Date: Tue, 01 Jun 2004 11:01:01 -0400
From: grassofhome and papa bare
Subject: bright sun on hot flesh

The following is the result of a game.  Papa bare and I have e-mailed each
other for a while and started this game. We would send three odd word that
we needed to work into the plot of this story and we would each write a
chapter.  We have no idea where this story will end or how long it will go
but here is the beginning.  This first chapter is from Grassofhome, the same
author of he childhood stories on this same site. Every bit of this is
fiction and all parts are played by actors 18 years old. Etc.  Enjoy.


  Bright sun on hot flesh  Chapter One


     Terry found himself an island unto him self. His father had just ben
indicted for embezzlement of government money and his mother was named as
co-conspirator. They were both considered flight risks. Terry was the middle
of three kids, who were about to be separated, until a permanent home could
be found. He had only one talent, and it hung between his legs. He not only
had a big dick but had the biggest dick in the eighth grade. He was
desperately proud of his talent and shared it every chance he got. At church
camp while other boys scurried back and forth to the bath house and made
sure no girls were looking, he walked slowly with his towel dragging the
sidewwalk that criss-crossed the compound. Once inside his bunk house he
would sit on someone else's bunk and talk about girls feeling himself until
he got hard and then, and only then, got on some underwear.

     But his talent was not going to help him now. Right now he ws sitting
in the fount seat of a white crown victoria station wagon from the mid 90's,
bumping down the longest drive way he had ever seen. The social worker
behind the wheel  was the dikest woman he had ever seen. She didn't really
seem to care what happened to Terry. He felt so stranded. After the 2000th
bump in the road, they arrived at a large house. It was a sprawling range
with two satellites and a pool. The social worker led Terry to a man sitting
on a chair by the above ground pool, who then directed them to the
bunkhouse. Terry noticed the place was crawling with boys. They were all wel
tanned and in swim shorts that came down to their knees. Most were in the
pool. Some were in the treehouse, and others were riding bikes in a circle.

      The woman only stayed long enough to get Terry settled in to a room
and get him acquainted to his surroundings. He got a room with an extra
bunk, with the mattress rolled back and a dresser with four drawers. She
pointed to the two towels on top and said,   "These two are yours."   She
then walked him back out to the pool and introduced Terry to a man in a
wicker chiar with a dark tan, a hawiian shirt and matching shorts and a pair
of flip flops. The man shook his hand and was introduced to the boy,
"Terry Floyd, this is Papa Jack. He will be taking care of you until things
get back to normal for you. Now that could be a while, so make friends."
The social worker then made her exit, leaving Terry behind. As she drove
away, a bell toned and Papa Jack held up a finger and said,   "wait for it".
   Terry  looked around at a mass of boys all silently looking up to the
treehouse. Nearly all the boys were younger than he was and were of every
color and shape. He did spot one darker boy sitting on the far edge of the
pool that looked to be his age. He was not looking at the treehouse, but
directly at Terry. In a few seconds another bell rang but his one was louder
and lower. Papa Jack did not move, he just yelled to the treehouse,   "Do we
have visual confirmation?"   A small naked boy stood out to the edge of the
treehouse roof with a telescope in this hand. He shouted in a high girlish
voice,   "We have visual! All clear!"   with that, the two boys sitting on
the pool deck  in  front of Terry, shucked off their shorts and slapped them
on the deck. They were now butt naked, and placed their hands on each others
dicks and started to kiss. Right in front of Terry, at eye level, not two
feet from his face he was watching two under developed boys giving each
other hand jobs.

     All Terry could do is stare. He felt a hand on his shoulder. It was
Papa Jack. He was naked too, very hairy, and hard. He said to Terry, "Well
now you know why all the boys want to come here. Your social worker tells me
you have a dick as big as Joe's". With that he motions to the darker boy
across the pool. He stands and slowly pulls his shorts down. Terry was in
shock. He was so shocked that he did not feel Papa Jack pull his t-shirt off
of his head and unbutton his jeans as he said, "We need to get you oiled up.
We don't want your ass getting sun burnt on the first day!"  In a flash Joe,
the darker boy that had been looking at Terry, was at Papa Jack's side
taking the bottle of sun block and saying, "I'll do him Papa. You can
watch." Terry glanced around at the orgy going on around him. From his
vantage point the could see sucking and fucking as well as licking and
kissing. One boy of about 12 had a very, very young boy with a shaved head
and a large birth mark on his face on the swing set, fucking him at top
speed and yelling at him to tighten up. Terry now had his shorts and
underwear down around his shoes and had not blinked. He did not fully
realize what was happening until he felt Joe's oiled hand on his now hard
dick. He knew then, what was about to happen. As he came back to reality, he
noticed five boys just circled around watchng him being jacked off by Joe.