was having some difficulty remaining standing, as white ropes forcefully erupted out of the tip of my engorged cock head!

My grip had been so tight that my tip had turned purple!

I relaxed my hand as the last of my sperm was still oozing out of my pee hole. My breath returned in gulps. I was feeling light headed. I'd never shot so much before!

My right foot slipped a bit as I must have stepped on some of my boy batter. That stuff is slippery! My left hand reached for the wall to steady me, and encountered some more! What a mess!

Thankfully, the shower was a hand held that I could slip out of its wall bracket to spray down the stall, and me.

I must have been in the bathroom longer than normally expected. Cat, Pete, and Mark, were slyly grinning at me as I emerged from the hall.

What?!

 

[DonQuixote]

Ooh La LA! Where's the video? We want live action film on that sponge bath and the shower!

 

[Craiger]

Don hit it on the nail... we need a video of that chapter. As exciting as it was reading, and mentally visualizing it, a 3D version would be glorious........ Thanks, Chaz.

Craiger

 

[Kyanimal]

A slight intermission ...

When I began this story, in August of 2014, as far as writing went, I had only attempted a few short stories (not here), and fully expected this one to be the same, Short. Obviously, that's not what happened.

For some reason, this one took over, and carried me along. I didn't have a sketched out plan when I started, and I still don't know where it's going to go, or how, if ever, it will end. Each chapter is posted as soon as it's written. I'm in the same boat as you, the readers. I have no more of an idea of what is next than you do.

I've not written more for nearly a month. There are things happening in my "Real World" that have proven to be distracting, and are still concerning. I have no more of an idea how all that is going to play out than I do with the trajectory of this story. In other words, there is no contemplated, predictable, plot in either case. It's all coming at me "Out of The Mist".

I've not gone back to reread, but as I recall, Frank got shot in the ass Monday night, and we'd moved to the late/early hours of Tuesday/Wednesday, when Arie was forced to shoot Jimmy Harrison, barely missing Gary's ear. Then we went retrograde with Ryan to Tuesday morning at Pete and Mark's place. No one there yet knows about Frank, et al.

I've been hoping to move the timeline forward. However, the story hasn't been cooperating, in my mind. There is still at least another chapter, or maybe more, insisting on being written before we can get back to Harbour Home with Ollie, Dave, and everyone else.

I'm not sure when I'm going to get the time to write through this pause. The next chapter is vaguely "visible" to me, and has the potential to wander off to further tangents that I'm not yet aware of, but suspect.

I guess I'm asking for suggestions. Should I pursue the sexy course? More "FUN" at Pete and Mark's? Or, would it be preferred to get back to moving the overall plot forward, whatever that might be?

(The story is urging me toward the sexy part. Just sayin' ... )

 

[DonQuixote]

Chaz,
You know we're always UP for sexy parts, lol. Maybe getting their juices flowing will help you get your creative (and other!) juices flowing, too.

I hope the real world issues sort out to the good for you and all concerned soon.

 

[Craiger]

I fully agree with Don. We are up for wherever the story takes us. You have always guided us into tangents worthy of how the lives of our guys flow which has been erotic and exciting at every turn. You are the Master of the Ship and we will continue to follow you faithfully.

I also hope your personal concerns will work to positive ends.

Craiger

 

[Kulindahr]

I've been hoping to move the timeline forward. However, the story hasn't been cooperating, in my mind. There is still at least another chapter, or maybe more, insisting on being written before we can get back to Harbour Home with Ollie, Dave, and everyone else.

Isn't that frustrating when the story argues with you? At least you haven't been ambushed by a chapter that says "Post me now!" and then only later realized it should have had one (or more!) in front of it.

I'm not sure when I'm going to get the time to write through this pause. The next chapter is vaguely "visible" to me, and has the potential to wander off to further tangents that I'm not yet aware of, but suspect.

I know that feeling! Actually, both of them.

I guess I'm asking for suggestions. Should I pursue the sexy course? More "FUN" at Pete and Mark's? Or, would it be preferred to get back to moving the overall plot forward, whatever that might be?

(The story is urging me toward the sexy part. Just sayin' ... )

My view is keep the sexy parts rationed.
Though most would probably say I overdo that..... a problem you certainly don't have!

When I have this question, I figure it's time to figure out where the story will be in a half dozen chapters -- deciding that usually tells me what should come first, or if I need something completely different.

 

[Kyanimal]

Kuli!

I wish this story was affording me the foresight to be able to see out to future chapters!

However, this one is holding itself so close that I rarely see the end of the very chapter that I'm writing, let alone beyond that!

I find that as Fascinating as it is Frustrating!

It chose it's own title, "Out of The Mist", and it apparently wasn't kidding!

This whole thing of being author, while not knowing what's going to happen, is proving to be interesting!

I'm grateful that the readers seem to find it worthwhile, too!

If it weren't for "Y'all", none of this would be happening!

 

[Kyanimal]

O.K. This has waited long enough! ...

Granted, I've been dealing with other considerations, and this chapter has continued to insist it be written through it all.

SO … Without further ado … hoping to be able to eventually move on … to get it to finally stop bugging me … and, let the overall story continue … maybe ...

“Out of The Mist”

Chapter 164 of ? …



Ryan:

Pete and Mark suggested they give me, and Cat, the 5 cent tour of their wonderful place while Rafe was snoozing. There was the offer of a horse ride to encompass the entirety of their property. I had no idea it might be that large. There was more here than met the immediate eye. Nothing was what it might appear to be. (Where had I heard that before?)

As tempting as that was, I opted to decline, and stay with my gently snoring, battered, adopted, Brother. Something I didn't fully understand was why I was insisting that I remain by his side, within physical touch. And, Yeah!, there was some guilt with the idea of touching him. Don't ask me why. It was just there. At this point, I couldn't, wouldn't, leave him alone, no matter how safe I knew he was.

Explain that? I can't!

Pete, Mark, and Cat headed out for the barn/stables. I learned there were two permanent, and two seasonal, farm hands who helped care for the horses, property, and main house.

The “bunk house” was further back from the barn, surrounded by woods, looking like a log cabin, which it wasn't. It was a fairly new four bedroom ranch style house, with 4.5 baths, common kitchen and living areas, over an awesome rec room, complete with a full bar, in home theater, pool table, etc.

My brain was running the numbers on what all this must have cost. Right after that thought, I reprimanded myself to shut up! The money wasn't what mattered. What it was used for was the true value.

Mark and Pete's house was surrounded by a 10 ft deep veranda/porch. The back wall, and half the side, was floor to ceiling triple pained glass. Beyond the back was a planked patio, with steps that led down to a perfectly manicured lawn, to a natural looking swimming hole pond.

I say “natural looking” because I found out later that it was all man made. A swimming pool in disguise. There was a narrow sand beach, arcing to woodland flora, trees, one with a rope and tire swing, and a gentle waterfall at it's back side.

I was running numbers again! Shut Up! All that matters is that it's Beautiful!

I had no idea just how beautiful it was about to get …

Rafe's bed was situated at the corner of the back glass wall, with his feet facing the back yard and swimming hole. I was sitting in a chair, on his right, with my bare feet propped up in another chair I'd grabbed from the kitchen area. I was holding his hand, and beginning to doze off.

Looking to my left, over Rafe's sheet covered magnificence, I could see the raised drive leading to the barn's front doors, and glancing right, over my toes, I was viscerally drawn to wondering what it might feel like to skinny dip in that inviting pond.

In spite of the porch's shadowing overhang, the house's interior was bathed in a comforting yellow/green light. Gently soothing, and warming. I was near napping, my fingers interlaced with sleeping Rafe's. I was hoping he would wake up to see this. It was all that soothing, and wonderful.

The growling purr of a small engine brought me back to my senses. A green John Deere riding mower came into sight. The guy driving it was a picture of young male perfection.

I projected him to be about my age, early twenties, but he looked much better than I did, and I knew I wasn't exactly a slouch. I had to admit this guy had me beat in most respects. And, this was an impression from pretty far away. I was already conjuring subversive thoughts of getting closer to him.

I could tell his hair was medium length, light brown/dirty blond. I was expecting blue eyes, but settled on brown. He was wearing a white tank top/wife beater, ripped down the sides to nearly his waist, above khaki cargo shorts, and brown work boots, with white crew socks just showing over the tops.

His skin was a golden tan, obviously from sun exposure. His biceps were bulging mounds of gorgeous male flesh, framing nicely rounded, pronounced, pecs. I could see the hair tufts of his arm pits, and down the sides of his rippling ribs. Even his nips were evident, under the clinging cloth of his brief top. I was praying his clothes would somehow magically dissolve before my staring eyes.

I realized I was squeezing Rafe's hand tighter. I was imploring, through projected thought, “Bro! You've GOT to wake up to see this!”

No response … (They'd spiked his eggs?)

I became fascinated with the pattern the John Deere was being guided back and forth over the back yard, completely fascinated with the guy driving it. I was not expecting, in my wildest dreams, what happened next.

The incredible stud parked the mower at the edge of the pond's little beach area, dismounted, and proceeded to strip completely naked, then languidly, sinuously, waded into the water. I got the impression he knew he was being watched.

My briefs were tenting with an obvious wet spot spreading. My toes were curling. I was probably cutting off the circulation in slumbering Rafe's hand, enfolded in my steely grasp.

The front door clicked open behind us!

WHAT?!!

 

[Rickrock]

You have us hanging on tenterhooks. Good chapter. A picture would be nice although I am sure we are all forming one in our minds.

 

[possum]

Oh My God , Were is the pics, I must see this Incredible Site
That John Deere Tractor/ Ride on Mower / and the stud driving it.
Great story its incredible and awesome

Your Kiwi Friend Possum

 

[Kyanimal]

“Out of The Mist”

Chapter 165 of ? …


Ryan:

I took my eyes off of the naked stud in the water to whip my head around to see who was entering the house. I was shocked! It was him! The skinny dipper that was making me hard! But now he was dressed like before, though his tank top wasn't ripped down the sides, and he was dangling a long pair of hedge clippers from his hand. This couldn't be!

I almost snapped my neck swiveling my head to look back out at the pond. “Nude Dude” was still out there, so he couldn't be here, yet he was! I swear my heart stopped beating as my chin dropped to hit my chest!

It crossed my mind that I must be quite a sight, holding Rafe's hand, my mouth gaped wide open, and stretched out between two chairs with my dick pointing at the ceiling trying to rip through my boxers!

The new guy didn't even look our way as he made his way to the fridge, grabbed two cold beer bottles by their necks, slid open the patio door, strode across the porch, down the steps, heading for the pond and “Birth Day Suit Swimmer”.

He paused at the strip of beach sand, set down the clippers and beers, peeled off his clothes, hobbling to get out of his boots, then picked up the beers, twisted off their tops, and waded into the water to join his mirror image!

That happened so quickly that he never looked in our direction, and probably didn't realize we were even there!

Now there were two identical, awesome, glistening, gorgeous male specimens frollicing, uninhibited, within my astonished gaze.

Before my brain had a chance to process what was happening, I creamed my undies with a major load! And, I hadn't even been jerking! FUCK! That was twice I'd shot off within an hour, or so! And, I was still holding Rafe's hand! Thankfully, he was asleep ...

“Damn, Ry! Are you trying to break my fingers?”

Huh? Rafe was looking at me through lidded eyes.

“Oh, Geeze! You're supposed to be napping! Sorry about the pressure, Dude, but check out the pond out there.”

Rafe's gaze moved down his reclining body, out the windows, and to the pond.

“Am I seeing what I think I am? This isn't a dream? They're real?”, he murmured. And, I felt his hand returning the pressure mine was holding his with.

“Yeah!”, I managed to breathlessly answer. “I think so!”

“Two of them?”, Rafe muttered.

“Identical”, I returned.

The twins had finished their beers, setting the bottles on the rocks next to the waterfall. One got onto, not into, the tire swing, and the other began pushing him. At the top of its arc the one riding spiraled head over heels into the water, arms and legs flailing.

The boys were getting playful, all handsy, and grab ass, just messing around with each other, water wrestling, tossing each other about. And yet, it was obvious they weren't getting boned up with all the naked horsing around. They were just having fun, and enjoying each other.

Rafe and I were rivetted by the sights unfolding before us, and we were still holding hands.

“I need to pee”, Rafe informed me.

“Let me get the pitcher.”

“No. I need to get out of bed and move. No more pitchers or bed pans, please.”

“O.K, I think we can do this.”, though I didn't want to leave the show playing out before us.

“Watching those two, I need to do more than pee, but I really have to do that first. Looks like you have already gotten off.”, Rafe sneered, looking at my soaked briefs, and apparent semi, that was beginning to pulse again.

“Hey! Can you blame me?”

“Not casting any shade, Ry. I'm painfully right there with you, but I've also got to pee!”

I helped Rafe pivot out of his bed, and guided him to the bathroom, reluctantly leaving the twins' show behind.

“In spite of the progress we made before, I need you to stop cupping my ass if I'm ever going to be able to let go.”, Rafe chuckled.

By the time we got back, the pool/pond was bereft of simmering testosterone on the hoof. There was no indication anyone had been out there. We were both wondering if all of it had, indeed, been a dream.

After getting Rafe back into his bed, and before I could bring his sheets up over him, he pulled out his straining dick, smiled at me, and asked, “Can you maybe help me with this?”

He didn't have to ask twice! I had his shaft buried in my throat, down to his balls, before either of us could catch a second breath.

I thought I was going to drown in the blasts he exploded into my face! DAMN, the boy could shoot! And, he tasted so good! I was rock hard again!

The front door clicked open.

WHAT?!

 

[Kyanimal]

With the recent disruption in the JUB "Force", you might want to check out the chapter, or two, above this, merely for the sake of continuity, before reading this one ...


“Out of The Mist”

Chapter 166 of ? …



Ryan:

That click of the front door was just enough warning for me to pull Rafe's sheet back up to his neck, and swivel to be standing with my left bare foot on the floor, right knee on the chair's seat, with my arms folded over the top of its back, which served to hide my boner, giving it a chance to hopefully go down.

“Hi, there!”, I “Cheshire Cat” grinned, as Pete, Mark, and Cat bounded into the house from their horse ride.

“WOW!”, Cat gushed. “You missed such a wonderful time!”

I wasn't sure if she was talking to just me, or both of us, since she couldn't be sure that Rafe was awake. Then again, maybe she was talking to both of us, her knowing how long the sedative they'd laced Rafe's eggs with would last.

In either case …

Rafe turned his head around in their direction, and chirped, “Yeah! I'm sorry I had to miss that, too!”

“Oh, Honey! I'm SO Sorry! I wasn't thinking.”, Cat expounded, rushing over to check on Rafe, and pat his shoulder.

“That's O.K.! I was kind of kidding anyway.”, Rafe smiled.

She was close enough to look over the back of the chair to notice the state of my crotch. However, I was confident her concern for Rafe distracted her. At least I was hoping.

Then she ruffled my hair. “I see you've been such a good care taker, staying with your buddy here.” The look on her face told me she'd seen, and knew more than she was saying. I was growing to like her even more, as I felt the blood rushing to flush my face.. HA!

Pete and Mark had gone through to the kitchen area. Pete picked up a mic from a panel, punched a button, and announced, “Base to All. Lunch on the patio in 45. Copy?”

“Check, Boss!”, came over the built in speaker, three times within half a minute. The last sounded like two voices, with the sound of water running in the background.

That's our comm system, Mark explained. Basically walkie talkies. We can talk to all of our guys at once, or individually, or in whatever configuration we want. It can also be an in-house intercom, including the bunk house, and barn, if we wish. Actually more efficient than cell phones.

Cat perked up, and seemed thrilled that Dean and Beau, the guys that had helped them with the horses, would be joining us.

“Yeah!”, Pete confirmed. “Generally the staff guys stick to themselves, unless they're invited to join our guests. I thought you'd like that.”, he said, winking at Cat.

“Are those the twins?”, Rafe piped up.

“Twins?”, Cat wondered.

“Ah!”, Mark grinned. “You must have seen Zach and Zane. And, yes, it sounds like they will be joining us, too, once they're done showering, if my ears aren't deceiving me.”

I swear Mark was drooling as he said that. I was sure Rafe and I were, too. Things were about to get quite a bit more interesting.

As Pete and Mark got busy in the kitchen, getting everything out for the grill, with Cat doing her best to help, it was debated if we should wheel Rafe's bed out to the patio. That was squelched with his insistence to get up and move around. It would be up to me to help him out. I was most certainly willing to do that. Any excuse to hold onto him.

Pete brought out a super soft cotton robe for Rafe, with a tube of sun screen for his bits the robe wouldn't cover, insisting we be very considerate of the state of his bruised skin, along with the parts that were fine, too.

Rafe lent himself to the remonstrations of my fingertips once more, over his face and exposed parts. Then I gently guided him across the veranda, and onto the patio, to a reclining lounge chair. His strides, with occasional grimaces, were becoming stronger with each time we got him out of bed. He was struggling to improve, and doing very well at fighting to recuperate. I had nothing but full admiration, and love, for him, given what he was enduring.

Once he was seated, it dawned on me I had forgotten something. I proceeded to kneel to rub his feet with the sun lotion, too. He was doing his toe curl thing, again.

Pete brought a huge smile to Rafe's face when he bounded out of the house with a full platter in his hand, heading for the grill.

“These going to be cheese burgers are being charred in your honor, Buddy!”, Pete loudly declared, accompanied with a big laugh.

Who I assumed to be Beau and Dean sauntered to the patio wearing colorful, western style, shirts, tight fitting blue jeans, and highly polished cowboy boots. I was at a loss to guess their ages, but I was sure they were both past their twenties, and, perhaps, even thirties. Beau's shirt was unbuttoned, nearly to his navel. Just one button short, damn it.

They were both obviously quite fit, and would have looked more complete if they had been wearing cowboy hats, with a strand of straw dangling from their mouths. I could fully understand Cat's obviously admitted interest in them.

They introduced themselves to Rafe, and me, practically crushing our hands in the process.

Speaking of Cat, I noticed she almost tripped, at the sight of Beau and Dean, while stepping off the porch to the patio, carrying a full tray of sliced watermelon. Luckily, she didn't spill any.

Mark was following with glistening cold beer bottles dangling between the fingers of both hands. It was obvious none of us were going to be dying of thirst.

The next to arrive were the incredible twins, Zach and Zane. Both were in form hugging polo shirts, khaki cargo shorts, and bare foot in flips. As they introduced themselves, it became apparent that Zach was in the green polo, and Zane was wearing blue.

I know my back molars were watering as I stood to shake their hands, and I'm sure that Rafe's were, too, as they hovered over him, gently grasping his offered palm. They both showed sincere concern for Rafe's state. I found myself feeling a bit jealous that I wasn't the beaten one, beaming at them from my lounge, the center of their intent attention.

Rafe was obviously, at least to me, taking full advantage of his condition, and who the heck could blame him? We were both “working” the twins, in tandem. And, there seemed, at least to us, that maybe there were some sparks developing. We could only hope!

I'm sure that Pete and Mark were fully aware of what Rafe, and I, were up to, given the big grins on both of their faces.

Cat, however, seemed oblivious to the twins, and us, while dialing in her radar on Beau and Dean, who were also exhibiting interest in the only female among us.

This could prove to be an interesting afternoon, and maybe much more.

Frank? Gary?

Hey! Life's short!

What?!

 

[DonQuixote]

Chaz,
What I've missed by not being on here as much as I should have been the past week plus!

Can I join in the fun, too?!

 

[Kyanimal]

“Out of The Mist”

Chapter 167 of ? …


Ryan:

Lunch turned out to be a series of pleasant surprises.

The burgers were stuffed with mushrooms, and onions, that had been sauteed in butter, and port wine. They were topped with Vermont White Cheddar, crisp iceberg lettuce, a thick slice of tomato, and a dab of horseradish mustard, on soft sesame seed rolls. Rafe was more than enthusiastic in his approval. Micky D's couldn't even come close!

The potato salad was a “secret” recipe of Mark's grandma's. A cross between “American” and “German”, using a Brit inspired colonial malt vinegar.

There were “Boston” baked beans, heavy on the molasses, and apple smoked bacon, simmered for hours in, what turned out to be, a “Bernie” stoneware crock, from Harbour Home.

The sea salt and pepper chips were from a company on Cape Cod.

Of course, the beers were Sam Adam's.

I was seated across from Rafe, who the twins had decided to bracket. I was playing “footsie” with him, but I also figured I might be touching Zach, or Zane, too. They were both encouraging Rafe to tell his story. I had become a secondary consideration, which I really didn't mind, as long as I was still part of the conversation, and toe tapping.

Damn! Those two, and, yeah, Rafe, too, were so HOT! And, I'm not talking about what temperature it was sitting in the sun. My mouth was watering over the food, and my dick was jumping to the visual, and physical sensations, with my mind running wild over future possibilities.

Beau and Dean were beside me, with Cat across from them. I could tell by the look on her face that she might be entertaining similar thoughts to mine, though along “different” lines.

Heck! Given those two, I couldn't blame her! And, I could only wonder what might be going on under the table right next to me.

Somehow, the general conversation turned toward the pond/pool. Pete explained there were no chemicals in the water, therefore safe for Rafe's skin. Yes, it was filtered, and treated with ultra-violet, and O-Zone. The waterfall was not only impressively visual, but also acted as an aerator.

Pete and Cat thought It would be a good idea for Rafe to get in some water therapy. It was then that Mark chimed in that most of the time it was “clothing optional” at “the ranch”, depending on the sensibilities of their guests.

The twins offered to help Rafe out anyway they could, and I was suddenly determined that I would be right there with them, exerting my status as Rafe's caretaker. There was NO way I was about to be left out of any possible Fun!

Cat didn't hesitate to let it be known that was all fine with her. She explained that as a nurse she couldn't imagine anything she hadn't already seen, while she was beaming, practically gushing, at Beau and Dean. I could swear they were both blushing, and looking a bit giddy, and hungry, though not concerning food.

Rafe and I had already drooled over the twins skinny dipping, Though I doubted they knew about that.

Pete spoke up, “I don't mean to be a downer, but if lunch is over, it's time to get back to work. There's a lot to get done yet, today. Time to get moving!”

Beau, Dean, and the twins, reluctantly left the table to get back to their chores. Pete, Mark, and Cat, began clearing the table, telling me I should help Rafe into the pond, to let him work out his muscles.

Cat chirped up, “But only after you wait for 30min. after eating!”

Pete chuckled, “Yeah! Right! That's a myth!”

So, it happened. It was only minutes later that I found myself naked in the water, supporting a nude Rafe, floating on his back, gently churning his arms and legs.

I had one hand under the center of his shoulders, with the other “supporting” his ass.

Pete, Mark, and Cat, had disappeared into the house, carrying various things, and I had no idea if they were looking out at us, as I detected Rafe's “snorkel” stretching up to expose the tip of his dick, “winking” at me just above the surface of the water.

Oh, Geeze! “My” boy was boned, again! And, that was certainly something I was definitely going to be swallowing, right down to his balls!

I savored the taste of him buried deep in my mouth, and as he flexed/arcjhed his body, blasting numerous spurts of his cum deep into my throat, my own aching “boy tube” exploded gobs that I knew would be filtered, therefore relieving any concern that I'd just cum ropes in the pool/pond.

I don't know if this was the therapy that had been prescribed.

But, Hey!

What?!

 

[Friend1720]

So very happy with the simple country life.
Love the addition of the twins and the doubled-up potentials.
All I can say is that this has been a wonderful journey
More, please!

 

[Kyanimal]

“Out of The Mist”

Chapter 168 of ? …


Ryan:

After our “little” mutual explosion, Rafe wanted me to let him go on his own to see how much his body would let him swim. I think we were both surprised when he managed to do a few laps.

His movements were tentative, and slow, as he struggled to get his aching muscles to do what he wanted. My heart dropped every time he scrunched up his face, grimacing through determination to move. I thought he might be pushing himself too much, but his attitude to succeed kept my yap shut, as I moved to stay within a couple quick steps of being able to grab him, hold him up, should he need me to.

Besides, I was enjoying being near the vision of his wet, naked, bubble butt clenching to kick his legs. His efforts were far from graceful, but fluid enough to prompt my dick back to boner mode. I was fully aware how much I was perving on my buddy, and was experiencing a twinge of guilt, for about two, or three, seconds. Nude, glistening, Rafe was a sight to cherish.

He was not pleased with himself, at all. I wasn't aware that he had been on his school's swim team, and had almost broken some state records. He was frustrated that his battered body was not able to do all he wanted, and was realizing just how injured he was. He was truly fighting with himself.

I finally got him to calm down, and return to the cradle of my arms, floating. I tried to assure him how beautiful he was, and that he'd fully recover in next to no time, since he was trying so hard to recuperate. There were tears in his eyes as I lowered my face to kiss him, and he struggled to raise his arms to hug me. What an Amazing Guy!

I already loved him, but found myself possibly “falling in love” with him. I wasn't sure if I should try to check that, or let myself go with it. I was thinking about Frank. Damn!

When we both agreed it was time to get out of the water, I helped Rafe dry off, and get back into his robe, as he was standing on trembling legs.

Pete, Mark, and Cat had obviously been keeping an eye on us. Rafe's hospital bed had been wheeled out onto the veranda, just above the patio, in the suggestion it would be better than a lounge chair in the sun.

As I helped him into the bed, cranked into a sitting position, they came out with more cold, sweating, beer bottles for all of us. We circled the patio chairs to encompass Rafe's spot on the porch. Rafe was “out” after just a few slugs of his beer. I took it from his dangling hand before any spilled, to finish it later myself.

With all of us literally lounging around, and Rafe snuggely tucked away, I wanted to know more about the twins. Where did they come from? Were they gay? Stuff like that … which I didn't bring up right away, but nudged the conversation in those directions.

Pete explained that he had become aware of them, when they were around six, and were brought into the ER by their Mom. They were bruised, and one had a sprained arm. She explained they had been rough housing, and had managed to tumble down the stairs.

Of course, that set off all kinds of alarms, but Pete didn't have any solid evidence of abuse. It very well could have been an accident.

He treated the boys' injuries, and sent them home with Mom. This was during the days before mandatory rules of reporting expected domestic violence.

It was only a few months later that their Mom was brought in with a broken arm, that she explained was the result of a fall in her hallway, when a rug slipped.

Pete noted there were other instances when he wasn't on duty, but ran across the records, concerning one, or both of the boys, and their Mom. He became very concerned, and reported it all to Family Services, who weren't able to do much about it.

Then came the day when their Mom was brought into the morgue. The story was she had broken her neck falling down those notorious stairs.

It turned out the twins' Dad was a “typical” blue collar drunk tending toward domestic violence against his wife and twins. He was sentenced with Involuntary Manslaughter, and sent off to prison. The boys became wards of the state.

In the infinite, “compassionate”, wisdom of the government, the twins were split up, and sent off to different foster homes. Neither of them were successful at finding someone who would put up with them for more than a few months. Both boys became revolving “assignments”, shuffled here and there, but not together.

Through it all, Pete had been keeping track, and explaining it all to Mark. They finally decided they had to do something, and with the tremendous efforts of an attorney, who was also a close friend, they had fought to be named the foster parents of both twins.

That, in itself, was an enormous “win” for a gay couple. They had to fight “tooth and nail” without ever expecting to succeed. But, there was something about Zach and Zane that Pete couldn't get over, and Mark was right by his side all the way.

When the boys arrived at their home in Boston, they were 10, going on 11. It was the first time they had been back together for a few years. To say they were tentative about their new foster home, with two guys, no less, would be an understatement. However, they were thrilled to be back together again.

Pete and Mark had set up a bedroom with bunk beds. However, the twins were always found together in the bottom bunk.

Thinking it might be a thing about heights, no matter how small, they split the bunks into tandem single beds. The twins still insisted on sleeping together in one, even though they'd been put to bed separately, in the same room.

Realizing they were inseparable, Pete and Mark got them a queen bed, the room being too small for a king. They had been sleeping together ever since.

Were the twins gay? Pete and Mark couldn't say for sure. They didn't really know.

As the years went by, Pete and Mark were able to coax the true story out of their “sons”.

It turned out that their Mom was the violent one, and their Dad would only go ballistic on her to protect the twins from her maniacal ranting, and physical attacks. Mom was a raving bitch!

Yes, their Dad had shoved their Mom, who fell down the stairs, in an effort to keep her away from going after his sons!

The time he had spent in the bars, drinking with his buddies, was an attempt to not have to deal with a screeching banshee of a woman.

Though he loved his sons beyond measure, he had been dealt a terrible situation being married to their Mom.

He ended up paying dearly for that choice of spouse. Poor Dude!

Pete explained that knowing that, it was understandable that the twins would huddle together, and hold an aversion to females in general. But, it also didn't follow that they might be gay. It just meant it was understandable that they would be more comfortable being around guys, and being protectively close with each other.

In spite of all that, the twins proved to be quite social, and very popular around school. They were both athletic, and on the same teams. Though the girls were constantly chasing them, they never dated all that much, preferring to stay together among groups of friends.

When it came time for college, they both went for the same one, and insisted on being room mates.

The bottom line was, yes, the twins were the seasonal farm hands, having to go back to school in the fall. But this was also their home being Pete and Mark's foster sons.

Adoption by a gay couple was unheard of previously. However, as times had changed, Pete, Mark, and the twins were hoping to be able to make it official as soon as they could.

Cat, and I, were riveted with the twins' story, and what Pete and Mark had come to mean in their lives.

I was feeling a tad guilty, and chagrined, having approached this discussion with the central intent of gauging my possibilities of getting into the twins' pants. And, I still didn't know what the odds of that happening were. I was still planning on giving it a shot, though!

Rafe was gently snoring through all this.

Hey!

What?!

 

[DonQuixote]

Chaz,
I sent you an e-mail when I had a chance to read this before I headed home from work - so glad I get e-mail updates on y/our boyz!

Great chapter - a little intimation of all things sensual, but a lot of hard work and concentration, caring for friends.

Can I volunteer to do the rub downs post pool?

 

[Kyanimal]

Hi, Everyone!

I'm at a "pause point" in writing this story. The characters haven't given me enough insight as to where they're headed next.

I have some ideas, a foggy glimpse of what might be coming "Out of The Mist", but it hasn't yet solidified enough to get back to tapping the keys.

I know there will be more. I'm just not sure what that "more" might be, yet.

Just wanted to keep y'all posted.

That you're following this at all means a Lot!

Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[DonQuixote]

Well, you'll just have to film some LIVE action and post it to keep us busy while your creative juices start flowing again.