Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Loving Hamster Title: The older boy Part: Book 1, complete Universe: Nolan Saga Summary: A young adult meets his boyhood lover and starts wondering. Keywords: Mm, MM, feet, oral, msolo, Msolo, zoo, best, ScFi Language: English ***************** Do not remove or modify this disclaimer and copyright notice. Please read carefully. THE OLDER BOY (c) by Loving Hamster All rights reserved Distributing, modifying, republishing or reposting this story is not allowed. You must prevent the story from being viewed by a young audience, including any link or reference to the story you may make. Check the themes below to see if this story is legal in your country. You must be 21 years old at least to read this story. Themes: male homosexuality, foot fetishism, zoophilia, bestiality, masturbation. There is explicit sexual content in this chapter. All characters engaged in sexual acts are adults. However, some of them look like teenagers, thus the ScFi code. This is the only science fiction ingredient in the story. Depending on interpretation, the codes MM/Msolo or Mm/msolo apply. Date: April 2015, version 2.5 The story and the characters are fiction. It is EXTREMELY unhealthy and dangerous to have sex with a horse. It can kick and break your bones or bite you or trample you and even kill you. You can catch incurable diseases. You can face prosecution. STORY CODES: Mm, MM, feet, oral, msolo, Msolo, zoo, best, ScFi ****************** Chapter I - Danny and Rob It was a beautiful day, and the beginning of the summer holidays. The sun was warm and gentle, the wind made the twigs shuffle in the trees, and Danny had all the afternoon for himself to roam freely in the neighborhood. This year had not been a pleasant one. Among tricks hormons can play on a young teenager, he had a broader panel than other boys. It started innocently enough. There were nice people in his class. Very... nice. Mostly male. Girls were annoying, scheming, possessive of their boyfriends. They used senseless amounts of make-up and wore uncomfortable, silly shoes. Boys were plain, simple, mostly honest. Many of Danny's classmates were clean too, and they smelled naturally, heavenly good. Danny was madly attracted by that smell. Or was it a smell? It was more than a pleasant smell. This was the mark of some godly power. It was not only a physical signal, but a metaphysical property of individuals that seemed to deserve it: the smart, the athletic, the smiling, the honest were the most gifted. Danny felt the heat of the concrete block invade his body. He was lying there on his back, on the edge of the small city's stadium, under the shade of a small elm. He knew the name of each tree. He was the only one around to know them so good. At home he had a lot of nature books and he had read them all. He could start to be a naturalist walking the world around to collect small treasures such as dried plants, shells, insects and minerals. Or he could grab his camera and begin a huge collection of wildlife photographs. But he would not. He could not think about it. He could not enjoy it. There was only one he wanted. One he desired. He was smart. He was athletic. He was smiling. He was honest. And Danny wanted him. And he was really cute too, he thought. The stadium was deserted, save for two kids playing around their mom on the soccer grass. Here, on the red rubber tracks, they had run together before the holidays: Danny, Christian, Nolan, Owen, Max, Cyril, Jim and and Rob. Owen was the fastest. Always a short pace behind was Gregor, Owen's most trusted friend. Both of them were gorgeous, too, and hardened soccer players. Jim was a big brute, a soccer player too. He was too big, and most of the time smelling of sweat. Rob was not even third to cross the finish most of the time, but anyway. He had this smile of his. He looked always as if he had just combed his well-furnished hair after a bath. Always neat, always cool and fresh. How many miles he ran had no effect on him. His sweat was just pure water. His face was always cool and relax, as if he just awakened from a short nap. Danny closed his eyes. His legs still ached from the hard run he had just endured. This summer training he imposed on himself was really slow to bear fruit. Danny was not a lazy person. He was swimming and riding his bicycle hours a day. But he could not match any of these guys. Not even Rob. Rob never trained. But Rob was just better, just like that. Rob did not wear these tennis or running socks you can find in the sports shops. Despite being nearly fifteen, he had just some kid's funny pictures on them. There were the grey socks with a smiling funny worm, the green ones with a cartoon dog, the yellow socks with red fringes, and the black and grey with the blue sailboats on each side. Danny sat on his elbows. After a grunt or two, he stood up straight. This was painful. He had overstretched himself and was not able to run anymore. He wobbled aimlessly on the running tracks, still dreaming. He imagined himself in front of Rob's cute face, with his long dark hair and blue eyes. He could not imagine himself saying anything about it. This was just wrong. Rob would never go astray for Danny. Rob is straight. Danny was heading home when his cell phone rang. Tonight Max was going to the swimming pool with Nolan and Rob and invited him to come over. Danny did not panick. It was not the first time he went to the swimming pool with these cool guys. Nolan was just the most honest and discrete guy of the whole bunch, always helpful when needed for homework or occasionally sharing his experience on a good video game. Max was an occasional game companion but not really reliable. He often cancelled visits at the last minute or stopped playing a boardgame to rush to the television for his favorite show, letting you down completely. But today Danny felt strange about going to the swimming pool with Rob. or the first time in his life, he realized he was going to be forever a slave of his addiction to this wonderful and mysterious friend, who had just appeared in his life a few months ago. There was no turning back. Tonight he would suffer just looking at him, and it grew worse on each passing day. Robin, could you just know what I feel when I look at you, he thought. Just know. I ask nothing else of you. Just know how I suffer. I know you would not let anyone suffer, I know it in your blue eyes, he thought bitterly. But there were no words to tell such a thing to Rob. ********************************** Chapter II - A disappearance The evening at the swimming pool went uneventful. Danny was just obsessed by Rob but tried his best to act just as normal. But there was no fun. However after an hour or so Nolan went to him. "We need to discuss." he said. By the intonation of his voice, Danny knew he was going to be lectured about his behaviour. But how the hell did Nolan knew about what he was just THINKING? That could not be, unless he had read his thoughts. Nolan took him apart and instructed him to wait for him into the locker room. Danny was scared. He did not dare to change and stayed in his swimming trunks, shivering. When the door finally opened, he was dry from evaporation, except for his hair. Danny's fear turned to terror when he saw Rob entering. He was in his swimming trunks too, and by the look of his dry skin he must have been out of the water for a long time. He was frowning and looked disturbed, as if he had just had a long conversation in which he learned a lot of distressing things. Danny could just stare at Rob's feet. Nolan shortly followed Rob and both were soon sitting close to him. "Nolan told me everything." Rob said. Danny was dumbfounded. He had said nothing to anyone. "You know, this is not gonna work. I'm just trying to date Chloe right now, and I really don't need you to interfere. I mean... I'm just a straight guy, you know, I'm not into feet or other guys or things like that. I just cannot do that." "I didn't ask you anything", said Danny, who felt betrayed and very humiliated. "It's the way you look at me, man. It's very disturbing! People are just beginning to wonder and to talk about it. If this continues, I will be out of play. Chloe will just laugh at me. I'll be finished just because of you!" Rob's voice was cold and merciless. The foundations of Danny's beliefs about him were shaken by a violent earthquake. "Now you take your clothes out of here and go away, you faggot! I will never get naked in front of you again!" Rob continued, angry. Shaking, Danny reached for his clothes. But Rob had not finished. "And THIS..." he said waving his sock around "is not meant to satisfy your fancies or fetish-thing or... whatever! Don't try even to touch them or... just don't look at them! This is just disgusting!" Danny left the locker room, leaving a trail of falling underwear behind him. He was crying and destroyed. His god Rob was gone. He was empty. Nolan followed him to the next door. At that hour of the night the swimming pool was nearly deserted. "I'm sorry" said Nolan. "I'm really sorry." Nolan had picked up the dropped clothes from the tiled ground and gently disposed them on the bench. Danny was angry against Nolan but he had not the strenght to fight. He just ignored him and got hastily dressed. Before he knew it he was out in the fresh air of dusk. In a heartbeat Nolan was out too, still half-naked in his trunks, his back against the main doors, his arms crossed. He seemed unhappy. But Danny did not notice him. If someone saw Nolan at that instant, he would see a boy, about the same age as Danny, with a soft, very pale white skin. His dark brown black hair were thin and elegantly cropped, and parted down in the middle. He had dark eyes of indefinite color, a thin nose and chin. He was thin but not skinny, his body not too muscular but rather light-framed. He looked just delicate. Danny walked straight ahead. He did not go for home, but followed the old rail tracks into the dark. The time passed without counting. The night fell completely, with half a crescent moon. After just more than a mile the old railroad tracks crossed the river over a huge brick viaduct. Nolan followed behind him, silent as a cat and still in his swimming trunks. When he understood where they arrived, Nolan stepped up the pace. Danny went straight to the highest point, where the viaduct crossed the small river hundreds of feet below, among scattered rocks and boulders. After a short hesitation due an instant of intense fear, he stepped into the void. He did not fall. Dumbfounded, he noticed that a firm grip on his back prevented him from splattering his bones on the stones below. "Don -(TM)t." the voice of Nolan said. It took a while for Danny to understand that he was not hanging to a protruding hook, or a nail in the railing. It was Nolan's grip. His strength was incredible. Danny looked back. Nolan was pressed hard against the railing, breathing hard. He was struggling to keep balance. The illusion of an inhumane force disappeared and Danny tried to grab the wall before they both fell to their death. Suddenly the rusted railing failed and broke. Danny dropped ten inches and his clothes scraped against the wall. Nolan cried in pain. Droplets of blood dropped on Danny's face as he climbed his way back to life. With a last grunt of effort, Nolan hoisted Danny to safety with his left hand. While he wiped the blood from his face he saw Nolan's right hand deeply scratched on some rusty remains of the old railing. It was bleeding. Danny quickly removed his T-shirt and rolled it around Nolan's hand to quench the bleeding. "We go to the hospital" he simply added. "Can you walk?" "I have thorns in my feet" Nolan answered meekly. "You want me to remove them?" Danny asked. Nolan nodded. It was dark, but Danny could find most of the bramble thorns by touch and gently remove them. He noticed how soft and sweet the skin was. Danny proposed to give up his shoes, but Nolan proudly declined. -Be careful of the thorns -, Danny instructed Nolan as they headed back to the city. Nolan stumbled once or twice, and Danny took his free hand in his to support him. After a while they were back on firm ground, but Nolan's hand did not leave his. Soon they reached the hospital grounds, Nolan stopped. Danny looked at his face, he was crying. "May I kiss you?" Nolan asked. Danny nodded, and they did it. Danny lost the track of time as he felt dizzy like in a dream, while Nolan was taken away by the doctors. The next day, Nolan was not at school. He was not at home either. He was not at the hospital. He and his father had disappeared (he told one day that her mother had died a long time ago). But Danny found a letter in his mailbox. It was not just a letter, but a masterpiece. The paper was thick and expensive, the writing exquisite calligraphy. "I must leave now. I would like to be with you but I can't. I will be back when you have grown up. I hope you will kiss me again. At least once. You owe me that. I love you." Nolan's disappearance wast just seen as a moving to another house. No one at school did make a fuss about it. No one at school knew what really happened. Only Danny was anxious. Days passed, then weeks. Danny dreamed the last evening with Nolan, the only he ever had, again and again. Why did Nolan betray him? Why did he tell anything to Rob? Or did he? Was he trying to help him? Maybe would he have said nothing, events would have unfolded even worse. Now Rob was gone for good, in his mind too. That was better, he thought. Rob wasn -(TM)t a good guy. Not to him anyway. In just a few minutes Nolan had wiped the illusion away, like a wizard. Weeks became months, and Nolan became history. Months turned to years, and history turned to legend. His legend. During five years Danny began to hallucinate. First he saw Nolan in a triathlon race. But he could not find him back in the crowd. Then Danny began to attend triathlon races regularly, and he even participated. But Nolan could not be found. Then he tried marathon. Then he saw him again. But this was impossible. He just looked too young. He resigned his search, but continued to run marathons and triathlons. Then he saw him a third time, from afar. He could not believe it. Maybe it was the same guy as before, not Nolan but looking the same. But again, he could not find him in the crowd to verify. At 19, Danny had become one of the best marathoniens of the country. He was admitted to university and was respected by all his family and friends. Rob never spoke to him again, and Danny did not miss him. Nolan had not come back, and sometimes Danny could be found crying, holding the mailbox where he found the letter. ************************* Chapter III - A fantasy Km 32 in the Mojave desert. Danny stopped at the next checkpoint and grabbed a last refreshing drink. He was exhausted. The sun was merciless and the temperature above 90 °F. He was about to collapse on a rock and abandon this marathon for good when it happened again. His hearth missed a beat, then started again frantically. He jumped on his feet and started running again. He went fast, forcing his legs to obey. He reached the summit of the slope, where the landscape opened again and offered a broad view of the steppe ahead. This marathon was a cruel one, as the remaining 10 km were laid across a large, barren open land, baking in sun. The road stretched for miles in a straight line, glittering as far as the eye could see. Far, far away in the distance, all could see the outskirts of Las Vegas where the race was supposed to end, and far, far away in the distance, he could imagine the cheerings of the crowd where the winners of the race where already standing on the podium. He had seen him again, but now he could only see a wave of runners. Nolan was lost, again. He climbed on the boulder that marked the highest point on the road, put his hands in front of his mouth like a megaphone and cried after him. He yelled and howled, desperatly, he begged. But there was no one to answer. He was alone. The 19 years old young man cried again, like a little child who had lost his parents in the crowd. After standing for several minutes alone on his rock, and feeling ridiculous, he came back to earth, decided to end this madness and leave the marathon world for good. Just as he started walking away, a voice echoed behind him. Again. "Stop whining, I'm just there." He was there indeed, his back on the rock, but he was not Nolan. He was a competitor too. He had a deep blue jersey with number 256 on it, matched culotte suit, expensive brand running shoes and white running socks. His right leg was folded backwards with his foot against the rock, his arms crossed, and he frowned slightly, just as he wanted to look as bored as possible. But he was LIKE Nolan. The resemblance was striking. The boy who looked like Nolan but who was not him presented his hand. -I'm Nicholas. Nice to meet you. - -I'm Daniel - said Danny, dumbfounded. They shook hands shortly. Nicky had deep blue eyes. So deep... and his face was a bit harder, something faint, like he was frowning all the time. Except for that, he was just like him. Or rather like Nolan was. His dark hair, his smooth skin, his delicate nose and chin. Nicky looked young, as young as Nolan was five years ago. As young as Danny was when Nolan kissed him. -Lets' walk - sait Nicky, -you don't want to make it worse. - Danny followed. He did not dare to ask any question. he did not want to say something wrong. Not now. They headed towards the city, walking among the late runners, as Nicky started to talk. -You had good chances of winning this race. It's too bad you let yourself dehydrated. Would you have drunk one more litre of water at the third check, you would be on the podium right now. - -Uh.... Yes, maybe. - -This is aaaallll wasted - Nicky emphasized. -It will take you at least a month to recover, you forced yourself much too much. - -Oh... I won't ... I don't know. - -You should. You don't plan enough. You don't have a proper trainer. Why don't you have a trainer? - -Because... I did not expect to win any races. That's not.. really the point. - said Danny. -What's the point then? - Nicky's question was inquisitive and unexpected. It took Danny by surprise. Why was he talking to him and walking alongside him, just as if they knew each other. Who's Nicky?? What is he doing ??? Danny wondered. Nicky did not push the question, however, he fell silent, just walking, a bit too fast for Danny's ruined legs. There were only the four of them: Danny, Nicky, the road and the sun. All around the rest of the crowd did not exist anymore. Nicky still frowned. He looked disturbed and anxious. He went even faster. -Not so fast Nicky please.. - Nicky turned around. Still frowning, a quarter of a smile appeared on his mouth. He looked disdainful, amused, anxious and sad at the same time. He was beautiful. -You're so young. - the teenager said to the young man. -You know nothing. What shall we do? - -You.. you know what I'm looking for, don't you?? - Danny dared to say. -Oh yes.... - Nicky looked at the sky. -Do you know... where he is... now.. I mean.. you.. - -Yes, he's my brother... or just like it. - -So you did not finish your race... Just for me... Thank you. - Nicky bought a huge jug of water and shared it with Danny as they walked. Danny cried again like a little child, of joy. Nicky stopped frowning and smiled to him, and the walk to Las Vegas was like a walk to heaven. They did not talk anymore. After a mile or so Nicky convinced a woman to take them in her car for a trip to the city. Nicky sit in the front seat and talked to her all the time just like he was a truck driver himself while Danny was in the backseat watching the crowd in the city streets and wondering when he would see Nolan appear. Finally they arrived at Rainbow Boulevard and went out of the car, after giving warm thanks to the nice woman for the drive. -Is someone waiting for you somewhere today? - asked Nicky. -No, I'm all alone, I just need to attend a lesson at the campus tomorrow. But now maybe I should collect my clothes at the arrival. - -Me too. So you're ready to follow me tonight and see Nolan and ... maybe we have a shower and have dinner have some fun and so on? - he said in a voice so cute. Right now Danny could follow him to the other side of the world. This is a fantasy, he thought. I'm just dreaming. Shall I wake up? Please don't wake me up.... (End of chapter 3) ********************** Chapter IV: A big deal Nicky led Danny to a parking lot where a beautiful red Chrysler Lebaron Sedan 1991 awaited them. "So we're waiting for someone to pick us up." ventured Danny. "Nope." Nicky unveiled a set of car keys from a hidden pocket and unlocked the doors. He invited Danny to sit on the passenger side while he went behing the wheel. Nicky inserted the key in the starter. "Oh no there is no way you can drive this car. You cannot have your driving license already..." protested Danny. "Check in the glove compartment..." Danny openend the glove compartment to find an old yellowed sheet of paper protected by a transparent plastic sleeve. It was some sort of antique permit, written in German, for driving carts in the 18th century, in the area of some unknown german city. "Got it in 1778", said Nicky playfully. "That won't do." replied Danny. "I have my license if there is no one else." "Fair enough. Be careful no to scratch this car. I take good care of it." They exchanged places and Danny seated behind the wheel. A notch was visible on Nicky's pants. He had a terrific hard-on. Immediately, Danny started to have one too. His was much bigger, as he had a full-grown penis. Nicky faked not to see it. But he faked it so bluntly that it was obvious that he wanted to be seen looking. Danny started the beautiful car. Nicky went silent and brooding. Danny insisted on the seat belt. Nicky removed his shoes and put his feet, with the dirty white socks, all wet and shadowy from exertion, well in view behind the windshield. Danny silently gasped. They drove to the finish area where they quickly grabbed their things. Nicky instructed Danny to drive to his hotel. Nicky removed his socks this time. He had beautiful teenager feet, well-battered by the race, all tender and wet and rough-looking. Danny had his eyes fixed on them. He was mesmerized. Nicky stayed barefoot when they descended from the car at the parking lot. Nicky's feet were flat on the cement floor of the garage and would soon become dirty with the heavy dust that the tires would have left on the floor. Danny put a hand on a pillar for support. Nicky grabbed his bag and started towards the rooms area as if it was nothing. Barefoot in the garage. That was the only thing in the world for the mad Danny. Bare, dirty feet of young Nicky walking in the garage. He went dizzy. Danny was tempted to end the madness here and now. He could grab his cock while no one was looking and spread his semen all over the cement floor. But maybe there were hidden security cameras. And that would be very, very bad. It got even worse when they reached Nicky's room. Nicky had rented the room with the intention to take a shower after the marathon because the sanitary installation of the race were crowded and not as comfy. Nicky stripped naked. Seeing Dannny's unease, and before taking his short down, he sat next to him on the bed. "I know how you feel." he said to Danny. "Maybe you want to discuss it with my brother." And he was just there, standing next to the bed. Nolan. After five years. Danny jumped on his feet and embraced his beloved Nolan. They kissed and Danny wept with joy and relief all over his beloved's shirt. "Why did you leave" asked Danny, sobbing softly. "Me and my brother had ... some problems, we had to go away. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..." It is only when Nolan started to undress Danny and himself that Danny noticed. Nolan had not changed. He was just like he was when they kissed the first time. His skin was pale and sweet, his face cute and delicate, and his crotch... just half-big, half small, dissymetric, just wonderful. Danny looked at him in awe. "Me and my brother are much older than you. We just don't look older." Danny sat on the couch. He went dizzy. He heard Nicky under the shower singing a song from the 60's, remembered Nicky take his car's key from his pocket just as he was about to drive it. "You're so young", Nicky had said to him. His mind was racing fast. He jumped to conclusions. "I have only one question at the moment", said Danny solemnly. "I'm listening." "If you are older than me, and I'm 19 years old, then I'm sure to do nothing wrong if we can have sex right now, and I want it very hard." "What do you think I'm undressing for? I'm not having a shower you know." Nolan smiled. Indeed Nolan had not participated in the marathon. He had simple cotton pants and shirt and dry white socks. Danny lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. There was the sound of the shower, the sweet voice of Nicky singing an unknown old song, the sweet caress of Nolan undressing him. Nolan had opened the window and the sweet evening air was caressing his nostrils. Heaven had come to earth. He did not awake and it was not a dream. There was the soft sound of Nolan's clothes gliding off his body. Danny opened his eyes and saw Nolan's very moderate-sized penis dangling between his soft white legs, in front of his misshaped balls, the right hanging and quite big, the left tightly packed in his short scrotum, small and no larger than a little cherry. Danny had seen them before, 5 years before, in the locker room at the swimming pool. And there were exactly the same. But today they were just for him. Danny looked lower and saw Nolan's delicate boy feet on the carpet. They were white and soft and clean but still male and strong and everything gorgeous. Danny's erection protruded from his underpants and a wet precum drop was ejected on his belly. Completely naked, Nolan groped at Danny's T-shirt and made it fly away. SIZE 9 echoed in Danny's mind. Nolan's feet are size 9 (US) and Nicky must be size 8 or 8 1/2 . Danny went so hard that his adult-size penis spurted another precum drop, heavier, with the beginning of true sperm oozing already. "They have no hair on their feet and body. Just a hint above their little cocks" thought Danny. This time and despite all his will, a first shot of sperm landed on his big belly. "Careful!", said Nolan smiling, "we have not begun yet... " "Should I not take a shower?" asked Danny "No", Nolan smiled. "I-wish-you-wet" he emphasized, riding Danny's legs and pulling his running suit down. All the time Nolan's intact penis was just there, at reach. But Danny swallowed hard and tried not to explode at once. Sperm continued to ooze slowly in continuation of his first shot, wiring his erect penis with his navel, while the first shot began to drip slowly down his side. Nolan had finished with the shorts and pulled carefully at his underpants. Danny grinded his teeth, but a second shot landed on his own face. Seeing that the ship was sinking Nolan grabbed Danny's huge hairy penis without notice and aimed it at his own face. Danny ejaculated his full load. Rope after rope of come on Nolan's face and body. "Aaaaahh" cried Danny between bestial grunts. In the meantime, Nolan's thing only started to rise. "This is good, my young stallion. you are wreckless and untamed, just like I want it. I secretly hoped that you would ejaculate in your pants just when you saw me, but maybe you were in shock and this is what delayed you." All of that Nolan said playfully, with a cute childish voice, but it was not innocent at all. "I love you..." said Danny meekly, panting and deeply satisfied. "And now you will attend to ME... ." He stopped a moment to lick Danny's come from his lips. he did it just like a cat washing his face and paws. A few drops remained on his forehead ans neck. "I hope you don't mind keeping your wet dirty socks while we play sex. You like it, don't you? Dirty boy socks. Just like the ones Nicky left in the car. Do you want them?" Nolan asked just as it was something very important. "Yes..." answered Danny meekly. "Yes, I want that Nicky go back to the garage and bring his dirty socks from the marathon to me to sniff them". "This is what you must say now, Danny" said Nolan playfully. "Yes, I want that Nicky go back to the garage and bring his dirty socks from the marathon to me to sniff them". repeated Danny, delighted. "You can go fuck yourself!" said the voice of Nicky from under the shower. "I'm not your errand boy." Nolan grinned to the ears. "It seems that it will be only MY feet and MY socks for you tonight. They're just soft and clean you know, but... anyway.. here they are." Nolan lifted his left leg to put his bare sole plainly in Danny's face. At the same time, he grabbed his small erect penis and started caressing it absently. His hanging ball was balancing in rythm. As promised, Nolan's feet was soft and clean. And size 9. And soooo sweet. After a while Nolan jumped off and searched in his suitcase for some sort kind of projector. He quickly installed it on its tripod and inserted a usb key. He aimed at the white wall in front of the bed and adjusted the image. Then he jumped on the bed and put a foot on Danny's belly. "Let's go under the blanket!" Nolan said. And they did. They cuddled and kissed. "What's on the movies?" asked Danny. "Let's wait for my brother first." Soon Nicky came out all wet from the shower and rubbed himself in a giant towel. He was still wet and fresh with coconut scent. "Now you can take a shower." said Nolan abruptly while Nicky climbed into the bed. Danny found himself gently pushed out of the bed while the two brothers laughed and giggled and cuddled and whispered to each other. Danny quickly showered and soon he was smelling coconut too. Nicky allowed him to use his towel and Danny was delighted to stroke his own body into the wet fabric that had just stroked the naked body of Nicky. The two brothers invited Danny in the huge bed just between them. He was really tired from the marathon. He let himself sink into the soft bed between Nolan and Nicky. Nolan started the movie. Since the blanket raised at a regular pace, Danny noticed that Nolan was still absently stroking his dick. The scene opened in a pasture under a bright sun. There were two slender brownish race horses. The biggest was the stallion. After sniffing the mare's cunt, the stallion came erect in an instant. His penis was two feet and a half long, about two inches thick, mostly pink and a bit dirty at the base. The flare at the end was not large. The mare was brown and white, a bit larger and smaller. Her vulva dilated in expectation and her tail was raised. After a few seconds, the stallion jumped over the mare and started rampaging inside her belly. He thrusted fiercefully once, two, five times. He grunted and whinnied in pleasure, but still he had not finished. He thrusted a sixth time, and the mare had to move forward two paces not to be impaled. The stallion followed on two legs. Then he went still. One could seen the ragged and fast breathing of the mare while the stallion was silently ejaculating inside her. How much he did one would never see. Then the stallion jumped off and his penis was swiftly retracting, dangling and wet. The film ended while the two horses grazed peacefully just as if nothing happened. "Did you enjoy it?" asked Nolan. Danny was just in heaven in the soft bed. He was caressing Nolan. It could have been a Chaplin movie or a documentary about the history of the Congress, he would not have complained. At his other side, Nicky had fallen asleep. "I enjoy everything. " said Danny. "There is a second movie." said Nolan. "Hold on". *** End of chapter IV *** Chapter V: The stallion The sexual relationship with an animal as depicted in this story is pure fiction. Trying to engage in the sexual acts as depicted in this story can lead to severe injury or illness. Nolan pushed a button on the remote control, and another film started. It was quite old, because the colors were too vivid and the image was marred by random noise. It was obviously the digital version of an old film roll from the seventies. It was another prairie under a clear deep blue sky, in the late afternoon. The sky is orange at the horizon and dusk will soon fall. Already a faint crecent of moon is visible. Nolan appears in front of the camera. He wears blue jeans, a white shirt and vintage sneakers. He is radiating joy. Apparently the cameraman has a lot of fun, too. His boyish voice could be heard laughing. It was Nicky's. Danny realized that this fantasy about these old young boys was not a misunderstanding. They were there in that pasture in the 70s, just as they are now, more than forty years later, unchanged, in his bed. From human, his boyfriend and his brother were suddenly promoted to some kind of demigods. Danny had a strange sensation, just as if the world was going upside down, the earth was falling into the sun and the oceans were about to evaporate. The laws of nature were broken. If Nolan had not been his school comrade for months he would have thought that these two were manipulating him into some sort of scam. But Danny had no money, and this would make no sense at all. Nolan sensed Danny's unease and gently squeezed his hand under the sheets. The film continued. 'I do it! said Nolan to the cameraman. I do it and you owe me one month of holiday in California!' 'Not so fast! answered the cameraman. First you must strip naked.... in front of the camera.' The last five words were meant to embarrass and demotivate Nolan. Nolan bit his lip. He came closer to the objective in a slow and deliberate show of bravery. When his face was occupying the whole screen, he started talking to the camera. 'Ok guys and girls. Hem..... you should not look at this, really. This is not .... appropriate. But anyway.... I ... shall...now....strip naked .... in front of you. And ... to be honest, I'm not sure that you deserve it.' 'Stop talking.' interrupted Nicky. 'Do it.' Nolan unbuttoned his shirt and made it fly away. 'Sorry guys, I'm not a woman. No tits for you. Just my sweeeet white skin. Look!' The camera came down and came closer to his boy navel. Then it retreated back to see the whole picture. 'These sneakers I bought on the market last year. Soft and comfortable and... wet.... and.... you know.' Nolan sat on the grass and unlaced his shoes. One could hear the singing of birds... and the sound of a bigger animal grazing nearby. 'Yep!' he concluded, standing up. His white socks were randomly folded in his shoes at his (US size 9) feet, now bare on the dry grass. 'Show your dick.', Nicky instructed from behind the camera. 'Don't be so rude.' answered Nolan. You don't want to shock the audience, do you? 'No dick, no holidays'. Nicky's voice was merciless. 'Dear viewers, I m going to show you my dick and balls. So if you are ready to see the most magnificient picture of your life, hang on. If you are faint-hearted..... then you will probably die, but look anyway.' Nolan unzipped his pants and got rid of his underpants. He tossed them away and stood completely nude in front of the camera. He had a small dick and the same misshaped balls than Danny was now used to see... with nearly no hair. 'Turn over.' instructed Nicky Nolan started singing an old song titled 'Kiss me baby'. He sang solo with his pure boy voice, turning slowly and dancing gracefully. It was a legend about the daughter of an indian tribe who bathed in the lake under the moonlight and who was seduced by the king of the wolves under human disguise. 'Ok said Nicky. Now you do what you said you would do, or bye bye California.' Nolan walked away, his bare ass white as snow following the print of his underwear. In the field of view appeared a white draft horse. It seemed huge even in the distance. Nolan stroked his mane and after a short while the stallion followed him back to the proximity of the camera. The stallion was the biggest horse Danny had ever seen, he had white hairy fringes on his legs and his mane and tail were richly furnished with long silky white fur. He had no saddle or equipment, and was not shod. Between his back legs two big pink balls were shortly hanging, each one the size of a little melon. He was shy and only the tip of his pink penis protruded from his furrow. Nolan whispered something to his ear. 'My buddy is talking to the horses. Hey buddy, what did you say?' teased Nicky. 'I told him I made a stupid bet and that if he finds stupid to do what I should do with him, I would just leave him alone.' 'Trying to find an excuse not to do it... I don't blame you for trying. But horses don't understand humans. So just say that you give up and stop making fun of yourself.' 'I can speak to horses Remember my trip to the Owiwa tribe? They taught me.' 'No they just taught you how to cook beech bark. And it's afwul. But since you pretend that you understand him, what does he say? I presume you're not his favorite kind of mare...' 'How much left on your film roll?' 'Five minutes. Hurry.' 'Just enough.' Nolan whispered something inaudible to the horse's left ear. To the amazement of Nicky, the horse was on his knees in an instant. Nolan climbed on his back. The stallion rose and started to run and was soon galloping around the pasture with naked Nolan on his bare back. After about a minute, he ran towards the camera and reared at the last moment. Nicky fell back in fear and the camera showed the mighty figure of the horse dominating the field, with a powerful neigh echoing 3 miles around, the moon just in the background. Nicky recovered and the camera focused on the big animal's belly. There was a rod 4 feet long hanging towards the camera. The horse's penis. The tip was swollen like a Champagne cork. A dark hole large as a thumb was pulsating, all wet and slimy, just inside a cavity at the end of the -cork - which is a horse flare. This flare is a natural cork preventing the sperm to go out when he fills a mare's belly with hot come. The penis was pink, blobby with black here and there. It was thick as Nolan's thighs, twice the diameter of the race horse's penis from the previous film, and nearly twice as long. 'Fuck... fuck aow...' stammered Nicky, not joking anymore. Nolan dismounted and his genitals appeared right in front of the camera, just next to the stallion's flare. Nolan's hand appeared and he retracted his foreskin. He went hard at 20 ° above the horizontal. 'Nicky, step back just a few paces, you will get wet.' 'Three minutes left...' warned Nicky. The tone was serious, he feared to miss the follow-up. The horse was noisily blaring air through his nostrils from excitement. Nolan started caressing his own dick with his right hand and the horse flare with the left. A squishy sound could be heard when he inserted his fingers into the horse uretra, the hole through which he had made hundreds of mares pregnant. The stallion whinnied like crazy. Nolan grabbed the slimy erect rod with both hands and inserted his three inches dick fully into the dribbling uretra until the wet horse flare bumped against his balls and belly with a squishy sound. Nicky shifted to the side and walked two paces back to have a broader picture. Nolan fell backwards to lie on the floor, still connected dick-to-dick The horse cock was so long that it was easy. Then Nolan lifted his bare boy feet into the air and started caressing and humping the horse rod with his soles, toes, legs, thighs, arms and hands. While his dick was buried deep into the horse sexual tube, his four members hugged the huge rod all wet with the stallion sexual fluids and waved pleasure into it. Wet gluey sounds emanated from the scene. Only his ass was in contact with the ground. The stallion grunted at a fast pace and whispered and stamped with his front legs. The tip of his cock was a soft balloon heavily impaled on Nolan's body and cock and slowly covering him in precum slime while Nolans leg and feet glided around it. 'You're so beautiful and powerful. Let it go, let it go my love!!' cried Nolan. Behind the horse's powerful excitement sounds, one could hear the ragged breath of the cameraman while he was madly masturbating, struggling to maintain the camera upright. In a deafening neighing, the stallion ejaculated. A first blast of greyish-white goo drenched Nolan's genitals and bounced up to his chest and head. Nolan yelled his joy in a high-pitched voice. The second blast was so long and powerful that it bounced upwards up to Nolan's legs and feet, covering them in dribbling slime. A few drops stained the camera objective, luckily not enough to waste the picture. The powerful neighing of the horse tried to match the deafening yells of Nolan. It could'nt. A third and fourth blast came unabated and Nolan's yell's drowned in the cum that bounced into his mouth and he coughed. The fifth and sixth strokes were slower but no less heavy. They flowed like a river of semen around Nolan's belly and chest. The horse grunted his satisfaction while Nolan coughed and gulped sperm. At each blast, Nolan had felt the uretra firmly gripping his dick before an ocean of goo was crashing into his dick and balls. His biggest ball and been squeezed against his belly by the force of the blasts and he felt a sharp pain in it, that could in no way match his pleasure. The warm sperm flooded onto his belly and face just as if a truck of hot yoghourt had toppled over him. But it was no yoghourt. It was his furry friend's most intimate juice delivered at 38 °C, just for him. While Nicky could be heard coming and ejaculating in his hands behing the camera, the huge member of the horse started to weaken and retract. Nolan's satisfied penis plopped ou of the uretra and a last drizzle of horse cum landed in a loopy picture on his belly. The huge penis of the horse quickly retracted upwards and was soon a floppy but still heavy tube two feet long balancing in the wind. The stallion started grazing and wagging his tail happily just as if nothing happened. Nolan was covered in yellowish-grey sperm on his whole body, with blobs of more white stuff here and there. It was 1 centimeter thick on his belly, torso and face. Around him a pool had formed in which his hands and feet were wading. He coughed and gulped sperm noisily until he could normally breathe again. 'Come, Nicky, come nude and hug me under the moon before we depart for California.' were Nolan's last words in the film. The film ended, sending the characters back to the hotel bedroom 40 years later. 'I just came again.' said Danny At the same time Nolan, still shaking his dick, pulled the sheets back and switched the bedlamp on to show his ejaculation to his boyfriend. 'How old are you?' ventured Danny 'I was born in 1734, and I cradled baby Nicky in my arms when I was six.' answered Nolan after a short hesitation. (end of chaper 5) ********************** Chapter VI: The dentist "Wake up, Danny. Please." Danny felt being shaken. The bed smelled of his beloved. He remembered that he fell asleep happy. He was still in heaven when he woke up. His beloved Nolan was just there, nude, shaking him gently with his soft gentle voice. But his body did not agree of being woken up. "Ugh..." managed Danny. His legs ached and he was sleepy. "It's barely dawn Nolan, mmmmmmmhmfffpfm." Danny said in his pillow. "You must wake up Danny, I need your help, please." Danny was sitting in an instant, his head spinning. there was some alarm in Nolan's voice. Nicky was nowhere in sight, but soon Danny heard a whimpering sound coming from the bathroom. He stood up, with the wall for support, and went naked to the bathroom. Nicky was there, sitting in a corner. His hands were against his left cheek and he cried in pain. He wore fresh underwear and his pants were nearby. He must have been dressing. "Nicky has had a bad toothache for nearly a month now." explained Nolan. I told him he should go to the dentist, but he wouldn't listen. "I can't gooow" moaned Nicky. "He's afraid that they would hunt us again." said Nolan. "Who's hunting you?" "No one right now, but you know.... we have no official identity. We don't exist. We could be taken to an orphanage or expelled from the country if not careful." "Oh.... I see....... But a dentist would not do that." replied Danny. "This is what I told him. But he's stubborn." "I call my own dentist" replied Danny. Just wait here. Danny fetched his bag and retrieved his address list. He went to the lobby... after dressing hastily, but still barefoot on the carpet of the hotel hallways. "Danny is calling a dentist for you." Nolan told Nicky. Hold on. "I know, I'm not sftupfid. But I won't go." There was a silence. Despite the pain, Nicky smiled. "Why do you smile?" asked Nolan. "Did you really shfow him the film.... from the pafture... withf the horsfe??" he mused. Nolan became as red as a tomato. Instinctively, he covered his dick with his hands. It was not long before Danny came back, just enough for Nolan to dress and convince his brother to finish dressing. "So we have an appointment at 8 am, Shelbarne Avenue." "Your dentist is in Las Vegas?" "Yes. Uh.... it may be... expensive without coverage." "Don't worry, we'll pay." Danny drove the red car to the dentist after unsuccessfully trying to calm Nicky's pain with paracetamol. They were in the waiting room 20 minutes in advance. Danny went with him as he looked older and it would be reassuring for the dentist if Nicky was accompanied. Probably he would ask less questions. After a short while, the dentist delivered the saving injection that made Nicky's mouth senseless. He collapsed in the seat, relieved. The rest was a question of patience as the dentist had to desensitize the tooth and give preliminary care. Indeed, Nicky had to go to the hospital to have the tooth removed as soon as possible. Full price was paid in cash coming out of Danny's pocket (but Danny got it from Nolan's) and not many questions asked. But things became more complicated as Nicky thought he could not go to the hospital. But Danny asked the dentist what were the administrative burden of such a visit and the dentist, after asking Danny a few innocent questions about his whereabouts and occupation, seemed to trust him. He phoned to the hospital and made the arrangements for the next day. He also prepared the necessary papers and just gave an administrative form to Nicky to fill in for the next day. He warned them that it would cost 320 $ at the hospital. They drove to their hotel room where Nicky stared at the blank administrative form, his pen in his mouth. "Your teeth are quite peculiar" had noted the dentist. "never seen that before." Nicky stared at the "Name" box and did not know what to write in it. The "Date of birth" box was even worse... "You must go to the campus for your lesson now" told Nolan to Danny. "Oh you know, I have still so many things to tell you and to ask..." "I will tell you something. Sit." Danny obeyed and sat on the bed. "We can take care of ourselves. And I will not disappear again, I promise. But you are still young and .. quite unskilled. You need a university degree to survive and fend for yourself. I mean, I will be always there for you, but you must build your own career. I would not like you not to have no professional occupation. That would be not good for any of us. It will be hard, because I want to be with you in my bed and you too, rather to study these boring courses, but this is the way it must be." "I could study my courses in your bed?" mused Danny, half-joking. But Nolan was too serious. "Why did you disappear?" asked Danny very seriously. "I just told you." "No you didn't." "I just told you, but you would not understand, yet." Nolan accompanied Danny to the bus station. Just before they left, Nicky jumped off his chair and kissed Danny in the neck. "Thank you", he whispered. Here is my number. Nolan had also given his own phone number and the phone of their house. He quickly explained that he and his brother had a house in Montana and he gave him the address. At the bus station, they had to part. "So we come visit you on the campus on the week-end, in three weeks." said Nolan. "This will be long. Soooo long." "Danny, the thing with the horse, I want to do it again with you." "We will, for sure." Danny smiled. During the next three weeks, Nicky phoned him every two days or so to give him advice in his training for the next marathon. He checked to ensure that Danny did the correct exercises and had the correct diet and shoes. Thinking about Nicky in his marathon suit made him hard every time he heard his voice, and he went training outside with images of the previous marathon in mind, when Nicky escorted him to Las Vegas. Nicky told him that he was a winner if he did what he said. Danny's mind was filled with confidence and pride and he spared no effort. He had won his first battle already, when he found Nolan back after staying trustworthy to him all this time. Danny asked him about the hospital, and Nicky told him what it went smoothly. "I'm not in pain anymore. It's gone! And..... I will give you something back, I promise." The next day Danny had a package waiting for him. Inside were... Nicky's dirty socks from the marathon!! With a note: "I don't think the smell will go away soon, enjoy them for the next few weeks while waiting for us." Nolan phoned him every day and asked him questions about his lessons and university stuff. Up to now Danny had taken his studies with a distant and indifferent attitude. His dad and mom had done their best to raise him into adulthood, but now he needed more. Now some exceptional people became his friends and would have to be proud of him. And he would not deceive them. (End of chapter 6 and end of first book).