Copyright (C) 2003 by Felix Lance Falkon; you may save or make paper copies for your own use; do not post, repost, publish, or archive elsewhere without the author's express permission.
Clancy settled his stiff-brimmed, "Smokey Bear" park ranger hat on his head, then stepped out the front door of the island's two-man ranger station. He took a deep breath of the early morning air, let it out with a contented sigh, then shivered as the breeze from the lake brushed his skin.
"Hey, Clancy!" Mike called, "You can't go out like that!"
"Huh?" Clancy looked down at his powerfully muscled body, saw his stiffening shaft, and abruptly realized that -- but for his hat -- he was stark naked. "Oh, yeah." He dashed back into the station, skidding to a stop in front of his partner. "How 'bout you?"
Mike looked down at his own muscular physique, as bare and as hard-cocked as Clancy's. "Ooops." He stepped into his trousers, pulled them up, and tucked in his stiff prong. "Okay now?"
"Ya looked better the other way," said Clancy, "but we gotta go t' work." He pulled his uniform shirt over his broad shoulders and reached for his own trousers.
"It'd sure be fun, going out like that, sure; but explaining it afterwards --"
"Yeah, yeah," said Clancy, cinching black leather around his waist. "Dunno why -- somehow it was like we were supposed t' be like that. How 'bout you?"
Mike said, "Kinda weird; it felt right, somehow, naked and up hard." He shook his head. "Usual rounds 'fore breakfast?"
"Yeah, yeah; let's go." In uniform now, the two park rangers strode from the station building together; at the main road that ran the length of the little island, Clancy was about to turn left when he felt Mike's hand on his shoulder.
"Look," said Mike, pointing to the right. "Some of the guys there on the beach.."
"Yeah?" Clancy looked. "I thought streaking was outa date."
"Maybe it's so out of date it's in again. Besides, they're just lying there, getting a tan, not˙20--"
"Running? Yeah." Clancy saw two -- no, three young men stretched out on the sand, apparently naked. "Want back-up?"
"You go cover the ferry. I'll handle 'em okay." Mike strode toward the naked sun-bathers; Clancy turned away and headed for the ferry slip.
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About half-way to the ferry dock, Clancy saw four men, all naked, all with rigid hardons, coming toward him. They strode past Clancy, deep in conversation, quite oblivious to their nakedness and their erections. Clancy glanced toward the dock; the 8:35 ferry from the mainland had arrived, and and the four naked men had disembarked first.
A pair of teen-agers came next, naked but for Sea Scout caps. Three more youths from the island in full Sea-Scout uniform overtook Clancy and met the two from the ferry.
"Hi, guys," said a teenager from the ferry.
"You two look like you been liftin' weights all winter," said a Scout from the island.
"Well -- some." The other naked teen-ager flexed his arms, sucked in his stomach, and touched his quivering shaft. "How about you guys?"
"Swimmin', mostly," said another uniformed Sea Scout as Clancy stopped to watch.
"I think I got you beat by an inch where it counts," said a third. He pulled off his shirt, stepped out of his trousers, and let his prong snap erect. "Let's match." In a moment, his two companions stripped and all five eagerly compared erections.
Clancy suddenly realized his mouth was open. He closed it slowly, and licked his lips. I should make 'em stop, but . . . He shook his head, then hurried on toward the ferry, and past its naked, disenbarking passengers.
At the dock, he met a tall, muscular teenager in a battered boating cap, T-shirt, cut-offs: Keith, who sold tickets and helped dock the ferry. "Do you know what's going on?" Clancy asked.
Keith smoothed the front of his white T-shirt with both hands. "Nope." He shook his head. "Like that -- all like that when the ferry docked. Not going back any time soon, according to Buck. Told me, tie her up good and tight while he shuts down the engine." He waved at the heavy ropes that secured the ferry to the dock. "He's naked too."
"And -- hard?"
Keith licked his lips, then nodded. "Yeah. Good and hard. Rest of the crew too. Me too. But why --" He licked his lips again. "Didn't ask, and they didn't say."
"Well -- I gotta ask." Clancy took a deep breath. "Want t' come along?"
"Sure." Keith settled his billed cap firmly on his head and followed Clancy aboard the little ferry and into the deckhouse.
Inside, Clancy saw that Keith was right -- they had all stripped: Ivan, closing up the lunch counter; the captain, writing in the log; Buck, the ferry's engineer, lying on his back on a pile of discarded clothing, shaft rigid, powerful thighs spread wide; and Doug, the young deck-hand, kneeling between Buck's thighs and easing his rigid shaft into Buck's butt. Doug glanced back over his right shoulder at Clancy.
"What the -- uh -- what is going on?" asked Clancy.
"Just what it looks like," said the captain, looking up at Clancy from his paperwork, "but I'll be damned if I know what'n Hell's come over this crazy crew of mine -- or why I'm doing it too."
"I don't either," said Buck. "About half-way over from the mainland, everybody aboard started peeling and getting hard-ons. We did too." He glanced up at the young deckhand.
Doug said, "Up t' now, we been busy -- runnin' the boat, servin' breakfast, all that stuff. But now, with me and Buck all done with our work . . ." Doug pulled back, then thrust deeper ito the squirming engineer.
"It's just like he told you," said Buck. "The passengers started stripping, so we did too, whenever we got a chance. Some of the passengers -- they kind of started taking care of each other; but -- like the kid says, we had t' keep the boat going. But now_._._."
"Yeah, yeah," said Clancy. "Kinda weird, all the way 'round." He touched his own chest, felt bare skin under his fingers; he looked down, and realized that he had unbuttoned his shirt. He glanced at Keith; the teenager had pulled off his T- shirt and was stepping out of his shorts, revealing an impressive hard-on of his own. Clancy glanced down, watched himself unbuckle his belt, open his zipper, and drop his trousers, letting his own prong snap erect. He snaked his belt out of his trousers, cinched it around his bare waist. He pinned his badge to his wallet, tucked one end of his wallet between himself and belt, and folded wallet over belt.
"Wanta make it a three-way?" asked Doug. "Soon as I'm all the way into Buck here..."
"Or, if you'd rather, I can take one of you folks," said Ivan, "I'll have this stuff put away in a couple of minutes."
"And I'll pair up with the other," laughed the captain.
"Yeah, yeah," said Clancy, "but I gotta go check in with my partner, Mike." He knelt, worked his trousers past his boots and off, tossed his shirt aside, and turned to Keith. "Want t' stick with me, or would you rather climb on one of these guys?"
Keith grinned, then said, "Both. But I'll stick with you right now. Later -- okay?"
"Yeah." Clancy put his right arm around Keith's wide shoulders. "Let's go."
On the dock, Keith hung up the FERRY NOT RUNNING sign. He and Clancy barracaded the entrance with a couple of saw-horses. Then, side by side, they strode toward the island's biggest beach. A few of the people they met on the path were also naked, but most were still clothed.
Clancy felt moving air touch his chest and shoulders. He took a deep breath; the morning air still smelled damp and cool. "Y' know, somehow it's more comfortable -- being naked like this with almost everybody else still dressed -- than it did when I was in uniform and just the people from the ferry were naked."
"Me too," said Keith. "Getting the ferry tied up and everything... kept me busy. I was just about to strip when you showed up. Now ..."
"Yeah. But why we're doing it_._._."
"Something about being near the water?" asked Keith, pointing at the fishing pier, currently under repair. The carpenters replanking the pier now wore nothing but boots and tool-belts.
"Maybe so," said Clancy. "They're all up and hard, too." He touched his own rigid shaft. "Let's go see if they know any more than we do."
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"Hi, Clancy." The carpenters' foreman, a muscular Swede named Ole, gestured at the pier. "We should have this job wrapped up by noon. After that . . ."
"After that -- what?"
"I -- I dunno. We'll do something. Not sure what. Till then..." He shrugged his broad shoulders. "You're hung pretty good, but the kid with ya, he's got y' beat by -- here, lemme check --" Ole applied a steel tape to Clancy's shaft, then to Keith's. "--˙20by a good inch. See?"
"Yeah? How 'bout yours?"
"We're a close match, length-wise," said Ole, measuring his owh prong, "but you look maybe a half-inch thicker."
Feeling suddenly daring, Clancy touched Ole's prong with his right hand, then cupped the Swede's balls in his left. "Uh nice and -- and heavy. When did you guys -- uh -- strip?"
"Petey carried a bag o' spikes t' the end of the pier, put 'em down, pulled off his jacket, and kept right on peelin'. Rest of us -- everytime someone went out on the pier, he came back buck naked. How 'bout you?"
"Keith and I, we boarded the ferry to see how come all the passengers came ashore naked. The crew's naked too, and -- we just sort of took off our clothes while we were talking."
"We're ready to break for coffee," said the muscular Swede. "Wanta join us? Maybe tear off a quick one..."
"Thanks, but I -- but we're in a hurry," said Clancy, releasing Ole's warm balls. "Gotta see what Mike's up to."
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Mike was standing on the beach, arguing with three well- built youths in their late teens -- Woody, blond and muscular, naked but for sandals; Dennis, naked except for sneakers and a whistle hanging from a cord around his neck -- silver gleaming against sharply defines muscles; and -- Clancy searched his memory for a moment -- Alexander, a sturdy youth with curly black hair, wearing nothing at all. Mike, like Clancy, had stripped to his hat, belt, boots, and badge. All sported impressive hard-ons.
"What's the problem?" asked Clancy, as he and Keith joined the others.
"I asked these studs what in Hell's going on, and all three volunteered to show me. I told 'em one would be plenty, and now they want me to decide who gets to do it."
"Do what?"
"Feed ourselves to the fishes," said Woody.
"Actually, they're eels," said Dennis.
"Lamprey eels," said Alexander. "At least, that's what they look like, and the way they're working on studs' prongs . . ."
"You guys volunteering?" asked Keith. "Me too, then."
"I'm the longest and thickest," said Dennis, "so..."
"Maybe so," Alexander said, "but yours curves up. You'd have to push it down into the water so a lamprey can start eating you. Mine sticks out straight, and I'm almost as well-hung as you are."
Mike said, "I didn't really mean for one of you to feed himself to these critters so the rest of us could watch, but..."
"Why not?" asked blond Woody. "The way people are going in, eventually, we will too." He gestured at the beach.
Clancy saw that everyone already on the beach was naked, and those who wandered onto the beach had either stripped or were shedding their clothes. Some lay on the sand, sunning themselves. Others were sucking each other off or -- like the naked couple a few yards away -- were fucking. As Clancy watched, a young man bent over that couple, spoke to the man on top, then carefully eased his prong into the man's butt. New arrivals paired up with each other or with those already there and were soon sucking rigid shafts or burying their own in ready asses. Now and then, someone would stroll down to the water's edge and wade in.
"Look," growled Mike, "I'm the one who asked the question in the first place, so I oughta be the one."
"Uh -- just how do you plan on -- on doing this?" asked Clancy, feeling his own prong stiffen even more.
"I'll show ya." Before Clancy could stop him, Alexander trotted out along the low pier that stood a few inches above the lake. He lowered himself into the water -- crotch-deep at that point -- so his prong was just below the surface.
Clancy, Mike, Dennis, Keith, and Woody walked out on the pier, then knelt or sat down facing Alexander. After a few minutes, Clancy saw something snake through the clear water. He put one hand on Dennis's shoulder, the other on Mike's as they all watched the thing swam closer -- closer -- until its jawless mouth enveloped Alexander's glans.
"That -- that wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be," Alexander sighed. He looked up at Clancy. "The thing clamped onto my prong, dug its teeth in, and started sucking. You're not going to believe this, but at the same time this fucker's eating me alive, it's turning me on too." He pulled back with his hips, thrust forward again.
Alexander took a deep breath, looked down, and let it out again. "It's sucking harder and grinding into my prong and --" He shuddered, shuddered again. "-- and I can feel myself pumping blood through my prong, feeding myself to the critter, and inside -- inside -- I'm -- just -- about to -- shoot!"
The naked youth went rigid, every muscle straining. As Clancy watched, Alexander sucked in his ripple of abdominal muscle, swelled his chest, tightened his pectorals -- held the pose for a long moment, then relaxed with an utterly satisfied sigh.
"That good?" asked Keith, from the far side of Alexander.
"Almost," said the curly-haired youth. "Almost. Especially since..." He gestured downwards.
Clancy saw a snaky shape approach, then another. He saw them slide under the lamprey that was feeding on Alexander's shaft. Alexander squirmed, squirmed again.
"Are they...˙20?" asked Keith.
"...˙20going after my balls?" Alexander nodded. "They just did. Now they're eating them too. That sure the fuck shouldn't be a turn-on, but -- but it almost is!" He went rigid again, gasped aloud. Clancy saw more lampreys close in as Alexander waded a few paces deeper into the lake.
Clancy shivered at the thought of those lampreys going after his own shaft, then asked, "You still -- okay?"
"Well, sort of. I can't tell if they're going in deep enough to gut me, like they do to fishes, or if they'll just bleed me to death. The new ones are going in pretty deep."
A half-dozen naked sun-bathers in out to join Alexander. As Clancy watched, each one stiffened for a moment, then reported that he'd just shot his load into a lamprey that was eating his prong. By now, Alexander was shoulder-deep in the lake; he raised his right hand, waved, then sank from sight.
"Watching these guys get eaten is making me hungry," said Mike, as he stood up and led Clancy, Keith, Woody, and Dennis back to the beach. "I'll treat you studs to breakfast at the Pavilion."
"You think they'll let us in -- like this?" asked Dennis.
"Only one way to find out," said Clancy. "Let's go."
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The cashier was wearing clothes, but Clancy saw an obvious bulge in the man's tight pants as he waved the group toward a table. The waiter took their order still dressed, but when he brought their breakfast, he was naked and stiff-pronged. He laid out their plates, poured coffee, and announced, "The manager just told us -- breakfast is on the house. We'll stop serving at noon, but we'll leave a big stack of sandwiches on the porch."
"Nice sausages," said Keith, after a couple of mouthfuls.
"The waiter was sporting a nice one too," said Woody, around a mouthful of scrambled eggs.
"Be pretty tough, chewing on him raw," said Keith. "Maybe steam it first?"
"Take too long," said Dennis. "How 'bout running it through a meat grinder and then frying it?"
"A cock-and-ball burger?" Woody chewed for a moment. "Might work. Try and talk him into doing it?"
"What's gotten into you young studs?" Clancy growled. He took a sip of coffee, added more sugar, and stirred.
"Same thing that got us like this," said Keith, patting his bare chest. "Thinking about getting eaten alive by those eel- things kind of -- you know."
"Yeah, I know," said Clancy. He reached down and squeezed his hard shaft; it surged in response. It won't take much to set me off, he told himself as he speared a plump sausage on his plate.
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The the park rangers and teenagers finished breakfast and strolled outside, where Clancy said. "Mike, how 'bout we take the Jeep and see what's happening on the east end of the island. Guys -- you got bicycles?"
The three teenagers nodded.
"You three check on what's happening along the north shore the east end. Grab lunch on the way back. We'll meet at Sunset Beach -- okay?"
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A few hours later, Clancy, his cock still up and hard, still wearing nothing but boots, belt, and his stiff-brimmed Smokey- the-Bear hat, stood on Sunset Beach facing the lake. Mike, just as naked, stood beside him. The Park Service Jeep stood behind them, parked at the end of the road. They watched a dozen naked people straggle past, some laughing and talking, others quiet and serious. All the males sported erections as stiff as Clancy's and Mike's.
"Is that the last of them?" Mike asked.
"Looks like it," said Clancy. "It sure looks like it." He took a long drag on his cigarette. "There's still the kids we asked t' check out the north shore, but they might use one of those beaches, 'stead of meeting us here like we asked them to." He glanced down at his own hard cock, then over at Mike's.
Mike said, "I just don't get it, Don't get it at all."
"Don't worry 'bout it, then." Clancy shrugged his shoulders. "It's been going on ever since ... ever since the ferry came in with everybody on it buck naked ... passengers and crew and all. And when they started going in, then˙20--"
"Yeah. Just like these guys." As the rangers watched, the naked people waded out into the lake. Some started swimming; most stopped hip-deep in water that swirled around them, alive with snaky wrigglings. Clancy saw one young man submerge his stiff shaft, hold it under for a moment, then straighten up with a happy shout, displaying a lamprey eel that had just clamped itself on his glans. As it began eating his shaft, he tensed his muscles, raised his chest, sucked in his stomach, and thrust with his hips. He stood motionless for a moment, obviously pumping his load into the hungry eel. More eels closed in as he waded deeper into the lake.
In a few minutes, the people were gone. The rangers stared at the dark stains spreading through the water.
"But ... why?" sighed Mike. "Do you think it's the chemicals they've been dumping in the lake all these years? Or ... what?"
Clancy pushed his stiff-brimmed hat to the back of his head. "Well ... y'ever hear 'bout lemmings?"
"Things like mice in ... in Sweden or ... or Norway that go swarming and then jump into the ocean? Then how come the eels aren't wiggling out on land, instead of us ... you know ... going in the water, getting sucked off and ... eaten."
"I was talking 'bout people," Clancy said.
"But we're not..."
"Y' ever see one of the mainland beaches on an August weekend? If that don't count as swarming..." Clancy stopped, turned toward the sound of bicycles on the dirt road behind him, and saw three naked, hard-cocked youths rolling to a stop. "Kids made it back," he said.
Keith dismounted and leaned his cycle against a tree at the edge of the beach. "Spooky, real spooky, with everything all closed up and empty," he said.
"Like after season, only -- you know -- more so," said Dennis, leaning his bike against the Jeep. He started to take off the whistle and cord that hung around his neck, hesitated, then carefully centered the whistle on his bare chest. "Spooky part is -- is knowing what happened to everybody."
Woody, blond and muscular, leaned his bicycle against Keith's. "It's what's out there," he growled, nodding at the lake. "Waiting." He stepped out of his sandals. "That's what's spooky."
Clancy took another pull on his cigarette before he carefully shredded it in his fingers. The partners glanced at each other and frowned.
Clancy turned back to the youths and asked, "Well, how 'bout it. Anybody else left on the island?"
"Not now." Keith, naked but for a battered boating cap that he was adjusting to shade his eyes, took a deep breath. "Real complete search."
"And...˙20?" asked Mike.
"Zip. Nada. Zilchville and then some," said Keith. "Just ... us."
Dennis said, "Before Woody went and shut down the power plant, I got on the air again with the radio-phone in the lifeguard office. Not much going on now. All the small craft were off the lake hours ago. The only things still under way are a couple of ore carriers and a Norwegian container ship. You know -- ships that're so big they have to be careful where they tie up. Coast Guard radio op was kidding the Norwegian, asking if -- if lemmings are contagious. You know; furry little rodents that kind of˙20--"
"Yeah, yeah," growled Mike. "Clancy was ... go on."
"Anyway, the captain of the Norwegian -- he got on and said that none of his men ever heard of lemmings being contagious, except to lemmings, at least not in Norway; and if they are here, why doesn't our Coast Guard list them in Hazards to Navigation? Then I got on and asked about going berserk -- like the way the Vikings would tear off all their clothes and go into battle naked. He said that wasn't it either, because just a few guys would go berserk, not a whole ship's crew, and now the guys off- watch are all fucking each other on the hatch covers." Dennis touched his bare chest, let his hand slide down to grip the base of his rigid prong. "The Coast Guard radio ops asked us about the ferry, so Keith went and checked out the mooring lines again.
"Everybody's kind of -- you know -- careful on the air; it's like we didn't want any outsiders to find out what's going on, but if you already know, then you can tell what they're -- what we're talking about. Anyway, like I said, the ships' crews all stripped down and worked up hard-ons, but they're going to stay with their ships till they tie up somewhere safe before they -- you know -- go in swimming. And, since they're all naked and -- and ready, they're having fun with each other." Dennis tugged at his own stiff prong.
"What's going on at the Coast Guard station?" asked Clancy.
"They've been busy too -- ever since last night -- with all the small craft coming in and the big ones asking about places to anchor and everybody on board stripping down and stiffening up. When the Coast Guard boats docked and the station Commander saw that their crews were all naked and had hard-ons, he told the shore party to strip down too. That way, he said, at least they'd all be in the same uniform. Today, 'round noon, they pretty much ran out of stuff to do, with all the shipping off the lake. The Commander detailed a few guys to keep the radio station on the air, got the rest in formation, and marched them down to the lake.
"He went into the water first. After watching the eels start on the Commander's cock, the other Coast Guard guys waded in and began feeding themselves to the eels too. The Coast Guard radio ops -- they said they plan to feed themselves to the eels later, soon as they're sure the big ships are all safely moored."
"Long as there's things t' keep guys busy, they're okay," said Clancy. "But when there's nothing left t' do..."
"Yeah," said Woody. He stared at the lake through mirrored sunglasses for a moment, then turned back to the rangers and ran a finger along his long, hard shaft. "Spookiest part's the way a stud'll just stand there, out there in the lake, watching the eels go to work on him, even shooting his load while they're eating his cock, eating him alive. Like -- like this morning. When the Pavilion staff finished cleaning up after breakfast, they all went in together."
"Making a game of it," Keith said. "Using their cocks for bait, trying to catch the biggest eel, and then measuring the eels that were eating the guys' cocks." He chuckled. "Now horse- hung Dennis here, with a prize-winning prong to feed the eels with, and˙20--" Keith grabbed for Dennis's organs; Dennis jumped back; Keith missed; Dennis almost bumped into Clancy.
Dennis touched his own glans, pushed it down, and let his shaft snap erect again. "I'll -- I'll manage," he said.
Mike asked, "Then ... you want to go in?"
Dennis licked his lips and nodded. "Kind of looks like you're running out of stuff to keep us busy. How about you two guys?" he asked, looking at Clancy and Mike.
Clancy glanced at his partner and met Mike's gaze. Mike shrugged his thick shoulders; Clancy shrugged his.
Mike said, "Come to think of it, there's not much for us to do either."
"Yeah." Clancy touched his stiff cock again. "And with nobody else around..." He started to take off his stiff- brimmed hat, saw Mike still wore his, and settled his own firmly onto his head again. He studied Mike's cock for a moment: it was almost a twin to his own: long and thick. The rangers grinned at each other, then turned to Dennis.
"Kid," Mike growled, "that's a real ... a real spike you got there, for sure."
"That it is," said Clancy, as he admired the youth's long, lusty erection. "It's two inches, maybe two and a half longer than ours, easy. Good and thick, too."
"Uh -- I s'ppose." Dennis looked down. "But it -- it scares 'em off, sometimes."
Clancy put his right arm around the youth's bare shoulders. "Yeah, but when you do sink that fucker, you're in deep." He saw Dennis blush, and tightened his grip on Dennis's shoulders. Mike was on his knees, examining the youth's shaft up close. Clancy grinned down at his partner, then looked up to see what Woody and Keith were doing.
Those two stood a couple of yards away; Woody was saying, "Remember all the action on the beaches this morning, when things got rolling?"
Keith nodded. "Couples hitting the sand for a quick fuck, and the extra guys getting sloppy seconds before they waded into the lake˙20--"
" -- or they'd climb on some fucker's ass for a three-way˙20-- "
"-- and later on," the tall youth said, "with that gang bang behind the oil tanks."
"Oh, so that's why all the guys on the road repair crew were working naked today," said Woody.
"Other way around. Stripped when started work. All ready to go in when they finished the job. So, when Betty-Ann˙20--"
"Yeah." The muscular blond grinned. "Real nympho. Did you... ?"
Keith shook his head. "Too many ahead of me, including the Sea Scouts, who were sucking each other off while they waited in line to fuck her. And even with her servicing three guys at a time -- why?"
Clancy saw Woody stroke his own stiff prong. "How's about a roll in the sand?"
Keith pushed his boating cap to the back of his head and looked down at his own long, thick shaft. "But ... just us?" He scratched his head, pulled his cap down to shade his eyes again. "Well, I suppose. But -- any oil around? Maybe in the Jeep..."
Woody tossed a bottle of sun-tan oil into the air, caught it, and held it out for Keith's inspection, who nodded, then quickly smoothed out a patch of sand, lay back on it, and spread his legs wide. Woody knelt between Keith's thighs, oiled his own prong till it glistened, and carefully eased it into Keith's butt.
Clancy watched Woody accelerate his stroke into a hard- driving rhythm; Keith met each impaling stroke with a squirm of his long, lean body. Clancy turned back to Dennis, looked down, and saw Mike taking the youth's shaft into his mouth. Mike sucked for a few seconds, leaned back, and looked up.
"Hope you don't mind, me going first like this," Mike said, "but once I've come ... you know how I am."
"Sure; no problem," said Clancy, watching Dennis's glans disappear into Mike's jaws again, then asked Dennis, "How is he, anyway?"
"He's -- he's real good at it."
"Yeah?" Clancy divided his attention between the two youths fucking on the sand and the fellation right beside him; his own shaft was up and ready.
"Better -- you better slow down," Dennis sighed. "I'm getting there too quick. Lemme cool down a -- a bit."
Mike pulled back, releasing Dennis's prong. He looked up at Clancy, licked his lips, and raised one eyebrow. Clancy hesitated, then nodded slowly, thrusting his hips forward, offering his virility to Mike, who licked his lips again, leaned forward, and took Clancy's shaft.
Lips and tongue closed around Clancy's glans. Suction pulled, pulled harder. "You're right, kid: he's damn good at it."
Dennis nodded. "You guys ever -- practice? "
"Had to be careful, real careful 'round here." Clancy rubbed his bare chest with his left hand, massaging the thick slab of muscle there. "Still -- times when we had the station to ourselves and figured on a quiet night -- no sucking, though; we'd cut loose with a good, hard Marine-style fuck. How 'bout you studs?"
"We -- we have to be careful, too," Dennis said. He grinned. "But every so often, 'specially when we weren't as drunk as we were -- pretending to be, and -- hey, Mike; I'm okay now. Wanta finish me off?"
Then Clancy's shaft was throbbing in the cool breeze as his partner shifted back to Dennis. Clancy looked over at the beach and watched the two youths as they fucked: Woody pumping hard; Keith responding eagerly to every thrust.
Dennis's muscles tightened under Clancy's right arm, which was still around the youth's shoulders. In a moment more, Dennis stiffened, gasped, then slowly relaxed. Mike swallowed hard, then scrambled to his feet as Dennis dropped to his knees and reached for Mike's hard prong.
Clancy watched Dennis lick Mike's glans, then glanced at Woody and Keith. Woody reached his own climax, carefully uncoupled from Keith, then hunched over Keith's erect prong, sucking hard as Keith propped himself up on his elbows to watch.
"Hey, how 'bout doing this round robin?" Clancy asked. "I can do Mike, and then˙20--"
Dennis released Mike's shaft and looked up. "I'd rather suck off both you guys. That way, you can -- do me after I've done Mike and then you. It doesn't take long for me to -- to be ready to shoot again." Mike shrugged his thick shoulders, Clancy nodded, and Dennis engulfed Mike's prong again. In moments, Mike was panting hard.
"Going too fast," Mike gasped. "Do Clancy ... for a min ... will ya?"
Dennis pulled back, said, "Sure," and sucked Clancy's shaft into his mouth.
"Well?" asked Mike, as Dennis nibbled and sucked. "We both worked on your spike now, so... "
"Both. Yeah." Clancy put his left arm around Mike's thick shoulders. "You're real careful, while the kid sucks hard and hungry." Clancy grinned at his partner, then looked down at Dennis again. "Hey, take it easy, will ya? Don't take me off now -- leave some for later."
Dennis reluctantly eased back and off. Clancy's shaft snapped erect in the cool air while the naked youth licked his lips before turning to Mike again.
"Wait a sec," said Clancy. He released his partner's shoulders, turned to face him, and knelt beside Dennis. "Lemme try." Steadying himself with his left hand on Mike's right thigh, Clancy opened wide, leaned forward, and sucked in a mouthful of hot, quivering glans. He closed his lips around Mike's shaft, sucked, sucked again, then let go and sat back on his heels.
"How was he?" asked Dennis.
"He's got lots t' work on there." Clancy swallowed, then said, "Close t' coming, too. Tasted -- it was more the feel of the stuff, rather'n the taste, but real slippery, right at the tip." He licked his lips carefully. "Or did you wanta ask Mike 'bout me?"
"Either." Dennis grinned. "Both, I suppose." He gripped Mike's shaft and guided it into his mouth again.
Mike said, "Kid, you're eager and fast and ... hungry, while Clancy here, he's kind of -- cautious." Mike stood silent for a moment while his prong slid in and out of Dennis's mouth. "Don't have to worry about whether I'll have anything left when Clancy's finished, like I do with you. Ah! I'm coming, hold still!" As Clancy watched, just inches away, Mike thrust his shaft in deep. "Careful -- careful -- now take me!!" Mike froze. Dennis sucked hard, swallowed hard, sucked again, then slowly eased back along the hard, wet prong until it snapped free of his lips.
Clancy stood up, stretched his naked body, and took a deep breath. He felt hungry lips close around his glans, looked down, and watched his shaft slide into Dennis's mouth. He looked up, met Mike's eyes, and asked, "How'd it go?"
"Good, real good." Mike glanced down at his own shaft while he put his right arm around Clancy's shoulders. "But now, I'm still ... you know how fast I usually turn off, afterwards? This time, I'm just as stiff and hard as when Dennis started on me." He gestured at the lake. "Up and ready to feed the ... the fuckers out there, give 'em something to work on for a while." Both rangers looked down again; Clancy saw Mike's shaft twitch, saw a droplet well up from the tip. Mike growled, "I thought the kid sucked me dry, but..."
"Yeah?" Clancy touched Mike's glans, picked up the pearly droplet with his forefinger, and raised it to eye level. The naked ranger studied the drop of semen for a moment -- while Dennis nibbled and sucked on Clancy's own organs -- then put the droplet on his tongue. The stuff was slippery, with just a hint of salty bitterness. "That the only flavor ya got?"
Mike opened his eyes wide, then grinned. "Just wait'll the kid unloads his balls down your throat, stud." He tightened his grip on Clancy's shoulders as both rangers glanced at the two youths on the sand.
Blond Woody was sucking hard, and Keith was squirming under
him. Keith jerked his long body, then slowly relaxed. Woody swallowed hard, sat up licking his lips, and caught his breath for a moment before easing his rigid prong into Keith's hips again.
Mike said, "Hot bunch of studs we got here."
Clancy nodded. "Kids're built real good too, 'specially Woody there. Kid's got good muscles. Wanta try his ass on for size?"
"It's an idea," Mike growled. He tousled Dennis's hair, squeezed Clancy's shoulders again, then strode across the sand to the pair of fucking youths.
Woody looked up without slowing his stroke. "Hey, the real fun's being Lucky Pierre; you want to -- hey!" he yelped, as Mike's hand slid down the muscular blond's back. "Not that way; I don't --"
Keith laughed and locked his thighs around Woody's waist, his arms around the powerfully muscled youth's chest. "No better time to plow this stud's ass than while I hold him down."
"Relax," Mike growled. "Just ... kidding around." He straightened up and stared out across the lake, tilting his hat down to shade his eyes. "It's ... I gotta go keep the fishes busy, give 'em some hot cock to work on for a while."
Clancy saw Mike stroke Woody's blond hair, then reach down to pat Keith on the shoulder. Mike stepped back, then strode around the coupled pair and toward the lake.
Still fucking, Woody and Keith watched Mike wade to the water. Dennis released Clancy's prong, and they also watched Mike as he waded in. Mike stopped hip-deep and looked down at the water swirling around his organs. Clancy saw his partner stiffen, muscles tensing, then slowly turn to face the shore.
"Catch anything yet?" Keith asked.
"Cock works real good as ... live bait," Mike growled. "Got a big one already, working on the end." He slid one hand under his stiff prong and raised the tip above the surface, displaying a big lamprey that had clamped itself on his glans. Mike stroked the eel; it squirmed lazily -- almost catlike -- as it fed on the ranger's virility. "It's sucking hard, and it's got sharper teeth than Dennis, and I can feel it grinding meat off the end of my shaft." He scowled down at the water. "That's ... that one's okay; but another one grabbed my balls ... both at once ... and that feels like they're in a fucking meat grinder. A hungry fucking meat grinder, too." He looked up and met Clancy's worried gaze. "Just the two of 'em eating me, so far."
Woody slowed his stroke and raised his head. "That's funny -- no, that's what's bound to happen, after all that live meat walked into the lake to get eaten, ever since... "
"Maybe getting filled up?" Keith suggested. He wriggled his lean hips as Woody's shaft slid in again. "Taking cocks first -- for the taste, maybe?"
"Maybe," said Clancy. "But they're bloodsuckers, really, so that's where you'd 'spect them t' start ... eating."
Dennis said, "On the radio, the County Fire Department was borrowing a couple of pickups from the station -- I mean, the Coast Guard radio ops were telling us what's going down -- what's happening on the mainland, at least around the station."
"It started last night with boats coming in with everyone on board stripped down and up hard. The fishing fleet came with all hands naked; and when they unloaded their catch at the packing plant, the workers there peeled and worked the rest of the night naked. Guys at the boatyard -- they stripped too, couple hours before the shore party at the Coast Guard station did. Maybe being down on that little peninsula, with the lake all around them..."
"That, or else because they're seeing all the naked, stiff- cocked studs coming in off the boats," said Woody. The muscular blond took a deep breath, looked down at Keith, and gradually accelerated his stroke."
"Maybe it's both," said Dennis. "Some stuff got started earlier -- stripping down and -- and hard-ons -- and using 'em -- but going into the lake, feeding the eels -- that was later on.
"One of the radio ops and a couple of his mates went into town last night -- station Commander told 'em to find out what was happening there. The whole station had already peeled down, so those three went wearing just white sailor hats and work boots and hard-ons. Down along the waterfront, almost everybody else was naked by then -- and up hard; guys that had just come off shift from the packing plant, guys that had been out on the water, and anybody that wandered down there -- they'd stripped and stiffened up too."
"But up on Main Street, he said -- I mean, the radio op said -- only about one person in ten were naked, but the ones wearing clothes didn't do anything to -- to hassle the ones who'd already stripped. Places that wouldn't let ya in wearing shorts and a T- shirt -- they still wouldn't; but anybody naked, they'd let right on in. He saw some guys strip down so they could get in one place˙20--"
Clancy said, "But if their spikes weren't boned up..."
"No problem," said Dennis. "Their prongs stiffened up as fast as they peeled, just like -- like ours did. Anyway, the three guys from the station, they tried one of the turf-'n'-surf places, and the maitre d' -- he didn't even wiggle an eyebrow at 'em; just showed 'em a good table right away. Their waiter served their meal naked -- and with a hard-on, just like ours did. And by the time they'd finished, the other waiters had stripped down too.
"Then, out on the street again, they saw lots more people naked; and when the first show at the theater let out, everybody inside came out already stripped. After that, the people waiting to see the second show peeled too, and so did more and more of the guys -- and gals -- that were hanging around."
Clancy asked, "Theater's near the lake?"
"Nope," panted Woody as he fucked harder and faster. "It's what's -- playing there -- Jaws IV -- said they were -- cheering -- the fucking -- sharks!"
Dennis went on: "Early this morning, the night shift closed the plant down and then walked into the lake and watched the eels eating -- eating them. Day shift showed up -- still naked. Brought their families and friends along -- naked -- and they all fed themselves to the eels too. Guys that'd been downtown or -- you know -- fucking each other in that little park by the point -- they waded in, just -- they'd just watch the eels start eating them. By that time, people were coming in from the rest of town. The Fire Department started using their trucks to bring people down to the lake, so they wouldn't use their cars.
"The firemen borrowed a couple of pickups from the Coast Guard station, along with a couple of naked, hard-cocked Coast Guard drivers. The firemen decided they oughta strip too. Then police that were keeping traffic moving -- they stripped too, so they were wearing just˙20--"
"Black-leather belts and boots, bare skins -- and hard-ons?" Clancy laughed. "Must of looked pretty wild."
"That's what the radio ops said," said Dennis. "The police were still wearing their belts and boots when they fed themselves to the eels later on, and the firemen were naked 'cept for their helmets. But anyway, with that many people from town going in,..."
"Eels must be getting stuffed," Mike growled, rubbing his powerfully muscled chest.
"Or else the eels all headed towards town," Clancy suggested.
Mike shrugged his thick shoulders. "I could go in deeper..."
Woody said, "It might be more fun to stay there and let 'em finish castrating you first."
Mike shrugged his shoulders again. "It might -- what the fuck, I'll try it. See how many times I can shoot while they're eating my prong."
Warmth enveloped Clancy's shaft again. He looked down. Dennis was sucking hungrily, lips and tongue working from Clancy's glans to his hilt and on back again. Deep inside, pressure rose toward an eruption. He looked up, saw that Woody was rigid, every muscle straining, while under him, Keith squirmed and wriggled, impaled on the sturdy blond's prong. After a moment, Clancy looked at the lake again; Mike still stood hip- deep in the lake.
"How's it going, Mike?" Clancy called.
"The one underneath's ground up both of my balls, and the other one's eaten about half of my cock so far. After that..."
Keith yelled, "Hey, wait!" Clancy looked; Woody had pulled out his own shaft and was bending over the tall youth's prong again.
Woody said, "But it's my turn to do you, and˙20--"
Keith sat up. "Twice, right up my ass. Your turn now. Okay?"
"Stud," said the muscular blond, "it's not whose turn it is, it's a matter of who's gonna fit into what. And as big as that prong of yours is, and as tight as my ass is; I mean, something's gonna rip loose in there, and˙20--"
"And what? Just -- fuck! All of us -- just eel-bait, now. So˙20--"
"Yeah, yeah," Woody growled, "but by the time˙20--"
"Twice, rammed it to my ass, and now, all of a fucking sudden˙20--"
"Hey! Come on, guys !" Dennis yelled, leaving Clancy's prong to quiver in the cool air. "Can't you guys work this out -- I gotta finish Clancy off, and -- okay, Keith, lie back down on the sand -- yeah, now relax -- that's the way. Woody, oil him up -- no, don't jack him off; just get him good and slick. Now..."
Woody, sitting astride the tall youth's thighs, looked back at Dennis and frowned. "It's worth a try, but if it doesn't fit˙20--"
"Yeah," said Dennis. "If. And when it does, you take Keith's spike all the way, slow and easy, with you setting the pace -- just as slow -- or fast -- as you like, just whatever turns you on. Okay? Now, sit on his cock -- slowly now -- take it slow and easy."
Gingerly -- very gingerly -- blond Woody impaled himself on Keith's virile shaft.
"Okay up there?" Keith asked.
Woody squirmed his hips, rose a couple of inches, and settled down again. He sucked in his belly, expanded his chest. "That's a real spike you got there, stud. It's in real deep."
"Good and tight, too," laughed Keith. "Okay. Time to ride me."
Dennis turned back to Clancy's shaft. The ranger watched himself being taken again, then glanced at Woody, who was sliding up and down Keith's prong with an accelerating stroke. After a moment, the blond youth added a little wriggle at the bottom of each stroke; and in a moment more, he started flexing his muscles in body-builder poses as he rode Keith's manhood.
And suddenly, Clancy's organs were erupting, pumping hot juice into hungry Dennis -- pumping on and on, till Clancy was drained. Somewhere during his own orgasm, the naked ranger saw Keith go rigid, saw the tall youth thrust upwards, up into the muscular blond.
"Enough!" gasped Clancy. "That's -- it. I've shot my load. Whee!" Dennis eased back, nibbled Clancy's glans, and released the ranger's still-stiff prong.
"Okay?"
"Fucking A," said Clancy. "B and C, too. That ... was a real ... good one." Dennis stood up; Clancy sank to his knees. "Catch my breath ... my turn ... to take you." Clancy leaned forward, filled his mouth with Dennis's glans, and sucked. He sucked harder, then let another inch of prong slide between his lips. He eased back, sucked forward again, this time letting the throbbing prong touch the back of his mouth. He swallowed hard; Dennis's glans swelled in response. Clancy eased back, sucked forward, in a relaxed, comfortable pace: back and forth, in and out, suck and release and suck again. When Keith and Woody ambled over, he stopped sucking, stood up to shake hands, then watched them wade into the lake. He knelt again, sucked for a dozen strokes, paused again when he felt Dennis's hands on his shoulders.
"They already caught something," said the youth. "Wanta look?"
Still on his knees, Clancy leaned back, twisted, and looked over his shoulder. Keith and Woody stood crotch-deep in the lake, each holding up a lamprey that had clamped itself onto his glans and was eating him alive. Mike watched from a yard away, arms crossed over his well-muscled chest.
"How's it going, guys?" Woody called.
"Clancy here shot a neat load," said Dennis. "And he's getting good at sucking, too."
The ranger felt his face go warm. "Who caught the biggest one with his cock?"
"Mine's got Keith's beat by a couple of inches, easy," Woody shouted happily.
"How about you, Mike?" Clancy asked.
"First one must of gotten filled up; second one's working on what's left of my cock now." He grinned suddenly. "And I'm just about to shoot another load."
"No nutcrackers working on us yet," Keith said, easing his lamprey into the water.
"There's gotta be more around somewhere," said Woody. "But right now˙20--" He stiffened, muscles tight, jerked his hips a few times, then relaxed. "Getting eaten turned me on, all of a sudden."
"Turning me on too," said Keith.
"Did you shoot?" asked Mike.
"Not yet but -- aaah! -- did just now." Woody looked down, then raised his head and grinned. "Still about five inches left, so..."
Clancy turned back to Dennis's shaft and gulped it down again. When -- after several minutes of hard sucking -- he felt Dennis tensing, Clancy eased back off the youth's shaft, looked up, and asked, "Close?",
Dennis nodded. "Take five -- lemme cool off a bit -- then, take me all the way -- okay?"
"Sure." Clancy looked back over his shoulder again; Woody and Keith still stood crotch-deep in the water. "Anything go after your balls yet?" he called.
"Nope," said Woody. "Just working on my cock. Filled one up, got another working on me now." He squirmed, raised his powerfully muscled arms in a lazy yawn, then turned his mirrored sunglasses toward Keith.
"Ahead of you there," Keith laughed. "Got one taking my nuts now, grinding 'em up nice and slow."
Clancy turned back to Dennis and his waiting prong. "The kids make it sound like fun, getting castrated and eaten alive like that." He nudged Dennis's glans with his nose, then licked the warm flesh. "Rather have me chew yours up, 'stead of just sucking?"
Dennis shivered. "Finish -- finish sucking me off first. Afterwards -- we'll see." He grinned. "Right now, I got a load that's almost ready." He put both hands on the ranger's hat and pulled Clancy onto his shaft. "We could try it, I 'spose -- same as letting the eels do it -- but -- Hey! Now I am gonna shoot!!" And shoot he did: Clancy's mouth was suddenly full of slippery, salty sperm. Some was already down his throat; he gulped hard, got the rest down, gagged for a moment, and swallowed hard again. Dennis's shaft jerked and jetted out another spurt; Clancy sucked, swallowed, and got it all down.
"That -- that was real good," Dennis sighed.
Clancy released Dennis's shaft -- still as hard as ever -- and slowly stood up. He tasted and felt the salty, slippery trace of Dennis's ejaculate still in his mouth. He swallowed again and carefully licked his lips. "Uh -- yeah? That was some load you shot to me, kid." Clancy put his right arm around the youth's shoulders; together, they looked at the lake, watching Mike, Keith, and Woody wade father into the lake. They paused, chest deep. Then Keith looked back, closed his eyes, and sank into a swirl of dark water. Woody's blond head slid under a moment later. Mike went under last, leaving his stiff-brimmed park- ranger hat bobbing on the water.
"Three more down. Just the two of us to -- to go," said Dennis quietly. He shivered. "Still want to work on my cock with your teeth, like you said?"
"Just kidding -- I think. Or maybe we could do each other, me eating your cock while you eat mine."
"I hope you're kidding, but if you're not, it might be more fun if we cook our balls and cocks first, and then eat each other. But -- ever do a guy, sixty-nine?"
"Fuck, kid; before this, I never even got sucked off, much less sucked off somebody else. With me, it was always straight fucking. Sure, I'd take care of Mike if he'd take care of me; but strictly Marine style -- I'd plug his ass and then let him plug mine." He tightened his grip on the youth's shoulders. "Was I that bad, taking you off just then?"
Dennis grinned. "You were good. Thing was, you kept getting better, so I kind of figured -- you must still be learning." He glanced down at their shafts, still proudly erect. "And it looks like -- like we're ready for whatever comes next."
"Yeah -- whatever. But the way the fucking eels are slowing down, or headin' in t' the mainland, or whatever they're doing..." He took a deep breath, let it out slowly. "...˙20so, till they come back, or get hungry again -- like you said, whatever. You studs -- you get in much fucking? Each other, I mean, not just... "
"We talked lots more'n we actually -- you know." Dennis stroked his long, hard shaft. "Too many up-tight guys 'round to do anything in the dorm, but -- couple times a week, a few of us'd help Woody shut down the power plant for the night." Dennis licked his lips. "Surprising how drunk you can get on half a can of beer when -- you know. Sucking, mostly, till Woody got a couple of guys from the construction gang that -- like you said -- Marine style."
"Did you... ?"
"Sucking, yeah; even got the construction guys t' swap off. But as for fucking -- no way. Keith was as big as anybody was willing to take on, and even then, not everybody was willing to risk getting spitted on that spike of his."
"Ever get fucked?"
Dennis shook his head. "Figured if somebody's not gonna let me get into his ass -- damned if I'd let him fuck mine." He touched Clancy's shaft, then squeezed it firmly. "Whatcha got in mind?"
The naked ranger let his right hand slide down Dennis's back to pat the youth's lean, hard buttocks. "I think I oughta be able t' take that rod of yours, s'long as you went in real slow and easy. Then afterwards..."
"You wanta open me up with yours after I've opened you up with mine? Sure; sounds great. Uh -- right now, or...˙20?"
"We're both still hard, but˙20--" Clancy pushed his stiff- brimmed, uniform cap to the back of his head and scratched the side of his head. "Oughta take the Jeep back to the ranger station anyway, and we got mattresses there, so it'd be˙20--"
"Okay, and we could grab a bite to eat while we're -- you know -- re-charging, down inside -- and maybe later on, I'll show you how to suck, sixty-nine. Hey, let's take a couple of the bikes back with us."
"Yeah -- we got a big island t' keep an eye on, but˙20--"
"Y'ever try bicycling naked, and with a hard on?" Dennis laughed. "It's real wild. C'mon, you gotta try it."
Clancy picked up one of the bicycles; Dennis, another. They stowed the bikes in the back of the Jeep, climbed into the front seat, and rode away.
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