Chapter 2

He adjusted his weight and density and found the area he had used before. There was a large rock to sit on, and he even had a view of the river across a couple of valleys below. He was out of his suit in record time. He hated the tight-fitting containment suit he was forced to wear most of the time to ensure he “stayed together.” It was very tight and if certain precautions were not made, showed his feelings and reactions quite openly. And in his solid state, the boy was hung as they said, and as any young man of a certain age, he reacted often. But here at least he could feel the wind and air against his skin and just be himself, Mason Mouran, and not just the agent code named the Wisp.

Sitting on his rock and looking into the blue void of the Northern Kentucky sky, Mason took hold of himself and began a gentle stroke with a twist at the nob of his dick. Spitting into his hand, he continued the motion and closed his eyes. Automatically his thoughts drifted to his bunkmate, Jordie, code named Behemoth. His cock responded immediately to the stimulating thought of Jordie naked beside him. Mason slowed the stroke. He didn’t want to cum too fast. He wanted to enjoy the fantasy a little longer.

Behemoth was so called because he stood an even nine feet tall with shoulders wide enough that the young man had to twist and bend to enter or exit a room. Jordie was handsomely muscled with a hairy chest, arms, legs and the cutest hairy ass Mason had ever seen—not that he had seen many, but he had seen Jordie’s enough to have to become just slightly intangible to cover what would be a raging hard-on for his roommate. The fact that Jordie like to be naked in their suite—he complained that his specially designed wardrobe was still too tight and confining—and his hairy ass was not the only thing Mason tried not to stare at, but a sixteen-inch penis made a nine-foot young man lonely. What woman could handle that?

Mason smiled at the thought and had always wanted to try. Even failure might be fun. But in the two years they shared quarters, Jordie had made all the straight guy noises and was constantly touching himself and jerking off in their suite. It was the most recent session that drove Mason out of The Compound and into the mountains. With his eyes closed, he could see Jordie standing in front of him naked and fully erect and Mason slobbering all over the baseball bat-sized sex organ. Mason’s hand pulled faster on his own eight inches, and he could feel the rush of blood into his cock and his balls pulling back for release.

“Is this where you disappear to?” came the booming voice of Jordan Graff, A.K.A. Behemoth.

Mason’s eyes flew open and standing in front of his naked ass was Behemoth in full battle-suit, and even Mason could see the outline of his gargantuan manhood getting bigger. These containment suits were unforgiving for everyone—or at least the guys.

“How did you get here?”

“I can ‘leap tall buildings in a single bound’ so a couple hills and valleys are no trouble and you were so preoccupied with—eh—business that you wouldn’t have heard an elephant coming up that hill.” Jordie’s grin was enough to deflate Mason’s dick almost immediately.

Jordie’s grin disappeared as he saw Mason’s erection disappear. “Here, let me take care of that.” And in a single and surprising move Jordie’s mouth was taking control of Mason’s dick. Behemoth’s mouth was licking and sucking, and Mason decided to lie back and deal with whatever the consequences were later.

Jordie was moaning and slurping as if thoroughly enjoying himself. Behemoth gay? Bi maybe? When did this happen and why hadn’t this happened in their suite? They sometimes showered together and had snapped towels at each other. So why now?

The sucking brought Mason back to full glory and once again, he could feel his balls pull back for release. Mason mumbled, “I’m going to cum.” A warning to Jordie who continued sucking and taking Mason fully into his mouth and throat all the way to the base of Mason’s cock. Mason realized that Jordie was sucking with his lips close to Mason’s closely trimmed bush when Mason released his full load into Jordie’s mouth.

Mason watched as Jordie swallowed and grinned and then reached down with his tongue to be sure he had missed nothing from Mason’s cock. Jordie, still kneeling in front of Mason looked into his eyes. “I’ve been parading my naked ass in front of you for two fucking years and you’ve been alone in the woods all this time?”

“I thought you were straight for all the gods’ sakes!” Mason sat straight up and returned the attitude as they both smiled at each other with new and profound eyes.