Date: Sat, 09 Apr 2011 19:16:25 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "Clever Jack" (Mb)

				CLEVER JACK
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
			WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     Jack lived with his mother on a small farm in the valley of
Greenglade, a large and fertile land under the control of the miserly and
cruel Wizard of Greenglade. The Wizard lived in a large castle in the very
north part of the valley, where the hills of the Skyclaw Mountains began,
on a cliff at the junction where the Itch and Scratch Rivers combined to
become the Greater Scratch River. As Jack and his mother's farm was in the
south of the valley, they should have been able to live very comfortably
upon the land, were it not that Jack's father had died some two years ago
and Jack was still too young to be able to do a man's work as yet. His
mother managed a small garden of vegetables and a few chickens, whose eggs
they could sell to pay their taxes and buy the necessities of life, but
they didn't have enough vegetables and enough chickens and enough eggs to
cover it all, and their few possessions had been sold until now they were
as poor as any widow and orphan can be. If this continued, the Wizard would
throw them off the land in the following autumn when they failed to pay the
taxes he commanded of them, which is bad enough, but the winter had been
harsh and Jack's mother had taken by a long illness which had now in the
spring months developed into a fever. She was unable to plant or tend the
garden at all, and their few stores were rapidly disappearing. If this
continued, they would not only be thrown off the land in the fall, but
would have starved to death well before then.
     So Jack did the only thing he could. He used the last of their food to
prepare a large vegetable soup which he placed on the fireplace, and laid
in as much firewood as he could. "And now," he said to his dear mother as
she lay on the bed. "I shall go to the Wizard and beg him for help if I
can, for if he does not help us, we shall surely die."
     His mother protested but was in no position to do more than
protest. Jack took the last of the bread she had baked before her illness,
a small piece only, and having spooned up for her the first bowl of soup
from the pot and placing it in her hands to sip as best she could, he set
out for the Wizard's Castle at the other end of the Valley.
     The trip would take him three full days, but he bore upon one shoulder
the mark of a serf of the Wizard, and so could ask of the people who lived
along the way for a bit of their food and a place to sleep for the three
nights he would be traveling.
     The weather was fair and the day was warm, and Jack made good
progress, all for being a youth alone upon the road. As the sun was
lowering and the day was coming to an end, Jack began to look for a place
where he could beg food and a pallet. A lonely house was just ahead,
bearing that indefinable thing that said a lone person stayed there, and as
he got closer still, he heard the sound of moaning. Fearing that this
person was afflicted same as his mother, Jack approached cautiously, but
when he got next to the hut and could see inside, he saw that the man lying
naked upon the mat was not ill. Far from it, he was strong and robust in
body and fair of face and clean of skin, unmarked by sores or pustules. He
lay upon his mat and his source of discomfort was obvious, for he was on
his back and thrusting upwards at nothing, his immense, uncut organ
tumescent and angry. He was moaning, not in pain but in desire and
frustration.
     Jack hated to disrupt a man in this position, but he really needed a
place to stay and no other houses were nearby. So he went to the door and
knocked. There was a rustling of cloth and then the man said, "Enter."
     Jack lifted the latch and went inside. "Hail, fellow goodman." He said
in the formula of one serf to another. "I am a traveler to see the Wizard
and ask if I might stay and share your food and warmth for one night. I
shall repay you as I am able."
     The man's nakedness was now covered by a cloth he'd wrapped about his
loins and tucked in at one side, the front jutted out still in a massive
tent, evidence of his still-engorged state. His huge, hairy chest heaved in
and out in his still-unexpressed passion. "I welcome you in peace and
kindness." he returned.
     "I know the hour is late but my errand is urgent." Jack said. "I...I
know I have interrupted you, so if you will but give me a bit of food and
point out your outbuilding, I shall reside there and leave you to
your...entertainment. I can come back this way or come another time to
repay your kindness...."
     "You saw me?"
     "Through the window as I approached. I heard your moans and only
wanted to understand before I intruded."
     The man regarded Jack. "Perhaps you can repay me this very night."
     "Tell me how and I shall."
     The man dished Jack a soup (this with a good bit of meat in it, Jack
noticed with delight) and as Jack ate, he told his story, of how he had
attempted to hide some of his crop last fall (the harvest had been poor and
many peasants would be tempted to keep more than the third they were
allowed), and had been caught by the Wizard. His punishment was unorthodox,
however.
     "The Cursed-Be-His-Name Wizard stole from me my greatest delight." The
man concluded.
     "Which was?" Jack had been taught to ask such polite questions to help
the story along of course. He had been well taught in manners by his mother
and father.
     "A man living alone without a wife must take his pleasure into his own
hands." the man concluded. "And that is what he took from me."
     Jack was puzzled, then understood. "You mean."
     "I mean that I can pump my rod all day long and nothing would happen."
the man said with the anger that can only come with being unable to release
your seed for several months. "The same goes for grinding it up against
something, I've tried that as well. Sometimes I can bounce as I was doing
before you knocked and, if it's been long enough, I manage to release some,
but I'm one very frustrated unmarried man."
     Jack finished his soup and turned the bowl over to the man with
regret, he could have eaten seconds but asking for such was rude. "So how
may I help you?" he asked.
     "Isn't it obvious?" the man said. "I can't get myself the release a
man needs every now and then by anything I can do myself. So I need someone
else to do it."
     "You want me to...."
     "To pump my rod, milk my tool, make it cream and make it cream
hard. That's worth your room and board to me. You seem a young and sturdy
enough lad, if a bit thin." The man looked at Jack appraisingly. "There's a
second bowl of soup in it for you after, and a breakfast the next morning
as well." he said. "And it won't take but a moment of your time."
     Jack considered this novel form of repayment. "It sounds reasonable
enough." he said.
     "Good." the man said, and he peeled aside his cloth and strode the two
steps to lay down upon the mat. "Then come and earn your keep, my lad." the
man said. "I'm steaming and half ready to blow as it is. It won't take but
a moment." he repeated.
     Jack walked over slowly and then knelt beside the man's form, directly
in front of him was the powerful pillar of maleness begging, urging him to
take it in hand. His hand reached out and took it gingerly.
     "Ahhh!" the man moaned. "I knew it would work, I knew it." his voice
was a husky whisper. "All I had to do was find someone to do it for me. The
spell was only upon myself. Now pump it for me, lad, move your hand up and
down and make the skin slide back and forth upon my shaft."
     "Like this?" Jack said, and his hand jerked the hard rod up and down,
wrinkling the foreskin over the tip and then skinning it back to reveal the
top half of the angry-red glans.
     "Yes, like that." the man groaned. "Only again and again, and much
faster."
     Jack obeyed and his hand moved up and down, a cycle of about two
seconds.
     "Better, but faster still, faster." the man murmured.
     Now Jack's hand was moving at the pace of one circuit per
second. And-one, and-two, and-three, and-four, and-five.
     "Faster still." the man moaned. "Ah, I have a powerful cargo lurking
in my loins, bring it all out, make it fountain clear to the ceiling!" The
man writhed under Jack's flailing hand, his handsome face softened, rounded
from its square framing by the soothing caresses of inflamed passion.
     "Fountain?" Jack asked as he pounded the man's dong even faster. His
hand was now a blur upon the man's prong, the prick bounded back and forth
with each pummeling stroke. "Does it do that?"
     "It will if you do it right!" the man groaned. "And here it's coming
for you, lad, watch the spray, because it's going everywhere and lots of
it!"
     "Yes, sir." And Jack raised back to have his small arm straight as
possible while he beat the hard rod as fast as he ever could.
     "UH-HUH! GUH-KUHHHHH!"
     And there it came, just as the man had predicted. Large, white globs
of hot spunk shot from the man's cock and instead of Jack's extended grip
protecting him from the flood, it was like the wads were aimed at him, they
arced high and over and pelted Jack like a hard pouring of rain. Hot jizz
landed on Jack's arm, on his hair, on his face and on his chest, a
half-dozen heavy squirts before the outpouring diminished to smaller,
softer splashes that merely stained Jack's hand, making his drenching
complete.
     "Ah-hah! Ah-hah, hah-hah-hah-hah, hah!" the man panted huskily, his
face speckled with fresh-born sweat, his own body otherwise unspeckled from
the hot, heavy flow of jism he had burst loose so frantically. "Ah, yeah,
lad, that's the way to milk me dry, it is. Keep on pumping it for me,
there's a few sparkles of it inside me still."
     And Jack jerked the man's pud until it was a soggy, limp, softening
mass in his palm, a scarce fraction of its former glory. Done, he let go,
and tried to shake the clumps of spunk from his hand, all he did was make
it fly up and strike him right in his eye, a stinging slice of salty
goo. "Ahh, ahh!" he gasped as he tried to cleanse his eyes, first with his
jizz-splattered hand, a massive mistake, then with his other, which was at
least cleaner, and he got his vision cleared.
     The man was still panting some, his big chest moving up and down, his
body splayed in the careless fashion of eased passion. Darkness was
gathering in the hut already, the fire from the oven was now the most
powerful light in the room. The man looked at Jack and smiled, and reached
up to stroke Jack's body, scowled as his hand encountered wetness, which
cleared as he realized the source. "I got you pretty hard, didn't I, lad?"
he asked.
     "You did, that is right." Jack agreed. "May I have that second bowl of
soup now?"
     "Scoop it yourself, lad, all you want." the man said. "I've plenty and
your ribs could use some padding on them for certain. And when you're done,
come snuggle in here next to me for your bed. I want to get a second load
out of me before you leave in the morning."
     Jack sighed. Well, it had been only a couple of minutes' work for
him. And there was lots of soup, he ate his fill to the very brim before
scuttling in and next to the man, to sleep within the warm curl of his arm,
resting his little head upon the broad bicep of one huge arm.
     In the morning, his tunic stained by a second load and a hearty
breakfast refilling his stomach again (the man had eggs and bacon and had
loaded Jack's plate to the very edge!), Jack resumed his journey. The day
continued fair with a few more clouds than the day before and he made
excellent progress, the end of that day saw him able to see the Wizard's
Castle clearly on the horizon, a small black shape seen when he topped a
small rise in the land. He was walking along the edge of the Great Scratch
River, and had begun to regret passing up the last village some hour or so
past, he was again forced to seek shelter at the single hut he saw ahead,
another building so like the first that it could have been built by the
same man.
     Even the moans coming from the open window were the same. Jack
sighed. Well, he at least knew how he could earn his keep!
     He knocked, to see the same hastily donned loin wrap around the same
sort of massive, hulk-like man. The sole difference was that this man was
black-haired instead of dark brown haired, and even hairier about his chest
and arms and legs.
     Inside was a feast, a sheep was roasting on the firepit. Jack made the
same formal request as before, and then ended it with. "I can come back
this way or come another time to repay your kindness--or I can perhaps
repay you right now." The supper and breakfast of the day before was still
clinging to Jack's innards well, and the lamb needed another hour to finish
roasting.
     "Eh?"
     "You have been the victim of the Wizard's punishment for withholding
your taxes from him." Jack said. "Now you cannot relieve yourself in any
wise." Jack stood from warming himself by the fire (the day had begun to
turn cooler as it had progressed, and the clouds had begun to increase),
and moved close, boldly took the cloth away from the man's loins and
grasped his turgid rod. "So let me take care of your built-up tensions and
repay you in this wise." And Jack began to pump the man's rod.
     "That won't be enough, I fear." the man said. "The Wizard caught me in
this not once but twice."
     I don't understand." Jack continued to pump the man's cock, but the
man seemed...unmoved by his attentions.
     "The first time indeed, he punished me as you have said." the man
agreed. "But I discovered that the help of others could do as well, and
dared attempt to dodge the tax a second year, this past fall."
     "You poor man!" Jack said with feeling. He'd seen how the frustrations
had torn the first man so. "Is there nothing that can be done?"
     "Yes, but it will take more than your hand to do it." the man
said. "It will take your more personal attentions."
     "More personal?" The man made some gestures that were
unmistakable. "You want me to take your tool in my mouth?"
     "It's the only way." the man agreed. "And if you'll do it, I'll cut
you a massive piece from that sheep for your meal, enough to feed you for a
few days."
     "How do I use my mouth?" Jack asked.
     "Same as your hand, you use your lips to stroke the skin back and
forth." the man said, touched himself and moaned. "God, I can make it
tingle a little as much as I want, but I can't get it to complete for me!
Not even by half!"
     Jack said, "Well, make it the entire hind leg and you have a deal."
That would feed him for several days.
     "Done." the man groaned. "Now finish what you started!" And like the
man of the night before, he lay upon the bed and stretched out, displaying
his manhood for Jack's attentions.
     Jack knelt again with a sigh. This wouldn't be as easy by half. But
for an entire leg of lamb...and the man looked ready to burst, only a
moment or two had worked for the other, after all.
     He got his mouth down and as he descended, he heard the man say, "Wet
your mouth well, lad, you have to get it all the way inside and don't want
it sticking to the roof of your mouth like dry flat bread. And keep your
teeth clear, don't go scraping the shaft on your way up and down.
     The massive rod stretched Jack's little mouth so much, he wasn't sure
how far he could take it. The huge plum-sized glans practically filled his
mouth all by itself, and there was no way it was going down his throat!
     Then the man moaned and shoved and Jack found that the glans could go
at least partway down after all. The man moaned louder still and moved,
Jack quickly found himself on his back and the man straddle of him, shoving
that huge dong down his mouth and throat with a rough fury that was
startling to Jack. He choked, gagged, held on as the man growled in lustful
intensity.
     "Get ready, lad, I'm going to blow it down your gullet, I am!" the man
howled. "Here it comes, AH-AH-AH-AH, HAH-KUHHHHH!"
     And Jack's mouth was flooded with the huge blast of this
long-repressed man's orgasm, a heavy wash of hot spunk went into his mouth
and he swallowed what he could, but there was too much, it leaked over his
mouth and onto his cheeks from both corners, and went into his nostrils,
there to be blown out with his breaths (those few he could gasp between
strokes into his face from the massive man above) and squirted from there,
and the man's cock squelched with the ungulped come in Jack's mouth,
squorp, squorp, squorp as the man continued to lunge into him with the
still-hard rod. He kept moving until, as the first man, his cock was
completely expended and Jack had long drunk down everything that had been
shot into him.
     Then, panting hard, the man rolled off him. "That was good, lad, well
worth the entire haunch of mutton to me." he gasped. "And if you want to
stay here, I'll have you fattened up with mutton within a month or so."
     Jack swallowed hard, blew his nose to clear it from the spunk and
wiped his face free of the jizz that had overflowed there. He hadn't been
drenched as he had the night before, but all this was on his face, and his
stomach was complaining about how salty the spunk he had swallowed had
been.
     "Thank you kindly, sir, but I must get to the Wizard and beg his aid
for my sick mother."
     "The Wizard does nothing without gathering a price in return." the man
warned him.
     Jack sighed. "We cannot make the taxes this fall as it is." he
said. "Mayhaps if we turn our farm over to him now, we can find work on
some other farm and survive that way."
     "A sad tale, lad." the man said. "Turn that mutton on its spit and
we'll feast hearty tonight and you can sleep by me.
     Jack figured that cock would be back in his mouth by dawn and so it
was. He gulped the load better this time, seeing how he was the one on top
nursing it out this time, for he had judged better to cooperate and have
control than resist and lose all control. The man blew his load, and kindly
gave him a bag to carry his now-cooked mutton in, and he bore the load
happily for the food it would mean for him for the remainder of the trip.
     But the weather had turned nasty and by mid-afternoon, though the
Wizard's castle was but a short ways on, he had to seek shelter. The house
he found this time was larger, and held a blacksmith's shop next to it, he
wasn't that far from the village about the castle's walls. He made it to
the door and tapped on the door.
     And was greeted by a man who had to be the blacksmith. His head was
shaven of all hair, though he had a lush beard and his body was strong and
broad. And bare save for the hasty wrap of cloth tented in front.
     Jack sighed. Which would it be this time, his hand or his mouth? Best
to get it over with.
     Once inside, he said, "Well, with the rain and the fact you own a
blacksmithy, I can only think of one way to help you out to pay for my room
this night. If you'll show me your bed, we can get to work on this cock of
yours."
     "Were that it were that simple." the blacksmith sighed. "I was late on
my taxes...."
     "Once or twice?" Jack asked.
     "Thrice."
     "Three times? What does that mean?" Jack said. "I know once and you
need to have someone else to pump your tool, and twice it takes another's
mouth to do it, what is three times?"
     "Not your hand nor your mouth, but something else."
     "Is it going to mean I get drenched with your spunk when you come?"
Jack asked.
     "You shouldn't have to spill a drop." the blacksmith assured him.
     "Then let's go do it." Jack said. "I'm wet and cold and tired and more
than ready to take a nap before we have supper. And I have some mutton we
can share for part of that if you like."
     "Mutton would be welcome if you care to still when you see what I
want."
     The bed was a true bed, better than the one his mother now lay in
(hopefully still alive), and Jack looked at it, then at the man. "What do
you want?"
     "First, we need to get those wet clothes off of you."
     "Done and done." Jack agreed. He was more than soggy, and the bed
looked inviting to a weary traveler which was he, three days walking could
make anyone more than tired. He stripped off his shoes, his hose and his
tunic and was that quickly bare.
     The blacksmith didn't have as much to take off, but Jack watched as he
squirted some sort of oil onto his dong. "What's that for?"
     The blacksmith smiled. "To ease the way for you, lad. Now get in the
bed, on your back and hold your legs up nice and high for me when I give
you the word." The blacksmith was laving the gooey fluid over his cock,
making it gleam almost metallically in the dim light of the afternoon with
the shutters closed against the rain. His body was strong and broad, the
muscles shone with arcs of crescent-moon-shaped roundness as his hand plied
the oil over his dong.
     Then he crawled into the bed but below Jack. "Lift those legs up high
now, lad."
     Jack placed my bare feet against that hairy chest. "Like this, sir?" I
asked.
     "Right, lad." The blacksmith waddled forward on his knees. "Now brace
yourself, and try to relax yourself down there. I'm going to have to push
into you pretty hard here, it's going to hurt some."
     It did. His dong pushed into Jack's asshole and Jack had to muffle his
mouth with the back of his hand as the blacksmith shoved his cock's glans
into him. Pushing in further didn't hurt Jack less, it hurt more, it felt
like he was plowing a new furrow deep into Jack's bowels. Jack managed to
keep from screaming out, but it was close, and helped by the fact the
blacksmith took Jack's virginity slowly despite some heavy bear-like growls
from him as he pushed into Jack deeper, deeper, and deeper.
     "That's got a couple of inches into you, lad." the blacksmith said at
a time when Jack was thinking it felt like the blacksmith had buried his
entire lower body inside him. "I'll start to moving back and forth now, so
grit your teeth, it'll get better in a minute."
     And it did, too. After a time, it began to actually feel good to Jack,
whose moans of pain turned into moans of pleasure. Jack's dick sprung up
hard and tight, and then began to tingle, and tingle some more.
     "Ooh, ooh, ooh!" Jack groaned. "This is pretty good, mister, pretty
good."
     "It sure is." the blacksmith moaned. "If you're out of the pain, I
want to speed up."
     "Go ahead, mister." Jack agreed.
     Soon the blacksmith was humping Jack's ass with a rapid motion that
drove Jack crazy with pleasure. He moaned, hunched, his cock did that
incredible tingle that Jack had won before only by quiet manipulation in
his own bed by his own hand, now he didn't even have to touch it to feel
that marvelous, ecstatic delight that shook his entire body. It subsided,
usually his cock became painful to touch even, but he wasn't touching it,
and then his body had a second, incredibly intense wash of delight, one
that wracked his body and made him scream out in joy.
     And the blacksmith joined him, a hot flood washed into his bowels, the
plug of the blacksmith's cock kept it all inside Jack, but his intestines
felt distended and heavy by the time the blacksmith was done.
     The blacksmith slumped down on top of him, the greater part of his
weight was thankfully caught on his elbows, but Jack was pinned beneath him
nonetheless, and that cock was still deep inside of him.
     "That was great." Jack said quietly into the blacksmith's ear.
     "It certainly was." the blacksmith agreed, and he wiggled, hunched in
and out of Jack for a time.
     "Now what?" Jack asked.
     "Nothing to do on a rainy day." the blacksmith said. "Give me a moment
and we'll do it again."
     And they did, a second time, and then a third with Jack riding on top
of him and loving the hot passion that flooded through him every time. The
rain continued into the night, and after a brief respite for their meal
(Jack contributed his mutton, the blacksmith had bread and vegetables and
some dried, sweetened fruit to top it off.
     The rain continued through the night but ended by mid-morning and Jack
set off at last with a thoroughly fucked ass and a light heart. He could
see the Wizard before nightfall, his mother could be well by then from a
wave of the Wizard's wand could make her well and he could travel back at
an easy pace.
     The Wizard sat on a golden throne bejeweled heavily and shining of its
own light. Jack stammered out his request, and the Wizard considered it.
     "It seems to me it would be very simple for you to cure her, My Lord."
Jack ended his simple plea. "My mother has a fever, one which she says
won't harm her if it can be cured soon. If I lose her as well as my father,
I will be alone in the world."
     "What can you offer in payment?" the Wizard asked him with a voice
that thundered.
     "Whatever I have and can offer, I shall." Jack said and he was about
to relay the talents he had picked up on his trip here, which seemed to be
talents that any man would enjoy, but the Wizard cut him off.
     "I shall give you a task, and if you can do it for me, I shall cure
your mother." the Wizard said.
     "Great, what is it?" Jack asked.
     "Fetch for me a ring which fell into the well in the village." the
Wizard said.
     "Is that all?"
     "I wish it were that simple. The well is the entrance to a vast
underwater lake, which is the home to the King of the Fish People, and he
says that anything in his dark realm belongs to him. He cannot use the
ring, but won't relinquish it to me. I could blast him of course, but the
people of my village need that well water." This was true, the waters of
the Great Scratch River was useful for crops, but carried parasites that
made it unsafe to be drunk by people or animals. Any who drank it would
develop rashes that they could not bear, the itch would force them to
scratch their hide until it bled and beyond even.
     "Very well." Jack agreed but his heart sunk. He couldn't dive in and
swim around, hoping to find a single ring inside a deep well. What could he
do?
     Well, first things first as his mother had taught him. He went to the
well and considered it. What could he do?
     Never give up. That was his father's wisdom. If you give up, you
automatically lose, keep at it and you might win.
     Jack began to drop the bucket into the well and haul it up, and then
dump the water onto the cobblestones. If someone wanted the water, he gave
it to them, but he kept hauling up the water regardless of whether someone
was there or not.
     A constable came by to question his actions. "The Wizard wants me to
fetch a ring that has fallen down this well." Jack said. "So I have to dump
out the water so I can go down and fetch the ring."
     "The King of the Fish People won't like that." the constable warned
him. "He lives down there."
     "That's not my problem." Jack said.
     Next an officer of the Fish People poked its head up out of the
water. "What are you using all this water for?" he asked Jack. Jack again
explained his mission. "But you can't drain our lake with that bucket!" the
Fish officer said.
     "I have to try." Jack said. "My mother is ill and the Wizard will only
cure her if I can fetch the ring he dropped down this well for him. So I
have to empty the lake."
     "You are foolish." the fish officer said.
     Jack continued to work, and the fish officer watched him, as did more
and more of the fish people. They taunted him at his labors. Their lake was
vast, they told him, bigger than the valley above. He could never empty
it. "I have to try." Jack said.
     His next visitor was a welcome one. The first man he had met on his
travels. "I have spent four days thinking about you." he said simply. "I
want you to move in with me, stay with me. You can be my hands at night and
I'll be your caretaker at day."
     Jack smiled at him. "Fine. But for now, I have to fetch a ring that
fell down the bottom of this well. Will you help me empty it?"
     "You can't empty this well." the man said.
     The fish laughed and agreed.
     "I have to try."
     The man looked at Jack, and then said, "I'll help you."
     So now two buckets went up and down the well. The fish watching at the
bottom were quieter now, they were whispering among themselves. "You can't
really empty out our lake, can you?" one of them asked Jack timidly.
     "I will if I can." Jack answered truthfully. "I have to try."
     The two buckets plied on. Townspeople were watching this as
well. "He's going to empty out the lake and end our water supply!" they
pleaded with the constable. "You have to stop him."
     "I can't." the constable said. "He's doing something for the Wizard."
     "You have to stop him." the Fish People told their own officer. "You
have to stop him."
     The second man Jack had met showed up. "I have thought about you for
the last four days." he said. "I want you to come live with me. I herd
sheep in the meadows, you can stay with me and sleep in my bed at night and
I'll take care of you by day."
     Jack told him what he'd told the first, and the second man agreed to
help Jack empty out the well. Now three buckets were plying their work. The
Fish People and the Townspeople were all getting agitated as Jack worked
on.
     The Fish King came the next day to talk to Jack. Jack explained that
he had to get the ring from the bottom of the well so the Wizard would heal
his sick mother. He was sorry, he told the Fish King, that this meant he
would have to empty out the great lake that the Fish People lived in, but
that was what had to be.
     "You can't empty out this lake, nobody can." the Fish King said.
     "I can only try." Jack said. "And I have these two men helping me,
now, so it'll be faster."
     And the blacksmith showed up at that time and after talking to Jack
and making the same offer the other two had, he joined in helping the
others to work the well. He talked cheerfully about creating a pump that
would empty the lake nonstop. The Fish King listened to this and then said
to his Fish officers arrayed around him. "Go, find the Wizard's ring and
bring it here!"
     Jack and his three friends continued to help him empty out the water,
it was now making a sizeable brook down the street to wend its way to the
Great Scratch River.
     The Fish King broke the water as Jack lowered his bucket yet
again. "Here!" he said, tossing a gleaming bauble into the bucket. "There's
the Wizard's ring! Now go and leave me alone!"
     Jack raised the bucket, took the ring and said, "I am happy to quit
now that I have the ring. Thank you, Great Fish King."
     "Just go away and never return!" the Fish King grumbled and left.
     Jack and his three friends took the ring to the Wizard, who obligingly
cast the spell for him, a moment's work for him. "Your mother is well." the
Wizard said, "Though with your father dead, I don't see how the two of you
will possibly make that farm work for you. And it's one of the biggest
farms, I can't leave the land lying fallow another year."
     "He won't have to." the first man said. "I'll give you back my land
and go live with him and his mother, and work the land."
     "And I will as well, and take my flocks there." the second man said.
     "Can you use a blacksmith there?" the third man asked.
     "We could." Jack smiled.
     "Then I will also go and live there." the third man agreed.
     "With this many workers, you can make an excellent crop with that
land." the Wizard agreed. "Go, then, and be well." Jack bowed and went out
with his three big male friends.
     "But what about the three of us?" the first man asked rather
petulantly. "Am I to share you with these two?"
     Jack smiled. "And why not? But let us get on our way and I'll show you
all."
     "We can make my home by nightfall." the blacksmith agreed.
     In the bed, Jack showed them what he meant. The blacksmith he put
below himself, and settled down on it. The second man Jack put kneeling
above the blacksmith's chest, and he could lean over and suck on it. The
third man Jack put to the side and was able to pump him generously without
any problem. The three men grunted appreciatively as Jack pleased them all
three at once.
     Jack let go just long enough to say to the first one, "And just
because I'm only using my hand on you, that doesn't mean you can't take one
of these other guy's place from time to time." And to the second, "or you
be underneath me as well. Or you can all take turns. We'll manage things
very well, I think."
     It had been five or six days for these three men since they'd last had
orgasms, none of them lasted more than five or six minutes. The blacksmith
came first, shooting up into Jack and his groans seemed to inspire the
others. Jack found himself being loaded up the ass with come while he drank
down more while yet more splattered him from the first one's heavy load. It
was like being bathed in jizz.
     "You see." Jack said triumphantly. "We'll all fit together, no trouble
at all."
     And the three men agreed, and agreed as well that Jack was the
cleverest lad they'd ever met.

				  THE END
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