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From: an93335@anon.penet.fi (Bane, boylover)
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Date: Mon,  6 Mar 1995 20:22:21 UTC
Subject: REPOST: Lord of the Flies (b/b) pt.1


This story is FICTION, written by an adult(well, I guess I am, though I 
don't feel like one), for the enjoyment of adults. 

This story contains boy/boy sex. If this offends you, I don't care. Simply hit
'n' on your keyboard to quit reading now.

If you are under the legal age of consent for where you live, STOP READING NOW.

This story contains characters portrayed in the movie "The Lord of the Flies,"
starring Balthazar Getty as Ralph, and Chris Furrh as Jack. The movie was
based on the novel of the same name by William Golding(?). I guess you could
call this story a parody of the original. Neither William Golding's estate
nor the company that produced the movie have given
me permission to use these characters in this story, but since I'm not
doing it for money, I doubt that they'd care. (Anyway, a friend of mine
who is a psychology major told me that _my_ scenario would be more likely
than the movie one.)

If someone else has written stories using these characters, and the movie
as starting points, my apologies, I never heard about it(them), and would
love to read what you wrote--email them to me, or repost 'em.

This story may be copied and redistributed electronically, as the reader
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I hope to continue this story for a while, but at this time, I really have
no set plan for a definite length to the entire story. Please be patient,
this IS a work-in-progress.

Comments or critiques are welcome, I can be reached at: an93335@anon.penet.fi

All flames will be ignored, so don't waste your time.

				Lord of the Flies
				by Bane, boylover
Feb. '95
Chapter 1

	The morning sun shone down on the beach, turning the shallow water a
bright aquamarine, and making the white sand blindingly bright. The two boys
were walking along the waters edge, talking. They appeared to be twelve, or 
possibly thirteen, one blond and slim to the point of emaciation, the other
not husky, but more filled out, and dark haired. They were the two oldest 
boys on the island, and were trying to figure out what they were going to do.

	"Man, you gotta stop worryin so much. We got it made: no parents,
no teachers, no academy, no girls. Of course, I wouldn't mind getting a 
little, now and then." Jack, the older boy looked over at Ralph, to see his 
reaction to this.

	"Like you ever got any."

	Unfortunately true, Jack thought.

	"Well, I still wouldn't mind." and I won't have to wait long to
get some, he thought. If everything went according to plan, he be fucking the
younger boys silly before the week was out. He pushed sideways, throwing
Ralph off balance. Unable to use his left arm to catch himself because it was
in a sling, Ralph fell heavily. Jack looked down, and smiled at the view.
Ralph was not bad looking. His bare chest was pale, but wouldn't be that way
for long in this constant sunlight. His legs weren't muscular like some of the
older guys Jack had messed with, but were well defined. And looked especially
inviting just then, slightly spread apart, with Ralph on his side. He has a 
nice ass, Jack thought to himself, I bet it's REAL tight. As far as he knew,
Ralph hadn't ever messed around with any of the other boys at the academy, like
Jack had. That meant he was still a virgin. Well, technically, so was Jack, if
only male-female sex counted. He'd have to handle Ralph carefully. If he wasn't
going to play along, Jack reasoned, he might have to make his own camp, where a
guy could ENJOY himself. These thoughts were rolling in his head when Ralph
scissored Jack's legs out from under him, spilling him into the wet sand and 
surf. Both boys burst out laughing. Yeah, this is gonna be fun, Jack thought to 
himself.

				*****	*****

	"Roger, c'mere." 

	"What's up, Jack?" though younger than Jack, Roger was taller, with 
curly brown hair, lightly tanned skin, and as Jack well knew, a huge dick that
could shoot load after load of sweet white cum.

	"Me that's what. Roger man, I'm horny as a goat."

	"Yeah well, what're we gonna do? We can't really blow each other with
all the babies we got hanging around, can we? They follow you everywhere Jack.
The minute we took off for the trees, they'd be behind us so close, they'd be
stuck up our asses."

	Their whispered conversation was drawing some attention from the other
kids laying around in the shade along the edge of the beach.

	"That's what I'm counting on, man." excitement made Jack's voice achieve
a slightly higher pitch. "Look around us, Roger. We're surrounded by young, 
fresh, innocent, HELPLESS boys. Who look up to us. Give it a little time, and
they'll do anything we want 'em to."

	Roger sat up, and swept his head left to right, looking at the fifteen
to twenty boys lounging about in the already sweltering morning heat. A couple of the youngest boys were sitting with their backs to a fallen tree trunk,
watching a seagull as it would run from the incoming tide, then turn, run back,
and snatch up small fish or insects that got washed up on the beach. Next was
Neil, the red-headed kid, lying on his stomach with his shirt off and the legs
of his uniform pants cut off, like Jack's. He had a nice-shaped ass, if the 
stretch of those shorts were any indication. Four boys, between eight and nine
years old were splashing in the shallow water, in their underwear. Roger
couldn't remember all their names, especially since they were soaking wet, and
looked all alike. God! They do look good, he thought to himself, feeling his
dick begin to harden in his own cut-off pants. Turning to the right, he could
see Sam and Eric, the twins, sitting just out of reach of the surf, playing 
tic-tac-toe in the sand. They had already abandoned their pants, and were 
sitting there in their white cotton briefs, their shirts and shoes sitting atop
the discarded pairs of uniform pants. Oh, man! He could just picture it now!
Both of them kneeling in front of him, one holding his dick, while the other 
sucked on it like a candy, spraying them both in the face with his hot sperm,
then watching as they licked it off each others' face. He felt his cock begin
to ooze pre-cum. He looked at Jack, who had noticed that he'd gotten a hard-
on, and who was now smiling wickedly at him. Jack got up, dusted off his ass,
and headed left into the trees.

	"Where you goin' Jack? Can I come?" Larry, the six year old who had 
been playing with a pile of seashells piped up.

	"I'm going for a walk, so I can think, and I don't want any of you to
follow me. Understand?"

	Little Larry stood there, a crestfallen look on his face, but nodded
anyway, he didn't want to make Jack mad at him.

	Jack walked off, and disappeared in the trees, but right before he 
went out of view completely, he turned and looked at Roger, and inclined his 
head in invitation.

	Roger stood up, and as Jack did, brushed the sand off his shorts.
Man, was he hard! He needed to go jack off right now, or he'd shoot in his
shorts right here in front of all the babies. Jack's suggestions had gotten
him really hot, and he needed to fuck somebody. But he still didn't think the 
babies needed to know what he and Jack were up to.

	"So where you going? Gonna go think too?" Neil had raised his head from
his crossed forearms and was regarding Roger suspiciously.

	"I'm going take a shit, wanna watch?" he answered rudely, to discourage
any further conversation.

	"No, just bring some back for me will ya."

	"Smart ass. When I do, I'll make you eat it." and he walked away to the
right of the group of boys, and headed into the trees, to the sound of the other
boys laughing at Neil.

	Roger walked about a hundred yards into the trees, far enough that he 
couldn't see the beach, and could barely hear it, before he saw Jack waiting for
him.

	"About time. What took you so long?" Jack asked as he walked up, and 
massaged Roger's hard-on through his shorts.

	"Have you tried walking through the jungle with a hard-on? You trip 
over every little thing. Man that feels good Jack. I almost came right there 
on the beach when I saw Sam and Eric sittin' there in their underwear. Suck me
Jack, now." he pulled what was left of his pants open, pushed them and his 
briefs down and freed his enraged cock.

	Jack knelt down in front of him, and taking Roger's prick in his left
hand, smeared the pre-cum dripping from it across his lips. He stuck his tongue
out slightly and ran it over the dark red helmet of Roger's dick. A low moan 
escaped Roger's throat.

	"Don't just stand there licking it, come on Jack, suck it."

	Jack licked his lips tasting the sweetness of Roger's juice on his
tongue, and opening his mouth took the head in.

	"Oh yeah. Yeah that's it. Oh man, Jack you suck better than anyone I 
know."

	Taking the dripping head of Roger's dick out of his mouth, Jack 
retorted, "I'm the only person that EVER sucked you."

	So saying, he moved his mouth back over Roger, and took half of his six
inches into his mouth, fluttering his tongue over the rigid prick that was
quickly reaching the back of his throat. He reached with his right hand, and 
finished pulling down Roger's shorts and underwear. With Roger's hands on either
side of his head, Jack let go of Roger's cock and moved both his hands to
Roger's ass, running them lightly over his cheeks, up and down his thighs.
Not to be denied any longer, Roger held Jack's head immobile and began fucking
that hot, wet mouth he was buried in. Pulling back until just the tip of his
helmet was still in Jack's mouth, the plunging back into the tight, moist heat,
and began to groan from the pleasure. Jack could say what he wanted, Roger still
thought Jack could suck a cock better than anyone he had ever heard.

	Jack could feel Roger's cock getting even harder and knew his best 
friend wasn't far from exploding in his mouth. With his left hand, he parted 
Roger's ass cheeks, and running his forefinger down the crack, found the 
puckered rim of Roger's anus. Feeling Roger pistoning in and nearly out of his
mouth, moving faster and faster, Jack knew now was the perfect moment. He drove
his forefinger deep into the tight hole it had found. 

	Roger felt Jack's finger enter his ass, and the pleasure was too much.
He pulled completely out of Jack's mouth as he came. One huge wad shot to the 
back of Jack's mouth, while two more streams of thick, milky cum hit his face,
and a fourth  hit his chest, and rolled down to the hem of his shorts.

	"Oh man. Damn Jack, that fealt great. I haven't cum since before we
left the academy on this trip." An exhausted Roger sat on a low rock, sweat 
glistening off his flushed face and torso. His dick was slowly going limp.

	"That was two weeks ago. You mean you haven't jacked off in two weeks?"

	"You sound surprised Jack. Where was I supposed to jack off at? We
were always in groups of at least five, and we slept three to a bed at the 
hotel. I never had a minute alone."

	"Well, we're alone now. My turn."

	"You want me to suck you?"

	"No. It feels good, but will probably feel better when I can cum, like
you can. I want to fuck you." Jack grinned maliciously at the look on Roger's 
face. He slowly undid the clasp of his shorts, and let them fall to the ground,
stepping out of them.

	Roger had to admit, Jack wasn't as good looking as some of the other
boys on the island. He was kinda skinny, and Roger thought some of the boys with
more meat on their bones looked better, but still. Jack was fun, he was brave,
he could suck a cock like nobodies business, and his own cock was a source of
great pleasure to those he let touch him. That's what Roger thought anyway.
He almost felt like he loved Jack. He KNEW he would do anything Jack asked him
to.

	Jack hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, and quickly
pulled them off. Roger gasped.

	"Jack, you've got hair."

	"Yeah, only six. I counted this morning. But I still can't cum like you
can. It's bigger too I think." he answered, pulling on his semi-erect prick.

	Roger climbed off of his rock, knelt before Jack and inspected the 
changes in his friend's body closely.

	"You're right, it is bigger. You're tube is startin' to open too. It 
won't be long 'til you're cumming all over me." Roger ran his thumb lightly over
the ridge that was developin on Jack's dick that would eventually open a chanel
to his nuts, and let Jack cum.

	"I don't know though Jack. When we did it at the academy, we used
vaseline, and it was only about three and a half inches. We don't have any here,
and it's at least four inches now, and a lot thicker." doubt had crept into 
Roger's voice. He liked it when Jack fucked his ass, even though it sometimes 
hurt a little when they would first start. 

	"Just suck it real good, get it real wet, and it'll be okay. Besides,
we're going to be here for the rest of our lives, with no vaseline, and I don't
want to not have sex just because of that. Do you?"

	Roger's response was to take Jack's cock into his mouth and begin
slurping noisily on it. After nearly a minute, Jack pulled his dick out of 
Roger's mouth. 

	"Turn around, and lie down on the log." Jack was panting at this point,
pulling slowly, firmly on his slick member. Roger did as he was instructed, 
lying on his stomach lengthwise on the log, a leg on either side of it.
Jack straddled the log, and parting Roger's cheeks again, held his stiff prick
to the pink puckered mouth that was Roger's asshole.

	He began to push slowly, and felt the tip of his cock slip into the 
tight hole before it.

	"Owww, Jack it hurts. Stop."

	Leaning forward until he could whisper in Roger's ear, Jack spoke, 
"Just relax, let go. It'll probably hurt for a little longer than it used to.
But if you want, you can do me."

	Jack had never let Roger fuck him, he had only sucked him off, and that
had always been it. Jack always sucked so good, Roger never pressed the issue.
Jack's words sent a thrill of anticipation through Roger, and he forced him-
self to take a deep breath, and to try to relax.

	Feeling Roger's anus loosten slightly, Jack remained bent over his back,
and drove his hips forcefully. His entire length enterred Roger, accompanied by
a stifled yelp. Slowly, very slowly, Jack drew his hips back, and pushed forward
again. And again. And again. With each thrust, Roger's ass became looser, and
slicker so Jack increased his tempo each time. Within twenty thrusts, Jack was
grunting from the pleasure as he moved rapidly in and out of that tight,
deliciously hot ass.

	"What are you guys doin'?"

	Jack froze, and he could feel Roger go rigid beneath him as they turned
their heads to see who had spoken. Larry stood not ten feet away, staring at 
the two older boys, naked on the log.

	"That's dirty. I'm gonna tell."

	"Who are you gonna tell? There's nobody here but us." the shakiness in 
Jack's voice belied the brave words.

	"If let me play, I won't tell anybody." 

	The innocent words forestalled the limpness beginning to take hold in 
Jack's dick. He resumed moving in and out of Roger slowly.

	"Jack," Roger hissed, "what are you doing?!"

	"I'm gonna let him play too." he was rapidly regaining the momentum
lost by the interruption.

	"You're not mad at me for following you?" Larry's brown eyes were wide
as he stepped closer to the log.

	"No, I'm not mad. Come here. Take your clothes off."

	"Do I have to?"

	"If you want to play what we're playing, you have to. Now take 'em off."

	Both Roger and Jack watched in relative silence as Larry pulled off his
T-shirt, slipped out of his shoes, and unsnapped his pants. He pulled them down
slowly, embarassed now of being naked in front of the two older boys. His eyes
roamed their naked bodies, and fastened, captivated by the sight of Roger's (to
Larry) huge pee-pee pressed against the log. Where was Jack's pee-pee? Moving
closer, Larry discovered it was inside of Roger's butt! 

	Jack stopped, his dick half-in, half-out of Roger's ass, and reaching
out, hooked two fingers in the elastic holding up Larry's blue 'Scooby-Doo'
underwear, and pulled them down, exposing the boys tiny penis. In the exposure,
Larry's small dick quickly hardened, and both Roger and Jack ran their fingers 
over it, under his small sack, and firm globes of his ass.

	"I bet he tastes sweet, Roger." Jack's voice trembled lightly as he
gently stroked Larry's tiny two-inch erection. He slid the skin back and forth
between his thumb and two fingers. "Wanna find out?"

	"Yeah."

	Jack drew back off of Roger, his dick coming free with a sucking sound,
and stood up. He took Larry by the shoulders, and slowly lowered the little boy 
to the ground. He gently spread Larry's knees, and ran his tongue from mid-
thigh to scrotum. Jack licked lightly at the tiny sack, and the small jewels 
inside.

	"Like that? Feel good?"

	"Uhuh." his tiny chest moved up and down rapidly as Jack continued 
licking at him, and his right hand moved down, almost as if to cover himself.

	Roger had stood, and was looking down, watching Jack initiate the 
youngest boy on the island to the pleasures of sex. He began slowly stroking
his growing erection. Jack licked up and down the tiny shaft, then languidly,
leisurely, went down on it, his lips pressed tightly together over Larry's
dick. His head bobbed up and down several times, then Jack pulled his mouth off
of him, and sat back on his heels, regarding the little boy lying spread-legged
before him with his rigid little dick totally hidden by the clutching hand.

	"Felt good didn't it?" Jack's voice was sure, confident. He knew what
the answer would be.

	Larry's small shoulders moved in a shrug, "Yeah, I guess so." The little
boy's whispered response barely reached Roger's ears, but it was enough for him,
too. Larry was hooked, and if Jack handled him right, would stay hooked, and 
tell no one until THEY wanted him to.

	"Roger lie down next to him, on your back." Jack ran his hands over
Larry's hips, up his shoulders, and down his stomach. His skin was so smooth!

	"I'm gonna fuck you some more, and I'm gonna suck him at the same time.
You do want me to suck you some more, don't you Larry?" 

	The little boy nodded as he sat up, to watch what Jack was going to do
to Roger.

	"Pull your knees up to your chest, and hold them there," Jack instructed
as he moved, and knelt at Roger's now exposed ass. Larry leaned forward. "Watch
this!" he told the younger boy, and he pushed his stiffened cock once again 
into Roger's rear.

	"Wow. Doesn't that hurt?"

	"Yeah, a little," Roger answered through gritted teeth, "At first. Then
you get used to it."

	Jack meanwhile, was pushing steadily in and out of that tight ass. No
matter how many times he and Roger did this, it still surprised him how tight
Roger's butt could be, in this position. After several thrusts, he stopped, his
hips pressed tightly against the flattened cheeks.

	"Larry, kneel down over his head so I can suck you."

	The small boy did as he was told, and looking down, saw Roger lick his 
lips at the hairless prick dangling a mere inch above his nose. Jack took the 
tiny dick into his mouth, and began fluttering his tongue over it, as he resumed
his slow fucking. Not to be left out, Roger raised his head, and gently ran his
tongue over the small scrotum. The taste was slightly bitter, he thought, like 
sweat, but underneath, ... he tasted like Jack, only more... pure. He had never
had sex before this, so he had never bother


Mar. 5 '95
Chapter2

	Ralph had gathered the boys together and instructed them to
divide up into groups of two or three, to look for fruits, or 
vegetables, SOMETHING that they could eat. They had nearly exhausted
the berry bush they had found on their first morning on the island,
and all were hoping to find something more solid than fruit. Jack had
told everyone he had seen a pig in the forest, and that he intended
to kill it, so they could have some meat. Ralph hadn't really believed
Jack would be able to kill a pig, even if there was one on the island,
but hadn't argued with him. Jack had become more and more insub-
ordinate lately. All it seemed he wanted to do was have fun, even 
though Ralph had tried to make him understand that surviving here was
going to be hard work. Jack hadn't answered. His only response was to
start a water fight with the boys jumping from a tree branch into the
freshwater stream they had found. Ralph watched, and could tell Jack
was excited from seeing the group of boys horseplaying in the shallow
brook. Most of them were wearing only their shorts, and the white
cotton had gotten soaked immediately, plastering itself to the young
curves and bulges it covered. Some of the youngest boys weren't even
wearing underwear. They had been trying to bathe in the shallows, 
though how they expected to do this without soap, Ralph had no idea.
When the waterfight started, they had simply joined in as they were:
Au Naturale. Having started the fight, Jack had gotten out of the
water and had stood intently watching the frolicking boys. His hard-on
had been clearly visible due to the wet briefs clinging to him like a
second skin. Ralph had even seen him rub himself before he turned and
walked away.

	So far, Ralph and Piggy hadn't spotted anything, and Ralph was
still thinking about Jack, and the scene at the stream. He knew Jack
had fooled around with some of the boys back at the academy. Most of
the older boys did, at one time or another. Ralph had messed around
with his best friend Jimmy, but they had only rubbed each other, which
he reasoned wasn't as fag a thing to do as what he had heard Jack
would do. He didn't know why he had expected Jack to stop now that
they were marooned on this island. Clearly it would only be a matter
of time before he was messing around with some of the boys here.

		***	***	***

	Simon had managed to end up searching on his own, and had 
moved in such a way as to meet up with Sam and Eric just as they
were moving out of the field of vision of every other group.

	"Find anything?" he called out to the twins.

	"No." one replied, looking up at Simon as he approached.

	"Nothing." the other completed, still scanning the ground for
fallen coconuts.

	Looking around to make sure none of the other boys could see
them, Simon whispered, "You guys'll never guess what I saw this 
morning."

	As every boy loves knowing a secret, they were instantly 
captivated, and gathered in close.

	"What?"

	"Tell us." like one boy speaking with two mouths.

	Simon sat cross-legged, his back to a stone, and putting a 
hand on each of their shoulders, pulled their heads together, until
the three young bodies formed a huddle. They had abandoned their
shirts completely that morning, and the cut-off uniform pants that
afternoon because of the oppressive heat. He ran his hands lightly
over smooth tanned shoulders before beginning.

	"I was walking, just looking around, when I saw Jack. He's 
such a dork, I didn't really want to talk to him, so I hid behind 
some bushes. He kept coming towards me, but stopped just on the other
side of the bushes from me, and stood there like he was waiting for 
someone. I was gonna get up and leave after a few minutes, but just
before I did, Roger showed up. Jack walked right up to him, and rubbed
him! Between the legs! Right there in the open!" his voice had risen
with his excitement, and he stopped until he could talk in a whisper
again. The twins had grinned at his news, looked down at each other's
crotch, back up at each other, then looked at Simon's. All three were
beginning to get hard, as shown by the state of their cotton briefs,
which were beginning to tent out in front of them. 

	"Then, Jack gets down on his knees, pulls out Roger's thing,
and put it in his mouth!" Sam and Eric were now actively running their hands over each others cotton covered erections. Sam, noticing the
direction of Simon's gaze, took his free hand and began moving it back
and forth over Simon's creamy white thigh, getting ever closer to his dick. 

	"Did you guys ever try that?"

	"No." Eric replied.

	"Not yet." Sam added, looking at his brother and smiling 
lasciviously.

	Simon's heart pounded, and his stiff three inch cock jerked
in his briefs. Eric was now running his hand up and down Simon's other
thigh.

	"What happened next?" they asked together.

	"After a couple of minutes, Roger peed in Jack's mouth." 
Simon's voice had become worried, "But Roger must be sick or 
something, his pee was white." He looked up, offended at the identical
giggles coming from Sam and Eric.

	"That wasn't pee, dummy," from Eric.

	"That was cum." giggled Sam. "We saw Roger pulling on it one
day in the showers, when that stuff started to come out, so we asked
him what it was."

	"He said it was cum, c-u-m, and that once we had hair, we 
would be able to cum too." Eric finished.

	Simon had transferred his hands from his stiff prick to
theirs, and was rubbing the hot erections through the warm cotton. One
of them, Simon thought it was Eric, but he couldn't be sure since they
looked exactly alike, had slipped his fingers under the leg elastic of
Simon's briefs and was running them lightly along the edge of his 
hard member. He breathing quickening, Simon continued with his story.

	"After Roger cummed? Came?  Anyway, after, Jack made him lie
down on a log, and he put his up Roger's butt!" he felt the small
stiff pricks under his fingers spasm as the twins gasped. 

	"It must have hurt a little, cuz Roger was moaning at first for
Jack to take it out. After a few minutes though, he stopped
complaining, and Jack really started pumping him." Simon smiled to
himself as he felt the other twin's fingers move under his briefs to
begin stroking his dick from the other side. This was going great! Not
to be left out, Simon pushed each hand inside the waistband elastic of
their briefs, and grasped both hot erections in his hands. Slowly
beginning where he and the guys had left off the last time they had
fooled around at the academy, Simon began to gently stroke each prick
slowly, tightening his grasp, then relaxing. 

	"It was so cool! From where I was, I could see Jack's dick
moving out of Roger's hole, then all the way back in. Jack put it in so
far, his nuts were right up against Roger's butt." Sam and Eric had
begun returning his favors, one grasping his tool, and slowly jacking
him off, while the other played gently with his balls. 

	"That's when Larry walked up." The carresses stopped and the
two boys looked up at Simon, shocked. Simon squeezed slightly on each
dick, to remind them to continue. 

	Resuming their actions, they asked together, "What happened?"

	Enjoying both telling them the story, and what they were doing
to him, Simon continued. "They stopped when they first saw him. Then
Jack called him over, and made Larry promise that if they let him
'play' too, he wouldn't tell anybody. Jack made Roger get off the log,
and lie down on the ground, on his back. He pushed Roger's knees up to
his chest, and stuck it in him again, but from the front this time. He
made Larry get naked, then kneel down over Roger's face so Jack could
suck him, like he had sucked Roger. After a minute, Roger started 
licking Larry's butt. I think he even stuck his tongue inside him."


	Twin faces wrinkled in disgust.

	"Uhhhhh, GROSS!" they chorused.

	"Did they see you?" Eric asked.

	"No."

	"Are you sure?" Sam looked at him closely.

	"I'm sure. They never even knew I was there."

	"Good. Cause if Jack found out you saw, he'll beat you up." 
Sam replied seriously, his small brow furrowed in concern.

	"They NEVER SAW ME, Ok?"

	"Okay, okay." Eric speeded up his fingers on Simon's prick, 
making him groan in pleasure. "So you wanna?" he addressed his
brother.

	"Do you?" Sam asked Simon. Simon answered them both by
increasing his tempo in jacking them off. 

	They stood up, letting go of each other, and looking around 
once again to make sure they were alone, slipped off their underwear,
and stood naked, side by side in front of Simon. 

	"Suck us." Eric instructed him, moving to stand so that his 
small prick was at one corner of Simon's mouth. Eric moved so that his
dick was at the other corner of Simon's mouth.

	"You guys promise you'll suck me if I suck you?" his voice 
shook. He wanted to do this, but he wasn't sure if they would do it 
for him.

	"Promise." they answered together.

	Taking a deep breath, Simon parted his lips, and took Eric's 
dick in his mouth.

	"Owwwh. You're biting me, stop." Eric had pulled his dick out,
and was clenching his hand around it.

	"Sorry, I've never done this before."

	"Keep your teeth apart, but keep your lips closed." Sam 
advised helpfully.

	Simon turned the other way, and doing what Sam had said, took
Sam's tiny prick in his mouth. It was firm, and after the slight 
taste of sweat was gone, tasted like a finger. Simon moved his head
back and forth, uncovering the small penis to the tip, then enveloping
it completely as his lips met Sam's pubes. After a couple of in-and-
outs, he switched to Eric's dick and performed the same manuevers.

	"Oh yeah, that's better." Looking up, Simon could see Eric's
eyes were closed. He started to move slightly, thrusting his small 
hips forward in rythym with Simon's mouth.

	Remembering that he had seen Jack flicking his tongue at
Larry's tiny peter, Simon moved back to Sam, and began flicking his
tongue over the hard shaft of Sam's dick as he moved his mouth over
it. Sam grasped Simon's head with both hands and began vigorously
thrusting himself in and out of Simon's mouth, feeling his stiff cock
brush past the tight lips, and the flicking tongue, and run itself
along the roof of Simon's mouth, until he was pushed in as far as he
could go, then pulling out until only the head of his cock was still
in, and doing it again. Every four or five thrusts, the brothers 
would switch places, to get themselves sucked. One would jack himself
off as he watched the other face-fucking the kneeling Simon. 

	Simon was in heaven. He had always liked Sam and Eric, they
were the closest things he had to best friends. And this felt so good!
He didn't care if the other boys from the academy thought it was queer
to do this. He had seen Jack, Roger, and Larry do this, and even though
he didn't really like Jack, and didn't really want to be anything like
him, he liked doing this. It felt good. And as long as they want to do
it, he promised himself, he would keep on doing it. So long as the
other boys never found out.

	Their tempos were increasing to the point where their small
shafts were pistoning in and sometimes completely out of Simon's 
thirsty mouth. On each inward thrust, their small hips would smack
against Simon's chin, jolting his head back. Finally, Eric buried his
tiny peter in Simon's mouth, and held it there. Simon could feel the 
little staff throbbing and pulsing in his mouth as his orgasm shook 
Eric's ten year old body. When his shoulders slumped, and the waves of
pleasure coming from his dick subsided, Eric's brother pushed him 
away, and grasping Simon's head with his hands, had his final round at
Simon's soft, grasping mouth. Within four thrusts, Sam too pushed him-
self to the hilt into Simon's mouth as his climax shook him.

	Neither one of them came, they were still too young for that,
as was Simon, who was also ten. Simon preferred it that way, though,
not liking the thought of having someone peeing that stuff in his 
mouth. He stood up, and as the twins had done, peeled off his briefs.
His small boner sprang free, getting harder from the exposure to open
air.

	Sam and Eric knelt down on either side of him. Simon thought
he was going to die, his heart pounded so quickly. Eric was gently 
running his tongue over Simon's rigid shaft, but hadn't taken it into
his mouth yet. Sam was doing the same to Simon's balls. Each new 
swipe of a hot, wet tongue contacting his sensitive scrotum or his
firm peter sending a jolting wave of pleaure up and down Simon's body.
He could feel their hands on him too, running from the back of his 
knees, up over his thighs, and grasping his clenched buttocks. Never 
in sync with each other, the two hands were almost as intense as 
the feeling when Sam sucked both Simon's balls into his young mouth,
and his brother finally went down on Simon's aching cock. He didn't
have to move at all, they were doing all the work! Even so, Simon 
found himself thrusting back and forward involuntarily, in an
instinctive rythym that would not be denied. Under the vigorous care of
the two boys kneeling about him, it wasn't long before Simon could feel
it coming. His balls tightened up, and his dick got infinitesimally
harder. His body shook as his prick jerked, throbbing with the force
of his orgasm. Oh God! He had never felt like this before, not even 
the last time the three of them had fooled around. Simon had never
imagined pleasure so intense, so powerful. His legs buckled under him,
and he fell to the ground, on his back.  Sam and Eric followed him
down, still swiping at his genitals with their pink tongues sticking
out of their mouths.

	"I wanna do what you saw Jack 'n Roger doin." Eric looked Simon
in the eyes. He turned to his brother and said, "Lie down on your 
stomach so Simon can do you, and I can do him. Then me an you will 
switch places."

	Sam did as he was told without hesitation, getting down on his
belly on the leaf-covered ground. Simon looked shocked at first, but
then, feeling his fading penis begin to harden again, straddled Sam's
butt, and lay on top of him.

	"You're heavy Simon, don't lie down all the way." Sam 
complained, craning his head to watch Simon's dick touch his ass.

	Simon levered himself up onto his elbows, taking most of his 
weight off of Sam's back. He began to slowly rub his cock along the 
crevice between Sam's firm young buns. The leftover saliva on it making
his dick slide easily. Pressing down, he could feel the firm cheeks
part, and wrap his cock in silken warmth.

	Eric got down on his knees directly behind Simon, in the 
'doggy-style' position. He let himself lean forward until his rigid
pole was resting between Simon's pale buns. He wrapped his arms around
Simon's body, and holding himself tightly pressed against Simon's back,
let Simon's own motions drive his tiny erection deeper into the crack 
of his ass.

	Sam could feel Simon's hands running along his side, over the
parts of his buns that weren't covered, and down under his body. Sam
raised his hips slightly, enough to allow Simon's hands access to his
stiff piece. 

	Simon grasped Sam's rod in his right hand and began to 
jerk him off with the same rythym he was using to press into his ass.
He could feel Eric's hot little cock wedged firmly against his bottom 
as he thrust himself again and again against the boy lying beneath him.
He stopped for a moment as he felt his dickhead rub against Sam's 
butt-hole. He took his left hand, postioned his cock, and pressed hard.
Oh man, this was unbelievable! Sam had yelped in pain as Simon's prick
enterred his anus, but beyond that uttered no sound.

	"Did he go in you?" Eric looked down over Simon's shoulders at
his brother.

	Getting only a nod in response, Eric addressed Simon.

	"Stop for a minute Simon, I'm gonna put mine up yours."

	Eric released his hold on Simon, and leaning back so he could
see, pushed one of Simon's buns to the side, to expose his tiny pink
orifice to the light. He moved his dick until the tip was pressed 
firmly against the puckered opening. He ran his hands in between 
Simon's and Sam's bodies, up Simon's chest, and curved his hands over
Simon's shoulders. He pressed forward as hard as he could, and POP! he
could feel the hot, incredibly tight walls of Simon's butt parting
as he sank his rigid shaft as deep as it would go.

	"Owwh that hurts." Simon moaned as Eric sank his three inch 
shaft to the hilt in his ass.

	Those were the last words spoken for several minutes as the
three boys moved together, Eric thrusting in and out of Simon's tight
little ass; Simon feeling Eric's rod filling his bottom, rubbing 
continuously against his sensitive insides and at the same time,
plunging himself into the slick cavern of Sam's hole; Sam verging on
the edge of orgasm as Simon's thick little cock stretched his ass wide
open, only to pull out, letting it close, and then push back in. The
only sounds heard in the small circle of bushes was the wet slurping
sounds of stiff young cocks pistoning in and out of wet little asses,
the slapping sounds of young hips bumping against firm little buns, and
the groans of pleasure from the three boys.


	***	***	***


This story is based on the 1990 movie version of "Lord of the Flies,"
which was in turn based on the novel of the same name by Sir William
Golding. This story contains characters from the movie, plus a couple
I have added through creative license(read as: I didn't do my reasearch
thoroughly enough before I started, and ended up calling one character
in part 1 by another's name, and inventing a name for a second. Ah, well.)

This collection of stories should not be viewed as a "re-write" of the 
original(the movie in this case.) These stories should be viewed as 
scenes that were: 1) cut from the movie, or 2) never shot, but REALLY
should have been. These stories will not alter the story-line of the
movie in any way. I guess you could call this a parody: The same over-all
story, simply with a different emphasis.

NOTE:	I did get all the names of the characters from the closing 
credits of the film, but since they hardly ever called each other
by name, I'm only sure of the identity of six or seven out of the 
twenty-five boys. So what I have done is assign names based on who
looks like what name. Ex: Hmmm, he looks like a <insert name here>, 
guess I'll call him that.

If someone else has written stories using these characters, and the movie
as starting points, my apologies, I never heard about it(them), and would
love to read what you wrote--email them to me, or repost 'em.

This story may be copied and redistributed electronically, as the reader
wishes. However, please leave these notices intact, for legal, and archiving
purposes.

I hope to continue this story for a while, but at this time, I really have
no set plan for a definite length to the entire story. Please be patient,
this IS a work-in-progress.

Comments or critiques are welcome, I can be reached at: an93335@anon.penet.fi

All flames will be ignored, so don't waste your time.


				Lord of the Flies
				by Bane, boylover

Chapter 3
Mar 11, 1995


	The dawn light peeked through the leafy roof of the forest,
picking out the shape of a bush here, a rock there. Leaves rustled, as
rodents dug through the ferns and small plants for food. A twig snapped,
breaking the silence of the still morning. Birds fluttered from branches
used overnight as roosts, and the little rustlings in the underbrush
ceased.
	
	A figure enterred the dappled glade, spear held ready to cast,
head moving slowly back and forth, looking for movement. Behind it, 
another appeared, then, off to the side, another, then more.

	"See anything?" Jack hissed at Steve, who was in front.

	He only shook his head in response, not wanting to make any more
noise after stepping on that branch. He knew Jack had been unsure of 
letting someone else lead the hunting party, and he didn't want him to 
get mad and not let him go with him and Roger on their 'secret mission'
later.


	***

	Jack woke up smiling. When they had all gone to sleep, he and
Roger had seperated from each other, in order to check out the other
boys. They were spotting likely kids to introduce to the pleasures of
sex. Jack had settled himself with his back to a fallen palm tree, 
facing the ocean, with a view of most of the boys. It surprised him when
Larry came and laid down in front of him as it got dark. There wasn't
much light from the dying fire, and Jack couldn't make out his face.
After most of the boys had settled though, he had felt Larry wiggle 
himself back until his buns were pressed against Jacks hips. Jack had
smiled, wishing he could have fucked him, but knowing it would still
hurt Larry too much to keep it a secret from everyone else. Instead,
he folded one arm over the six-year old, and fell asleep with his hand
inside the boys briefs, rubbing the stiff two-inch prick.

	From across the circle of lying boys, Roger had seen Larry go
over to Jack. Already satisfied that Larry was one of theirs, he looked
around at the others, who were either asleep, or were getting there fast.
He knew Steve, Rusty, and Luke, who were all twelve, all fooled around a
little, and if they could be convinced to, would be a lot of help getting
the little ones to go along. Hell, most of the boys here had played 
touchy-feely at one time or another at the academy. The tough part was
going to be to get them to let an older boy do it to them. They'd have
to be convinced that all the others were doing it too. He'd start with
Steve, and work his way from the older boys to the younger. He couldn't
wait to get to Patterson. When he'd asked Ralph if blowing the conch
meant they were having Assembly, he'd looked so cute, Roger had wanted
to tear his pants off right there and fuck him silly, then cum all over
that pretty little face. Thinking about it as the night closed in, he
had untacked his shorts, pushed them and his underwear down a little,
and slowly started to stroke himself. It was really starting to feel 
good, and he could tell he was gonna cum soon. Just as the first glob
flew from the tip of his dick, he heard a noise from the midst of the
sleeping boys, and froze, cum still spurting from his cock. Moving 
slowly, he raised himself up on one elbow, his dick still in his other
hand, and looked out over the sleeping bodies. There, in the middle of
the circle, three shapes were moving. The fire had died, leaving the
moon as the only source of light, but Roger made out one, then another,
and knew without trying to see, who the third was. Simon, and Sam and
Eric were playin with each other, right there in the middle of every-
body! He had figured Sam and Eric fooled around, but only with each 
other, they were so alike, and so _together_ all the time. But he had
NEVER thought about Simon. There was something about Simon that kind
of scared him, even though he was only ten. Something about the way he'd
look at you, more like he was looking _through_ you, would send shivers
up your back. He was the last boy Roger would have thought
would mess around with other boys. But there he was, his hand rubbing
over Sam's (or Eric's?) crotch, while Eric (or Sam?) rubbed his, humping
against him from behind. Roger grinned, and lay back down. If some of
them were already doing it, after only being here three days, then
most of them probably wouldn't need much convincing at all.

	***

	The sun had climbed, and was mid-way up the sky when Jack called
a halt to the hunt. He didn't know what time it was, but he guessed ten,
or eleven. They had been hunting for hours, ranging along the shoreline,
keeping just out of sight of the beach. Nothing had come up. Jack smiled
at the thought. Something would be 'up' soon.

	"Ok, let's head back to camp. We're not gonna kill anything 
today." he made himself sound sad, trying to contain his anticipation.

	There were no dissenting remarks from any of the other boys, as 
they had been up hunting since daybreak, and Jack had kept them at it 
longer. Their hours of walking had taken them almost halfway around the
island. Some of the smaller boys, were shuffling their feet, not really
raising them to walk, so Jack knew they were tired, and wouldn't argue
with him when he made his suggestion.

	"I'm not gonna walk all the way back along the beach. You guys,"
he addressed the eight eleven- and ten-year old, "go ahead and go. Me
and the others are gonna cut through the middle, and see if we can scout
out any tracks." Sounds impressive enough for 'em, he thought.

	The others, Roger, Steve, and Rusty, stopped walking, waiting for
the group of younger boys' response. The oldest of the younger group was
the only to reply.

	"Alright. See you guys back at camp." the tow-headed boy turned,
and with the younger kids following, headed for the beach, which would 
provide for easier walking.

	Jack watched the cute eleven year old boy lead the others away.
Billy was cute, he admitted to himself. His fair, almost translucent skin,
that little nose, those red little lips(he could feel them wrapping around
his dick..), sky blue eyes, and of course that hair so blonde it was 
almost white. He rubbed his hand over his cock. Billy would be his, he
knew it.

	"Come on, let's go." he turned in the opposite direction, and 
headed deeper into the green of the trees. 

He had talked with Roger that morning, before he woke any of the other
boys up, and they had both  agreed that it would be better to start with
the older boys first. Roger had told him that he knew Steve and Luke
fooled around. He had caught them at it one night in the room they shared
at the academy. He and Jack planned to start messing with each other in
front of them, and see where things went from there. And of course, Roger
had reminded Jack that he was gonna let Roger fuck him for real this time. 

	Jack had still been somewhat dubious about the promise he had
made, until he spied a banana peel someone had left lying on a rock the 
night before. Overnight it had turned black, and become oily with decay.
He had rubbed his fingers over the peel, getting the oil on them. He 
brought his fingers to his nose and sniffed. It smelled bad, but his
fingers had stayed greasy, and after a few minutes, the disagreeable
smell had been gotten used to. It was only the smell of an over-ripe
banana, after all. The slipperiness of the oil from the rotting peel gave
Jack an idea, and he tucked it into the waistband of his shorts, to 
bring it with him.

	They had walked maybe two-hundred yards, when Jack stopped them
at one of the small freshwater streams. He went and sat in the water, 
cooling off, and the other boys followed suit. Looking slyly at Rogers,
Jack stood up. 

	"We leaving already? Why don't we stay here awhile, Jack, and 
cool off."  Rusty piped up, splashing water over his head, turning his
dark brown hair black.

	"Nah, we're not goin anywhere for a while. I wanna cool off too."
he untacked his shorts, and slipped them down, and off.

	"What are you doin?" Steve asked, looking up at Jack from where
he was sitting. "Are you gonna take a bath?"

	"Yeah," Jack answered, slowly pushing his cotton briefs down,
exposing his hardening prick to the three pairs of staring eyes. "Walking
through the woods all day, I'm all dirty." His cock was rising steadily 
with the feel of the warm air and the cool breeze brushing against it.
He sat back down, hiding his dick from the sight of the other three boys
under several inches of water.

	Roger stood up, and undressed too, Steve and Rusty watching with
their mouths almost hanging open in surprise. They looked at each other
and Rusty shrugged.

	"What the hell, might as well." and he quickly undressed too, Jack
and Roger watching as intently as he and Steve had watched them. He wasn't
really different from Roger, Jack saw. Pretty much the same build, he saw.
Now that he thought about it, most of the boys on the island looked the 
same, no matter what their age. Oh sure, there were a couple of stocky 
boys, not to mention Piggy, and two or three boys that were as slim as
Jack, but for the most part, their bodies were built the same: firm arms,
and chests, developed but not overly-so legs, nice rounded buns that
looked at once firm and soft. The biggest difference between Roger and 
Rusty, as far as Jack could see, was in their dicks. Roger was bigger, of
course, being nearly a year older, but he was also thicker. Jack looked
at Rusty's cock, which was beginning to rise under the scrutiny, 
lengthening to four, perhaps four-and-a-half inches. His circumsised head
quickly began waiving at the sun, like a sunflower in bloom. His hairless
scrotum hung closely beneath his shaft, but his balls were hanging loosely
within, not pulled up against his body. Jack licked his lips, and imagined
running his tongue over that hot little rod, and taking that smooth 
hairless sack into his mouth, feeling those two little marbles pressed 
between his tounge and his teeth.

	"Roger. Come wash my back for me, I can't get it." his voice
was strained, and his breathing had quickened. Rusty had stayed standing,
watching Jack and Roger watch him. His hand drifted down, and wrapped it-
self around his hot, excited flesh. 

	Roger had bent down, over Jack's shoulder, and was rubbing his wet
hands over Jack's upper back, wiping off some of the accumulated dirt.
His butt was pointed directly at Rusty and Steve, who was still sitting,
but who was now naked as well. Jack felt Roger's dick poke him in the 
shoulder, and watching the other two out of the corner of his eyes, turned
his head, and took Roger's cock into his mouth. He licked slowly, running
his tounge over the head, and down the length of the shaft. All pretense
of bathing was gone, as Roger moved to stand directly in front of Jack's 
face, gripping his head by the ears. He pushed slowly into Jack's mouth,
until he felt his cock bottom out against the back of Jack's throat. He 
pulled back until just the tip was still encased in the warm wetness, then
slowly thrust forward again, fucking Jack's face gently, to make the feel-
ings coursing through his dick last longer. He looked behind him at 
Rusty and Steve, to see their reactions. They were jacking each other off,
captivated by the spectacle in front of them.

	Jack ran his hands up the backs of Roger's legs until they found
the firm buns. Dipping one hand in the water, he spread the cheeks, and
tickled at the puckered opening of Roger's ass. He pushed his forefinger
gently in, feeling the resistance in the muscles surrounding the opening, 
and buried it up to the second knuckle. Roger was groaning in pleasure,
pumping himself faster and faster into Jack's mouth as Jack roughly 
finger-fucked his ass.

	Jack pushed back on Roger's thrusting hips, taking his mouth off
the hardened member, and stood up.

	"Time to keep my promise. Come on." he took Roger's hand and lead
him out of the stream, to the middle of the small clearing bordering the
stream. Steve and Rusty had also left the brook, to watch and see what 
Jack and Roger were gonna do next. They hadn't spoken a word since all
this had started.

	Jack rubbed the black banana peel over his hands, getting the oil
to coat his fingers. One slimy hand rubbed itself over Roger's straining
cock, covering it with the slippery goo. The other disappeared between his
buns, as he inserted a finger into his ass, to spread the improvised 
lubrication on the inner walls of his butt. He turned to the side, and
got down on his hands and knees, so that Steve and Rusty had a full-on
side view of him and Roger, and could see everything. He knew from talking
to Roger that morning that this was the position he had caught Steve and
Rusty in, only they had just been rubbing up against each other, not
_really_ fucking.

	Roger knelt down behind him, and holding his dick in one hand,
placed the head against Jack's brown little opening. He pushed, and at
first thought that it wasn't gonna go in, so he pushed harder. It slipped
in all of sudden, and he was buried halfway in Jack's hole.

	"Ahhhh! Damn you're big! It hurts." Jack had lowered his head and
his arms as Roger enterred him, and only his narrow hips, and bisected 
cheeks were up in the air.

	"Should I take it out?" Roger asked, hoping and praying to God
Jack would say no, it felt so GOOD! This was better than back at the 
academy, he thought. Without vaseline, it was harder to get it in, but it
felt so much tighter, and hotter!

	"No, just go slow." Jack answered through gritted teeth.

	Rusty and Steve had seperated, each getting on one side of the 
connected pair, to get an unobstructed view, and had settled on their
knees, rapidly stroking themselves.

	Roger pushed further, sinking more of himself into the hot mouth
of his best friend's ass. He stopped for a moment when he hit bottom, the
entire length of his dick smothered in heat, and tight flesh, his balls 
pressed firmly against Jack's balls, Jack's parted buns nestled in the 
crook of his hips. He pulled out a little, maybe an inch, and pushed back
in again, making Jack groan with pain/pleasure. He continued, each time
pulling back a little farther, and thrusting forward a little harder,
until he was pulling almost completely out, then pounding back down into
Jack. 

	His bottom finally loosened by the combination of Roger's
pistoning rod, some of his own rectal fluids, and the banana-peel oil,
Jack raised himself up on his arms again. Choosing to begin with the more
shy of the pair, he called out.

	"Steve, come here, let me suck you."

	He wasn't sure at first, but after watching him and Roger doing 
all this, Steve wasn't gonna back down and look like a baby. He got up
and moved over to kneel in front of Jack.

	Jack looked up at the four-inch prick presented to his face. He 
wrapped one hand around it, feeling the heat being put out by it. He 
licked slowly at it, lightly, and heard Steve gasp with pleasure at the 
feeling. Holding it up, he ran his tounge down it, and swiped around the
sack holding the two tiny marbles, tasting Steve's body. He could feel 
Steve shudder, and could hear him breathing raggedly in and out. Jack 
closed his eyes, remembering his brother, and the day he had learned to 
do this...

	***

	He had turned eight that summer. He had gotten a bike, a football,
a soccer ball, and a nintendo for his birthday. His dad gave excellent
presents, probably to make up for not being there most of the time. His
mom worked as a secretary in some office downtown, while his dad traveled
the country, trying to sell insurance. During the summer he was usually
at a babysitter's house, but this summer, his mom had decided his brother
Jason was old enough to watch him. 

	Jason was twelve. Not at all happy to have the care of his baby
brother, he ignored Jack mostly. He and his friends spent most of the 
summer locked in Jason's room, looking at porno mags, and what skin flicks
they could get their hands on. Jack could never get them to open the door
and let him in.

	Then one day, Randy, one of Jason's friends let Jack in. They had
been smoking, Jack saw. His nose wrinkled. Whatever they had been smoking,
it wasn't the same cigarretes their mom smoked.

	"What'd ya let him in here for?" Jason asked, sitting up on his 
bed, and glaring alternately at Jack, who was looking down, and shuffling
his feet nervously, and Randy, who was grinning nastily.

	"He wants to play with the big boys, Jace. Didn't you just say how
you wished you could get your hands on a piece of ass? Well, here it is."
he grinned at his friend.

	"Dude, I'm not fag. I'm not gonna fuck my little brother."

	"Why not? A hole's a hole. Besides, who's he gonna tell? He's 
_your_ brother. You can get him to keep his mouth shut, can't you?"

	Randy had sat down on the bed, and pulled Jack into his lap. He 
unbuttoned the waistband of the tiny shorts, and Jack covered his crotch
with his tiny hands.

	"No!" the little voice cried out.

	Randy had only laughed, held both Jack's hands in one of his, and
slipped the other inside the small pair of underwear, fondling the tiny
penis and balls. 

	"Like that? Feel good?"

	He was scared, but it did feel good. And he did want them to let
him be with them. He nodded his head. Randy pushed the small boy off his
lap, onto the bed, and knelt on the floor. He slowly pulled the red 
shorts off, revealing Jack's 'Transformers' printed briefs. His tiny 
hard-on had tented them up in the front, and Randy smiled. Wasting no
time, he pulled the cotton covering off of Jack, and let the 'Transformers
fall to the floor. He pushed the tiny shoulders, and laid Jack down flat
on the bed, with his little legs hanging over the edge. Jack's eyes
followed Randy's hands as the pre-teen undid his jeans, and pushed them
down. The tiny blue eyes locked on the bulge in Randy's blue boxers. Randy
hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband, and drew his boxers down his 
legs, exposing his rapidly hardening cock. Jack's eyes widened. He had
never seen a pee-pee so big! Not even Jason's was that big when they used
to take baths together.

	Randy grasped his cock in his right hand and leaning forward, ran
it along the baby-smooth legs spread before him. Jack's little body felt
fever-warm to the touch as Randy lay full-length on top of him, his dick 
resting between the two creamy white thighs. Randy lifted his hips, and 
using his hand, pushed his dick through the little thighs, and thrust
forward until he felt the tiny sack resting on the shaft of his cock, and
the hot little buns rubbing against the head of his pole. Jack's little
prick was sticking in him, rubbing through the light crop of new pubic
hair around the base of his dick.

	Randy had moved slowly, feeling the silky-smooth flesh rub all 
along his cock, exciting him more and more. The feelings had only 
intensified when he turned the little boy over, and leg-fucked him from 
the back, his hips pressing down on the plump little mounds, the tiny
sack and penis rubbing against his on each in and out stroke.

	He had eventually cummed, shooting his yellowish spunk all over 
the small boy's backside. Jason had also joined in by the time it was 
over for the day, pumping his twelve-year-old cock between his little
brother's legs. Jason wasn't physically able to shoot sperm at the time
of that first episode, but by the end of the summer, was dumping his load
down his little brother's throat, or tight little ass. Both boys had 
eventually spread the little cheeks, and invaded Jack's small hole. Many
times over, by summer's end. Some of Jason's other friends also sampled
the small boy's body. Each friend of Jason's would show Jack something
new, then make the little boy perform it on them(if it was something to do
with sucking cock), or would perform it on him (if it was a new position 
to fuck in.)

	***

			Lord Of The Flies
			by Bane, boylover

April 9, 1995
Chapter 4

	Jack slipped Steve's dick into his mouth, swallowing it down his
throat. The sharp intake of breath was the only response Steve made.
Jack relaxed, and let Roger's forceful thrusts push him against Steve,
his nose burying itself in the warm flesh above Steve's cock. He 
strummed his tongue against the shaft like Jason had showed him, and 
listened as Steve moaned in ecstasy, while Rusty looked on, stroking 
himself, and cupping his balls with his other hands.

	Roger's motions became faster and faster, his panting filled the
clearing, accompanied by the wet slurping sounds his dick was making as
he pushed in and pulled out of Jack's ass. He was gonna cum, he could 
feel it. His balls, which had bee slapping up against Jack's, had drawn
up tight against him, and he could feel his leg muscles tense.

	"UHHhhhh.... uuhhhhnn... " he slammed forward a final time,
burying himself to the hilt in Jack's tight hole.

	Jack could feel Roger's dick throbbing deep inside him, pouring
hot cum into his ass. As though a camera had flashed, the image, the 
feelings, the surroundings imprinted themselves in Jack's brain, and he
knew he would remember this the rest of his life. There was a leafy
green smell lofting from the surrounding trees and bushes, almost un-
detectable under the salt tang of the seabreeze which was lightly 
ruffling all their hair -- even Roger's pubic hairs which Jack could
feel tickling his ass cheeks. He could feel the hard presense of Roger's
shaft filling his butt, stretching it wide. And the stiff dick which 
Steve was now actively trying to bury in his mouth, his fingers clenched
in Jack's hair, pulling his sucking lips harder against his cock. The 
sweat dripping of off Roger, onto his back. Roger's hands, clamped
around his waist, to hold him still.

	The sounds of their love-making had ceased and only their
panting breaths were heard for a short time.

	Jack hadn't stopped sucking Steve when Roger came, but Rusty had
stopped jacking himself off when Roger stopped moving. Roger slowly 
pulled out, Jack's ass grasping his dick in a silken glove, despite its
newly-acquired lubrication. There was an audible pop when he pulled the
head out. A narrow rivulet of sperm escaped Jack's hole and ran down his
cheek, to end up dangling from his sack.

	Roger looked over at Rusty.

	"Your turn." he indicated the upraised buns with a nod.

	Swallowing nervously, but determined, Steve moved in behind
Jack, and placed the tip of his dick against Jack's winking orifice. He
put his hands on Jack's hips as he had seen Roger do, and pushed 
forward. At first it seemed as if it would go in, but then slipped, and
ended up running up the crack of Jack's ass. He tried again, while Roger
grinned, and produced the same result: his dick ended up rubbing between
Jack's cheeks.

	"You gotta hold on to it until it goes in, dummy," Roger
instructed, "Like this." and he grasped Rusty's rigid four inches in his
hand, placed the head against Jack's puckered opening, and held it there
as Rusty thrust forward. He let go when he felt the head slip in.

	"Ahhh... Oh man! This feels great!"

	Already loosened up and lubricated, Jack's ass wrapped itself
around Rusty. He slipped in easily, his hot little rod sinking deeper
and deeper into the wet and slippery hole. He pushed in all the way, and
stopped, savoring the feeling of the delicious warmth wrapped around his
dick. Blowjobs had never felt like this, this was unbelievable. It was 
tighter than either his or Steve's hand had ever been, more slippery 
too than their vaseline-slicked hands, or wet tongues had ever been. He
ran his hands down and under Jack's body, finding the enraged and thus 
far un-relieved hard-on. He lay forward, running his hand further back,
over the (to him) large balls until he felt his own nuts, pressed 
tightly against Jack's ass. He leaned back to watch his dick as he 
began humping into and out of Jack. He was stroking Jack's dick when 
Roger pushed his hand out of the way.

	Roger lay on his back, and slid under Jack. Wet, sucking sounds
from under Jack sooned joined the moans of ecstasy coming from Steve,
and the wet slurping sounds Rusty's cock was making as it slid ever 
faster in and out.

	 A strangled cry errupted from Steve, and Jack felt as if his
hair were being pulled out as he was pulled down over the pulsing
little shaft. Several seconds later, a similar cry was issued from the 
furiously thrusting Rusty, who had only held up a few minutes before
experiencing his dry orgasm.

	Both fell back, pulling themselves out of Jack, and sat down,
exhausted from the intense experience. Jack pulled himself up off of 
Roger's mouth. He needed to cum, but he didn't want to waste the chance
being offered by finishing with Roger. He moved over to Steve.

	"Turn over on your stomach." he ordered, his rod pointing almost
straight up.

	"Why?" the boy looked up at him.

	"Because it's my turn, and I don't want a blow job. If you're 
gonna be in my gang, you gotta let me fuck you. You too." he turned to 
Rusty who was looking at him and Roger uncertainly, and a little scared.
"Roger's gonna fuck you, since you're bigger than Steve." He wasn't,
really, Jack saw, but right then Jack wanted Steve, and badly.

	"I don't know." the fear was evident in Steve's voice.

	"If you don't, then you'll be stuck with the babies when I make
my own camp." Jack threatened. "Now turn over."

	He straddled Steve's legs, and after running the banana peel
over his fingers, smeared the oily substance around Steve's puckered 
little mouth. He pushed a finger in gently, feeling the muscles tense up
and try to prevent the intrusion. He massaged gently, rubbing the oil
in, watching as Roger did the same with Rusty. After several minutes, he
could feel that Steve's ass had relaxed, but every time Jack would push
or pull his finger, he would tense up again.

	"Look, if you don't relax, it's gonna hurt. And you might as 
well chill out, cause I'm gonna get in you." 

	His words had an effect, albeit a reluctant one. He felt the 
hot vice unclench around his finger as Steve finally let go. Jack lay 
down on Steve, parting the soft cheeks with one hand and guiding his 
straining prick with the other until it contacted the virgin hole. Jack
looked over and could see that Roger had already enterred Rusty and was
slowly humping up and down, driving deeper and deeper into the younger
boy. Rusty hadn't made much noise, Jack thought, looking at his 
grimacing face.

	Steve had clenched up again when he felt Jack's dick brush 
against his asshole. With a sigh, Jack gently pushed his finger back in
Steve. After several seconds, he relaxed again, and Jack pushed roughly
forward. For an instant both his finger and his dick were inside Steve's
anal ring.

	A muted scream broke the relative silence.

	"It hurts Jack! Take it out! Please, it hurts!" tears poured out
of Steve's eyes as his butt erupted in searing pain.

	"No, wait a minute. Calm down, relax. If you hadn't tensed up,
wouldn't have hurt like this." Jack roughly told the squirming boy under
him. "It's your fault it hurts." He lay in the same position, not moving
while Steve caught his breath, and the pain subsided.

	"O-K?" Jack asked, pushing more of himself into the incredibly
tight little cavity.

	"Owwwh!!  No, it's not O-K, it still hurts." resentment colored
the young voice, "But not as much." he muttered.

	"Rusty, does it hurt?" Jack asked the pinned boy.

	"No, not anymore. But it did at first." Roger was thrusting
steadily, still not moving fast, but getting there as left-over cum, and
fresh pre-cum mixed with the banana oil. As good as fucking Jack had 
been, Roger thought, this was better. It was even tighter, the smaller
buns wrapping themselves more firmly around his cock than Jack's had.
And it was more.... _exciting_ somehow, fucking a boy that had never
done it before. Jack was great and all, but he had already known about
sex, and had already fucked and been fucked, when he and Roger had met
at the academy. It was still fun, but not as exciting as this was.

	"See? Now relax, and stop being a baby."

	Steve moaned as Jack pushed forward again, this time planting
his hips firmly against the tight little ass underneath him, his cock
buried at last in the sweet little virgin hole. He pulled back a little,
and thrust again, ignoring the groans coming from the captive boy. His
concentration narrowed, blocking out the sight of Roger boring into 
Rusty's ass, the grunts of pleasure issuing from the lithe pair of 
sweating boy bodies thrusting against each other. For Rusty was now 
actively participating, pushing his butt back and up against the slick
shaft spearing into him, and groaning from the painful pleaure of being
butt-fucked.

	Jack thrust harder, hearing Steve cry out, but not caring. The 
banana oil was mixing with the fluids present in Steve's colon, making
his tunnel slick, allowing Jack to pump faster, push deeper, harder. He
had never fucked a boy as young as Steve before. All his previous 
escapades had been with boys older, his own age, or at most a year 
younger than he. He had never imagined this... depth of sensation. The
feeling of the small cheeks clenched so tightly over the part of his 
dick that wasn't encased in the moist velvet heat, the little body 
beneath him trembling with reaction-shock as he thrust deeply.

	The wet, slurping sounds were now coming from he and Steve too.
Jack noticed that Steve had stopped complaining, although the face he 
turned back towards Jack was still strained. The feeling was different,
Jack thought. It had never felt this good before, but that wasn't just
it.

	His answer came a second later as what felt like electric shocks
passed through his body, intensifying and concentrating in his dick. He
lay still atop the trembling Steve as he felt his cock throb deep inside
the hot little hole. It felt different though. There had been a moment
of agony, a pinpoint of white-hot pain in his dickhead as his orgasm
struck. Now, as his member pulsed within the confines of the tight
bottom, it felt almost as if he had peed. Jack sat up, pulling himself
slowly out of Steve's ass. The inner walls of flesh seemed to stick to
him, trying to pull him back down into the warm wet cavern. There was a
pop! as he pulled free with Steve looking back at him. Jack grasped
himself, looking closely at his deflating cock. A small globule of 
whitish, almost yellow fluid was wandering its way from his pis-slit
down his shaft. He had cum! Yes!

	"Hey, Roger! I came man! I shot some cum." he waited for a
response, but there was none as Roger and Rusty continued to fuck. Roger
had already cum once, and Jack knew it would take him longer to cum this
time. He walked forward on his knees, and presented his dripping dick to
Steve, who had turned over when Jack pulled out of him. "Suck it."

	He didn't want to, that was clear in his eyes, Jack saw. But he
looked over at Rusty who was still under Roger, humping back as much as
he was getting, and licking his lips, wrapped a hand around Jack's now
mature prick. He licked gently at the head, swirling his tongue gently
around the tip, before scooping up Jack's virgin load and swallowing it
down. He grimaced as the salty taste registered, but didn't attempt to 
pull away. He licked at the head again before slowly taking it into his 
mouth, and gently stroking the half-erect shaft.

	Seeing Steve with his cum on his tongue electrified Jack, and he
began to get hard again. Putting one hand behind Steve's head, he
lightly thrust hip hips forward, pushing further into the wet mouth.
Moving only his hips, he face-fucked the younger boy until he was once
again rock-hard, then stopped.

	"Pull your knees up to your chest." he ordered.

	The younger boy offered no comment or resistance, only did as he
was told, as Roger and Rusty finally stopped moving in order to see what
was going on.

	Jack grasped himself, and positioned his dick against Steve's
now loosened opening. He enterred hard, and slammed himself down against
the pinned body beneath him, accompanied by a grunt of surprise/pain
from Steve. Oh, man! It was even tighter this way, than from behind.
Roger and Rusty had finally seperated from each other, and now Roger was
repositioning Rusty as Jack had Steve. Without a sound he enterred Rusty
and resumed fucking him at a rapid pace. Jack thrust and withdrew, in
and out, push, pull. He was turned on by being able to look Steve in the
eyes as he intruded into the boy's heretofore virgin territory, and by
the  feel of the smaller boy's hard little dick pressed up tightly
against his stomach as he buried himself insided him.

	Roger was moaning again as he steadily pistoned in and out of 
Rusty's tight little rear end. Rusty was panting with pleasure as the
large cock inside him rubbed against his prostate, sending wave after
wave of ecstasy shooting through his young body. At the last minute, 
Roger leaned back on his knees, pulling out of Rusty, and jerked himself
off over the younger boy. The first glob of semen shot out and landed on
Rusty's chest, almost on his left nipple. The second landed on his
stomach, and drained down into his belly-button. The last dropped down
onto Rusty's dick. Milking the last of the cum out onto his hand, Roger
spread it over the boys rigid shaft and balls. He jerked quickly,
several times on Rusty, his slimy hand slipping easily over the hot 
erection, before Rusty spasmed, his cock throbbing in his second orgasm
of the day.

	Hearing Roger cry out as he came, and watching him jack Rusty 
off with his cummy hand, and feeling Steve clench his ass around his 
dick as he thrust was too much for Jack, and he shot his second load
deep into the hot little crevice, collapsing on top of the boy.

	He looked over to see Roger laying half over Rusty, presenting
his own cummy fingers to the younger boy for licking. He levered himself
up on his elbows and looked down at Steve, whose hands he felt moving
along his sides, until they stopped on his butt, each on one of his 
cheeks. With his dick softening again inside of Steve's ass, Jack closed
his eyes for a moment and congratulated himself. They had made a good
start.

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