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Sequel to "Hans & the Jelly." An episode that took place in the camp could intervene between this story and its prequel.
Marcos leaned back against a wetwood tree at the edge of the little swamp and looked down at Lex, who lay on the ground at his feet. "Hey," Marcos said, "you're the only stud I ever saw who could look graceful, just lying there."
"Being lazy takes skill," said Lex. He yawned, then continued: "It's not all that easy, and not..." He yawned again. "You look pretty good, naked like that -- especially the way your spike curves up so the tip's right in front of your belt buckle. Did you get an erection shot, or are you -- ?"
"-- that horny?" Marcos looked down at his shaft. "I got a shot okay, but I feel kinda turned on too." He heard footsteps on the hill above and looked up. "Business already?"
A rangy man loped down the slope and bounced to a stop in front of Marcos. The newcomer's shirt and jacket were already open; he shed both and tossed them aside.
"Sorry I'm late," he panted. He dropped his trousers, stepped out of shoes and trousers, pulled off his socks, and straightened up, naked but for his flight cap. "I was on duty -- on the flight line -- and I just now got relieved."
"Hi, Chip," said Lex, rising to his feet. "Hans said you flew the guys out to get the jelly-stuff and ..."
Chip slid one hand down his torso, flipped his long, stiffening cock, and squeezed his balls."Sure did. Flew 'em back too, except for the four studs the stuff ate. It looked like fun, so --" He touched his cock again. "-- I volunteered to feed it too, and here I am."
Marcos jerked his thumb back over his shoulder, towards the marsh. "Hans put one drop of the stuff on his glans a few minutes ago, and then Steve touched his glans to Hans's. It ate their prongs and balls right away, and now it's eating their legs."
Lex said, "Want one of us to take you there?"
"Sure!"
Marcos said, "Come on, then. He strode into the swamp; Chip, barefooted, picked his way carefully behind him.
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Marcos stepped around a clump of trees and saw Hans and Steven, now hip-deep in a mound of jelly -- jelly that, Marcos knew, was slowly devouring them alive. "Hey, studs: company!"
"Hi, Chip," said the big blond. "You gonna work with Marcos, or --"
"I'm gonna climb in and keep you studs company while we get eaten," said Chip, stroking his long, hard cock. "Hi, Steven."
The dark-haired young Hercules nodded, studied Chip's shaft for a few seconds, then looked up to meet Chip's gaze.
Hans glanced from Chip to Steven and back, then grinned at Marcos. "This guy's flat-out insatiable," he chuckled.
"What the fuck," said Steven, "just 'cause my cock and balls got eaten doesn't mean I can't enjoy working on somebody else's. And getting them eaten is kinda turning me on." He looked up at Chip. "Want to try and make it over here, so we can suck on your spike while it starts eating your feet?"
"Sure thing." Chip measured the distance with his eyes, backed a few paces, then lightly ran forward. He leaped over the advancing edge of jelly; both feet hit the surface between Hans and Steven. They steadied Chip as he sank ankle-deep into the jelly-plasm.
Hans and Steven grinned at each other, and then they both leaned forward and started to nibble: Steven on Chip's glans, Hans at mid-shaft.
Marcos waved, said, "See you later, studs," and strode away.
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When Marcos reached the wetwood tree again, Lex sat up and asked, "Did he ... ?"
"Yeah. Steve and Hans are working on Chip's prong, and the jelly-stuff's eating all three of 'em." He licked his lips thoughtfully. "Steve's hungrier for cock than the jelly is."
Lex grinned back, stroked his own rigid shaft, then -- suddenly frowning -- asked, "How 'bout you? I mean ..."
"After it's taken care of everybody that wants to get eaten quietly?" Marcos rubbed his bare chest, let his hands slide down to grip his belt. "Then I could go back up the hill and try to make it through Eliminations, or I could pull off these boots and just -- just wade in and then watch it take me, a centimeter at a time." He shook his head. "I -- I just dunno." He touched his glans, squeezed his hard shaft. "Did you check out any of the things you studs in the machine shop were building?"
"I helped the guys put together some ball-crushers and cock- pullers -- even tried out a couple -- just part-way, of course -- to see how they felt. But that's too much like work -- I'd be worrying what my balls were doing to the machine instead of enjoying what the machine was doing to me." He grinned slowly. "Be fun, maybe, just letting something like this -- take me. Plenty of time to decide, and before we do --"
"Yeah." Marcos licked his lips carefully. "Uh -- Lex -- before we do -- whatever -- would you let me have a nibble first?"
"Take me off and --" Lex chuckled. "I was just figuring out how to ask you the same thing, guy. Now we can do it together, sucking each other at the same time?"
"Yeah!" Marcos dropped to the ground beside Lex.
"Right now? Or --"
Marcos turned the idea over in his mind for a moment, then shook his head. "Rather be -- sharp when we're guiding the studs and gals into the swamp. But afterwards, when they're all being eaten -- Yeah."
THE END