Phantom of Aurora by John Ellison
Chapter 18

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The Phantom sat in the forest shadows directly across from the door leading to the Petty Officers Mess, trying to recover from what had been a most enjoyable session with Mike. Dear God, thought The Phantom, the guy was a veritable cum factory, hell bent on making up for years of frustration. Mike might have the smallest parts in the province, but he certainly made up for his lack of dick with enthusiasm, and it had taken three orgasms for Mike's thick four-incher to return to anything approaching near normal.

Glancing down at his wrist, looking for his watch, The Phantom frowned. For days he had been missing his watch, searching his bedroom, the galley and locker room to find the damned thing. He took it off only to - suddenly he remembered hurling the timepiece across the shack and cursed mildly. Forgetting the anguish he had felt when he had thrown it, he was relieved to know where it was.

The Phantom glanced up at the barracks, debating whether he should continue his foray. It was very late, he knew. He also knew that tonight would be the last opportunity for him to visit his favourite cadets for the next four days. Tomorrow they would be off to Victoria for the British Columbia Day Parade and would not return until very late on Monday night. A Duty Watch would be left behind, but the Watch consisted of Sea Puppies and General Training Cadets, none of whom The Phantom was interested in.

Chef, recovered from what he called his night of wassail at the wet downs, and feeling penitent, had given The Phantom the weekend off, announcing somewhat grandly that he, together with Randy and Joey, would hold the fort.

The euphoria of last night's wet down and today's meeting with Tyler had long since worn off. The Phantom, rather than sit at home in an empty house feeling sorry for himself, had gone home, showered, changed and returned to visit first Ray, and then Mike.

The Phantom did not know if it had been the general excitement generated by the promotions or the anticipation of getting away from the ship for a long weekend, or perhaps Ray had merely been extraordinarily horny because he had responded with an intensity he had never shown before, so much so that The Phantom had almost succumbed to Ray's stroking hand which, before The Phantom could react, had slid down the front of his jeans and into his boxers.

The Phantom had not been ready for what Ray wanted to do for him and had very quickly moved his hips, managing to extricate his raging erection from Ray's squeezing hand.

After slowly lowering Ray's underpants, The Phantom lip washed him from his nipples down to his ball sac, sucking the boy into near unconsciousness before his lips slowly enveloped Ray's steel-hard erection. With his tongue The Phantom washed Ray's blood-enlarged, purple mushroom, licking rapidly and bringing Ray to a body twitching, jerking orgasm. Ray's orgasm was so powerful and plentiful that The Phantom had trouble swallowing all of Ray's deliciously sweet teenage nectar.

Like most boys after a mind-blowing orgasm, Ray's curving arrowhead of a helmet was so tender and sensitive that he growled and squirmed as The Phantom tried to clean him, his face twisting and contorting as a cyclone of pleasure roared through him. Ray gasped as he felt the pressure building again deep within his groin. As every nerve ending in his body screamed with ecstasy, Ray was once again lost in Nirvana, his erection pulsing and jerking rapidly until his testicles pumped and another massive flood of his sperm flew from his slit.

The Phantom chuckled at the memory of Ray's second orgasm. A far cry from their first session, when Ray had lain there, breathing harshly, never uttering a sound as he soared and exploded from the exquisite pleasure of his very first blowjob.

From the Cooks Barracks, The Phantom had slipped down the well-worn path that separated the barracks blocks from the tree line, and into the Petty Officers Mess where he had knelt beside Mike's bunk.

Under the thin coverlet that covered him, Mike had been naked, lying with his legs spread, and his penis hard against his stomach. When he felt the cotton cloth being slowly drawn down his body Mike had reached down and using just two fingers at the base pushed his erection outward, offering his throbbing organ for serving.

Thinking of Mike's reaction to his ministrations, The Phantom's smile grew wider. If Ray had been intense, Mike had been enthusiastic. He refused to be satisfied with just one orgasm and tonight had been a replay of their first meeting, with Mike determined to exact as much pleasure as he could and demonstrating that while he might have the dick of a gerbil he had the balls and the stamina of a centaur.

Mike's first orgasm had been near volcanic, a body convulsing, bumper crop experience for both of them. As the Phantom lay between his legs, feeling Mike squirm and shudder as his dick was sucked clean, his huge hand had covered the back of The Phantom's head and for a moment The Phantom had thought that Mike might try the frantic face fucking so many guys seemed to want to do. But Mike was a kind and gentle giant who just rubbed the back of The Phantom's head, murmuring softly. After his first shuddering, fantastic orgasm, Mike did not lose his erection. As The Phantom sucked and cleaned him his sap began to rise again and he began to thrust gently in and out of the warm mouth. Within two minutes Mike had produced yet another load of warm, thick, sweet semen.

As far as Mike was concerned his second orgasm was as good, if not better, than the first. He had thrown his head back and groaned as his balls emptied some hidden reservoir of his seed. Whoever was working on him knew how to suck a dick and produced pleasures and feelings that Mike had never dared to believe existed. Mike never wanted those feelings to leave him and when he felt the warmth and wetness leaving his member he begged for more. The wetness remained and his dick remained as rigid as ever although the smoothly curving helmet-shaped glans of his penis was so sensitive that he writhed and shuddered each time the velvet tongue slid slowly across it. Within minutes of his second orgasm, Mike had his third, which left him totally drained and all but overcome with delightful sensuality.

When the boy who had pleasured him leaned forward and kissed him gently, Mike embraced him and he whimpered as the visitor's hand reached down and slowly massaged his glowing corona, still spasming from his ejaculations, slowly pleasuring until finally Mike pulled away, too overcome, the head of his penis too sensitive, for him to continue. Mike felt warm lips on his, a final kiss, and the visitor was gone.

******

Smiling happily The Phantom idly stroked his rock hard penis, willing himself not to go too far. He had not had an orgasm since yesterday morning, when he had masturbated in the shower before going to work, and he knew that when he did, finally, allow himself the ultimate pleasure, which would come much later, after he visited with Tyler and Val, it would be mind-altering and massive.

Thinking of the Chiefs' visit, The Phantom's face grew stony and his penis began to shrink. They had had the courtesy to come and thank him for what he had done. Joey and Randy had proclaimed him their honourary big brother. Sandro had kissed him and Ray had hugged him and had quite definitely given his butt a feel. The Twins had come by after Secure. They had been so impressed with what he had done that they had not copped a feel, even though they had the perfect opportunity to do so when they hugged him. The Phantom considered this was high praise indeed.

Only one person, the only person he wanted to at least hear from, did not approach him in any way. The Gunner, as was his custom, had visited Chef in the galley for their afternoon beer. He had nodded to The Phantom, but said nothing.

He had to know, thought The Phantom. The Gunner knew everything sooner or later. In this case he would know because Chef had dragged the full story out of Ray. If Chef knew the story, it was only a matter of time before he told The Gunner.

There was also the matter of The Gunner kissing Harry. The Phantom's emerald eyes flashed and sparkled at the memory. The Gunner could at least have tried to kiss me, thought The Phantom, quite forgetting that it was he who had rebuffed the man when he came to wet him down.

The Phantom knew that he was exhibiting petty jealousy and cursed himself for it, just as he knew deep down, that there was nothing to the kiss that The Gunner had given Harry. Still he burned with jealousy. That kiss might just have been a guy thing to Harry, but to The Phantom it merely confirmed his belief that he would never be held in The Gunner's arms.

He sat idly watching the thickening clouds roll across the moonlit sky. Although rain was predicted - again - it was in reality a pleasant night, with a soft wind from the east sighing gently through the trees.

Unlike many of the cadets, The Phantom actually loved this place. Not because of its location or the pitiful amenities it offered. He loved this place for the boys, boys who had given him their love and respect, boys who had accepted him as one of their own, without question. He loved this place for the camaraderie and warmth that seemed to be an integral part of the fabric of the place. The cadets' ready acceptance of him as a Chief had confirmed their respect, if not their love, for him, and he was determined not to let them down.

The Phantom sighed deeply. It would all end in a few weeks. The cadets would pack their kit bags and suitcases, board the buses that would take them to Comox Aerodrome, and would be gone. Summer training would be over. The Gunner would pack his bags, close his small apartment, and drive south to Victoria, to resume his duties with the Fleet, gone from The Phantom's life forever.

Not a happy prospect, thought The Phantom. He would be alone again. Well, not entirely alone. There was Sam. But Sam had never been entirely comfortable with what they had done together and the tribal prohibitions were so strong that Sam was not about to disobey them, not when the alternative was expulsion from the Tribe and the only future left to him was drugs, booze, and selling his body on Skid Row in Victoria.

There was also Jeff Jensen. He hadn't been around much all summer, although The Phantom had seen him occasionally, tooling around town in his convertible, usually with some girl parked in the front seat beside him. He had not seen Robbie at all since that day when the boy had rushed into the house for a pee and then offered to suck him off.

Now there, thought The Phantom, is trouble with a capital 'T'. Sooner or later Robbie would proposition the wrong boy and all hell would break loose. As much as he wanted to put the moves on Jeff, The Phantom decided that he was not about to start anything so long as Robbie was in the picture. Robbie caught meant Robbie talking, and if Robbie talked his relationship with his brother would come out. Society - and the law - took a dim view of an 18-year-old boy sucking his 12-year-old brother's dick until his head exploded, unless Jeff had finally succumbed to Robbie's threats or blandishments and was now fucking his brains out.

There was no way for The Phantom to know and he had no intention of trying to find out. Robbie was a piece of work and The Phantom did not trust him. As much as he was tempted to take Jeff up on his offer of a Coke, or something, there would be no late night couplings with Jeff Jensen so long as Robbie was in the picture.

The Phantom looked across to the barracks. Inside were two boys who would welcome him, who would cause no trouble because they wanted what he gave them. Boys, who would, when they left AURORA, take home with them the memories he gave them.

He stood up and began walking to the other end of the barracks block, wondering if, in the middle of a cold winter's night, Val and Tyler would lie in their separate beds, reach down, put their hand between their legs, and remember.

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The Phantom slowly pushed open the door to the Gunroom and walked quietly down the short corridor, passing the Chiefs Mess door. He stopped and listened intently for any sound that was remotely out of the ordinary. He heard nothing but the sound of teenage males sleeping: soft snuffles, a groan, the shuffling of legs under starched sheets. He took in the mingled odours that gave the Gunroom a distinctive flavour: good, strong, soap, musk and body oils, the wonderful aroma of hard-muscled, teenaged males.

The Gunroom was very dark. The rain clouds had covered what little moon there was and no moonlight streamed through the bare windows. He saw that there was no distinctive ruby aura from the emergency lights. Someone had removed the light bulbs from the red-glassed domes that lined the side bulkheads of the Gunroom.

The Phantom peeked carefully around the corner of the Chiefs Mess and saw the Twins, each in his own bunk, curled up with the just the tips of their golden heads showing above the blue-checked counterpanes that covered their wonderful bodies.

Across from where the Twins lay sleeping Thumper lay in relatively solitary splendour. Fred, Two Strokes and Greg were not sleeping in the Mess tonight. Fred was Duty Petty Officer and Two Strokes and Greg were with Kyle and Andy. They had left AURORA shortly after 1600, on their way to Victoria, to finalize the plans for the Corps visit to the capital.

The Phantom took the few short steps back down the dim corridor and opened the door to the Chiefs Mess. Val lay uncovered on top of his bunk. He lay on his back, with his legs spread. He was wearing his trademark tartan boxers and white socks.

Moving slowly into the cabin, The Phantom paused, and then sat on the edge of Val's bunk. He bent down and smelled the musky odour of Val. Under the thin fabric of his underpants Val's genitals were faintly outlined. Using just the tips of his fingers The Phantom traced the outline of Val's soft penis and then slowly drew his fingers across Val's wonderful testicles. He continued his gentle tracing and Val's boxers tented as his rising penis pushed outward toward the fly of his underpants, seeking freedom. A small dollop of clear, sticky liquid oozed from the head of Val's wonderfully curving glans and dampened the fabric of his underpants.

Val, aware of what was happening to him, slipped his hand down the front of his underpants and adjusted his erection so that it lay straight up, flat against his belly, with just the barest hint of his dark crimson helmet showing above the wide elastic waistband of his shorts.

Smiling, The Phantom slowly rubbed the flat of his right hand up and down on the solid outline of Val's dick pressing against the gaudy material of his underpants. With his left hand he fondled and kneaded Val's balls.

With each downward motion of The Phantom's hand the friction of cloth against flesh was so pleasurable that Val began thrusting upward. His engorged helmet, bright red from extreme arousal, slowly rose beyond the top of his boxers. With each rubbing slide of the hand down his engorged and throbbing boner he groaned loudly.

The Phantom took the curving head of Val's cock and perhaps one inch of his thickened shaft into his mouth, sucking softly, his tongue sweeping the precum that gushed from Val's hot crown. All but overcome with lust and anxious to have his whole, desperately throbbing dick in the sucking mouth, Val reached down and frantically pushed his boxers down.

With his tongue The Phantom probed Val's pee slit. He felt it open slightly as Val, his body responding to the wonder that caused him to gasp and groan, stiffened as if a huge jolt of electricity had passed through him. His cock spasmed and an almighty load of his sweet, teen nectar blew into The Phantom's mouth. Val bucked and thrust, each thrust squirting another stream of semen into the waiting mouth.

As Val's orgasm rose and peaked, he clutched the sheets, his mind reeling as wave after wave of excruciating pleasure assaulted him. He continued to convulse until the last, final, drop of his seed oozed from his swollen helmet.

The Phantom pushed his mouth downward, easing every bit of Val's still hard seven inches into his warm moistness, only stopping when his nose became buried in Val's pubic hairs. He began to withdraw, tightening his hold on the velvet smoothness of Val's shaft, his tongue lapping and circling the hot flesh. As he drew his tongue and lips over Val's highly sensitive helmet Val's legs kicked out and his body arched. He let out a long, low moan, his hands ripping at the sheet on which his writhing body lay.

When the warm mouth left him Val lay quietly, his dick continuing to spasm from the after effects of his orgasm. He did not dare move as he heard the sound of soft rubber-soled sneakers shuffle across the deck. Before very long he heard the sounds and knew that Tyler was being pleasured. As he listened to the moans of ecstasy from the other side of the room he slipped his hand down and fisted his wonderfully hard cock.

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Tyler lay on his bunk listening to Val moan and grunt as he laboured noisily toward orgasm. Tyler turned his head slightly, peering into the darkness to watch through hooded eyes as the slim, dark, shadowy form's masked face snuffled and probed Val's crotch.

As Val moaned and groaned his way toward a stupendous ejaculation, Tyler found himself so stimulated that his penis stiffened to form a huge bulge in his white, tight, formfitting briefs, and his testicles ached painfully. He reached down and quickly adjusted his iron-hard erection, feeling the dampness as his briefs absorbed the sticky, clear natural lubricant that pumped spasmodically from the head of his penis as it spasmed and jerked in time with his short, shallow, breaths. He watched as Val's body convulsed and heard Val's long, guttural moan as an awesome orgasm avalanched through his body.

Tyler was almost afraid to breathe as he waited for the dark form to leave Val's jerking body. He lay as quietly as he could with his eyes tightly closed and his huge erection straining against the soaked fabric of his underpants. After what seemed like an eternity he felt the coverlet that shrouded his flushed body being slowly drawn down, the starched cloth stimulating his hardened nipples, and sending a ripple of delight through him as it passed over the underside of his erection.

He felt the warm hand as it began its tentative probing of his bullet-shaped erection and he sucked in his breath sharply as the hand stroked him. When another hand joined the first, kneading and rolling his balls in their tightening sac Tyler spread his legs, giving the massaging hands greater room to explore his leaking, lust-driven erection and then arched his body as warm lips pressed against the thick base of his hardened penis, offering his entire being as the sensual delights he so desperately wanted to feel began to engulf him.

As his mouth and hands sent incredible pulses of ecstasy surging through Tyler's body, The Phantom inhaled the wonderful scent of Tyler, the mixture of musk, sweat and body oils that Tyler's cock and balls secreted, filling his nostrils with the intoxicating odour of a man. While his hands continued to knead and rub Tyler's massive erection and tight balls The Phantom moved his head and began to nuzzle and nip at Tyler's inner thighs, tasting the salty rime of sweat that coated his hairy, warm flesh.

The effect of The Phantom's mouth on his body caused tremors of delight to roll though Tyler, rolling upward from his groin and causing his legs to scissor and twitch as the rippling wonder passed through him.

Leaving Tyler's thighs, The Phantom began to lick and nibble the Master-at-Arms' beautifully circumcised cockhead through the saturated briefs, lapping and sucking up and down the length of Tyler's thick, hot shaft. Tyler raised his hips higher, moaning deliriously as more and more mind-blowing ecstasy rose from deep within his balls and crashed through him. His briefs were so sodden from the precum that seeped from his engorged helmet in an almost never ending stream that the thin cotton material was almost translucent, so much so that even in the dim light The Phantom could see in clearly outlined detail Tyler's tan and pink penis, his darkened and wrinkled testicles, and his coppery pubic patch.

The Phantom, his nostrils filled with Tyler's scent, his mouth exploding with the pleasure of the boy's wonderful taste, took each testicle in turn into his mouth, savouring their sweetness through the drenched cotton of Tyler's briefs.

"Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God," groaned Tyler through clenched teeth. His face contorted, and his muscles tightened as he strove to contain his building orgasm. His eight-inch erection thickened and his reddened helmet strained against the elastic waistband of his briefs, pulsing and jerking as The Phantom's tongue lashed it unmercifully. Tyler placed his hand lightly on the back of The Phantom's head, pressing gently, silently begging for relief from the monumental pressure thickening his dick and causing his balls to slowly retreat into his body.

In response The Phantom sucked the length of Tyler's iron hard penis. His lips found the oozing mushroom, slimy from the precum leaking from the gaping slit of Tyler's spongy hard crown. With his nose pressed tight against Tyler's hard stomach he pushed aside the restraining band of elastic and took the Master-at-Arms' hot, pulsing erection into his mouth. He reached up and hooked his fingers under the waistband of Tyler's briefs, pulling them down.

The Phantom fisted the thick base of Tyler's sticky, hot, magnificence, and his tongue, slick with saliva and Tyler's precum twirled and swirled across and around Tyler's spewing glans, causing the handsome teenager such unimaginable pleasure that he bucked and thrashed, his hands clawing at the bed sheets. From deep within his soul Tyler felt the waves building. With manic thrusts his hips pushed upward, desperate to empty his swollen balls into the deeply sucking mouth.

As the first wave of the most sublime pleasure he had ever experienced crashed and broke, Tyler groaned loudly. His thickened cock head jerked, sending a thick stream of his teen nectar geysering from his throbbing slit. "Ohfuckohfuckohfuck," he moaned loudly as a deluge of hot ambrosia erupted from his spasming cock. He thrust and jerked madly as ever-decreasing jets of semen crashed outward from his gaping slit, his body rigid, every muscle taut, as the stupendous orgasm he was experiencing threatened to send him into unconsciousness.

As the high tide of his ejaculation ebbed from his body, Tyler's muscles relaxed. He panted heavily as The Phantom licked and sucked his softening dick clean, grunting as the moist lips cleansed his super sensitive helmet. As he luxuriated in the wonderful afterglow of an orgasm he never conceived to be possible, Tyler felt warm lips touch his. For the first time he tasted another boy's maleness and he savoured deeply the sweetness of the lips and his own glorious juice.

The lips withdrew and Tyler felt the coverlet being drawn modestly over his naked body. He heard the soft footfalls receding, heard the Mess door open and close softly, and sighed happily.

******

Cory grunted as his eyes snapped open. He had been deep in sleep when a series of soft thumps penetrated his dormant brain. He listened a moment and then sat up. He pressed his ear against the bulkhead, grinning broadly, recognizing the sounds. He got out of bed and quickly shook Todd.

"Wha . . ." asked Todd groggily.

"Toddy, Tyler's getting his rocks off," whispered Cory. "Quick, listen."

Todd was suddenly wide-awake. He sat on Cory's bunk and listened intently. Then he smiled and nodded. "It sure sounds like Tyler's enjoying himself," he said quietly.

"Jesus, listen to him. He must be getting the mother of all blowjobs," Cory agreed.
They continued to listen until they heard Tyler cry out in ecstasy. Todd gestured toward his bed. "Get in bed, quick. It's got to be that phantom guy. When he comes out we'll follow him."

Cory nodded abruptly and dove under the covers of Todd's bed, pulling them over his head, leaving just his eyes and forehead uncovered, barely daring to breathe while he waited for whoever it was in the Chiefs Mess to come out.

They did not have to wait long. Presently they heard the door from the Chiefs Mess open. As they listened they heard soft footsteps enter the Gunroom. Through slitted eyes Cory and Todd saw the dark figure standing at the foot of Thumper's bed.

Whoever he was, he was obviously male, slim and standing just over five-and-a-half feet or so tall. The spectre was dressed all in black and had what looked like a ski mask over his head. With his back to them the Twins could not see anything that would identify the intruder.

As the Twins watched wide-eyed, the figure moved slowly between Fred's bunk and Thumper's, then reached down and pulled back the counterpane, revealing Thumper's sleeping body. Then the dark figure bent down, and buried his face in Thumper's groin.

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Regulating Petty Officer Thomas Matthew Vernon, affectionately known as Thumper, was not a particularly heavy sleeper, and when he felt a warm hand envelop his genitals and ease them through the slit of his boxers, he slowly opened his eyes. He saw only a dark figure, a dark figure whose hand was slowly stroking his penis into hardness.

Thumper was not naive when it came to sex. He was aware that there were ways for boys to give pleasure to other boys, although he had never given another boy the same pleasure he felt when he jacked off, nor had another boy ever given him pleasure. Out of fear Thumper had never taken up the two or three veiled invitations he had received, and while Thumper had been eager to experiment he would not take the chance that the other guy would not talk. Better to use his own hand than to risk being called a faggot.

All fear left Thumper, however, as he felt the hand slowly rubbing his erection. A wave of pleasure rose from his testicles and he arched his body, gasping as the thumb of the hand crossed his tumescent helmet, massaging his hard, smooth crown with his own precum. A jolt of electricity passed through Thumper and he jerked with each pass of the thumb over his steaming mushroom. Jesus, it never felt this good before! It never felt like this when he thumped his pump in the dark of night!

The Phantom lowered his head and drank in Thumper's unique scent, a slightly musty perfume touched with just a hint of the salty odour of stale semen. The Phantom remembered that the other cadets all teased Thumper for his nightly habit of jerking off before going to bed and realized that tonight had been no exception.

Thumper, thought The Phantom with a pleased grin, has a perfectly sized dick.

Thumper had been loosely circumcised and two thin rolls of skin, one pale pink and matching the rosy pink colour of his penis, the other a pale tan, nestled just under the boy's crisply defined glans. His testicles, perfectly shaped ovals, were contained in a soft, low-hanging sac of smooth skin sparsely dusted with thin, short hairs. As The Phantom stroked Thumper's penis lengthened and thickened, forming a wonderfully sleek, perfectly proportioned rod of warm, pulsing flesh. Thumper, The Phantom decided, had a dick meant for sucking slowly and lovingly.

With his right hand The Phantom gripped the base of Thumper's erection. With his left hand he fondled and rolled Thumper's hard balls while his tongue traced the length of Thumper's thick erection, licking the sensitive skin just where the shaft joined the crown. The Phantom slowly drew his tongue over the boy's mushroom, pausing to probe the gaping slit with the tip of his tongue.

For Thumper the powerful waves of pleasure crashing through his quivering body were so extraordinarily wonderful that he lost all sense of space. Every fibre of his being, every nerve ending, seemed to be concentrated in his groin as tsunami after tsunami of exquisite, almost unbearable ecstasy rolled upward and crashed over him. His heart was pounding like a bass drum and when the warm wetness took all of him in, he gasped. He was being given a blowjob - he knew that much - and never wanted the soft sucking motion that caused him to moan and whimper to end.

Try as he might Thumper could not stop the inevitable from happening and he felt the warm tingle of his impending orgasm building and strengthening deep inside him, so overwhelming in its intensity that his head rolled back and his toes curled. Suddenly Thumper could wait no longer and the gates crashed open, sending the first liquid harbinger of a monster load of semen rocketing through his raging dick and exploding from his distended slit.

As his balls pulsed and the first huge blast of his sperm skyrocketed from his dick Thumper, so surprised at the force of his ejaculation and so overcome with feelings that he had never experienced before, sat up and squeaked, "Oh Shit!" Then he flopped back down on his bed and began to furiously fuck The Phantom's face.

The Phantom was so surprised that he lost his mouth lock on Thumper's spewing organ. Thumper's dick was pumping and twitching as he emptied his load in thick, strong jets and while some of his load flew into The Phantom's mouth, much more of it landed on Thumper's chest and stomach as his dick jerked back and forth, a berserk fountain spraying out. The Phantom quickly recovered and fisted Thumper's pulsating cock, drawing Thumper's jerking dick into his mouth and swallowing as much of the boy's ever decreasing load as he could.

Even as his dick began to shrink, his supply of semen finally depleted, Thumper continued to thrust and grunt as the painful pleasure continued. When he was finished cleansing the last drop of Thumper's cum from his still spasming dick, The Phantom hastily threw the coverlet over the still thrusting boy and quickly left the Gunroom, not knowing that two very interested spectators had witnessed Thumper receiving his first blow job.

******

Todd, ignoring the still twitching Thumper, quickly jumped out of his bunk. Cory, who was grinning like an ape, followed suit. They quickly pulled on the shorts and T-shirts that they had dropped on the deck when they first went to bed, and hurried from the Gunroom, snatching up their boat shoes from the sea chests at the foot of their bunks as they passed.

"Holy fuck!" ejaculated Todd as they rushed into the barracks yard full of disbelief. He had seen guys blow their load before, but never with such passion. "Come on, Cory, we have to hurry," he said, grabbing Cory's arm.

"Where are we going?" asked Cory, shaking off his brother. He began hopping first on one foot, then the other, as he pulled on his shoes. He had no desire to go rushing off and leaving his feet bare, not with gravel paths all over the place!

Todd steadied himself by holding onto Cory's shoulder as he pulled on his boat shoes. Then he pointed into the darkness. "After him," he answered firmly. "If we're careful we'll get him and find out who he is."

"But we don't know where he's going!" Cory was not averse to catching the fellow, not after having seen what he had done to Thumper. "And what do we do with him if we do catch him?"

"He's either a cadet and is going to go into one of the barracks, or he's a civilian and he's going off the Spit." Todd hurried his pace. "Hurry up and be quiet!"

As closely as they dared the Twins followed the dark shape as it navigated its way through the shadows, past the Headquarters Building and the first of the cadet barracks. Using the same shadows the Twins watched as the figure left the shelter of the Mess Hall and, ducking low below the level of the causeway, hurried along the beach and up onto Comox Road, where the figure paused, looked hurriedly around, and then rushed across and disappeared into the trees.

"Shit, he's gone into the woods!" swore Cory. "If he's got a car, we're fucked in trying to catch him!"

They stopped on the rise just before the roadway and lay down, waiting, catching their breath. Todd expected to hear the roar of a car's engine, followed by the squeal of tires as the phantom figure fled. When nothing happened he tapped Cory's shoulder and gestured for him to follow across the road. "I'll bet that bastard went into that shack we found," he whispered. "Come on, if he's in there, we've got him."

They slowly entered the woods and walked along the trail leading to the wooden shack where they saw a gleam of light glowing from under the closed door. "He's in there," murmured Todd. "We've got him!"

The Twins approached the shack slowly and carefully, not wanting to make a sound and frighten the person inside into doing something desperate. They stopped before the closed door and Todd pressed his ear against the weathered wood, listening carefully.

"What?" Cory asked.

Todd turned and grinned. "He's in there and he's having a hell of a time. From the sound of it, he's beating off."

"You're kidding!" gasped Cory.

Todd shook his head and slowly opened the door. The pale light cast by the kerosene lamp revealed the supine figure of a boy lying on the bed, furiously masturbating and groaning. It was The Phantom.

"Jesus Christ!" exploded Todd, not believing what he was seeing.

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The Phantom sat up with a jerk and glared at the Twins. He did not know if he should be angry, or afraid. "What . . . what . . . what are you doing here?" he sputtered angrily as he quickly stuffed his softening penis into his jeans and then zipped up.

The Twins entered the shack, closing the door behind them. They stood beside the bed, looking at The Phantom, their hands primly crossed over their crotches. Todd explained, briefly, how they had discovered The Phantom's hideaway.

"We also found your watch," added Cory. "It's on the table beside the lamp."

"That's a good place for it!" snapped The Phantom. "What do you want?" he demanded, his voice knife-edged.

The Twins ignored The Phantom's rudeness. "Well, Phantom, I must say . . ." began Todd.

"We never expected that you would . . ." continued Cory.

The Phantom held up his hand. "Stop the bullshit. Say what you have to say."

The Twins shrugged together, and then sat down on the bed, Cory at the head of it, Todd near the foot. "As we were about to say, Phantom, before we were so rudely interrupted, we never suspected that it was you roaming the countryside in the middle of the night giving blow jobs to all and sundry," said Todd calmly.

"And, from the sound of them, very good blow jobs, indeed," offered Cory.

"I do not give blow jobs to all and sundry," retorted The Phantom hotly. "Just a few guys I happen to think a lot of."

"Who just happen to be the hunkiest guys on board," sniffed Todd.

"Pardon?"

"Tyler and Val, for starters. They are studs of the first water," smiled Cory.

"They're not the only ones," admitted The Phantom. "Most of them were, and are, just plain guys."

"Were? How long has this been going on?" asked Todd, dumfounded that The Phantom could be doing such a thing for so long without anybody knowing about it.

The Phantom's initial apprehension faded in the face of the Twins' light-hearted and nonchalant demeanour. He shrugged expressively. "Two years. I started last year. This year I started the night after the first draft of senior cadets came on board." There was no point in lying or trying to hide. "I don't fuck around with the Makee-Learns or the Sea Puppies. Just the older cadets, the ones who've been around a Dog Watch or more."

Cory rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "So, this was not some knee-jerk reaction to The Gunner being such a prick to you?" he asked.

The Phantom shook his head. "The Gunner had nothing to do with it. And he wasn't a prick to me. The Gunner lied to me. I can't stand a liar."

Cory, like a moth to the flame, gazed at the handsome bulge The Phantom's basket made in the front of his tight, black jeans. He lay beside The Phantom and propped himself on one elbow. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked as he reached out and stroked The Phantom's face.

The Phantom smiled warmly at Cory. "I don't know who I like more, you or Todd."

"Obviously me," proclaimed Todd. "I'm older, smarter, and a much better lover than Cory will ever be."

Cory snorted disdainfully. "Self praise is no recommendation."

"His balls are bigger," snickered The Phantom.

"True," agreed Cory. "But my technique is better."

Todd groaned. "Let's get back to The Gunner. What happened?"

The Phantom's eyes clouded as he told the Twins what had happened. He closed his eyes, remembering every detail.

"So, you have no idea who the guy is?" asked Todd when The Phantom had finished speaking.

"The Gunner never told me the guy's name," answered The Phantom with a shake of his head.

"Were they lovers?" Cory's put his hand on The Phantom's chest and began massaging gently.

"I asked The Gunner if he was fucking the guy. He wouldn't tell me. He told me it was none of my business." The Phantom sniffed, rubbed the back of Cory's head, and smiled. "The funny thing is, I was going to stop all my night visits. I thought that the guys I was doing deserved better. Then I thought, fuck it, at least they want me, even if The Gunner doesn't."

"They must like what you're doing. No one has said a word about it." Cory's hand moved south, and he began rubbing The Phantom's belly.

"You guys knew about me?" gasped The Phantom.

Todd nodded. "Cory overheard Dylan and Brian having words about it and, to be truthful, Tyler is not the quietest thing on earth when he blows his wad."

"Plus we saw you give Thumper the best night of his life." Cory began laughing. "I don't know who was more surprised when he blew his load, you, him, or the two of us."

The three boys laughed at the memory of Thumper's thrashing penis spewing semen all over the place. Cory's hand continued to drift south until it touched the head of The Phantom's erection growing under his jeans. "It would appear that you made a lot of guys very happy," said Cory with a snicker.

"There really weren't all that many," protested The Phantom, squirming as Cory's hand began to lightly massage his erection through his jeans. Unconsciously he spread his legs, allowing Cory more room to explore. "Last year, the first time I did it, the guy woke up so I rolled under the bunk beside his and hid, scared to death. Then the Duty Hand came clumping through. Shit, I was so scared I took off and damned near didn't come back."

"But you did come back," murmured Todd.

"Yes, I came back. I did a few guys last year, and some this year," The Phantom croaked. Cory's hand was causing ripples of pleasure to roll through his body. He groaned softly, wanting to give himself over to the pleasure, but continued on through clenched jaws. "Maybe a dozen all told. As I said, I just did guys that I really liked, and guys who I knew wouldn't talk about it later."

Cory looked at Todd, who nodded, and began to rub The Phantom's leg. The Phantom was about to be taken to a new level of sensuality. "Sex is like money. People who have it don't talk about it," said Cory, grinning. He moved his hand and began rubbing the impressive bulge in The Phantom's black jeans.

The Phantom looked down at Cory's massaging hand, and then looked at each Twin in turn. "I guess it's time, huh?" he whispered huskily as another tremor of delight flowed through him.

******

Cory reached over and unbuttoned The Phantom's jeans. He pulled the zipper down and began to feel the thick bulge in The Phantom's underwear. Todd undid the laces to The Phantom's sneakers and slipped them off his feet. He pulled off the Phantom's black socks and threw them to one side. Then Todd reached up and began tugging on The Phantom's jeans. "Lift up your hips, Phantom. Cory, push his pants down so I can get them off," he instructed.

Both boys did as they were told. When his jeans and underwear joined the sneakers on the dirt floor, The Phantom pulled his T-shirt over his head. He was completely naked.

Cory and Todd quickly stripped off and climbed onto the bed, Cory lying on one side of The Phantom, Todd on the other. Cory laid his head on The Phantom's stomach and grabbed his penis at the thick base. His tongue flicked out and traced the faint circumcision ring that encircled The Phantom's classic penis. "Beautiful," murmured Cory as his tongue traced the length of The Phantom's throbbing erection. "So beautiful." He began to pump slowly.

At the touch of Cory's hand The Phantom arched his hips. The sensations coursing through him were indescribable. Todd moved down the bed and started to lick and suck The Phantom's smooth, oval testicles, and then his inner thighs, The Phantom moaned and spread his legs, giving Todd better access to his balls.

Cory began lip sucking the length of The Phantom's raging hardon. When he reached the blood-engorged glans he traced the crisp, curling ridge of The Phantom's crimson helmet, then began sucking gently, gathering the precum that leaked in a small river from the slit, oozing over the crown.

The Phantom lay back, breathing heavily as the Twins worked their magic on him, his chest heaving as the pleasures coursed through him. His eyes were tightly closed, his mind reeling, and he did not see Todd move again. He felt his legs being pushed back to his chest. He opened his eyes and watched as Todd buried his nose in his crack.

A new sensation coursed through The Phantom's body as Todd's hot and very wet tongue lapped in circles around his puckered, pink and brown rosebud. Todd's tongue, laden with saliva, circled, licked and then probed, a sharp, hard, moistness entering The Phantom's body.

The Phantom yelped as a shock of electricity passed through him. He had never felt such pleasure before, certainly not when he had fingered himself and a thought flashed - briefly - through his mind: Was this what the boys he had fingered had felt? If so, it was no wonder that they . . .

Another, newer sensation streaked through The Phantom as Cory sucked the entire length of The Phantom's penis into his mouth, and then slowly withdrew. The Phantom groaned and arched his body. He could feel, deep within his balls, his orgasm building. As Cory continued to lick and kiss his trembling, thick shaft, and Todd licked and sucked his entry, The Phantom moaned and groaned, his body tightening as he approached the peak.

Cory's lips and tongue concentrated on the small bundle of tissue gathered just under the head of The Phantom's penis where it joined the shaft, his tongue licking frantically. He felt The Phantom's dick thicken and pumped his hand faster as he held The Phantom's magnificent erection straight out from his body.

The Phantom felt the waves rolling outward from his groin, engulfing his entire being and he thrust violently upward as Cory slid his tongue up and down the underside of his shaft from his circumcision line to just under the head of his dick.

"Aaaaaagggggh!" A loud, strangled grunt rose from The Phantom's throat as his dick jerked and, deceptively, a small bubble of semen oozed from his slit. Then, as he bucked and twitched, his slit gaped and a huge stream of his creamy nectar rocketed out, rising high into the air, arcing and falling with a huge splatter across his naked chest. The Phantom thrust his hips as an equally large jet flew upward, quickly followed by another, and then another.

Cory continued to pump The Phantom's penis, watching wide eyed as jet after jet of semen flew upward, until just a few small drops oozed from the spasming slit of The Phantom's dick. When it was obvious nothing more was going to come spewing out, Cory began to lick and suck the turgid organ clean.

The Phantom yelped and pulled back. He hands flew downward and covered the sensitive arrowhead-shaped glans of his penis.

The Twins sat back and waited until The Phantom's breathing calmed and his hands left his crotch. They had never seen a boy shoot with such force and power. "Jesus, Phantom, what have you got in there, Old Faithful?" asked Cory, astonishment written on his face.

Todd reached out and touched The Phantom's shrinking organ. "Man, you could win jerk-off contests with that thing."

The Phantom, still recovering from the effects of a massive orgasm, grinned weakly. "I should have warned you. That happens when I don't cum for a while."

"When was the last time you came?" asked Cory, staring wide-eyed at The Phantom's now soft penis, still not believing the force that such a relatively small organ had exerted.

"Thursday morning, after I got up. I jerked off in the shower."

"Fuck, if it does that after one day, I'd hate to be around when you do it after not cumming for a week," exclaimed Todd.

The Phantom laughed and pulled the Twins close to him. They snuggled against him and while Cory began to play with The Phantom's hard nipples, Todd reached down and cupped The Phantom's testicles, feeling the weight of them, and the soft, smooth skin of his sac.

The Phantom kissed each Twin in turn, and then sat up. He took Cory's stiffened penis in his hand and slowly pushed down until the skin of Cory's dick was stretched and very tight, the thin, sensitive skin under his cockhead almost transparent. The effect of The Phantom's hand caused Cory to moan and he tightened his ass muscles involuntarily.

As he kept a strong hold on Cory's dick, gripping only the base, The Phantom moved his head down and, using just the tip of his tongue and his soft lips, moved slowly up and down Cory's shaft, barely touching the rose-coloured, taut, skin.

Cory closed his eyes and concentrated on the feelings that coursed through him. He felt as if the softest of down feathers was being drawn slowly up and down his dick. Next he felt what appeared to be the softest silk cloth being drawn over his crimson glans. His concentration was such that he was aware of nothing but the softness caressing his cock. From deep within him the wellspring of ecstasy began opening, flooding his body. His head arched back, and he pushed his hips upward as his orgasm began building, flowing upward from his crotch, the intensity of it growing second by second. He groaned loudly as his orgasm smashed through him, barely aware of the cum sluicing through his shaft and bubbling out of his slit. He groaned louder as yet another orgasm, stronger than the first, quickly followed. His entire body seemed to spasm as yet another, then another, powerful, mind-altering orgasm crashed through him.

Todd watched wide-eyed in amazement as Cory moaned and arched as orgasm followed orgasm, his eyes rolled back in his head, his hands curled into tight fists frantically clutching the soiled blanket on which they lay, his body totally consumed by the whispered caresses of The Phantom's tongue and lips.

Finally, The Phantom released Cory, who collapsed, totally drained, breathing heavily and moaning deliriously. "Oh . . . my . . . fuck . . ." moaned Cory loudly. His body convulsed, his dick jerked, and a tiny, pearl drop of semen slid from his slit.

"Are you all right?" Todd gasped, still in awe of what he had seen.

Cory groaned. "Fuck, Toddy, I think I just crossed over the river." He curled in a ball and lay groaning for a few moments. Then he straightened. He pulled The Phantom to him and kissed him deeply. When they drew apart Cory smiled warmly. "I have never experienced anything like that. I came at least four times. I mean I actually came at least four times."

"That was the general idea," grinned The Phantom.

Cory reached down and felt his sensitive penis. It was slimed with his semen. "I'm a mess," he declared needlessly.

The Phantom grinned. "Todd, hand me my shorts. I'd really like to lick him clean but I know how sensitive a guy's dick is after I do that to him."

As Cory moaned and purred softly, enjoying the after effects of the most incredible blow job he had ever had, Todd nodded and hopped off the bed. He bent down and held up the white boxers he and Cory had found earlier. The Phantom shook his head. "No, they're not mine. Use the black ones."

Todd looked at The Phantom. "So who owns these?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Just a guy I know." Like the night, The Phantom held many secrets and the Twins did not need to know that the soiled boxers were Brian's.

Todd grinned. "You are a pisser, Phantom. You had Cory and me convinced that you were as straight as a die and here you've been entertaining a gentleman caller."

The Phantom returned the grin. "I stole them from one of the cadets the first time I took him across the river. He's never been here. Nobody has, except for a friend of mine from school, and all we ever did was jerk each other off." He frowned slightly as he added tightly, "Once!"

As The Phantom took the boxers that Todd handed to him and began to gently clean Cory's body as look flashed between the Twins. Whatever had happened in this beaten down shack between Phantom and his "friend" was obviously a forbidden subject. They silently agreed that they would never be told who the boy had been, and that the subject was closed to further discussion.

******

They lay together and talked for a while. Cory, finally recovered, asked why The Phantom had never come to them. "You knew we were gay, and you knew we liked you. Hell, we even offered to sleep with you."

The Phantom smiled. "Cory, to be truthful, yes, I wanted to sleep with both of you. When I first met you two I used to jack off at night thinking about you. Then, when you came out here this year I thought, wow!"

"Why wow?" asked Todd, his surprise registered on his face. None of the boys he and Cory had been with had ever admitted to being so fascinated with them.

Smiling, The Phantom hefted Todd's soft penis and testicles in his right hand. In his left hand he hefted Cory's soft, warm fittings. "Last year, when I first saw you, you were okay, but, to be honest, a bit skinny. Then, all of a sudden, when you came back this year, I couldn't believe my eyes. You . . . like, you filled out, and got taller, and had such wonderfully tanned bodies, with muscles in all the right places. I guess you'd stopped being boys and became young men. You guys are so . . . well, you're so fucking beautiful! Not girl beautiful, but guy beautiful. You are beyond handsome. Harry is handsome. Tyler and Val are handsome. You two go way beyond that."

"We do?" marvelled Todd. He knew that Cory and he were handsome, and desirable, boys, but he never imagined that they could be such objects of frank admiration.

The Phantom imagined it. He groaned and nodded. "Todd, you are beautiful as only a man can be beautiful. I know that some guys don't like it when they're called beautiful, but it's the only way I can describe you and Cory. It's hard to put into words, but there are men who are beautiful."

Cory giggled. "I always equated 'beauty' in a male with femininity. You put an entirely different spin on it."

Nodding enthusiastically The Phantom continued. "It's not just how you look, Cory, but . . . hell, everything about you and Todd is so wonderful. I'd see you guys walking down the path, going to the beach, and, well, let's face it, before you decided to go into your seminarian mode . . ."

"Our what?" Cory asked.

The Phantom explained, and then continued. "I'd see everything and I'd think, God, if only they'd stop and maybe smile at me. Then I'd think, fuck, what would they see in me? I'm sure not a stud, I have an okay dick, and I'm not all that bad looking, and my body is pretty good, but I'm nothing to write home about . . ." He smiled ruefully. "For some reason I imagined that you would only be attracted to, well, your own kind, handsome, glorious boys and I just didn't think you two would even give me a second look."

Todd laughed and began to fondle The Phantom. "Proved you wrong didn't we?"

Nodding, The Phantom chuckled. "Yes. Then, of course, when you two finally did start to be my friends I'd already started my night rounds, and I thought, well, truthfully, I thought two guys like you, rich, intelligent, handsome beyond belief, you wouldn't want to have anything to do with a guy who goes around in the middle of the night sucking other guys' dicks."

"I haven't heard anybody complaining," said Cory with heavy emphasis. He reached down and began to finger The Phantom's semi-hard dick. "If I'd known what you could do, I'd have knocked you down and dragged you out here long ago."

Todd grinned and fondled The Phantom's soft testicles. "Me too."

The Phantom remained silent for several long moments and then he look at Todd, his emerald green eyes sparkling. "Todd, until tonight I've never been with another boy." He pulled Todd to him. "All I've ever done is jerk guys off, or suck their dicks." The Phantom's harsh laughter filled the cabin. "Before tonight, I had never had a blow job and . . ."

A stunned look came across Cory's face. "Phantom, you never had a blow job before I . . .?"

"No," confirmed The Phantom with a wry smile. "Sort of ironic, isn't it? I can take, and have taken, a boy to heaven and beyond, but until what, twenty minutes ago, I had never been taken anywhere!" He shrugged. "I suppose in the back of my mind I wanted to wait for the right guy. Stupid of me when I come to think of it now . . ." He sighed sadly. "But we know that isn't going to happen, don't we?"

"Don't say that, Phantom," said Cory as he gently stroked The Phantom's flushed and reddened face. He knew exactly who The Phantom wanted, and knew that there was little chance that The Phantom would ever know that person's love. But now was not the time to dwell on things that might have been. Phantom was their friend and . . . "We love you, and we will do whatever it takes to make you happy."

Smiling softly, The Phantom leaned forward and kissed Cory. When he pulled away he said, "Cory you, and Todd, just by being my friends, have made me happier than you could ever imagine. When you allowed me . . . when I took you across the river I felt happier than I have in a long time. When I'm with the other boys, giving them pleasure, I feel so . . . satisfied and fulfilled. I know it's just sex, just a blow job in the middle of the night, but . . . I made them happy for a little while and that makes me happy."

"And now?" Todd asked, his face blank, his eyes hooded, hiding his inner feelings. "What happens now, Phantom?"

A long, low sigh escaped The Phantom's lips. He looked at Todd, his gaze never wavering. "Todd, I'm gay." He saw the troubled look on Todd's face and continued gently. "I'm gay and I've never had a chance to explore my true feelings. I hid my true self, my soul, pretending to be something I'm not. In a way, I'm like Cory, I hate the subterfuge, the hiding, the lies."

Reaching out The Phantom placed both hands firmly on Todd's shoulders. "Todd, I'm not going to hide any more. I want to be my true self. I want to experience the fullness of what I am; I need to know what pleasures, if any, I am capable of feeling." He placed two fingers against Todd's lips, preventing any protest from the blond god he had adored for two years. "Give me those pleasures, Todd."

Todd looked at Cory, who nodded solemnly. There was no need for words. He understood how The Phantom felt, and what he needed to feel.

"You don't mind, Cory?" asked The Phantom apprehensively.

"No," replied Cory, getting off the bed. "Todd is a wonderful lover, and a very good teacher." He gave The Phantom a quick peck on the cheek. "Besides, you took me across the river."

"We'll need some lube," muttered Todd, moving between The Phantom's legs and spreading them apart. "Do you have any?"

The Phantom nodded. "In the saddle bag on my bike." He was breathing heavily in anticipation.

Cory left the shack and returned with the Vaseline. He also had a pair of semen-stiffened grey boxers with a USMC logo printed on them. "Another conquest?" he asked slyly as he handed the Vaseline to Todd.

"They're mine," replied The Phantom with a nervous giggle "I forgot that I left them in there." His eyes darted to Todd's crotch and took in the wonderful beauty that bobbed gently with Todd's slow breathing. He looked up at Todd, and nodded.

Todd leaned forward and kissed The Phantom deeply, his sky-blue eyes staring into the emerald glory of The Phantom's clear, sparkling orbs. They were so entranced with one another that they did not hear, or feel, Cory as he withdrew, moving down to the bottom of the bed.

As Todd drew back he uncapped the tube of Vaseline and put a large dab of it on his finger. He pushed The Phantom's knees back until they were touching his chest and then, with one finger, he began circling and pressing against the tight, puckered opening of The Phantom's love channel.

The Phantom panted heavily as Todd's finger slipped inside of him, moving slowly in and out in a twisting, pistoning motion. Todd leaned forward and kissed The Phantom again, sucking his tongue into his mouth as his finger slid in and out of The Phantom's anus. The Phantom groaned as a slow river of indescribable pleasure oozed through him and then he wrapped his legs around Todd's middle. His arms reached out to embrace Todd's neck.

"Not yet," whispered Todd. The Phantom released him and pulled his legs back, his knees hard against his heaving chest. Todd lubed up two fingers and pressed them against The Phantom's orifice. He leaned down and took The Phantom's penis into his mouth, sucking slowly and carefully, his two fingers moving in unison with his sucking.

The Phantom grunted as the two fingers entered him. There had been pain at the initial penetration, but it was abating, and the more Todd fingered him the less pain he felt.

Todd continued his twisting motion with his fingers and when they brushed across The Phantom's prostate he groaned and spasmed. Todd withdrew his fingers and lay on The Phantom, grinding his raging hardon against The Phantom's balls and rigid cock. Then he propped himself up and stared into The Phantom's eyes.

The Phantom was frankly afraid of what was about to happen to him. His fear lessened when he looked into Todd's clear, sparkling, blue eyes. There was no lust, just love, and a tenderness that told The Phantom that Todd would never hurt him.

Todd gazed into the wonderful, emerald depths of The Phantom's eyes, seeing . . . a touch of lust, of anticipation in those eyes. But beyond that, he saw . . . trust. Phantom trusted him not to hurt him, to never hurt him in any way. Todd kissed The Phantom again, his tongue passing teasingly across The Phantom's smooth lips. Then he broke the kiss. "We don't have to, if you don't want to," he murmured kindly. "I don't want to hurt you, Phantom, but you have to know, there will be some pain."

The Phantom nodded. "I understand, Todd. Please, do it. I want to do it," he finished emphatically.

Todd smiled softly and then reached down and pressed the hot head of his dick against The Phantom's hole. The Phantom wrapped his arms around Todd's neck and his legs embraced Todd's waist, waiting. He felt the pressure of Todd's hard penis as the head entered him and whimpered softly as a searing, burning pain flashed through his body.

Todd heard the whimper and knew what was happening to The Phantom. He waited patiently, with just the spongy, warm head of his penis inside of Phantom, waiting for him to become accustomed to what was inside his body. When he saw The Phantom's face relax he pushed slowly forward. Now he had a third of his dick inside of him.

The Phantom felt the fullness engulfing him and, as the pain subsided, pushed back. He felt Todd's well-lubricated shaft slide further into him. He felt the pressure in his rectum build and suddenly he knew that Todd was completely inside of him.

Todd waited again and then leaned down and rubbed his stomach across Phantom's rock hard organ, which was slick from the natural lubricant that oozed from the head of his throbbing penis. The feeling of Todd's soft treasure trail as it passed over his erection caused The Phantom to groan loudly.

With deliberate movements Todd began to move his hips slowly and carefully, withdrawing until just the smooth, curving head of his penis was inside of The Phantom. He pushed slowly upward and the head of his dick bumped The Phantom's prostate. The Phantom groaned louder as a thrill of wonder passed through him. His legs gripped Todd's straining body and he squeezed Todd against him, his ass muscles tightening around Todd's magnificent, pistoning dick. Todd was breathing in huge, rasping gasps as he continued. With each upward thrust his dick stimulated The Phantom's prostate, filling him with such conflicting feelings that his senses clashed alarmingly.

The Phantom felt his orgasm building deep within him. "I'm gonna . . . I'm gonna cum," he moaned loudly as the slow orgasm building in him sped up, a rampaging freight train of pleasure. Suddenly his dick jerked and spasmed and he began spurting all over his stomach and Todd's chest.

Todd was rapidly approaching his own orgasm. His breathing increased dramatically and he began to drive his hard dick firmly into Phantom's body. As The Phantom came he involuntarily squeezed his ass muscles around Todd's dick, causing him to shudder as he reached the peak. Twice more The Phantom ejaculated and squeezed. Todd crashed over the edge and moaned as his dick swelled and his load of slick cum spewed out. He lunged fiercely as each spurt of his semen blasted from his dick and into The Phantom's body and then, with a final shudder, collapsed, holding The Phantom closely until