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Title: Collin in CummyLand

   Last Updated: 2/12/18

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   Without further ado...

   Chapter 8 (Boy/Boy)

   The sun burned like an oven overhead but Collin remained pleasantly
cool. The scorched desert sands leeched all moisture from the air but
Collin didn't long for a drink.  Indeed, as he walked through the high sand
dunes along the smooth brick path, he couldn't help but note that the
desert wasn't quite as awful as he was led to believe from school.  Or,
more likely, he thought, this was just another peculiarity of Cummyland.

   A sudden refraction of light caught his eye from just off the path and,
taking a moment to look, Collin spotted a small metal necklace and pendant
half-buried in the sand; it's copper catching the light just right to get
his attention.  He picked up the ornament, dusted it off, and frowned at
the unknown writing.  Shrugging, he placed the necklace around his neck and
continued onward.

   Time past by slowly for the boy and dusk soon began to fall.  Collin
wasn't concerned and expected some respite would appear just around the
dune, as seemed to be the norm here.  He chucked to himself when a grouping
of palm tree's appeared on the horizon a few moments later.  "I guess I'm
getting used to the game," he muttered aloud, pleased that he was seeing
the pattern that was Cummyland.  It was almost like some force was changing
the scene for him and he giggled as he approached the shrubbery.

   A half-dozen palm trees and some assorted plants surrounded a deep clear
spring of shimmering water and Collin remembered the term "oasis" from
school.  A pitched tent was next to the oasis, as was a large wagon filled
with boxes and two seemingly uninterested camels in harnesses who were busy
chewing away at whatever was in their mouths.

   A boy sat on a box outside the tent, staring out into sands well away
from the direction in which Collin was approaching.  He was approximately
Collin's age, tanned a deep golden brown with a large mop of curly black
hair and a light brown robe and turban.  Collin cleared his throat as he
neared and the boy jumped up, spinning to face Collin with a worried look
before beaming a huge grin at the newcomer.  His teeth were perfectly
white.

   "Hello!" the boy said in a slight accent, bowing slightly.  "I am Hazam.
Who approaches my tent?"

   Collin stopped a few feet from the boy, bowed slightly, and responded as
formally as he could, "I am Collin.  I...  um...  I'm a visitor to these
lands."

   The boy continued to smile before his eyes spotted the pendant around
Collin's neck and he gave a squeal in delight.  Jumping forward while he
babbled in a foreign tongue, he grasped the necklace and peered close to it
before looking up to Collin's face.  "This.  You found it in the desert? 
You found it out there?"

   "Yes.  Why...Oomph," he grunted as the boy embraced him in an exultant
hug.  "Wonderful friend Collin!  You have spared me a whipping from my
father!  This truly is a ckematza!  Tskini wam okkuko!  You must share of
my food and accept my hospitality and tent!"

   Night became complete some time later but the boys never noticed.  For
hours, they sat in front of Hazam's fire pit, enjoying the roasting of the
flavorful ketika sticks and becoming fast friends.  Hazam didn't answer
much about Cummyland, despite Collin's gentle prodding, but he did talk
about his life as the son of a prominent merchant and how he had lost the
a'kalsoom pendant earlier that day.  Collin gladly gave it back and
answered Hazam's questions about his own life and his adventures in
Cummyland.

   "Yes, boys and girls from your land sometimes end up here in ours.  They
journey.  They seek.  I have never met one but for you so I cannot say what
the others are like.  I have heard stories though.  Many stories." He
refused to speak more on the subject and Collin was beginning to suspect
that one of the "rules" of Cummyland was that outsiders were not entitled
to know much about it.  He shrugged.

   Soon, the fire died low and the boys entered Hazam's tent, closing the
flap after lighting a small oil lamp in the corner.  The ground was covered
in a thick rug with many pillows and Hazam, not one for modesty, quickly
slipped out of all his clothing and lay down on the sleeping pallet.  "Too
warm at night for clothing.  No blankets.  Sleep naked and uncovered or you
will not sleep good."

   Collin stripped, his boyhood giving a twitch as he watched Hazam's eyes
linger on his own pale body.  His own eyes were scanning the nude youth in
front of him, the boy's tan hairless skin glowing like copper in the
candlelight.  As he lay down beside the boy, he realized they both had
erections...

   "Friend Collin," Hazam said huskily as he rolled onto his side and
stared into Collin's eyes.  Collin mirrored the boy, their noses almost
touching.

   "Yes?" Collin asked, with just as much lust in his voice.

   "I fear I will not sleep unless I take care of my manly urges.  Do
you... Do you wish to take care of our urges together?" Hazam licked his
lips.

   Collin responded by sliding forward and meeting Hazam's lips with his
own, both boy's groaning as their tongues found each other and wrestled for
dominance.  Soon, the boy's themselves were wrestling around on the floor,
rolling and caressing and sliding and grunting as their bodies intertwined.
The licked each other's necks and nipples.  They stroked each other's
hard-ons.  Their fingers danced along their partners flesh as sweat coated
their bodies and the smell of sex filled the tent.

   At one point, they found themselves in a sixty-nine and engulfed each
other's boycocks at almost the same moment, moaning as they bobbed lustily
over their partner's tool.  Shifting position slightly, each boy grasped
the other's butt-cheeks, spreading the flesh wide before lapping at the
puckered hole in front of them.  Rimming each other furiously, their idle
hands soon found each other's straining cocks and began to pump them in
time with their darting thrusting tongues.

   "UGGHHHH AHHHH AUGGHHHH!!!" grunted Collin a moment later when Hazam's
mouth latched onto his cock and two fingers snaked their way up his
twitching asshole.  He followed the other boy's lead, then, shoving two of
his own fingers into Hazam's pliant backside before sucking the boy's
member deep into his mouth.

   They lasted only a few moments longer, tongues and mouths working horny
cocks while fingers rapidly fucked eager holes.  Squealing at the same
time, both boys began to spill their seed into their lover's waiting mouth
and they each swallowed frantically, orgasm nearly overcoming them but
their own wills refusing to let them spill the precious milk of the other.

   They collapsed in an exhausted tangle and, wrapping their arms around
each other, fell into a deep contented sleep.

   The next morning, Collin assisted Hazam with breaking down the camp and
getting his wagon in order.  They made smalltalk, trying to avoid admitting
that neither really wanted to see the other go.  At last, they stood face
to face, smiling shyly and trying to come up with the right words.



   [StorySplit 8A/8B)

   8A (Continue the Story).

   Sighing, Collin stepped forward and hugged Hazam.  "I...  I have to keep
going."

   "I know, friend Collin, I know.  My journey is across the sands there,"
he pointed in one direction, "and you must follow this path there," he
pointed in another direction.  "Our paths crossed just once but it was a
joyous crossing.  Remember me fondly."

   Collin, biting his lip, swept the beautiful robe off his back and handed
it to the stunned Hazam.  The other boy regained his composure almost
immediately and, before Collin knew it, Hazam's necklace and pendant was
around his neck.

   The two hugged once again and headed out into the desert alone.  Despite
wanting to, neither looked back.

   8B (End the Story).

   "Would you want to..."

   "Do you think..."

   They both stopped, grinning slightly that they had spoken at the same
time.  At Hazam's urging, Collin started again.  "Do you think, maybe, I
could go with you?"

   "Yes," Hazam said immediately, relief and longing flooding his face. 
"My family would welcome you and rejoice.  But what about your journey?"

   Collin pondered the journey ahead of him and all that he'd be giving up
if he went with Hazam; his home, his family, his school.  More importantly,
he really wanted to see the new Call of Duty game and this seemed an
unlikely way to do that.  Still --

   Straightening and making up his mind, Collin nodded and said, "I want to
go with you.  That's my journey.  Please?"

   The boys left the brick path together, holding hands and heading out
into the desert.  Hazam's family did indeed welcome Collin with open arms
and the boys eventually married.  They lived a long time, had many
adventures, and were happy.  Collin never regretted leaving the path.