A first and last erotic horror story. Plenty of body horror, implantation, etc. Might be called Lovecraftian. (I haven't read Lovecraft.) The sex doesn't really start until part 2. The deaths don't happen until part 3, in case you are impatient. I know it's long. I don't write short things. Interesting exercise for me, stepping into this genre.
Breaking into two posts for the sake of attachments.
Arrival
It was dusk when Ben, Will and Dusty arrived at the cabin, but it was dark as a city night beneath the towering pines that filled the four acre lot—a tiny sliver of the sprawling forest through which they had navigated. They had made several wrong turns down seemingly identical dirt roads on the way, becoming ever more grateful that Will had thought to bring an extra gas can for the return.
As they stepped out onto the hard earth and heard the crunch of pine needles beneath their shoes, all three thought to themselves how eerily quiet this primeval place was. A glimpse of deepening blue and indigo shone fifty feet ahead through the dark bands of tree trunks, where one edge of miles of marshland made a clearing, hemmed in by reeds, willows and a few mangroves. This marshland was fed by small streams throughout the forest, and also a network of underground springs, access to which—Ben was told—inspired his grandfather to build the cabin here. It was a small retreat that comfortably accommodated no more than three, but sometimes it housed as many as six when the three generations packed in over summers in Ben's childhood, before his grandfather passed and ownership went to Ben's uncle, Hank.
It was because of Hank that Ben and his friends had made the trip. Hank was recently widowed and had been traveling around quite a bit, taking time off from his accounting practice and keeping to himself. His last contact had been with Ben's mother three weeks before, a phone conversation in which he said noncommittally that he might go out to the cabin for a bit. No one had heard from him since, including a few clients with whom he had scheduled meetings and his phone company. Even when grieving, Hank had been professional, taking care of himself and not letting his affairs fall apart. The death of his wife in a car crash was so unexpected, it was safe to assume that he was still processing the event and what his future held. And he knew that people were worried, so even as he maintained a distance, he wasn't actively pushing people away.
He needed space, but was not like him to disappear, so after two weeks of no contact, a missing person report had been filed. No trace of him could be found at his home and his neighbors noted that they hadn't seen his car in his driveway for almost three weeks.
Ben volunteered to drive out to check the cabin himself when it seemed that the authorities were dragging their heels. At 18 and with his first car (formerly his mother's sedan, a graduation present), this would be his first road trip, and for company he brought along Dusty, a fellow member of the swim team, and Will, who had also been on the swim team before graduating a year before. For them, it would be a nice start to the summer break. Ben just wanted to see his uncle again.
Ben
"His car is not here," he noted, looking around the property while leaning on his car.
"Well, like we were saying before," said Will, "he might actually be staying here, but out for a drive. It would be your luck. We'll just see what happens."
"Yup," said Dusty. "So let's start unloading while we still have some light, but first I gotta take a piss." He wandered over to a nearby pine, pulled out his dick and started pissing in plain view of the other two, not even bothering to have his back turned. Will and Ben exchanged smirks. They had seen each other naked countless times in the gym showers, and Dusty was bit of an exhibitionist with his large endowment, so they were not at all shocked. It actually broke the eeriness of the space for a moment and the sense of dread that Ben could not articulate.
Dusty
They brought their small packs to the front porch and Ben was fumbling for his keys when Dusty spoke up, "Dude. The door's open."
They all looked to note that the door was, indeed, slightly ajar. They exchanged glances, not moving for the door. Ben called out, "Uncle Hank? You in there?" There was no response. Will made the first move, stepping forward and cautiously opening the door a little, then pushing it all the way. The front den was dark, but the door open to the kitchen showed a small light. They cautiously made their way in, noting that the den was still very clean and tidy except for one sheet of paper that had fallen to the floor from a stack on the desk.
"Is someone here?" Ben called out again as they made their way in. Silence. He rounded the corner to the kitchen and saw that it, too, was undisturbed. The hood light over the small stove was on, nothing more. In the sink he saw a pair of oily plates. He opened the fridge and found it almost empty, save for half a jug of milk. The expiration date was marked for a week before. 'Perhaps Hank is out provisioning,' he thought.
"There's no one in the bedroom either," Dusty called out from the far room. "Is there just the one bed? I thought you said your family stayed out here."
Ben rolled his eyes and relaxed a bit as he turned to join the others. Leave it to Dusty to maintain normalcy by being all about Dusty. "Yea, we did. We brought sleeping bags and slept on the floor and there is a fold-out cot or two in a closet. That's why I asked you to bring a sleeping bag."
"So who is getting the bed?" said Dusty as Ben entered the bedroom. It was also tidy. The bed covers were pulled up...not neatly, indicating it had been used, and Hank was the sort to launder and remake a bed if he was leaving for good.
"Well, I get the feeling Hank is around and coming back, so he gets the bed."
"It sleeps two, though," Dusty remarked, "So technically one of us could sleep here and keep it warm for him for when he gets back."
"It's 90 degrees in the shade right now," Ben said, getting a little peeved. "I think it's warm enough, and it's going to be enough of a shock to him if he is out here trying to get away and there are three guys suddenly in his space. So we're all sleeping out in the den for now."
"Okay," Dusty whined, "But I want a cot. I don't want to sleep on the floor, because god knows what's crawling around here."
The cabin was actually very well sealed and finished, not just some ramshackle stack of logs, but vermin always have a way of sneaking in and poisonous spiders were not uncommon—and the door had been left open. Will was an arachnophobe, and he peered at the corners of the room. Ben saw him do it and smiled a little. It was always entertaining to think that three, fit men could still be unnerved by the little creepy crawlies. Will was 6'2", broad-shouldered and carrying more muscle than most swimmers, but Ben had seen him leap up and shriek at the sudden movement of a spider in his garage.
Will
Will switched on every light in the cabin and drew the front curtains while Ben pulled out two cots and Dusty unloaded their cooler into the small refrigerator. They then sat around and each had a beer (courtesy of Will's older brother), beginning with a toast to Hank's safe return, then tried to make conversation as the eeriness of the place started to settle upon them again—girls, Will's first year at college, other plans for the summer—but everything felt stifled. Everything seemed so trivial under the circumstances, and Ben was distracted.
Dusty picked up a photo from an end table. It was of Hank and his wife and Ben's family from two summers ago, the last time they were all here together.
"Awwww. Little Benben," he said, "back when you were just getting your pubes and you didn't have to shave your chest."
"I'm not shaving it this summer," said Ben before taking a swig of beer. "No swim competitions for now...didn't get a scholarship so I can just enjoy it. Fuck shaving. The girls seem to like it."
"Looks like it runs in the family," chuckled Dusty, observing the hair that fanned across the broad chest and down the defined abs of Hank in the picture. "Your uncle a swimmer, too? He's ripped. Looks pretty young for an old guy."
"He's only 35." Ben was in no mood for Dusty's derision, even if the dumb jock was just kidding around. "And yea, he is the one who taught me to swim first, actually. We are pretty close, so could you knock off the teasing for a minute. I'm worried about him, or can't you tell?"
Dusty was a little chagrined. "I know, man. I'm just trying to lighten the mood a bit. It's not exactly a party in here and..."
"Were you expecting a party?" Ben interrupted.
"No, man. I just assumed he would be here and we would be able to chill. I didn't expect...I don't know. I'm sorry." He set the photo down. "I'm sorry he's missing. He seems like a cool guy. he can probably take care of himself. I know he has helped take care of you. Probably has a fatherly thing going on."
Hank
Ben's affections for Hank were actually more brotherly. Despite being just five years younger than Ben's father, Hank always had a more brotherly rapport with Ben, mostly because he didn't have to act like a parent and Ben did not have a brother of his own. Hank's wife, Wendy, was a corporate lawyer, more hard-nosed, almost competitive with Ben's parents at times—not as a parent, but as one who needed to assert that her decision to be childless was equal if not superior to parenting. Hank had wanted kids, but he volunteered with youth, taught swimming on the side, and spent a fair amount of time with Ben. Ben only now considered that perhaps Hank had fatherly feelings for him, but he couldn't speak to that.
"You've gone quiet again," said Dusty. Ben had been in a reverie as Dusty sat next to him and put an arm around his shoulders. They both looked over at Will who had started to doze while still sitting in an armchair.
"Will, man," said Dusty loudly. "You're gonna drop your beer."
Will opened his eyes slightly and then eased himself up with a sigh. "I want to take a shower and hit the hay," he mumbled. "Don't mind me." He stood, chugged the last of his beer, then set the bottle on the table and walked toward the bedroom, peeling his shirt over his head as he went.
"Looks like that swim scholarship is working out for you. Looking good, stud," Dusty hooted as Will disappeared through the door. "Why don't we play a prank on him?" He whispered to Ben, who just shook his head. "Oh c'mon. It'll liven things up a bit. Nothing too bad. Got any rubber spiders around here."
Ben chuckled and bowed his head, then shook it again.
"Maybe some pipe cleaners. I made a spider out of some of them in elementary school. If it's dark enough, it'll work."
"Can't you just relax for once, man?" Ben looked at him with more sympathy than annoyance. "I know we've been driving all day. I know this is a weird situation. But let's just try to relax, let the beers do their work, get some rest and then go swimming tomorrow."
"I've never gone swamp swimming. You sure it's safe?"
"Yea. Not at night. Never at night. But the water is pretty clean on this end. It's more like a pond because there is a spring underneath pumping the water up into it. It flows out from this point."
"Fuck." Dusty looked a little disturbed, then flashed a wicked grin. "Oh man, maybe we can prank Will with that. Some rubber snakes or something. You have any of those."
Ben only groaned.
Will, as it turns out, was already a little unsure about the water here as he looked into the shower and saw how streaked it was with something almost silvery—not oily, but with an odd, mineral shimmer to it that trapped dirt in it and made the white little chamber look squalid, though it didn't smell at all of mildew. It had a not-unpleasant scent of soap and something earthy. When he turned the water on, the scent became stronger.
Will shrugged, pondered how people pay good money for spas with mineral springs and baths, so he should actually just enjoy it. And when he stepped in, he immediately thought to himself that he had been missing out. His skin immediately warmed and tingled, and as he passed his hands over his taut, cut torso he found himself completely absorbed in the sensation. He had never felt so sensual—a word that, to his teen male mind, felt effete and alien to his experience. But that is how he felt as his hands glided over his skin, shaved smooth for competition: sensual, sensuous.
He didn't bother to soap up. He just massaged the water and its shimmering contents into his skin. Soon, one hand was gently massaging the water through his ass crack, fingering his hole lightly while the other was gliding over his fully erect cock. His blue green eyes were half-lidded beneath his strong, angular brow, above those high cheek bones descending to full lips, parting with heavy breath. His tongue traced his lips, tasting the earthiness that he already smelled, permeating his body.
This was pure sexual stupor, a pervasive pleasure that surged from every nerve into his solar plexus, down the deep crease of his abs, through his navel and into his cock, leaking its only silvery, heavy water, from the broad head, cantilevered 7 straight inches away from a trim patch of coarse, blonde hair. "Oh gawd." He muttered. "Oh fuck."
He was seconds away from a full release when a knock came on the door.
"Hey, Will." Ben's voice came through, snapping him back to reality. "I need to take a leak. Do you mind if I come in?"
Will was for a moment enraged, but he caught himself. "Door is unlocked, but I'm almost done. Can you wait a sec?"
"Sure," came the reply.
But it was too late for Will. He couldn't possibly finish what he had started. He was going to have blue balls like never before. He shut off the water, wrapped a towel around himself, opened the door and walked past Ben without even looking him in the eye. "It's all yours."
Dusty was looking over an old annotated book of maps and trails for the area. Leather-bound and ratty, it's gilded lettering mostly scuffed off, it looked to be from the early twentieth century, perhaps earlier. The yellow pages were printed in a large, classic font and covered with detailed engravings of the area, along with a few hand-written notes. These were from Ben's grandfather, Dusty surmised.
He was no bibliophile, but something about the printing made it seem rare and unusual, especially given the limited range of its subject matter and even more limited audience. How many people needed to know about this little patch of wilderness? Who would bother to print it up this way? These questions occurred to him, in spite of the fact that he found himself engrossed. It wasn't just the restless need for distraction. There was something strangely compelling about it all.
Will slumped down, still a little wet and with only the towel wrapped loosely around his waist. He was a little curious about what Dusty was reading, but not enough to ask and get a smart-ass reply. All he could think about was getting his rocks off...immediately.
He stood again, "I'm gonna step outside."
Dusty didn't look up. "Cool, man."
The moment he shut the door behind him, he threw the towel over his shoulders, leaned on the door and started jacking his dick. He wasn't in that wonderful, sensual stupor. He was in pain, almost angry, just needing release.
Inside, Ben came back in the den and sat down. "Where did Will go?"
Dusty finished reading a sentence about ancient petroglyphs on a bluff somewhere in the forest. "What? Oh. He stepped outside?"
"What? Why?" Ben started to stand up.
"Chill out, man. He isn't going to disappear."
Ben shot him a dirty look.
"I don't...I didn't mean like your uncle. I wasn't talking about that. Shit." He sighed. "He isn't going far. I think he was just wearing a towel."
Ben sat down. "The mosquitoes will eat him alive."
Dusty replied, "Nah, man. They aren't so active this time of night. At least, according to this book." He pointed at it and looked up at Ben again. "Have you read this before? It's pretty interesting. Looks like it's gotten a lot of use."
Ben relaxed. "No, I've never read it. A friend of my grandfather wrote it and printed it himself, then distributed it among members of their lodge."
"Lodge?"
"Local Elk Lodge or something. Not the Elk Lodge. I think just a private club for men in the region."
"Your grandfather was in one of those? What about your dad and your uncle?"
"No. I think they shut it down a while ago."
Dusty looked back down at the book, shrugged, then started reading again. Ben stood to get another beer. As he was reading, Dusty heard a gasp and creak from beyond the front door. 'Just Will," he thought, and carried on.
Will was gasping lightly, nearing ejaculation. A shred of rational thought and propriety forced him to lean forward and take steps toward the edge of the porch so he wouldn't leave a trail of jism for them to find in the morning. His legs wobbled as he kept jacking and shuffling forward into the near total darkness and silence. And then, the darkness seemed to be shattered with a blast of bluish light as he came, and came, and came. His legs gave out and his knees—and almost his face—crunched into an accumulation of pine needles at the edge of the porch and his palms landed in the dirt. He didn't care about the dirt, the potential vermin, or anything else. His mind was utterly consumed in the most powerful orgasm of his life, continuing unabated without his hands on his cock. His eyes, adjusting to the darkness and wide open were seeing stars, and mingling among them were high, long jets of jism spraying just under his nose and into the palest bit of moonlight and a faint glow from the window behind him. The smell of the soil mingled with the alkaline scent of his semen, and from his skin there still remained a whiff the shower water, evaporating fully off his feverish body.
It took him several minutes to catch his breath and come to his senses. His skin was still tingling, and in the silence for a moment all he could hear was the strong thudding of his heart and his own breath, but then there came a shuffling noise ahead of him. His face shot up and every hair stood on end. Again, a faint noise. He scrambled to his feet and stumbled backward onto the patio, then stood still for a moment as he thought he saw a flicker of blue flame. And then another noise, like a heavy, firm footfall. He spun around and flung the door open, then slammed it behind him and locked it, but continued to press against it.
Dusty and Ben just gaped silently at their panting, naked friend.
"Jesus, Will. What the fuck happened."
"There's something out there," he said stepping backward but still keeping his eyes on the doors and windows.
"It's the forest, Will. At night. There are all sorts of things out there. Boars, gators, deer..." Dusty trailed off, having sufficiently asserted his burgeoning expertise on the region.
"Yea, I know, man," Will said over his shoulder. "I just...I just got spooked."
"Maybe it's Hank."
"No. No car, no flashlight. Pitch dark out there, except...I saw a blue flame."
"Foxfire, maybe," said Ben, at a loss, even though he had never seen foxfire near the cabin and it couldn't occur in the middle of dry earth.
"I guess. But whatever was moving was some sort of animal. Not human for sure." Will finally turned to face his friends. their eyes went instinctively to his crotch, where his cock hung still half-hard and dripping a little.
Dusty laughed. "Jesus, man! Looks like it got you excited in more ways than one."
Will just shot him a dirty glance. "I'm going to go wash up again. I stumbled out there."
Dusty called after him, "Well, when you wash up, be sure you don't leave too much jizz in the shower. I'm using it next." He then glanced at Ben. "Unless you want to."
Ben was staring at the door. "Guess he left his towel out there."
Dusty looked back at the book. "We'll get it in the morning. I doubt it's going anywhere." He snickered. "I guess we don't need to prank him after all. Things have a way of taking care of themselves, eh? I think everything is going to be okay. We'll probably even find Hank tomorrow. I have a good feeling."
Ben didn't. He was suddenly remembering the old stories that members of his grandfather's lodge used to tell about the spirits and beasts that lurked in the forest when they had multi-family camping trips. Something about when the forest goes silent, silent moons, when the animals seem to flee. They would never come during those periods, they say, because it was dangerous. What the danger was, they left to the imagination, and then as now, Ben's imagination was running wild. He got up and went to the bedroom, stripped down and spread his long, strong limbs over the covers. He caught a familiar scent—Hank's scent, but also a pleasant earthiness, suffusing the bedding. It calmed him, and before he could realize he was falling asleep, he was out cold, not even waking when Will stepped out of the bathroom.
How many times had Will seen his friend in this state of undress? Countless. And yet he was transfixed, gazing over Ben's perfectly toned build, the graceful curves of his back convening to a perfect, domed ass, with a pale crescent of untanned skin peeking out from where his fitted briefs were pulled slightly over his right buttock. Will caught himself in this state and was just shaking it off as Dusty walked in the room, suddenly quite tired. He looked between his two half-naked friends. At Ben, he muttered, "Selfish bastard." At Will, "You feeling better?"
"Yea," Will murmured.
"Good. Good. I'm going to take a quick shower then turn in. You want the couch? I tried a cot and it's actually pretty comfy."
"I'm good with either."
Dusty moved past his friend, peeling his shirt over his head, showing the definition of his thick pecs and lats over the trim, firm waist. For that split second his head was cocooned in the shirt, Will again had a flash of hunger. Had Dusty looked him in the eye as he passed, he might have noticed, but he didn't.
"Take your pick. I'm fine with either, too," he said shutting the door behind him.
Will shuffled into the den and stretched out on the couch. Why was he suddenly feeling these pangs of lust with his friends? And what was so powerful about that water? 'Must be an aphrodisiac,' he thought to himself. 'That would explain everything,' though it hardly explained anything.
But these thoughts turned back toward a sense of dread as he looked at the door and windows again. He heard the water come on. 'Will it affect the other guys, too?'
The answer to that was yes. Dusty frequently shot off in the shower, and was tired, and it didn't register as much in his mind just how potent the water made him feel. His large tool didn't always go fully hard, hovering at eight-thick inches, but suddenly it was a pounding nine-inches, so thick that his fingers could not fully encompass it at it's thickest center point. Dusty, slightly buzzed and always indulgent in his own virility, felt a surge of stuporous pride as he stroked himself toward orgasm. His feet were already failing him as the first shot began to boil in the pit of his stomach, and he gritted his teeth and went cross-eyed when it erupted, followed by more salvos, wracking his body as it slid down the wall.
When at last it finished, the wall beneath the shower head was streaked with thick lines of jism. Dusty, always curious about his own body, had tasted his own cum before, and—as another point of pride—found himself liking it. (A point of pride because his tasted good, whereas others did not, from what he heard.) At this moment, in his stupor, he lept forward and began tonguing up every trace of it that he could. The water coursed over his shaking back, flexing as he leaned forward and hungrily smeared the thick white web over his tongue, smacking it in his mouth and swallowing as he breathed heavily through his nose. The water streamed through his crack, forcing dark hair in it to lie flat over his pink asshole, sending sparks through him in ways he would have found novel had he not been consumed with another hunger. His senses still weren't fully composed when he involuntarily shut off the water, still leaning with his forehead against the tile beneath the shower head, feeling its last, slick drips anoint his scalp, catch in his full, dark eyebrows and slither down his cheeks, his nose, over his slick, full lips, webbed with strands of his cum. He leaned down and made a few last lazy licks at the wall to make sure he had gotten it all, tasting the sweet earthiness of the water.
He stumbled out. Toweled off. Went to the den and saw that Will was already asleep. He turned off two lamps, and was about to turn off the third and final one...but he paused and looked at the door. "We'll leave you on tonight," he whispered to the light, then crawled onto the cot and almost immediately fell asleep.
First Contact
They awoke to a knock on the door—first Will, then Dusty.
"Hank Conway? This is the State Patrol. Are you in there? Will scrambled to his feet and glanced around at the empty beer bottles. He snatched them up and ran to the kitchen. Dusty was groggy, but still had wits enough to see Will's panic and find it funny. He sprung up and went to the door.
"Hello, officer," he said as he opened the door. The officer was a young recruit, with a broad, square jaw and broad build. 'A former football player,' Dusty assessed, accurately. He could also tell the officer was a bit of a rube, a bit twitchy. "Mr Conway isn't here. That's why we are. His nephew is here. We came out here last night hoping to find some trace of him."
"You do realize there is an active investigation?"
"Yes, but Mr Conway's sister thought it wasn't active enough, officer, so she asked her son to come out here and he didn't want to come alone." Dusty turned his head to Will, who was standing dumbly in the kitchen door. "Will, go wake Ben up. He's the one who should be talking to this guy."
"My point is," said the officer sternly, "this could be a crime scene, so people shouldn't be disturbing it."
"Well, sir, we haven't disturbed much." He looked around and spotted the piece of paper on the floor by the desk. "We didn't even pick up that paper that was on the floor." He flashed the officer a bright smile, "We're all kind of slobs I guess."
"May I come in and take a look around?" the officer asked.
Dusty hesitated, "Well...it isn't my property. Closest person to it is Ben. So let's just wait a sec and ask him."
"Is there something you don't want me to see in here?" The officer's voice was growing notably more forceful.
'Bumpkin bully cop,' Dusty thought to himself. "Well, if you don't mind seeing three guys in their underwear and some old books and that sort of thing," he said with a smile. 'Something tells me this guy hasn't cracked a book in years, so this ought to be interesting.'
"Please come in, officer," said Ben, entering the den with a blanket around his shoulders. "Sorry, we're all a little out of it this morning. We got to sleep late. We're all feeling a little spooked, I think."
Carlyle
The officer stepped in and Ben offered a handshake. "I'm Ben Howard. I want to thank you for coming out, though. My family has been worried that the search has been stalled a bit by lack of manpower. Glad to know people are looking. Are there any leads?"
"Officer Carlyle. This is the lead," said the officer. "We don't have much to go on besides what you and I already know. His car hasn't been spotted anywhere."
Will spoke up. "I will make us all some coffee. I figure we all need some." He paused. "The water...it's safe to drink here, right Ben?"
Officer Carlyle chuckled at the squeamish city-boy. "The water out here is better than anything you have in the city if you have a good well."
"It's good," added Ben. "There's a filtration system in the sink, but it's safe to drink anyways, yes." He turned to Carlyle. "So where else are people looking?"
"Where else am I looking, is the question. We actually don't have a lot of men to commit to this search, especially since we aren't sure this was even the last place he came."
"There's some old milk in the fridge and the door was open, so I think he has been here recently."
"See," said Carlyle with a little frustration, "this is why you should stay out of the investigation once it's launched."
"We weren't sure there was an investigation, and the family will need to come out here at some point, hopefully with my uncle, but..." he trailed off. "We couldn't stay away not knowing anything. It would have been no different had we come out here before filing the report."
"Well, point is, you haven't helped your uncle by being here, so I suggest if you don't see him in the next 24 hours, you head back home."
"That's already the plan," said Ben, keeping his cool. "They are expecting us back tomorrow night."
"Good. Now if you don't mind I'll take a look around and see if I spot anything else that may assist in this search."
"Of course," said Ben, and gestured to let the cop in further, then shut the door quietly and took a seat in the nearest arm chair.
No one spoke for several minutes. The kettle whistled, and shortly Will entered with a mug of coffee. He patted Ben on the shoulder as he handed it to him. "Here you go, man." Ben thanked him, and Will rested his hand on his shoulder again, squeezed a little. The hand lingered there and he stared absently at his friend as his lips gently touched the rim of the steaming cup and took a sip.
"It's not bad, actually. Good water, I guess." He laughed lightly and looked up at Will, catching his gaze. Will suddenly felt caught in the act of something unseemly, but Ben didn't notice. Will stepped away to get his own cup of coffee, almost running into Dusty in the kitchen door, holding a mug in each hand. "Officer, I made you a cup of coffee if you want one."
The officer was in the bedroom, looking sideways at the colorful underwear thrown on the floor by the bathroom. 'Faggots,' he thought. 'Not touching that coffee.' He said nothing, didn't even look at Dusty who was now looking at him through the door. Dusty turned to his friends and rolled his eyes, then offered the second cup to Will. All three took seats and sat quietly for a few minutes. Dusty returned to reading the guidebook.
A few silent minutes passed. The silence of the forest outside was striking again, then was broken by Dusty. "Huh. I think this is a map of this part of the forest," he said, pointing at an aerial engraving of a bend in a body of water, surrounded by dense trees with a few rocky clearings. "They call it Murmur Marsh. Look, the handwritten note here—this little square, and it says 'For the Conway Cabin.' So I guess they printed this before your grandfather built here."
This was new information to Ben. He had always assumed everyone had settled out here before the book was printed, that the reason for its printing was a sort of homeowner's association. Homesteaders association? In any case, it implied that his grandfather and friends had been more adventurous than he thought, coming into a completely virgin forest.
Will remarked, "I wonder how accurate these maps actually are. I don't mean how things have changed. I mean, how well did they actually draw out these places if they didn't see them from overhead."
Dusty nodded, "Yea, I wouldn't trust the maps too much for accuracy. It's more about the general lay of the land and what you find in each area. They aren't even really connected." He set the book aside for a moment and took a swig of coffee. "You guys want to do any exploring today?"
Ben said, "I figured we'd go for a swim first. I never even took a shower last night."
Will and Dusty felt a surge in their cocks at the mere mention of the shower. They glanced at each other, and a flash of recognition glimmered in their eyes, which they then averted, unable to account for it and unwilling to face the possibility that the other had experienced the same thing.
Carlyle re-entered the room, swaggering and holding a pair of handcuffs out on his gloved, right index finger.
Ben and Dusty went pale. "Officer?" Ben stuttered.
"These yours?"
"N-no. Where did you find them?"
"I found a whole drawer of toys in there. I guess your uncle had some interesting uses for this place."
"Uh," Ben shrank in his chair. "I guess. He and his wife, they came out here to get away. She was a big corporate lawyer. Maybe they..."
"It's okay, boy," Carlyle sniggered. "I just had to check. It ain't a crime. I'm even gonna leave them where I found them. Just making notes. You never know what's a clue to finding someone until they've been found."
Ben wanted him to leave immediately, but he couldn't force him out. 'Hick cop. No wonder this investigation isn't going anywhere. He's more interested in humiliating me and my uncle than finding anyone.'
"I will take a look around the property outside before I leave. Did your uncle swim out there?"
"Yes. We all did. We're going swimming this morning, actually."
"Well, watch out for gators and moccasins. They are ornery in this heat, and you're a long way from a hospital."
"We'll be careful, officer." Ben was just relieved to know that Carlyle was leaving soon.
"I might swing by the old quartz cave, actually. If he liked swimming, maybe he went there."
"The quartz cave?"
"Yea, it's this underground spring that some of the locals use. It's a warm spring, so I can't figure why you'd want to go swimming there in this heat, but they say it's good for the skin and all."
Dusty spoke up, "Actually, yea, it's in here. It was used briefly as a quartz mine, but there was too much water, so they quit blasting and just used it as a sort of spa. It's here on one of the pages I read..." He started thumbing back through the guide.
Carlyle just shrugged and went back into the bedroom to return the cuffs. Will and Ben exchanged glances, then wan smiles. Will wanted to see Ben without the blanket again. Ben just wanted to go swimming. Dusty muttered, "I don't get it. I swore I read something about it." He flipped ahead toward the end of the book. "Wait, here it is. Huh. I don't get it. I hadn't read that far, and I was starting from the beginning."
Carlyle walked through the room and out the front door.
"Weird. Must be losing my mind a little. Or maybe reading in my sleep."
Ben could think of plenty of other explanations, but he didn't care to indulge them. "You barely read when you are awake, man," he said.
Dusty flashed a winning smile and flicked him off, lifted the tome as if to say, 'Watch me,' then went back to skimming over the pages.
Ben looked between Dusty and Will. "I'm going to get into my trunks." He stood up, arching his back and spreading his abs in high relief, directly before Will, whose eyes drooped to the pert package just beneath. He salivated. "You guys ready for a swim, too?"
Will's eyes bolted up. "Yes. C'mon. Let's get out there before it's too damn hot."
Dusty shut the book, still puzzled by his fallible memory and the sense that he had somehow absorbed more than he could account for having read. "Sounds good to me."
They made their way to the water's edge. Officer Carlyle was moving around the perimeter. As they approached, he called out, "Hoo boy! I may have to come back with my gear! Y'all have some serious fish in this marsh."
Ben was a bit stunned. The shallows around the reeds were swarming with catfish. In the dark center of the immediate pond, other fish were floating in circles.
"Weird," breathed Ben. "Really weird. I've never seen catfish swarm around a shore like that."
"I've never seen a catfish," admitted Will. "Never cared for the way they taste, either."
"Bottom feeders," said Ben. "Yea, not my favorite. But man...in all my years coming here as a kid, I've never seen so many fish here. Must be a spawning season, or something. But I thought they preferred deeper water."
"The water gets pretty deep here," said Dusty. The other two turned with a little surprise. "I read about it in the book. Says it drops off quickly to pit where the water comes up. It comes up warm."
"We'll stay near the surface, I think," said Will, stepping forward to the soggy margin of the water. Even his looming presence was not enough to deter the catfish. He had to step over them to get into the water, and several slid against his shins. "Aw, sick," he groaned.
"Easy to catch if we want catfish," shrugged Dusty. "But I guess we don't." He smiled at Ben, then took a running leap over the reeds and planted his feet suddenly in four inches of silvery mud. Several wormy looking fish came shooting out of the ground away from him toward the center of the pond. He thought for a moment they were snakes, and Will, who also them, shrieked a bit.
"Jesus. The whole pond is alive."
"I hope you don't mind the company," Dusty said mischievously as he trudged into deeper water and then flipped on his back with a splash, speeding toward the deeper water, them bobbing underwater for a second. He didn't want to open his eyes underwater and he hadn't brought goggles, which annoyed him. He wanted to see for himself the size of the pit. He felt the water being disturbed by Will, swimming closer to him. He also felt occasional, ticklish caresses from what felt like eels.
Snakes?!
His eyes snapped open for a second and he saw into the pit rather clearly. The water was only slightly clouded, not by algae and dirt, but with that same silvery mineral matter that was everywhere, and through it there were dark, slithering forms milling about, which seemed to get larger the deeper the water, though it was hard to get a sense of depth in that brief moment. They were definitely not snakes, but definitely something like an eel.
He heard Will shriek a little and turned his face upward, shaking the water from his eyes to see his friend batting at the water.
"Fuck. These things aren't afraid of us at all. And they're slimy as hell." He yelled to the shore, "Ben, you didn't say anything about eels."
He indeed hadn't, because he knew nothing of them. He just shrugged. He was still eying Officer Carlyle, who had moved along to scout around the perimeter of the property.
"Are you going to join us or what?" yelled Dusty. "I think Will needs an adult."
Will sneered, "I'm the oldest one here."
Dusty laughed. "Tell me about it."
They locked eyes aggressively while treading water, but gradually and then suddenly the effect that water had on them in the shower seemed to return. They were no longer being pelted with it, but were rather immersed in it, gently, above the source of it, where the spring water was not diluted by the other water of the marsh. The peculiarity of this did not occur to them. They were suddenly just aware of their bodies, the vibration of each other's muscular strokes lapping across them, the circling of the eel-like fish. A leg brushed against another slowly, automatically. Then again, and one hooked around the other, bringing them closer together...and they sunk together briefly, then shot up sputtering.
"Asshole!" sputtered Will as he glided back.
"Me?! That was all you, buddy." His laugh stopped short and his face eased as the body relaxed again. "What was that anyways?"
Will looked aside and swam further away from shore. Dusty turned and saw that Ben was just wading into the water, not really diving in. A desire began to build in him as he gazed at his friend starting to glisten with sweat in the seething light. A desire for cool, darkness swept over him, as did a reflexive desire to avoid staring, no matter how much Ben had inexplicably begun to draw his gaze. 'What's this queer shit?' He thought, just as he dove down toward the pit.
Ben saw him disappear and a pang of worry filled him, so he moved closer and deeper, eventually flopping on to his back and floating lazily toward the center. The fish grazed him, but somehow he remained calm, almost numb. This trip was more of an ordeal than he had expected, and it wasn't half over. Would there at least be a happy ending? The officer's visit had only increased his sense of dread. Dusty emerged softly beside him.
"How ya doing, buddy?" He whispered. Ben cracked a smile. "This is a great spot. Aside from the weird fish. Glad you brought us out here." He looked up and down his friend's lean form, grew attentive to the wet material cupping Ben's package. He'd never seen it erect. A strange image crossed his mind: one of the eel-like fish, a big one, dangling from Ben's crotch, a long, slick, torpedo of a cock that put his own big dong to shame. The image was there and gone, but it left its mark, and as he saw one of the fish pass by, it's phallic nature became its primary feature. Another was passing close to his hand, and he instinctively reached for it, grasped it. The creature writhed for a moment, then was suddenly free of his grasp. In his fist, a sheath of thick slime bobbed in the water. It retained its shape, like a ghost of the fish, made of ectoplasm that clung to his skin.
"Holy fuck," he said lifting his hand calmly to show it to Ben. Ben turned, and when he saw the blob of slime in Dusty's hands he thrashed for a moment. "Whoa. Chill. It's from the fish. It came off in my hand this way when I grabbed one."
"Sick," breathed Ben. "I don't remember any of this happening before."
Dusty was oddly calm. "I have heard of things like this before. They call them hagfish, but I thought they were saltwater fishes. Guess I was wrong. Anyhow, yea, I've heard about these things. They are harmless. They say you can cook the slime like scrambled eggs." He laughed. "Looks like I caught breakfast after all."
Ben was disturbed by the unfamiliarity of all of this, but he still smiled. He had for a moment forgotten the reasons why they were there. But then heard a car door slam. Ben and Dusty turned to see Officer Carlyle's SUV backing out onto the dirt road.
"Would have loved to serve him some of these eggs," grumbled Dusty. They quietly treaded water for a second, watching the car disappear while Will swam closer. "Jesus, what the fuck do you have in your hand, Dusty?"
Dusty turned and flashed a smile. "Breakfast. Cockslime over easy, bitch." He flung the blob at Will—not just toward—and while half stayed partly glued to his hand, a large skein of the slime connected with Will's square in the forehead.
"FUCK! What the fuck?! You fucking asshole." He started to swim at Dusty, who dodged around Ben, who was unsure whether he could laugh or should intervene. The water was so soothing, to him, though, so he just observed Dusty and Will literally swim circles around him until Dusty broke off and swam toward the center of the pit and they both paused. "Seriously, what the fuck was that?"
"It's just fish slime, man. It's harmless. People eat it."
"I'll make you fucking eat it, faggot."
"Oh, what ya gonna make me eat, college man?"
"Something even your big mouth can't handle, cocksucker."
"You want me to suck your cock? Ah man, I love you, but you're not my type."
Will just fumed. And then he was horrified to realize he was getting hard. He slapped the surface of the water and swam back toward the shallows to relax a bit. Ben took the opportunity to jab back on his behalf.
"I dunno, man. I seem to remember you always claiming you could hold your breath longer than anyone else. Seems maybe you were training for something other than swimming."
Dusty laughed. "You two been thinking a lot about this, huh? I guess I better keep one eye open tonight. And yea, I can hold my breath longer than you two, but it's so I can do things like this."
And suddenly, there was just a ripple where his body had descended quickly into the darkness of the pit, and his eyes opened again, stinging as the warm, shimmering water beat against them, just as it soothed the rest of his body. How deep did it go? How deep could he go? He had only recently started training for serious dives, but he felt confident enough to push it and do deeper. Twenty feet and it was getting darker. Thirty and it was a hazy, warm bath. He had to shut his eyes and he hesitated to go further. He was just starting to float up, when something within him made him almost involuntarily dive another few feet, then another, and then he felt it. A big one.
A hagfish? No. So much bigger than the others. But the same texture, the same slime, the same movement, but much stronger. One twinge of panic surged, but the water was so calming, and as the creature writhed a bit against his smooth legs, it stuck to him a little. 'Big cock.' The words formed in his brain as a sort of idealized thing, a hunger, assuming material form in the creature against him. It would have been absurd and even horrifying to him in a normal state of mind, but Dusty's mind was a bit blown at the moment—low on oxygen, high on whatever was in that water.
Then he felt the rasp. His legs had been partially ensnared by the fish, and he was just discovering this as its raspy, barbed tongue shot from its mouth along the back of his trunks. It tore them slightly, abrading his flesh and giving him a shock. He started to fight back, but he was too stuporous. The second shot ripped a wide hole and scratched his ass slightly. This deeper invasion inspired more panic, shaking him from lethargy, and he began to kick upwards. The fish impeded him, but did not pull him down. Rather, it pulled his left leg away, turning him as he fought upwards and opening his ass. The water pulsing against his hole sent shivers through him even as he struggled upward, now in true panic. He hardly felt it at first as something small attached itself to his perineum, then slithered up toward his hole, slicking his flesh along the way. There was too much other stimulation and confusion, but then he felt it probe inside him. He tried to flex his ass shut, but it was more interested in involuntarily flexing and unflexing as he kicked upward. He groaned as he felt it enter him.
The big fish disappeared, leaving only a webbing of slime trailing off from his left thigh and foot and he shot upward, bursting out of the water, sputtering and heaving.
He couldn't hear Ben scolding, "Jesus, man. Don't overdo it. I don't want to have to do CPR on you."
He didn't hear anything, didn't care. His single intention was to get to shore and try to shit out whatever was inside him. He was stumbling through the mud, ran right past Will who, though still angry, had concern enough to ask, "You okay, man?"
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Dusty repeated as he slogged toward the reeds. This time, the catfish actually cleared a path for him, and he stumbled on to the soggy edge and fell to his knees and pushed out with this ass. Nothing seemed to come. Ben and Will were coming up behind him and could see that his trunks were torn, exposing his deep crack.
"Dusty! What's happening?" Ben asked, almost pleading. Will was having a different reaction, feeling almost ready to tear through his own trunks.
Dusty flipped onto his feet, squatting and trying to expel whatever he felt enter his ass. He couldn't feel it inside, but he was sure it had gone in and not come out.
"Something's inside me!" he grunted, red-faced. Some big fish attacked me and I felt something go inside...inside of me."
"Jesus," Ben muttered. "Jesus, we should go to the hospital."
Dusty grunted more, contracting his ass as hard as he could. He steadied himself with one hand and shoved a finger inside himself, feeling around for whatever it was. Then two. Will and Ben looked on with curiosity. Will didn't even seem to notice he was now fully erect, bulging his trunks obscenely.
"Seriously, man," said Ben. "Let's just get to the hospital. I've never heard of anything like this."
Dusty grunted as he finger-fucked himself. He had hardly noticed himself that his probing had turned into something more and already his terror was subsiding into something more pleasant. It was then that he finally took notice of Will, standing tall and glistening in the water. With the sun behind him, Will's bulge was obscure to Dusty's squinting eyes, and yet he could somehow sense it was there. He stood and began wobbling toward the cabin. Ben and Will joined him.
"Do you need help? Let me grab your sandals." Ben doubled back and looked around for everyone's discarded objects while Will and Dusty continued barefoot. Will moved in close and slid his arm around Dusty's torso, steadying his friend. A surge of energy spread through both of them, stopping them in their tracks. They breathed heavily as they turned their heads to each other and locked eyes.
Will was absorbed by those deep, brown eyes, slightly bloodshot and tearful beneath full brows. The pert nose beneath, the two-days of stubble darkening the smooth, broad cheeks—he had never seen his friend this way before, nor had Dusty ever been so taken by his friend's classic, Nordic looks. A though triggered in his head, 'But he doesn't look like an Asian chick,' while his slightly parted lips only breathed, "Hey, man."
Will whispered, "We taking you the hopsital?"
"No...no, I don't want to go."
"I think Ben might insist." Will's grip around Dusty's torso tightened and Dusty's arm hung over Will's shoulder, dangling across his thick trapezius.
"It'll be fine. Maybe I imagined it."
"How can we be sure? We ought to be sure."
Dusty paused. "Could you check inside me?"
Will breathed hard, his cock straining visibly in his trunks. "Sure," he whispered.
"Guys!" Ben called, approaching with the sandals. He dropped them by their feet. "I'll go get some stuff together and leave a note for Hank in case he comes back while we're at the hospital."
He was thirty feet ahead when Dusty called out, "Ben, man...I am fine. I don't want to go. Will is going to help me out."
Ben spun around. "What? Dusty, you said something crawled inside you. You need to go to the hospital."
"Maybe I was wrong. I can't feel anything. That's why Will is going to check for me."
Ben was thunderstruck. He looked at Will. "Will, that's really great that you want to help him out, but we should get him to a doctor."
"He said he doesn't want to go," Will replied commandingly in his baritone voice, very calm. Dusty and he both squeezed just a little tighter. "I've got a little medic training. If anything is weird, we'll go to the hospital, but we'll check first."
"CPR and Heimlich aren't the same as a prostate exam, Will," Ben protested.
"It's Dusty's decision," Will said firmly. "And he says he doesn't want to go."
"Seriously, Ben. It will be fine. If you could make some breakfast, that would be awesome. Will and I will go in the bedroom and he can..." Will hugged tighter. Dusty's head started to swim. "Ya know."
Ben was exasperated. The situation with Hank was already so fucked up, and now this. He just turned, defeated, and continued to the cabin. The others followed at their own pace.
When Dusty and Will entered the den, they could hear Ben in the kitchen. Dusty said, "We'll just be a minute," but got no response.
They shut the door behind them. Will's arm was still around Dusty, who turned and brought their chests together—and their cocks, sliding hard against each other. "What do we do?"
"Get your trunks off and get on all fours on the bed," Will commanded, looking down into Dusty's eyes, two inches below his own and so close. Dusty turned and complied. Will just watched and reached back to lock the door. They were both no longer in full control of themselves. Things were automatic. Mind and body seemed to be just along for the ride, guided by another force. Will stepped forward, "Do you feel anything?" Dusty shook his head. Will's broad right hand stroked the firm ass and he leaned down closer. His left index finger traced around the moist hole, puckering and a bit swollen from the straining. "I'm going in," he said, and Dusty shivered as hot breath blew against his back entrance. The digit slid in easily and both men sighed. It twirled around inside the hot hole. There was nothing moving around, nothing inside, but...
"Oh my god, you are so wet inside," Will murmured. Dusty seemed to exude a lubricant of his own. Another finger entered and again both young men groaned.
"Will..." Dusty whispered. "Do you feel anything?"
Will was feeling a lot of things, but nothing like a little invader inside of Dusty—just soft folds of tissue, contracting smoothly around his fingers, bathing them with slick juices. Both cocks were as hard as they could be, but Will's was still painfully constrained in his trunks. Dusty could see this, with his head bowed, looking between his legs and his own massive prong.
"Will...take off your trunks."
Will kept his fingers inside Dusty as he pulled his trunks with the other hand, struggling to push them down his thickly muscled thighs then letting them fall past his beautifully formed calves onto his feet. As he carefully stepped out of them, he slid a third finger into Dusty, who moaned ecstatically. Will removed his hand and leaned over him.
"You okay?"
Dusty lifted and turned his head. Will tilted to meet his gaze and their lips were just inches apart...and then upon each other. Will's wet fingers slid back into Dusty, who moaned again into his new lover's mouth.
"Go deeper," he whispered.
"I can't go deeper with my fingers," Will said.
"I know," was all Will said. It was enough to make his point. The fingers were out and guiding Will's cock toward the smooth hole in a flash, and with a firm but gentle push Will completely sheathed himself in Dusty, causing both to moan loudly. Will brought his wet hand to Dusty's mouth, sliding the slick fingers in. Dusty's eyes rolled back into his head as the taste of the mineral spring, the sweet earthiness warmed his mouth and thickened his saliva with its slime, coating his throat. Will began to fuck him slowly, which was not his usual technique. With the many women he had bedded, Will was typically fast and frenzied, unable to control his pace much, but still a capable fucker. Now, he was so overwhelmed by sensations, he could not have gone into a frenzy; it would have been too much for him, so he had to keep it slow.
Even over the sizzling of bacon in a skillet, Ben had heard the moans of his two friends. He knew what kind of moans they were. He knew deep down what was happening, but his rational mind and how he knew his friends told him there was no way this could be happening—no earthly way. He walked the few steps to the bedroom door and almost knocked...but decided to just lean in and listen instead.
"Fuck. Oh my god. Fuck me."
Bed springs squeaking.
"Yea. Oh god...no. Put it back in me."
"Turn over. I want to see your face."
Ben's jaw had slowly dropped as he heard this play out through the door.
No. This had to be a prank.
No. It couldn't be a prank.
No. No no no. What was happening?
On the other side of the door, Dusty was on his back with his beautifully sculpted legs spread with Will's arms, who was leaning over him, sawing his cock in and out, bringing rivulets of slime out with it. When he pulled out completely, thick strands would tether the head to Dusty's open hole, and he desired nothing more than to always be tethered to this hole. Dusty's own prodigious cock was leaking streams of silvery precum all over his taut belly, pooling in his navel. Dusty couldn't even focus his eyes properly, lost as he was in a sexual heat he had never experienced or even imagined.
Will's hands slid along Dusty's legs toward his hips, and in doing so felt the strands of slime on the left leg plastered subtly to his skin. Still wet and sticky, he peeled them off with his fingers and held them up before his eyes as he continued to pump into Dusty's hole. The translucent, pearlescent film glistened beautifully. He looked down at Dusty, panting with an open mouth, then back up at the webbing in his hands...then placed it in his own mouth, letting is swirl and melt with that strange, earthy flavor, letting a little slither down his throat, warming him to the core. He fell forward atop Dusty, pinning him and bringing his mouth over the open mouth beneath him, allowing his own saliva and the slime to ooze in. Dusty lapped it up greedily and almost immediately began shaking with a long, almost agonizing approach to orgasm. For a full minute he was thrashing beneath Will, who was experiencing his own new heights of intensity as Dusty's ass contracted wildly around his cock, milking it and squeezing copious amounts of fluid around around the root, bathing his balls and the blanket beneath them.
Will pressed his full weight down on Dusty, pushing the air out of him, and pressing his cock between their heaving abs, and suddenly Dusty was coming—not breathing, not thinking, not in possession of any sense of space or time, just coming, dissolving into a pure ecstatic oblivion. Their torsos were soon plastered with his seed, and Will roared as these sensations triggered his own release. He roared, stopped thrusting, just squeezed Dusty harder against him. He would have snapped a weaker man, but Dusty's body actually absorbed the suffocating roughness as greater euphoria. Gouts of cum poured into Dusty's body. In their stupor, they could not feel that something, in fact, was moving about in it, a small thing bathing itself in the growing pool of spunk. It felt like just another twitch and flutter in that tangle of flesh by which the two men were rooted together. And Will, half crazed as his own member was pulsing and draining so erratically, did not feel something slender slide inside him, up his shaft and into his body.
It actually took a few minutes for them to both become aware of themselves again, aware that Will's cock was still buried half-mast in Dusty's ass, that Dusty's legs were sprawled out awkwardly, that they were conjoined at the torso by a massive web of cum, that they were still pressing their lips together and whispering unintelligibly. As it dawned on them what had happened, they were confused, but the intensity of the pleasure they had experienced had practically rewired their brains.
Dusty spoke first, "I don't know how the fuck that happened, but I guess it needed to happen. Holy shit."
Will chuckled. "Goddamn. It feels like I put a gallon of cum in you. I'm still hard and I wanna fuck, but my body..."
"Yea...I don't think I'd survive another nut like that. I think I lost some brain cells there, but fuck was it worth it."
"Yea...even though you don't have too many of those to spare." Will smiled. Dusty scrunched his nose and they kissed deeply again.
Dusty broke the kiss, "Holy shit. Ben. Ben is here. Do you think he heard us."
Will blinked and leaned up and both looked down at how Dusty's cum still connected them for a moment, before the strands snapped and slid down Will's torso to the hilt of his cock, which he slowly pulled from Dusty's ass. Both men moaned again as he pulled out, the hole puffing and twitching around it until POP it was out, dangling thick strands of jizz onto the bedspread, which were joined by streams of thick, frothy slime pouring from inside Dusty.
Will said, "Yea. Even if he didn't hear us, he's going to see all this. Man, we made a mess."
Dusty started to sit up but Will pushed him back down and sank to his knees. Without thinking he put his mouth and tongue against and into Dusty's milky cunt, slurping up the mixture of his own cum and Dusty's secretions like he was starved. Dusty started moaning again, then—hungry in his own right—started scooping his cum up from his abs and smearing it onto his tongue. Both fed from Dusty for a few minutes before Will lay atop him again and they shared juices with another round of kissing. It ended when Dusty began to chuckle.
"I should be more confused about this than I am. I just got my ass turned out. You just fucked my ass and I had the biggest nut of my life. What the fuck, man?"
"Are you okay?" Will said, only slightly concerned. Dusty didn't seem upset.
"Yea. I'm actually more concerned about how Ben will react. This is already a weird time for him, so this happening now...and we don't even know exactly what this is."
"He's probably waiting out there for us. What are we going to say?"
Dusty shrugged and gently pushed Will of him as he sat up. "We can tell the truth: that this happened and we don't quite understand it ourselves. That it shouldn't...I don't know. Maybe he knew better. Maybe we were the last to know."
Will didn't believe that. He had never before this trip had any reason to question his sexuality. And in remembering this, he remembered the overall strangeness of the place they were in and what they had experienced. There was nothing normal about any of this, and maybe when they returned home they would find that none of it made sense in hindsight, that life would return to normal.
They were quietly pondering when they heard the front door slam. They looked at each other, then leapt up to look out the small window to the front. They couldn't see Ben. Will ran to the bathroom and peered out a small window over the toilet. He didn't see anything at first, but then Ben came into view, walking briskly in shorts out toward the woods beyond the pond.
"Looks like Ben is going for a walk," he called to Dusty.
Dusty joined him in the cramped space and leaned close. They were still intoxicated by each other, but their affection for Ben was also real.
"We should go after him," Dusty said.
"One of us should. The other should stay behind and clean up a little. And fuck, I'm really hungry, too."
"Me, too," Dusty said. "So let's get a little cleaned up and then I'll go after him."
"No," Will said. "We'll both have a little food, then I'll go after him while you clean up a little. I think you'll be walking a little funny for a while."
Dusty snickered. "You have a point," he said and his hands drifted back to his hole, feeling it still slick with Will's saliva and other juices. His eyes glazed over. Will saw it happen. He wanted to fuck Dusty's ass again. Fuck those sweet lips. Fuck him right in the belly.
'Jesus!' Will was stunned by the vision of him plunging his cock into Dusty's navel, Dusty's silent scream. 'What was happening to him?'
"He is moving fast," Will said. "So we need to move fast, too. He squeezed by Dusty and went out into the den, dick still swinging fat and wet between his legs. Two plates of food—bacon and eggs—were cooling on the table. Hungry as he was, he just stared at it. It somehow wasn't to his appetite, he chalked it up to anxiety, but somehow he knew it was more than that.
"What is this place?" he whispered to himself.
Breaking into two posts for the sake of attachments.
Arrival
It was dusk when Ben, Will and Dusty arrived at the cabin, but it was dark as a city night beneath the towering pines that filled the four acre lot—a tiny sliver of the sprawling forest through which they had navigated. They had made several wrong turns down seemingly identical dirt roads on the way, becoming ever more grateful that Will had thought to bring an extra gas can for the return.
As they stepped out onto the hard earth and heard the crunch of pine needles beneath their shoes, all three thought to themselves how eerily quiet this primeval place was. A glimpse of deepening blue and indigo shone fifty feet ahead through the dark bands of tree trunks, where one edge of miles of marshland made a clearing, hemmed in by reeds, willows and a few mangroves. This marshland was fed by small streams throughout the forest, and also a network of underground springs, access to which—Ben was told—inspired his grandfather to build the cabin here. It was a small retreat that comfortably accommodated no more than three, but sometimes it housed as many as six when the three generations packed in over summers in Ben's childhood, before his grandfather passed and ownership went to Ben's uncle, Hank.
It was because of Hank that Ben and his friends had made the trip. Hank was recently widowed and had been traveling around quite a bit, taking time off from his accounting practice and keeping to himself. His last contact had been with Ben's mother three weeks before, a phone conversation in which he said noncommittally that he might go out to the cabin for a bit. No one had heard from him since, including a few clients with whom he had scheduled meetings and his phone company. Even when grieving, Hank had been professional, taking care of himself and not letting his affairs fall apart. The death of his wife in a car crash was so unexpected, it was safe to assume that he was still processing the event and what his future held. And he knew that people were worried, so even as he maintained a distance, he wasn't actively pushing people away.
He needed space, but was not like him to disappear, so after two weeks of no contact, a missing person report had been filed. No trace of him could be found at his home and his neighbors noted that they hadn't seen his car in his driveway for almost three weeks.
Ben volunteered to drive out to check the cabin himself when it seemed that the authorities were dragging their heels. At 18 and with his first car (formerly his mother's sedan, a graduation present), this would be his first road trip, and for company he brought along Dusty, a fellow member of the swim team, and Will, who had also been on the swim team before graduating a year before. For them, it would be a nice start to the summer break. Ben just wanted to see his uncle again.
Ben
"His car is not here," he noted, looking around the property while leaning on his car.
"Well, like we were saying before," said Will, "he might actually be staying here, but out for a drive. It would be your luck. We'll just see what happens."
"Yup," said Dusty. "So let's start unloading while we still have some light, but first I gotta take a piss." He wandered over to a nearby pine, pulled out his dick and started pissing in plain view of the other two, not even bothering to have his back turned. Will and Ben exchanged smirks. They had seen each other naked countless times in the gym showers, and Dusty was bit of an exhibitionist with his large endowment, so they were not at all shocked. It actually broke the eeriness of the space for a moment and the sense of dread that Ben could not articulate.
Dusty
They brought their small packs to the front porch and Ben was fumbling for his keys when Dusty spoke up, "Dude. The door's open."
They all looked to note that the door was, indeed, slightly ajar. They exchanged glances, not moving for the door. Ben called out, "Uncle Hank? You in there?" There was no response. Will made the first move, stepping forward and cautiously opening the door a little, then pushing it all the way. The front den was dark, but the door open to the kitchen showed a small light. They cautiously made their way in, noting that the den was still very clean and tidy except for one sheet of paper that had fallen to the floor from a stack on the desk.
"Is someone here?" Ben called out again as they made their way in. Silence. He rounded the corner to the kitchen and saw that it, too, was undisturbed. The hood light over the small stove was on, nothing more. In the sink he saw a pair of oily plates. He opened the fridge and found it almost empty, save for half a jug of milk. The expiration date was marked for a week before. 'Perhaps Hank is out provisioning,' he thought.
"There's no one in the bedroom either," Dusty called out from the far room. "Is there just the one bed? I thought you said your family stayed out here."
Ben rolled his eyes and relaxed a bit as he turned to join the others. Leave it to Dusty to maintain normalcy by being all about Dusty. "Yea, we did. We brought sleeping bags and slept on the floor and there is a fold-out cot or two in a closet. That's why I asked you to bring a sleeping bag."
"So who is getting the bed?" said Dusty as Ben entered the bedroom. It was also tidy. The bed covers were pulled up...not neatly, indicating it had been used, and Hank was the sort to launder and remake a bed if he was leaving for good.
"Well, I get the feeling Hank is around and coming back, so he gets the bed."
"It sleeps two, though," Dusty remarked, "So technically one of us could sleep here and keep it warm for him for when he gets back."
"It's 90 degrees in the shade right now," Ben said, getting a little peeved. "I think it's warm enough, and it's going to be enough of a shock to him if he is out here trying to get away and there are three guys suddenly in his space. So we're all sleeping out in the den for now."
"Okay," Dusty whined, "But I want a cot. I don't want to sleep on the floor, because god knows what's crawling around here."
The cabin was actually very well sealed and finished, not just some ramshackle stack of logs, but vermin always have a way of sneaking in and poisonous spiders were not uncommon—and the door had been left open. Will was an arachnophobe, and he peered at the corners of the room. Ben saw him do it and smiled a little. It was always entertaining to think that three, fit men could still be unnerved by the little creepy crawlies. Will was 6'2", broad-shouldered and carrying more muscle than most swimmers, but Ben had seen him leap up and shriek at the sudden movement of a spider in his garage.
Will
Will switched on every light in the cabin and drew the front curtains while Ben pulled out two cots and Dusty unloaded their cooler into the small refrigerator. They then sat around and each had a beer (courtesy of Will's older brother), beginning with a toast to Hank's safe return, then tried to make conversation as the eeriness of the place started to settle upon them again—girls, Will's first year at college, other plans for the summer—but everything felt stifled. Everything seemed so trivial under the circumstances, and Ben was distracted.
Dusty picked up a photo from an end table. It was of Hank and his wife and Ben's family from two summers ago, the last time they were all here together.
"Awwww. Little Benben," he said, "back when you were just getting your pubes and you didn't have to shave your chest."
"I'm not shaving it this summer," said Ben before taking a swig of beer. "No swim competitions for now...didn't get a scholarship so I can just enjoy it. Fuck shaving. The girls seem to like it."
"Looks like it runs in the family," chuckled Dusty, observing the hair that fanned across the broad chest and down the defined abs of Hank in the picture. "Your uncle a swimmer, too? He's ripped. Looks pretty young for an old guy."
"He's only 35." Ben was in no mood for Dusty's derision, even if the dumb jock was just kidding around. "And yea, he is the one who taught me to swim first, actually. We are pretty close, so could you knock off the teasing for a minute. I'm worried about him, or can't you tell?"
Dusty was a little chagrined. "I know, man. I'm just trying to lighten the mood a bit. It's not exactly a party in here and..."
"Were you expecting a party?" Ben interrupted.
"No, man. I just assumed he would be here and we would be able to chill. I didn't expect...I don't know. I'm sorry." He set the photo down. "I'm sorry he's missing. He seems like a cool guy. he can probably take care of himself. I know he has helped take care of you. Probably has a fatherly thing going on."
Hank
Ben's affections for Hank were actually more brotherly. Despite being just five years younger than Ben's father, Hank always had a more brotherly rapport with Ben, mostly because he didn't have to act like a parent and Ben did not have a brother of his own. Hank's wife, Wendy, was a corporate lawyer, more hard-nosed, almost competitive with Ben's parents at times—not as a parent, but as one who needed to assert that her decision to be childless was equal if not superior to parenting. Hank had wanted kids, but he volunteered with youth, taught swimming on the side, and spent a fair amount of time with Ben. Ben only now considered that perhaps Hank had fatherly feelings for him, but he couldn't speak to that.
"You've gone quiet again," said Dusty. Ben had been in a reverie as Dusty sat next to him and put an arm around his shoulders. They both looked over at Will who had started to doze while still sitting in an armchair.
"Will, man," said Dusty loudly. "You're gonna drop your beer."
Will opened his eyes slightly and then eased himself up with a sigh. "I want to take a shower and hit the hay," he mumbled. "Don't mind me." He stood, chugged the last of his beer, then set the bottle on the table and walked toward the bedroom, peeling his shirt over his head as he went.
"Looks like that swim scholarship is working out for you. Looking good, stud," Dusty hooted as Will disappeared through the door. "Why don't we play a prank on him?" He whispered to Ben, who just shook his head. "Oh c'mon. It'll liven things up a bit. Nothing too bad. Got any rubber spiders around here."
Ben chuckled and bowed his head, then shook it again.
"Maybe some pipe cleaners. I made a spider out of some of them in elementary school. If it's dark enough, it'll work."
"Can't you just relax for once, man?" Ben looked at him with more sympathy than annoyance. "I know we've been driving all day. I know this is a weird situation. But let's just try to relax, let the beers do their work, get some rest and then go swimming tomorrow."
"I've never gone swamp swimming. You sure it's safe?"
"Yea. Not at night. Never at night. But the water is pretty clean on this end. It's more like a pond because there is a spring underneath pumping the water up into it. It flows out from this point."
"Fuck." Dusty looked a little disturbed, then flashed a wicked grin. "Oh man, maybe we can prank Will with that. Some rubber snakes or something. You have any of those."
Ben only groaned.
Will, as it turns out, was already a little unsure about the water here as he looked into the shower and saw how streaked it was with something almost silvery—not oily, but with an odd, mineral shimmer to it that trapped dirt in it and made the white little chamber look squalid, though it didn't smell at all of mildew. It had a not-unpleasant scent of soap and something earthy. When he turned the water on, the scent became stronger.
Will shrugged, pondered how people pay good money for spas with mineral springs and baths, so he should actually just enjoy it. And when he stepped in, he immediately thought to himself that he had been missing out. His skin immediately warmed and tingled, and as he passed his hands over his taut, cut torso he found himself completely absorbed in the sensation. He had never felt so sensual—a word that, to his teen male mind, felt effete and alien to his experience. But that is how he felt as his hands glided over his skin, shaved smooth for competition: sensual, sensuous.
He didn't bother to soap up. He just massaged the water and its shimmering contents into his skin. Soon, one hand was gently massaging the water through his ass crack, fingering his hole lightly while the other was gliding over his fully erect cock. His blue green eyes were half-lidded beneath his strong, angular brow, above those high cheek bones descending to full lips, parting with heavy breath. His tongue traced his lips, tasting the earthiness that he already smelled, permeating his body.
This was pure sexual stupor, a pervasive pleasure that surged from every nerve into his solar plexus, down the deep crease of his abs, through his navel and into his cock, leaking its only silvery, heavy water, from the broad head, cantilevered 7 straight inches away from a trim patch of coarse, blonde hair. "Oh gawd." He muttered. "Oh fuck."
He was seconds away from a full release when a knock came on the door.
"Hey, Will." Ben's voice came through, snapping him back to reality. "I need to take a leak. Do you mind if I come in?"
Will was for a moment enraged, but he caught himself. "Door is unlocked, but I'm almost done. Can you wait a sec?"
"Sure," came the reply.
But it was too late for Will. He couldn't possibly finish what he had started. He was going to have blue balls like never before. He shut off the water, wrapped a towel around himself, opened the door and walked past Ben without even looking him in the eye. "It's all yours."
Dusty was looking over an old annotated book of maps and trails for the area. Leather-bound and ratty, it's gilded lettering mostly scuffed off, it looked to be from the early twentieth century, perhaps earlier. The yellow pages were printed in a large, classic font and covered with detailed engravings of the area, along with a few hand-written notes. These were from Ben's grandfather, Dusty surmised.
He was no bibliophile, but something about the printing made it seem rare and unusual, especially given the limited range of its subject matter and even more limited audience. How many people needed to know about this little patch of wilderness? Who would bother to print it up this way? These questions occurred to him, in spite of the fact that he found himself engrossed. It wasn't just the restless need for distraction. There was something strangely compelling about it all.
Will slumped down, still a little wet and with only the towel wrapped loosely around his waist. He was a little curious about what Dusty was reading, but not enough to ask and get a smart-ass reply. All he could think about was getting his rocks off...immediately.
He stood again, "I'm gonna step outside."
Dusty didn't look up. "Cool, man."
The moment he shut the door behind him, he threw the towel over his shoulders, leaned on the door and started jacking his dick. He wasn't in that wonderful, sensual stupor. He was in pain, almost angry, just needing release.
Inside, Ben came back in the den and sat down. "Where did Will go?"
Dusty finished reading a sentence about ancient petroglyphs on a bluff somewhere in the forest. "What? Oh. He stepped outside?"
"What? Why?" Ben started to stand up.
"Chill out, man. He isn't going to disappear."
Ben shot him a dirty look.
"I don't...I didn't mean like your uncle. I wasn't talking about that. Shit." He sighed. "He isn't going far. I think he was just wearing a towel."
Ben sat down. "The mosquitoes will eat him alive."
Dusty replied, "Nah, man. They aren't so active this time of night. At least, according to this book." He pointed at it and looked up at Ben again. "Have you read this before? It's pretty interesting. Looks like it's gotten a lot of use."
Ben relaxed. "No, I've never read it. A friend of my grandfather wrote it and printed it himself, then distributed it among members of their lodge."
"Lodge?"
"Local Elk Lodge or something. Not the Elk Lodge. I think just a private club for men in the region."
"Your grandfather was in one of those? What about your dad and your uncle?"
"No. I think they shut it down a while ago."
Dusty looked back down at the book, shrugged, then started reading again. Ben stood to get another beer. As he was reading, Dusty heard a gasp and creak from beyond the front door. 'Just Will," he thought, and carried on.
Will was gasping lightly, nearing ejaculation. A shred of rational thought and propriety forced him to lean forward and take steps toward the edge of the porch so he wouldn't leave a trail of jism for them to find in the morning. His legs wobbled as he kept jacking and shuffling forward into the near total darkness and silence. And then, the darkness seemed to be shattered with a blast of bluish light as he came, and came, and came. His legs gave out and his knees—and almost his face—crunched into an accumulation of pine needles at the edge of the porch and his palms landed in the dirt. He didn't care about the dirt, the potential vermin, or anything else. His mind was utterly consumed in the most powerful orgasm of his life, continuing unabated without his hands on his cock. His eyes, adjusting to the darkness and wide open were seeing stars, and mingling among them were high, long jets of jism spraying just under his nose and into the palest bit of moonlight and a faint glow from the window behind him. The smell of the soil mingled with the alkaline scent of his semen, and from his skin there still remained a whiff the shower water, evaporating fully off his feverish body.
It took him several minutes to catch his breath and come to his senses. His skin was still tingling, and in the silence for a moment all he could hear was the strong thudding of his heart and his own breath, but then there came a shuffling noise ahead of him. His face shot up and every hair stood on end. Again, a faint noise. He scrambled to his feet and stumbled backward onto the patio, then stood still for a moment as he thought he saw a flicker of blue flame. And then another noise, like a heavy, firm footfall. He spun around and flung the door open, then slammed it behind him and locked it, but continued to press against it.
Dusty and Ben just gaped silently at their panting, naked friend.
"Jesus, Will. What the fuck happened."
"There's something out there," he said stepping backward but still keeping his eyes on the doors and windows.
"It's the forest, Will. At night. There are all sorts of things out there. Boars, gators, deer..." Dusty trailed off, having sufficiently asserted his burgeoning expertise on the region.
"Yea, I know, man," Will said over his shoulder. "I just...I just got spooked."
"Maybe it's Hank."
"No. No car, no flashlight. Pitch dark out there, except...I saw a blue flame."
"Foxfire, maybe," said Ben, at a loss, even though he had never seen foxfire near the cabin and it couldn't occur in the middle of dry earth.
"I guess. But whatever was moving was some sort of animal. Not human for sure." Will finally turned to face his friends. their eyes went instinctively to his crotch, where his cock hung still half-hard and dripping a little.
Dusty laughed. "Jesus, man! Looks like it got you excited in more ways than one."
Will just shot him a dirty glance. "I'm going to go wash up again. I stumbled out there."
Dusty called after him, "Well, when you wash up, be sure you don't leave too much jizz in the shower. I'm using it next." He then glanced at Ben. "Unless you want to."
Ben was staring at the door. "Guess he left his towel out there."
Dusty looked back at the book. "We'll get it in the morning. I doubt it's going anywhere." He snickered. "I guess we don't need to prank him after all. Things have a way of taking care of themselves, eh? I think everything is going to be okay. We'll probably even find Hank tomorrow. I have a good feeling."
Ben didn't. He was suddenly remembering the old stories that members of his grandfather's lodge used to tell about the spirits and beasts that lurked in the forest when they had multi-family camping trips. Something about when the forest goes silent, silent moons, when the animals seem to flee. They would never come during those periods, they say, because it was dangerous. What the danger was, they left to the imagination, and then as now, Ben's imagination was running wild. He got up and went to the bedroom, stripped down and spread his long, strong limbs over the covers. He caught a familiar scent—Hank's scent, but also a pleasant earthiness, suffusing the bedding. It calmed him, and before he could realize he was falling asleep, he was out cold, not even waking when Will stepped out of the bathroom.
How many times had Will seen his friend in this state of undress? Countless. And yet he was transfixed, gazing over Ben's perfectly toned build, the graceful curves of his back convening to a perfect, domed ass, with a pale crescent of untanned skin peeking out from where his fitted briefs were pulled slightly over his right buttock. Will caught himself in this state and was just shaking it off as Dusty walked in the room, suddenly quite tired. He looked between his two half-naked friends. At Ben, he muttered, "Selfish bastard." At Will, "You feeling better?"
"Yea," Will murmured.
"Good. Good. I'm going to take a quick shower then turn in. You want the couch? I tried a cot and it's actually pretty comfy."
"I'm good with either."
Dusty moved past his friend, peeling his shirt over his head, showing the definition of his thick pecs and lats over the trim, firm waist. For that split second his head was cocooned in the shirt, Will again had a flash of hunger. Had Dusty looked him in the eye as he passed, he might have noticed, but he didn't.
"Take your pick. I'm fine with either, too," he said shutting the door behind him.
Will shuffled into the den and stretched out on the couch. Why was he suddenly feeling these pangs of lust with his friends? And what was so powerful about that water? 'Must be an aphrodisiac,' he thought to himself. 'That would explain everything,' though it hardly explained anything.
But these thoughts turned back toward a sense of dread as he looked at the door and windows again. He heard the water come on. 'Will it affect the other guys, too?'
The answer to that was yes. Dusty frequently shot off in the shower, and was tired, and it didn't register as much in his mind just how potent the water made him feel. His large tool didn't always go fully hard, hovering at eight-thick inches, but suddenly it was a pounding nine-inches, so thick that his fingers could not fully encompass it at it's thickest center point. Dusty, slightly buzzed and always indulgent in his own virility, felt a surge of stuporous pride as he stroked himself toward orgasm. His feet were already failing him as the first shot began to boil in the pit of his stomach, and he gritted his teeth and went cross-eyed when it erupted, followed by more salvos, wracking his body as it slid down the wall.
When at last it finished, the wall beneath the shower head was streaked with thick lines of jism. Dusty, always curious about his own body, had tasted his own cum before, and—as another point of pride—found himself liking it. (A point of pride because his tasted good, whereas others did not, from what he heard.) At this moment, in his stupor, he lept forward and began tonguing up every trace of it that he could. The water coursed over his shaking back, flexing as he leaned forward and hungrily smeared the thick white web over his tongue, smacking it in his mouth and swallowing as he breathed heavily through his nose. The water streamed through his crack, forcing dark hair in it to lie flat over his pink asshole, sending sparks through him in ways he would have found novel had he not been consumed with another hunger. His senses still weren't fully composed when he involuntarily shut off the water, still leaning with his forehead against the tile beneath the shower head, feeling its last, slick drips anoint his scalp, catch in his full, dark eyebrows and slither down his cheeks, his nose, over his slick, full lips, webbed with strands of his cum. He leaned down and made a few last lazy licks at the wall to make sure he had gotten it all, tasting the sweet earthiness of the water.
He stumbled out. Toweled off. Went to the den and saw that Will was already asleep. He turned off two lamps, and was about to turn off the third and final one...but he paused and looked at the door. "We'll leave you on tonight," he whispered to the light, then crawled onto the cot and almost immediately fell asleep.
First Contact
They awoke to a knock on the door—first Will, then Dusty.
"Hank Conway? This is the State Patrol. Are you in there? Will scrambled to his feet and glanced around at the empty beer bottles. He snatched them up and ran to the kitchen. Dusty was groggy, but still had wits enough to see Will's panic and find it funny. He sprung up and went to the door.
"Hello, officer," he said as he opened the door. The officer was a young recruit, with a broad, square jaw and broad build. 'A former football player,' Dusty assessed, accurately. He could also tell the officer was a bit of a rube, a bit twitchy. "Mr Conway isn't here. That's why we are. His nephew is here. We came out here last night hoping to find some trace of him."
"You do realize there is an active investigation?"
"Yes, but Mr Conway's sister thought it wasn't active enough, officer, so she asked her son to come out here and he didn't want to come alone." Dusty turned his head to Will, who was standing dumbly in the kitchen door. "Will, go wake Ben up. He's the one who should be talking to this guy."
"My point is," said the officer sternly, "this could be a crime scene, so people shouldn't be disturbing it."
"Well, sir, we haven't disturbed much." He looked around and spotted the piece of paper on the floor by the desk. "We didn't even pick up that paper that was on the floor." He flashed the officer a bright smile, "We're all kind of slobs I guess."
"May I come in and take a look around?" the officer asked.
Dusty hesitated, "Well...it isn't my property. Closest person to it is Ben. So let's just wait a sec and ask him."
"Is there something you don't want me to see in here?" The officer's voice was growing notably more forceful.
'Bumpkin bully cop,' Dusty thought to himself. "Well, if you don't mind seeing three guys in their underwear and some old books and that sort of thing," he said with a smile. 'Something tells me this guy hasn't cracked a book in years, so this ought to be interesting.'
"Please come in, officer," said Ben, entering the den with a blanket around his shoulders. "Sorry, we're all a little out of it this morning. We got to sleep late. We're all feeling a little spooked, I think."
Carlyle
The officer stepped in and Ben offered a handshake. "I'm Ben Howard. I want to thank you for coming out, though. My family has been worried that the search has been stalled a bit by lack of manpower. Glad to know people are looking. Are there any leads?"
"Officer Carlyle. This is the lead," said the officer. "We don't have much to go on besides what you and I already know. His car hasn't been spotted anywhere."
Will spoke up. "I will make us all some coffee. I figure we all need some." He paused. "The water...it's safe to drink here, right Ben?"
Officer Carlyle chuckled at the squeamish city-boy. "The water out here is better than anything you have in the city if you have a good well."
"It's good," added Ben. "There's a filtration system in the sink, but it's safe to drink anyways, yes." He turned to Carlyle. "So where else are people looking?"
"Where else am I looking, is the question. We actually don't have a lot of men to commit to this search, especially since we aren't sure this was even the last place he came."
"There's some old milk in the fridge and the door was open, so I think he has been here recently."
"See," said Carlyle with a little frustration, "this is why you should stay out of the investigation once it's launched."
"We weren't sure there was an investigation, and the family will need to come out here at some point, hopefully with my uncle, but..." he trailed off. "We couldn't stay away not knowing anything. It would have been no different had we come out here before filing the report."
"Well, point is, you haven't helped your uncle by being here, so I suggest if you don't see him in the next 24 hours, you head back home."
"That's already the plan," said Ben, keeping his cool. "They are expecting us back tomorrow night."
"Good. Now if you don't mind I'll take a look around and see if I spot anything else that may assist in this search."
"Of course," said Ben, and gestured to let the cop in further, then shut the door quietly and took a seat in the nearest arm chair.
No one spoke for several minutes. The kettle whistled, and shortly Will entered with a mug of coffee. He patted Ben on the shoulder as he handed it to him. "Here you go, man." Ben thanked him, and Will rested his hand on his shoulder again, squeezed a little. The hand lingered there and he stared absently at his friend as his lips gently touched the rim of the steaming cup and took a sip.
"It's not bad, actually. Good water, I guess." He laughed lightly and looked up at Will, catching his gaze. Will suddenly felt caught in the act of something unseemly, but Ben didn't notice. Will stepped away to get his own cup of coffee, almost running into Dusty in the kitchen door, holding a mug in each hand. "Officer, I made you a cup of coffee if you want one."
The officer was in the bedroom, looking sideways at the colorful underwear thrown on the floor by the bathroom. 'Faggots,' he thought. 'Not touching that coffee.' He said nothing, didn't even look at Dusty who was now looking at him through the door. Dusty turned to his friends and rolled his eyes, then offered the second cup to Will. All three took seats and sat quietly for a few minutes. Dusty returned to reading the guidebook.
A few silent minutes passed. The silence of the forest outside was striking again, then was broken by Dusty. "Huh. I think this is a map of this part of the forest," he said, pointing at an aerial engraving of a bend in a body of water, surrounded by dense trees with a few rocky clearings. "They call it Murmur Marsh. Look, the handwritten note here—this little square, and it says 'For the Conway Cabin.' So I guess they printed this before your grandfather built here."
This was new information to Ben. He had always assumed everyone had settled out here before the book was printed, that the reason for its printing was a sort of homeowner's association. Homesteaders association? In any case, it implied that his grandfather and friends had been more adventurous than he thought, coming into a completely virgin forest.
Will remarked, "I wonder how accurate these maps actually are. I don't mean how things have changed. I mean, how well did they actually draw out these places if they didn't see them from overhead."
Dusty nodded, "Yea, I wouldn't trust the maps too much for accuracy. It's more about the general lay of the land and what you find in each area. They aren't even really connected." He set the book aside for a moment and took a swig of coffee. "You guys want to do any exploring today?"
Ben said, "I figured we'd go for a swim first. I never even took a shower last night."
Will and Dusty felt a surge in their cocks at the mere mention of the shower. They glanced at each other, and a flash of recognition glimmered in their eyes, which they then averted, unable to account for it and unwilling to face the possibility that the other had experienced the same thing.
Carlyle re-entered the room, swaggering and holding a pair of handcuffs out on his gloved, right index finger.
Ben and Dusty went pale. "Officer?" Ben stuttered.
"These yours?"
"N-no. Where did you find them?"
"I found a whole drawer of toys in there. I guess your uncle had some interesting uses for this place."
"Uh," Ben shrank in his chair. "I guess. He and his wife, they came out here to get away. She was a big corporate lawyer. Maybe they..."
"It's okay, boy," Carlyle sniggered. "I just had to check. It ain't a crime. I'm even gonna leave them where I found them. Just making notes. You never know what's a clue to finding someone until they've been found."
Ben wanted him to leave immediately, but he couldn't force him out. 'Hick cop. No wonder this investigation isn't going anywhere. He's more interested in humiliating me and my uncle than finding anyone.'
"I will take a look around the property outside before I leave. Did your uncle swim out there?"
"Yes. We all did. We're going swimming this morning, actually."
"Well, watch out for gators and moccasins. They are ornery in this heat, and you're a long way from a hospital."
"We'll be careful, officer." Ben was just relieved to know that Carlyle was leaving soon.
"I might swing by the old quartz cave, actually. If he liked swimming, maybe he went there."
"The quartz cave?"
"Yea, it's this underground spring that some of the locals use. It's a warm spring, so I can't figure why you'd want to go swimming there in this heat, but they say it's good for the skin and all."
Dusty spoke up, "Actually, yea, it's in here. It was used briefly as a quartz mine, but there was too much water, so they quit blasting and just used it as a sort of spa. It's here on one of the pages I read..." He started thumbing back through the guide.
Carlyle just shrugged and went back into the bedroom to return the cuffs. Will and Ben exchanged glances, then wan smiles. Will wanted to see Ben without the blanket again. Ben just wanted to go swimming. Dusty muttered, "I don't get it. I swore I read something about it." He flipped ahead toward the end of the book. "Wait, here it is. Huh. I don't get it. I hadn't read that far, and I was starting from the beginning."
Carlyle walked through the room and out the front door.
"Weird. Must be losing my mind a little. Or maybe reading in my sleep."
Ben could think of plenty of other explanations, but he didn't care to indulge them. "You barely read when you are awake, man," he said.
Dusty flashed a winning smile and flicked him off, lifted the tome as if to say, 'Watch me,' then went back to skimming over the pages.
Ben looked between Dusty and Will. "I'm going to get into my trunks." He stood up, arching his back and spreading his abs in high relief, directly before Will, whose eyes drooped to the pert package just beneath. He salivated. "You guys ready for a swim, too?"
Will's eyes bolted up. "Yes. C'mon. Let's get out there before it's too damn hot."
Dusty shut the book, still puzzled by his fallible memory and the sense that he had somehow absorbed more than he could account for having read. "Sounds good to me."
They made their way to the water's edge. Officer Carlyle was moving around the perimeter. As they approached, he called out, "Hoo boy! I may have to come back with my gear! Y'all have some serious fish in this marsh."
Ben was a bit stunned. The shallows around the reeds were swarming with catfish. In the dark center of the immediate pond, other fish were floating in circles.
"Weird," breathed Ben. "Really weird. I've never seen catfish swarm around a shore like that."
"I've never seen a catfish," admitted Will. "Never cared for the way they taste, either."
"Bottom feeders," said Ben. "Yea, not my favorite. But man...in all my years coming here as a kid, I've never seen so many fish here. Must be a spawning season, or something. But I thought they preferred deeper water."
"The water gets pretty deep here," said Dusty. The other two turned with a little surprise. "I read about it in the book. Says it drops off quickly to pit where the water comes up. It comes up warm."
"We'll stay near the surface, I think," said Will, stepping forward to the soggy margin of the water. Even his looming presence was not enough to deter the catfish. He had to step over them to get into the water, and several slid against his shins. "Aw, sick," he groaned.
"Easy to catch if we want catfish," shrugged Dusty. "But I guess we don't." He smiled at Ben, then took a running leap over the reeds and planted his feet suddenly in four inches of silvery mud. Several wormy looking fish came shooting out of the ground away from him toward the center of the pond. He thought for a moment they were snakes, and Will, who also them, shrieked a bit.
"Jesus. The whole pond is alive."
"I hope you don't mind the company," Dusty said mischievously as he trudged into deeper water and then flipped on his back with a splash, speeding toward the deeper water, them bobbing underwater for a second. He didn't want to open his eyes underwater and he hadn't brought goggles, which annoyed him. He wanted to see for himself the size of the pit. He felt the water being disturbed by Will, swimming closer to him. He also felt occasional, ticklish caresses from what felt like eels.
Snakes?!
His eyes snapped open for a second and he saw into the pit rather clearly. The water was only slightly clouded, not by algae and dirt, but with that same silvery mineral matter that was everywhere, and through it there were dark, slithering forms milling about, which seemed to get larger the deeper the water, though it was hard to get a sense of depth in that brief moment. They were definitely not snakes, but definitely something like an eel.
He heard Will shriek a little and turned his face upward, shaking the water from his eyes to see his friend batting at the water.
"Fuck. These things aren't afraid of us at all. And they're slimy as hell." He yelled to the shore, "Ben, you didn't say anything about eels."
He indeed hadn't, because he knew nothing of them. He just shrugged. He was still eying Officer Carlyle, who had moved along to scout around the perimeter of the property.
"Are you going to join us or what?" yelled Dusty. "I think Will needs an adult."
Will sneered, "I'm the oldest one here."
Dusty laughed. "Tell me about it."
They locked eyes aggressively while treading water, but gradually and then suddenly the effect that water had on them in the shower seemed to return. They were no longer being pelted with it, but were rather immersed in it, gently, above the source of it, where the spring water was not diluted by the other water of the marsh. The peculiarity of this did not occur to them. They were suddenly just aware of their bodies, the vibration of each other's muscular strokes lapping across them, the circling of the eel-like fish. A leg brushed against another slowly, automatically. Then again, and one hooked around the other, bringing them closer together...and they sunk together briefly, then shot up sputtering.
"Asshole!" sputtered Will as he glided back.
"Me?! That was all you, buddy." His laugh stopped short and his face eased as the body relaxed again. "What was that anyways?"
Will looked aside and swam further away from shore. Dusty turned and saw that Ben was just wading into the water, not really diving in. A desire began to build in him as he gazed at his friend starting to glisten with sweat in the seething light. A desire for cool, darkness swept over him, as did a reflexive desire to avoid staring, no matter how much Ben had inexplicably begun to draw his gaze. 'What's this queer shit?' He thought, just as he dove down toward the pit.
Ben saw him disappear and a pang of worry filled him, so he moved closer and deeper, eventually flopping on to his back and floating lazily toward the center. The fish grazed him, but somehow he remained calm, almost numb. This trip was more of an ordeal than he had expected, and it wasn't half over. Would there at least be a happy ending? The officer's visit had only increased his sense of dread. Dusty emerged softly beside him.
"How ya doing, buddy?" He whispered. Ben cracked a smile. "This is a great spot. Aside from the weird fish. Glad you brought us out here." He looked up and down his friend's lean form, grew attentive to the wet material cupping Ben's package. He'd never seen it erect. A strange image crossed his mind: one of the eel-like fish, a big one, dangling from Ben's crotch, a long, slick, torpedo of a cock that put his own big dong to shame. The image was there and gone, but it left its mark, and as he saw one of the fish pass by, it's phallic nature became its primary feature. Another was passing close to his hand, and he instinctively reached for it, grasped it. The creature writhed for a moment, then was suddenly free of his grasp. In his fist, a sheath of thick slime bobbed in the water. It retained its shape, like a ghost of the fish, made of ectoplasm that clung to his skin.
"Holy fuck," he said lifting his hand calmly to show it to Ben. Ben turned, and when he saw the blob of slime in Dusty's hands he thrashed for a moment. "Whoa. Chill. It's from the fish. It came off in my hand this way when I grabbed one."
"Sick," breathed Ben. "I don't remember any of this happening before."
Dusty was oddly calm. "I have heard of things like this before. They call them hagfish, but I thought they were saltwater fishes. Guess I was wrong. Anyhow, yea, I've heard about these things. They are harmless. They say you can cook the slime like scrambled eggs." He laughed. "Looks like I caught breakfast after all."
Ben was disturbed by the unfamiliarity of all of this, but he still smiled. He had for a moment forgotten the reasons why they were there. But then heard a car door slam. Ben and Dusty turned to see Officer Carlyle's SUV backing out onto the dirt road.
"Would have loved to serve him some of these eggs," grumbled Dusty. They quietly treaded water for a second, watching the car disappear while Will swam closer. "Jesus, what the fuck do you have in your hand, Dusty?"
Dusty turned and flashed a smile. "Breakfast. Cockslime over easy, bitch." He flung the blob at Will—not just toward—and while half stayed partly glued to his hand, a large skein of the slime connected with Will's square in the forehead.
"FUCK! What the fuck?! You fucking asshole." He started to swim at Dusty, who dodged around Ben, who was unsure whether he could laugh or should intervene. The water was so soothing, to him, though, so he just observed Dusty and Will literally swim circles around him until Dusty broke off and swam toward the center of the pit and they both paused. "Seriously, what the fuck was that?"
"It's just fish slime, man. It's harmless. People eat it."
"I'll make you fucking eat it, faggot."
"Oh, what ya gonna make me eat, college man?"
"Something even your big mouth can't handle, cocksucker."
"You want me to suck your cock? Ah man, I love you, but you're not my type."
Will just fumed. And then he was horrified to realize he was getting hard. He slapped the surface of the water and swam back toward the shallows to relax a bit. Ben took the opportunity to jab back on his behalf.
"I dunno, man. I seem to remember you always claiming you could hold your breath longer than anyone else. Seems maybe you were training for something other than swimming."
Dusty laughed. "You two been thinking a lot about this, huh? I guess I better keep one eye open tonight. And yea, I can hold my breath longer than you two, but it's so I can do things like this."
And suddenly, there was just a ripple where his body had descended quickly into the darkness of the pit, and his eyes opened again, stinging as the warm, shimmering water beat against them, just as it soothed the rest of his body. How deep did it go? How deep could he go? He had only recently started training for serious dives, but he felt confident enough to push it and do deeper. Twenty feet and it was getting darker. Thirty and it was a hazy, warm bath. He had to shut his eyes and he hesitated to go further. He was just starting to float up, when something within him made him almost involuntarily dive another few feet, then another, and then he felt it. A big one.
A hagfish? No. So much bigger than the others. But the same texture, the same slime, the same movement, but much stronger. One twinge of panic surged, but the water was so calming, and as the creature writhed a bit against his smooth legs, it stuck to him a little. 'Big cock.' The words formed in his brain as a sort of idealized thing, a hunger, assuming material form in the creature against him. It would have been absurd and even horrifying to him in a normal state of mind, but Dusty's mind was a bit blown at the moment—low on oxygen, high on whatever was in that water.
Then he felt the rasp. His legs had been partially ensnared by the fish, and he was just discovering this as its raspy, barbed tongue shot from its mouth along the back of his trunks. It tore them slightly, abrading his flesh and giving him a shock. He started to fight back, but he was too stuporous. The second shot ripped a wide hole and scratched his ass slightly. This deeper invasion inspired more panic, shaking him from lethargy, and he began to kick upwards. The fish impeded him, but did not pull him down. Rather, it pulled his left leg away, turning him as he fought upwards and opening his ass. The water pulsing against his hole sent shivers through him even as he struggled upward, now in true panic. He hardly felt it at first as something small attached itself to his perineum, then slithered up toward his hole, slicking his flesh along the way. There was too much other stimulation and confusion, but then he felt it probe inside him. He tried to flex his ass shut, but it was more interested in involuntarily flexing and unflexing as he kicked upward. He groaned as he felt it enter him.
The big fish disappeared, leaving only a webbing of slime trailing off from his left thigh and foot and he shot upward, bursting out of the water, sputtering and heaving.
He couldn't hear Ben scolding, "Jesus, man. Don't overdo it. I don't want to have to do CPR on you."
He didn't hear anything, didn't care. His single intention was to get to shore and try to shit out whatever was inside him. He was stumbling through the mud, ran right past Will who, though still angry, had concern enough to ask, "You okay, man?"
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Dusty repeated as he slogged toward the reeds. This time, the catfish actually cleared a path for him, and he stumbled on to the soggy edge and fell to his knees and pushed out with this ass. Nothing seemed to come. Ben and Will were coming up behind him and could see that his trunks were torn, exposing his deep crack.
"Dusty! What's happening?" Ben asked, almost pleading. Will was having a different reaction, feeling almost ready to tear through his own trunks.
Dusty flipped onto his feet, squatting and trying to expel whatever he felt enter his ass. He couldn't feel it inside, but he was sure it had gone in and not come out.
"Something's inside me!" he grunted, red-faced. Some big fish attacked me and I felt something go inside...inside of me."
"Jesus," Ben muttered. "Jesus, we should go to the hospital."
Dusty grunted more, contracting his ass as hard as he could. He steadied himself with one hand and shoved a finger inside himself, feeling around for whatever it was. Then two. Will and Ben looked on with curiosity. Will didn't even seem to notice he was now fully erect, bulging his trunks obscenely.
"Seriously, man," said Ben. "Let's just get to the hospital. I've never heard of anything like this."
Dusty grunted as he finger-fucked himself. He had hardly noticed himself that his probing had turned into something more and already his terror was subsiding into something more pleasant. It was then that he finally took notice of Will, standing tall and glistening in the water. With the sun behind him, Will's bulge was obscure to Dusty's squinting eyes, and yet he could somehow sense it was there. He stood and began wobbling toward the cabin. Ben and Will joined him.
"Do you need help? Let me grab your sandals." Ben doubled back and looked around for everyone's discarded objects while Will and Dusty continued barefoot. Will moved in close and slid his arm around Dusty's torso, steadying his friend. A surge of energy spread through both of them, stopping them in their tracks. They breathed heavily as they turned their heads to each other and locked eyes.
Will was absorbed by those deep, brown eyes, slightly bloodshot and tearful beneath full brows. The pert nose beneath, the two-days of stubble darkening the smooth, broad cheeks—he had never seen his friend this way before, nor had Dusty ever been so taken by his friend's classic, Nordic looks. A though triggered in his head, 'But he doesn't look like an Asian chick,' while his slightly parted lips only breathed, "Hey, man."
Will whispered, "We taking you the hopsital?"
"No...no, I don't want to go."
"I think Ben might insist." Will's grip around Dusty's torso tightened and Dusty's arm hung over Will's shoulder, dangling across his thick trapezius.
"It'll be fine. Maybe I imagined it."
"How can we be sure? We ought to be sure."
Dusty paused. "Could you check inside me?"
Will breathed hard, his cock straining visibly in his trunks. "Sure," he whispered.
"Guys!" Ben called, approaching with the sandals. He dropped them by their feet. "I'll go get some stuff together and leave a note for Hank in case he comes back while we're at the hospital."
He was thirty feet ahead when Dusty called out, "Ben, man...I am fine. I don't want to go. Will is going to help me out."
Ben spun around. "What? Dusty, you said something crawled inside you. You need to go to the hospital."
"Maybe I was wrong. I can't feel anything. That's why Will is going to check for me."
Ben was thunderstruck. He looked at Will. "Will, that's really great that you want to help him out, but we should get him to a doctor."
"He said he doesn't want to go," Will replied commandingly in his baritone voice, very calm. Dusty and he both squeezed just a little tighter. "I've got a little medic training. If anything is weird, we'll go to the hospital, but we'll check first."
"CPR and Heimlich aren't the same as a prostate exam, Will," Ben protested.
"It's Dusty's decision," Will said firmly. "And he says he doesn't want to go."
"Seriously, Ben. It will be fine. If you could make some breakfast, that would be awesome. Will and I will go in the bedroom and he can..." Will hugged tighter. Dusty's head started to swim. "Ya know."
Ben was exasperated. The situation with Hank was already so fucked up, and now this. He just turned, defeated, and continued to the cabin. The others followed at their own pace.
When Dusty and Will entered the den, they could hear Ben in the kitchen. Dusty said, "We'll just be a minute," but got no response.
They shut the door behind them. Will's arm was still around Dusty, who turned and brought their chests together—and their cocks, sliding hard against each other. "What do we do?"
"Get your trunks off and get on all fours on the bed," Will commanded, looking down into Dusty's eyes, two inches below his own and so close. Dusty turned and complied. Will just watched and reached back to lock the door. They were both no longer in full control of themselves. Things were automatic. Mind and body seemed to be just along for the ride, guided by another force. Will stepped forward, "Do you feel anything?" Dusty shook his head. Will's broad right hand stroked the firm ass and he leaned down closer. His left index finger traced around the moist hole, puckering and a bit swollen from the straining. "I'm going in," he said, and Dusty shivered as hot breath blew against his back entrance. The digit slid in easily and both men sighed. It twirled around inside the hot hole. There was nothing moving around, nothing inside, but...
"Oh my god, you are so wet inside," Will murmured. Dusty seemed to exude a lubricant of his own. Another finger entered and again both young men groaned.
"Will..." Dusty whispered. "Do you feel anything?"
Will was feeling a lot of things, but nothing like a little invader inside of Dusty—just soft folds of tissue, contracting smoothly around his fingers, bathing them with slick juices. Both cocks were as hard as they could be, but Will's was still painfully constrained in his trunks. Dusty could see this, with his head bowed, looking between his legs and his own massive prong.
"Will...take off your trunks."
Will kept his fingers inside Dusty as he pulled his trunks with the other hand, struggling to push them down his thickly muscled thighs then letting them fall past his beautifully formed calves onto his feet. As he carefully stepped out of them, he slid a third finger into Dusty, who moaned ecstatically. Will removed his hand and leaned over him.
"You okay?"
Dusty lifted and turned his head. Will tilted to meet his gaze and their lips were just inches apart...and then upon each other. Will's wet fingers slid back into Dusty, who moaned again into his new lover's mouth.
"Go deeper," he whispered.
"I can't go deeper with my fingers," Will said.
"I know," was all Will said. It was enough to make his point. The fingers were out and guiding Will's cock toward the smooth hole in a flash, and with a firm but gentle push Will completely sheathed himself in Dusty, causing both to moan loudly. Will brought his wet hand to Dusty's mouth, sliding the slick fingers in. Dusty's eyes rolled back into his head as the taste of the mineral spring, the sweet earthiness warmed his mouth and thickened his saliva with its slime, coating his throat. Will began to fuck him slowly, which was not his usual technique. With the many women he had bedded, Will was typically fast and frenzied, unable to control his pace much, but still a capable fucker. Now, he was so overwhelmed by sensations, he could not have gone into a frenzy; it would have been too much for him, so he had to keep it slow.
Even over the sizzling of bacon in a skillet, Ben had heard the moans of his two friends. He knew what kind of moans they were. He knew deep down what was happening, but his rational mind and how he knew his friends told him there was no way this could be happening—no earthly way. He walked the few steps to the bedroom door and almost knocked...but decided to just lean in and listen instead.
"Fuck. Oh my god. Fuck me."
Bed springs squeaking.
"Yea. Oh god...no. Put it back in me."
"Turn over. I want to see your face."
Ben's jaw had slowly dropped as he heard this play out through the door.
No. This had to be a prank.
No. It couldn't be a prank.
No. No no no. What was happening?
On the other side of the door, Dusty was on his back with his beautifully sculpted legs spread with Will's arms, who was leaning over him, sawing his cock in and out, bringing rivulets of slime out with it. When he pulled out completely, thick strands would tether the head to Dusty's open hole, and he desired nothing more than to always be tethered to this hole. Dusty's own prodigious cock was leaking streams of silvery precum all over his taut belly, pooling in his navel. Dusty couldn't even focus his eyes properly, lost as he was in a sexual heat he had never experienced or even imagined.
Will's hands slid along Dusty's legs toward his hips, and in doing so felt the strands of slime on the left leg plastered subtly to his skin. Still wet and sticky, he peeled them off with his fingers and held them up before his eyes as he continued to pump into Dusty's hole. The translucent, pearlescent film glistened beautifully. He looked down at Dusty, panting with an open mouth, then back up at the webbing in his hands...then placed it in his own mouth, letting is swirl and melt with that strange, earthy flavor, letting a little slither down his throat, warming him to the core. He fell forward atop Dusty, pinning him and bringing his mouth over the open mouth beneath him, allowing his own saliva and the slime to ooze in. Dusty lapped it up greedily and almost immediately began shaking with a long, almost agonizing approach to orgasm. For a full minute he was thrashing beneath Will, who was experiencing his own new heights of intensity as Dusty's ass contracted wildly around his cock, milking it and squeezing copious amounts of fluid around around the root, bathing his balls and the blanket beneath them.
Will pressed his full weight down on Dusty, pushing the air out of him, and pressing his cock between their heaving abs, and suddenly Dusty was coming—not breathing, not thinking, not in possession of any sense of space or time, just coming, dissolving into a pure ecstatic oblivion. Their torsos were soon plastered with his seed, and Will roared as these sensations triggered his own release. He roared, stopped thrusting, just squeezed Dusty harder against him. He would have snapped a weaker man, but Dusty's body actually absorbed the suffocating roughness as greater euphoria. Gouts of cum poured into Dusty's body. In their stupor, they could not feel that something, in fact, was moving about in it, a small thing bathing itself in the growing pool of spunk. It felt like just another twitch and flutter in that tangle of flesh by which the two men were rooted together. And Will, half crazed as his own member was pulsing and draining so erratically, did not feel something slender slide inside him, up his shaft and into his body.
It actually took a few minutes for them to both become aware of themselves again, aware that Will's cock was still buried half-mast in Dusty's ass, that Dusty's legs were sprawled out awkwardly, that they were conjoined at the torso by a massive web of cum, that they were still pressing their lips together and whispering unintelligibly. As it dawned on them what had happened, they were confused, but the intensity of the pleasure they had experienced had practically rewired their brains.
Dusty spoke first, "I don't know how the fuck that happened, but I guess it needed to happen. Holy shit."
Will chuckled. "Goddamn. It feels like I put a gallon of cum in you. I'm still hard and I wanna fuck, but my body..."
"Yea...I don't think I'd survive another nut like that. I think I lost some brain cells there, but fuck was it worth it."
"Yea...even though you don't have too many of those to spare." Will smiled. Dusty scrunched his nose and they kissed deeply again.
Dusty broke the kiss, "Holy shit. Ben. Ben is here. Do you think he heard us."
Will blinked and leaned up and both looked down at how Dusty's cum still connected them for a moment, before the strands snapped and slid down Will's torso to the hilt of his cock, which he slowly pulled from Dusty's ass. Both men moaned again as he pulled out, the hole puffing and twitching around it until POP it was out, dangling thick strands of jizz onto the bedspread, which were joined by streams of thick, frothy slime pouring from inside Dusty.
Will said, "Yea. Even if he didn't hear us, he's going to see all this. Man, we made a mess."
Dusty started to sit up but Will pushed him back down and sank to his knees. Without thinking he put his mouth and tongue against and into Dusty's milky cunt, slurping up the mixture of his own cum and Dusty's secretions like he was starved. Dusty started moaning again, then—hungry in his own right—started scooping his cum up from his abs and smearing it onto his tongue. Both fed from Dusty for a few minutes before Will lay atop him again and they shared juices with another round of kissing. It ended when Dusty began to chuckle.
"I should be more confused about this than I am. I just got my ass turned out. You just fucked my ass and I had the biggest nut of my life. What the fuck, man?"
"Are you okay?" Will said, only slightly concerned. Dusty didn't seem upset.
"Yea. I'm actually more concerned about how Ben will react. This is already a weird time for him, so this happening now...and we don't even know exactly what this is."
"He's probably waiting out there for us. What are we going to say?"
Dusty shrugged and gently pushed Will of him as he sat up. "We can tell the truth: that this happened and we don't quite understand it ourselves. That it shouldn't...I don't know. Maybe he knew better. Maybe we were the last to know."
Will didn't believe that. He had never before this trip had any reason to question his sexuality. And in remembering this, he remembered the overall strangeness of the place they were in and what they had experienced. There was nothing normal about any of this, and maybe when they returned home they would find that none of it made sense in hindsight, that life would return to normal.
They were quietly pondering when they heard the front door slam. They looked at each other, then leapt up to look out the small window to the front. They couldn't see Ben. Will ran to the bathroom and peered out a small window over the toilet. He didn't see anything at first, but then Ben came into view, walking briskly in shorts out toward the woods beyond the pond.
"Looks like Ben is going for a walk," he called to Dusty.
Dusty joined him in the cramped space and leaned close. They were still intoxicated by each other, but their affection for Ben was also real.
"We should go after him," Dusty said.
"One of us should. The other should stay behind and clean up a little. And fuck, I'm really hungry, too."
"Me, too," Dusty said. "So let's get a little cleaned up and then I'll go after him."
"No," Will said. "We'll both have a little food, then I'll go after him while you clean up a little. I think you'll be walking a little funny for a while."
Dusty snickered. "You have a point," he said and his hands drifted back to his hole, feeling it still slick with Will's saliva and other juices. His eyes glazed over. Will saw it happen. He wanted to fuck Dusty's ass again. Fuck those sweet lips. Fuck him right in the belly.
'Jesus!' Will was stunned by the vision of him plunging his cock into Dusty's navel, Dusty's silent scream. 'What was happening to him?'
"He is moving fast," Will said. "So we need to move fast, too. He squeezed by Dusty and went out into the den, dick still swinging fat and wet between his legs. Two plates of food—bacon and eggs—were cooling on the table. Hungry as he was, he just stared at it. It somehow wasn't to his appetite, he chalked it up to anxiety, but somehow he knew it was more than that.
"What is this place?" he whispered to himself.
