Devil Dawg Donnelly

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Devil Dawg Donnelly's: Revelations

Chapter Nine:

" The Marines have landed and the situation is well in hand."

Attributed to Richard Harding Davis (1864-1916)

"Baxter's gay?"

The question had hung on Billy Donnelly's face like a self-reflective mirror right into the innermost workings of his mind.

A myriad of emotions playing out, as visible as the nose on his face, one after the other in rapid succession as his consciousness traversed the synaptic pathways of his memories trying to correlate and reconcile what both his father and Carl had just imparted to him.

It wasn't that he doubted their words. He knew they had no reason to deceive him; it was the fact he could now clearly see how it all made perfect sense, bringing together the missing pieces to the unfinished puzzle that had been plaguing him since right before their last stay together at the compound a couple of weeks ago.

Carl and Max had remained silently observant, allowing Billy the chance to absorb the knowledge they had given him, unsure exactly which of the many emotions and thoughts would surface first in the forms of questions they knew he most assuredly would have.

It was at one particular moment, as Billy replayed the conversation they had right after his confession about Timmy, that he remembered his choice of wording when he thought he had shocked Baxter and feared him passing judgment on him, having naively stated that he was no more a faggot than Baxter was, that he had grown pale, looking furtively between his father and Carl, before his hands shot up to his head and after his fingers had carded through his hair, to fold behind his neck as he leaned forward, exhaling several harsh breaths: "Oh...my...gawd..." Billy sighed, collapsing onto one of the stools in front of the island that separated the main room from the kitchen.

Though both Max and Carl could see how troubled he had just become, it was Carl who swerved first around the island to take up a stance by his side as his arm went over his shoulders in a gesture of comfort and support.

As Billy stared holes into the floor, self-recrimination permeating from him as his father made his way around to stand in front of him, lifting Billy's chin in his hand, forcing him to make eye contact. Billy could hardly contain the guilt that now consumed him, especially when he realized now, why Baxter had spurned him, first by not riding back home with him that day but his subsequent rejections at spending time together, right up until he and his Mom left for vacation.

"Dad...I screwed up...I screwed up bad..." He had stammered, mumbling quickly: "I sa...I said terrible things... slurs about gay people..."

Hearing himself admit what he'd done only seemed to add more weight to the offensiveness of what he had spoken aloud to him, making Billy's eyes suddenly grow wide with fearful determination: "I have to go see him... I have to explain...."

His thoughts had spurred him into action, but he felt the strong grip of his father's hands on his shoulders as Carl began to stroke his back. "I can't begin to tell you what a terrible idea that is son!" Max had said sternly, adding: "You can barely contain yourself right now, imagine how much worse it will be when you're right in the same room with him?"

Though his father's words had rung true, the constant stirring in his belly and the bestial growl clawing its way to the surface of his consciousness, still pushed at him to take action...fix what he had broken, amend what his harsh, careless words had rent asunder, that had torn away the one who had always been by his side...

It was then, as Billy's beast rose within him, gathering the strength to break free, that he caught a familiar scent, one that not only baffled him at the moment but pulled his focus back to the here and now as its familiarity both confused and reminded him of something so near and amiable, something that had always been there, just out of reach, but almost always close to hand...

The scent of sweet honey and freshly dug earth.

It was different somehow, suffused and mingled with other scents, most notably his father's, but not coming from his father...

He turned to look at Carl, his eyes narrowing as he leaned his head closer to him until his nose was nearly against his neck before taking a deep, slow, concentrated whiff of his natural musk.

His eyes closed tightly as the various smells overtook him.

They were all there, like an unfolding menu of scents, his soap, shaving cream, toothpaste, even what he had eaten for breakfast, mingled with the smell that was uniquely Carl's mingled with those of his father's. But underneath it all was that all-pervading, lingering odor, that he found both comforting and alluring, the scent of honey and freshly dug earth.

A sudden realization swept over him, the reason why the smell seemed so familiar, why it had always been so encompassing throughout his life, why it even now brought him comfort and a prevailing sense of calm...

It was Baxter's scent.

Billy drew back from Carl, twisting away from his father's grasp, to regard Carl questioningly: "Why do you smell like Baxter?"

The perplexed expression on Carl's face was only offset by his father's insistent query from behind him: "Describe what you smell Billy."

Billy had forgone the host of other odors he had discerned, even the strong pervasive ones of his fathers and Carl's recent sexual activity: "It's like wild honeysuckle and fresh wet mud mingled together."

He had watched as a big smile spread across, not only his father's face but Carl's as well before his father answered: "That is what men who crave the attention and affection of other men, smell like."

Billy had nodded his head, as his gaze seemed to drift away with the recollection of the other times he had caught that odor before, most notably with both Timmy, Gavin, and even Brock.

It seemed more muted and muddled with Carl, but with Baxter, it was more sublime, uniquely his own in some way that defied description by Billy.

Carl and Max had used the distraction of the moment to elaborate why it would be bad for Billy to go seeking Baxter out, that it wasn't just the potential threat of Billy shifting during such an emotional encounter, but that being so close to Baxter's own birthday, it might muddle or give Baxter pause that would not normally be the case, reminding Billy how forehand knowledge seldom worked out well and in most cases, like his brother and Kent, made the transition not only more difficult for the individual but for those closest to them as well.

Max had assured Billy, that he would be there, front and center to help Baxter through his ceremony and that once Baxter had settled in his own Heritage, that there would be plenty of time for them to sort things out.

What they didn't tell Billy, was how prevalently he was broadcasting sexual pheromones at just the mere thought of Baxter, knowing full well, that right after Baxter's ceremony, Baxter would be able to scent it himself and realize, maybe even before Billy himself became cognoscente of it, that the two of them shared more in common than either had ever been able to admit to each other previously.

While their little talk seemed to quell Billy's immediate desire to reconcile with Baxter, they knew they were going to have to remain vigilant, that where Baxter was concerned, Billy couldn't always be expected to do the rational thing all the time, again, another nod toward their own past and the difficultly others had in keeping them apart.

The difference between then and now was in that they ultimately had no intention of keeping them apart or make plans that would, in the long term, keep them from committing to each other, or at least feel they had the freedom to choose that path if they so chose to do so.

Carl actually found himself being rather grateful for the persistent rapping of knuckles on the cabin door, bringing an end to their somewhat stoic conversation and Brock's insistence that one of the best men, meaning Billy, needed to get his ass in gear, suited up and ready to go within the next twenty to thirty minutes.

Of course, that had been Max's and Carl's cue as well, since neither were properly attired for their respective roles.

As the afternoon bore out and both he and Max had adorned themselves in their dress blues and Billy likewise had attired himself in a dark blue suit Gavin had helped him pick out earlier, Carl soon found himself alone as Billy took his position as his brothers best man down in front, while Max disappeared into the Lodge, where JD awaited.

As Carl took his seat in the front right row, he took a moment to admire the handiwork of both Timmy and Brock.

They sat on the rows of wooden benches they had pulled from the Lodge, in front a large lattice-style arch had been assembled and adorned with various white flowers interwoven with strands of twinkling white lights with two brass urns on either side of it burning jasmine-scented incense.

A red carpet had been rolled down the center aisle between the rows of wooden benches right up to the arch.

It was all very simple in layout and Carl was happy to see that many of the alphas and those they brought with them, now sat peacefully, enjoying the festive nature of the occasion. A stark contrast from the day before.

Gavin came to sit next to him as he nodded to Elizabeth Dunne across the aisle where she sat in front wearing a velvety dark blue, ground length dress, with her hair, nicely styled uncharacteristically down over her exposed shoulders. Next to her sat both Marshall Griffen and his son Merrick.

Danal soon arrived, wearing a very crisp black suit, and took his place underneath the arch down on the shore of the lake, shooting Carl a quick wink.

Shortly thereafter, Timmy stunned everyone with his sudden emergence from the Lodge dressed head to toe in pure white slacks and a matching open-armed muscle T. Upon his head was a small floral ringlet composed of white daisies.

In one hand he carried a basket of white rose petals and in the other he held the pink leather lead to a silver chained leash that was attached around a large pink rhinestone encrusted leather collar, secured around Dalton Becker's bare muscle corded neck.

All Carl could do was shake his head in amusement at the sight of a six feet five inches almost completely nude muscle rippling giant, whose entire, cleanly shaven body had been covered in some sort of glittery iridescent, sparkly spray while also adorned with a matching floral ringlet around his head.

The only other article of clothing the man wore was a semitransparent, form-fitting nylon cinched pouch that fit snugly around his prodigious genitals, which somehow only seemed to accentuate each bounce and flop it made as Timmy tugged at his leash pulling him ever forward behind him as he began tossing the rose petals on the red carpet down the center aisle.

As Timmy completed his task, soft airy music began to play in the distance, accompanied by the familiar sound of synchronized marching footsteps drawing everyone's attention to the double-columned group of young men resplendent in their meticulously groomed dress blues come marching into view, with both Jake Bauers and Jason Griffen marching in cadence between them.

Jake was dressed to the nines in his own dress blues, while Jason wore a simple dark blue suit that closely resembled Billy's in style and color.

The unit marched uniformly down the center, taking up parallel positions, spread out on either side of the aisle as both Jake and Jason took up position to the right of Danal, before they all came to a halt, where both Jake and Jason turned and looked expectantly toward the main door of the Lodge.

A hush fell over the grounds, with only the soft lilting strings of violins playing Adele's "Make You Feel My Love" permeating the otherwise serene silence.

A few expectant moments passed before the door to the Lodge opened and Max slowly stepped out, regaled in all his uniformed splendor with his son JD joined arm in arm beside him to begin their slow trek from the Lodge, between the aisle of a saluting Marine Honor Guards to the makeshift arch to join with Jake, Jason, Danal and Billy.

As the music slowly faded out and Max bowed his head to Danal, before stepping back, and to Carl's surprise, taking a seat between Marshall Griffen and Elizabeth Dunne, he nonetheless took a few seconds to admire the suit Timmy and Brock had picked out for JD.

Carl couldn't think of a time he had ever seen any of the boys wearing suits and the sight didn't fail to impress him, noting, with no small degree of pride, how truly handsome they both looked.

JD's suit mirrored closely the classic look of a tux, black with a dark red cummerbund and matching bow tie. The absence of the bruises he had from the night of Billy's ceremony a testimony to Timmy and Brock's apparent make-up skills along with the near perfection of his short-cropped new haircut.

Carl tried not to let the fact Max had chosen to sit with the Griffen's instead of joining him, worry him too much, choosing to enjoy the moment for what it was, a joining of two young people in love and commitment.

The ceremony was pretty much what Carl expected, the usual exchange of vows typical of civil marriages, ending with the placement of rings on each others left hands and the final pronouncement by Danal announcing them as spouse and spouse and of course, the happy couple sealing it with a kiss, followed by the expected cheers and hoo-rahs of the gathered guest.

Carl felt Gavin and his friend Arliss slip around him to make their way to the newlyweds to add their congratulations to the chorus of others, and he decided to save his for later when he and Max would present their gift to them, but as he stood to turn and make his way up the aisle, he heard Danal call out for everyone to take their seats, that the day's festivities weren't concluded yet.

He turned just in time to see the couple move off to the side as Max rose to face Elizabeth and offer her his hand.

The color nearly drained from his face as his heart skipped a beat as Max helped lift her up, hand in hand as they stepped up to stand before Danal where just moments ago Jake and JD had stood to exchange their vows.

The stunned tightness in his chest turned from pain to rage as he whipped back around fully intending to escape this new humiliation, jump in his truck and leave it all behind him once and for all.

The mating bite mark on his neck burned against his skin, a blazing reminder of his bond to not only his Alpha but his mate and Carl felt its pull trying to hold him back like a physical tether that forever linked them together.

Each step he took, grew harder and harder, like wading through a quagmire of mud that he was now sinking into.

It was just an hour ago when Elizabeth had given them the good news, that she had been successful in combining their DNA and reattaching the embryo to her womb and seeming just as happy as they were about it, offering her congratulations on their impending fatherhood.

He had thought her sincere, felt no duplicity in either Max or her, yet here they were, now standing before Danal.

Visions of his past came flooding back to him of that terrible day Max had married Monaca.

Max had insisted he be there for that too, had promised him that they would still be together, that he had to do it for the sake of his future children.

Carl couldn't help but wonder if that was what Max was doing now, marrying the mother of his future child, securing his parental rights over him, just as he did then.

Lost in his dark thoughts, his head pitched downward as he fumed, Carl barely noticed the large shape in front of him until he abruptly bumped into him.

Carl's head snapped up, his eyes locking on a broadly grinning Billy, whose eyes twinkled mischievously back at him: "I hope you don't mind, but I asked Dad if I could have the honor of walking you down the aisle."

Staring back at Billy dumbfounded and perplexed, he allowed Billy to pivot him around and slip his arm between his own as he steered him back the way he came, straight down the aisle toward Max, Elizabeth, and Danal.

It had barely registered what was happening until it was too late and he stood next to Max who just leaned his head sideways toward him and with a cocky grin, speaking only one word in a hushed whisper, intended only for him to hear: "Gotchya!"

Max had indeed got him, as Danal proceeded with the civil ceremony once again, except this time for him and Max.

When it was all said and done and Max's lips slipped from his own after their first kiss as a married couple, Max took him tightly in his arms and whispered softly into his ear: "Let that be the last time you doubt my love Carl, it's just you and I from here on out, okay?"

Carl smiled back up at his husband, cupping his face between his hands, their eyes locked together: "I won't have to Max Donnelly, 'cause I'm never letting you out of my sight again!"

Max smiled back at him lasciviously: "Promise?"

Carl chuckled heartily: "Promise!"

The party that night had been epic, one that neither JD nor Jake would soon forget.

The reception afterward, inside the Lodge, had been beautifully orchestrated. Every decoration perfectly placed without being tacky or over the top. The platters of food were nothing short of works of art, the wedding cake a fabricated masterpiece of store-bought items arranged and presented in such a way as being indistinguishable from one handcrafted from scratch.

Wine, champagne, and beer flowed freely though neither Jake nor JD imbibed that much and only during a toast.

It was the first time he could recall ever seeing his brother Billy truly inebriated and both he and Jake had a huge amount of fun watching him dance and strut his stuff with everyone from Princess to Gavin to Elizabeth Dunne and even Danal.

It had been Jason and Atticus who finally had to escort his very wobbly, buzzed sibling back to his tent, fearful he might wander off into the woods on his own, after repeatedly stating toward the end of his evening, how he needed to go find Baxter so he wouldn't be mad at him anymore.

JD didn't know what he meant by that, but it was obvious it was something that was predominately occupying his mind.

The celebration was still going in high gear, when his Dad and Carl pulled him and Jake to the side, wanting to present their wedding gift to them before they too left for the evening.

Both JD and Jake had assumed they would be staying in one of the larger tents at the bivouac, but learned that his father and Carl intended to spend the night out in the woods together in a spot they both considered special to them and were insisting that JD and Jake take the cabin for the night, stating they had arranged for them to have some privacy for the evening and had left a basket of goodies that they might find useful later on, both smiling mischievously at them when they said it.

It was then, that his Dad had handed Jake a key-ring, loaded with several keys and Carl had handed JD an envelope, that he told them to open later when they were alone.

It was Carl who explained the key-ring, stating that while they knew that Jake and he would have to depart for North Carolina by the end of the week, they had decided to gift them Carl's house and the bulk of its furnishings for when Jake's planned transfer to the Albany Marine base went through, so they would have a place already set up to meet their needs and potentially that of JD's unborn son.

JD's Dad suggested they plan to stay there a couple of days to get a feel for the place and consider any changes they might want to make to accommodate their soon to be growing family and to let them know, and they would see to it they were implemented before their return a month or two down the road.

It was an extremely generous gift and offer, one that touched both Jake and himself and actually eased another of JD's concerns.

He hadn't actually given much thought about where they would live, though he knew he would probably be leaving with Jake, though Jake had never mentioned it or spoken of their potential living arrangements in North Carolina, and JD now found himself wondering if Jake had a plan already or if he had just decided they should wing it once they got there.

It was after the conversation with his Dad and Carl had ended and they had quietly slipped out of the building together, that Jake suggested they do likewise, taking JD's hand and squeezing it tightly as he eyed him nervously, the palm of his large hand as sweaty as his own.

It was as they bid their good-nights to everyone and strolled hand in hand down the path to the cabin, that JD had broken the tense and anxious silence between them, inquiring about their future plans.

Jake had pondered his query for a moment, answering: "While I do want you to go with me to North Carolina, I hadn't counted on taking you with me until your son is born and if that hasn't happened by the end of the week, I think you should stay here until it does."

Even in the dark, JD could see the sincerity in Jake's big brown eyes and took a measure of comfort from his practical decision, relieved he wasn't being as possessive as he thought he might be, considering the newness of their current relationship.

JD was about to ask what the plan would be if the child was born beforehand or right after Jake had to leave and found his response, once again, both thoughtful and considerate: "If he's born before I go, then yes I want the two of you to go with me, and though I'm not crazy about such a long trip with a newborn, I would still rather you both to be as close to me as possible."

He paused for a moment to consider further, releasing JD's hand as they continued walking, and placing his arm around JD's shoulder, drawing him closer to him: "If the baby's born right after I leave, I will, of course, be back as soon as possible to fetch both of you and take you back with me."

He quickly followed that up by addressing his as of yet unspoken question: "Just so you know, we'll be staying at my Dad's house, though we'll probably have to share the room with the baby since Baxter will be staying there too, helping my Dad pack up his stuff, while his discharge papers are processed."

That had actually eased JD's thoughts even more. The fact that he would have someone so familiar close at hand, actually seemed optimally ideal to him, plus Baxter was closer to his own age than Jake was, that, and Baxter just felt like family, another brother he had grown up with.

As they entered the cabin, the focus of JD's thoughts shifted from the practical matters concerning his impending future to the imminent one facing him now... their first night together as a married couple.

He had spent a lot of time within his own thoughts, centering and concentrating on his future with the Heritage and the birth of his son, but also toward his divided feelings about Jake and Jason. Even though he had made his choice, it didn't negate the strong emotions he still held for Jason, all of which were now adding to the angst he now felt over what might be expected on the first night of his pending honeymoon.

It was obvious considerable effort had gone into setting the atmosphere of the main room of the cabin, when they entered. Most of the previous furnishings had been removed due to the damage sustained during the battle that had happened there the night of his brother Billy's Heritage ceremony. Where there used to be two leather couches that had sat parallel to each other, there was now only one, which had been set to face the fireplace.

There was a small fire going already and candles burned softly throughout the space lending an air of romanticism and intimacy.

On the counter of the island that separated the kitchen from the main room, an urn full of ice and a bottle of champagne and two crystal goblets sat beside a small smorgasbord of snacks and treats, whose sole intent was to set the stage for a romantic liaison.

The most obvious of the decorations were the battery-operated, twinkling white LED lights that wrapped around the outer rungs of the ladder-like steps to the loft where the king-sized bed awaited them.

Clearly, JD thought to himself bemusedly, there was an expectation that they solemnize their union traditionally through physical contact.

With that thought in mind, JD crossed the room to join Jake at the island, where he was already fumbling with the champagne bottle and dripping water all over himself and the countertop in the process.

Reaching over and plucking the bottle from his hands JD mused: "I think we'll save this for later."

Jake smiled back at him, watching as JD stuffed it back into the bucket of ice chips, before reaching up and began unbuttoning the collar of his dress blues blouse.

It didn't take long before he was pealing it over his broad muscular shoulders, leaving him standing there in his white cotton T-shirt and his dress slacks, which were already starting to bulge obscenely around the crotch.

Kicking off his own dress shoes as JD worked his T-shirt over his head, Jake decided that two could play at that game and started pulling at JD's suit jacket, flipping him around as he pulled the garment down his arms, tossing it over one of the island stools before reaching around JD and fumbling with the buttons of his white dress shirt.

Both of them began to giggle like little kids as they pulled awkwardly at each other's clothes, JD nearly falling on his ass as he wrapped his arm over Jake's broad back as he pulled and tugged at each of his socks.

Before long, JD stood there in front of Jake in only his undershorts while reaching for the belt of Jake's dress slacks, only to have Jake take his hand away and pull it to his lips to kiss: "I've waited a long time for this JD..." Jake moaned, his voice thick with desire as he now pulled JD toward him, practically crashing their bodies together before adding: "I want to savor every moment of it."

Though his lips were saying one thing, JD felt there was more to it than that, getting the strong vibe that Jake was stalling when it came to losing his pants or having JD anywhere near the tenting bulge expanding from his groin.

Giving Jake the cockiest sneer he could muster, he winked and immediately dropped his underwear to stand completely naked in front of his husband for the first time, his rock-hard seven-inch cock sticking nearly straight up his solar plexus.

Closing the short distance between them, JD reached up to lock his fingers behind Jake's wide muscle-corded neck and pulled his head down to him and ground his pouting lips against Jake's, before forcing his tongue between them, to probe the hot wetness of his mouth.

Jake's powerful arms encircled him, pulling their bodies tight, practically lifting JD off his feet as their mouths ground against each other's as the urgency of their passions rose to a fevered pitch.

One thing that was immediately apparent to JD was Jake's kissing skills, though he was passionate, he obviously lacked experience and while JD wouldn't exactly call himself an expert, it was clear Jake was letting him take the lead and trying his best to mimic JD's actions in return.

Deciding to take this bull by the horns, JD reached down and grasped his belt buckle and pulled him toward the steps to the loft, and started to climb upwards. He barely made it to the third rung before Jake grabbed him and flipped him around and over his shoulder and quickly shot up the ladder to the loft, where he plopped JD down on the king-sized bed.

Shooting up onto his hands and knees, his erection bobbing against his abdomen, JD crawled to the end of the mattress and reached out to Jake's bulging fly and once again grasped his belt buckle between his fingers and began unfastening it.

To his dismay, Jake pulled his hips back slightly as his hands reached for JD's to grip them between his own.

JD looked up at him questioningly, noting this was the second time Jake had prevented him from uncoupling his belt and loosening his trousers.

Locking eyes with him briefly, before Jake's glance shifted away nervously, JD pulled his hands free from his grasp and eased back on the bed: "What the hell dude are we doing this or not?" JD blurted his annoyance showing in the tone of his voice.

Jake just bowed his head slightly, still avoiding direct eye contact with JD, before haltingly giving his response: "There's no need to rush, why don't we just chill out for a while and..."

JD interrupted him: "Are you friggin' kidding me, I'm laying here with a rock-hard boner, raring to go, naked as the day I was born and you just wanna cool your heels and what... swap sports stats, cookie recipes...wuh?"

Jake smiled sheepishly, his cheeks flushing red as a slight sweat broke on his heavy brow, stammering: "I could go get the champagne and maybe some of those snacks and we could just...you know..."

"Avoid having sex?" JD shot back, growing irritated at Jake's obvious hesitancy, sitting up on the edge of the bed before scooting back, folding his arms over his chest as he glowered intensely back at him: "Why did you marry me if you don't find me attractive?"

The color seemed to drain from Jake's face as his eyes grew wide, his face contorting into a concerned grimace: "I do find you attractive..."Jake insisted, sitting apprehensively on the foot of the bed, staring intently back at him: "There's nobody I've ever wanted to be with more than you!" he implored, his voice taking on a forlorn tone.

JD just shook his head: "Then why don't you wanna get nekkid with me, does my breath stink, do I have a booger hangin' out my nose or something?"

He watched as Jake's cheeks flushed as he averted his gaze once again, looking very much like a deer caught in the headlights or a cornered animal.

Having had enough of Jake's timidity, JD brought his left leg up and pushed at Jake's bare shoulder: "Enough with the bullshit, I'm horny, it's my wedding night and your my husband, get your ass up and take those fucking pants off right now or I'm gonna rip 'em off you!"

Jake stared back at him for a moment, long enough for JD to wonder if he was in fact going to have to follow through with his demand, when Jake stirred and haltingly rose up to stand at the foot of the bed, looking apprehensively at JD as his large sausage-like fingers began to fumble with his belt buckle, loosening it before releasing the top button of his trousers and began slowly unzipping his fly.

Until Jason, JD hadn't really given much consideration or appreciation for the male body. Sure, he had lots of sex with Timmy, but much of what he had done with him was nonreciprocal. It hadn't been until he started finding himself having feelings toward Jason that he actually discovered that he did in fact find aspects of the male form to be highly erotic.

Through Jason, he had found he has a certain profound respect for masculine beauty and while Jason's body certainly fell well within that range of admiration, Jake took it to an entirely different level.

Whereas Jason fell within the scope of classic male attractiveness and attributes, Jake's body was an elevation above that. There wasn't a single part of Jake that wasn't a testimony to his masculinity, he exuded it from every pore of his massively muscular physique. There wasn't a part of him that wasn't striated with cords of burgeoning brawniness.

Six feet eight inches of pure, burly thew and honed sinew. Jake was an Olympian, milk chocolate-haired god amongst mere mortals.

As he slowly peeled his slacks down his enormous, bulging thighs, which had to be as thick as his own waist, JD couldn't help but to admire the light smattering of light brown fur that clung snugly to the center of his chest and around his abdomen.

The majesty of his pronounced rectus abdomenus and the trench it formed between his external obliques that he and his buddies had bemusedly dubbed as cum gutters, drew his attention to the thick bush of public hair right above his, as of yet, still concealed manhood.

It was there, that Jake seemed to falter once again, before turning around and letting his pants drop to the floor, followed by him sitting on the bed as he pulled his slacks off and his socks.

Now fully naked. sitting at the foot of the bed, he turned his head and upper torso around sheepishly to look nervously back at JD, their eyes connecting in furtive glances.

"Stand up!" JD said firmly, half commanding, half imploringly, his stern voice leaving no doubt he wanted to peruse the bounty that was Jake's body.

Slowly Jake rose, the full incredible glory of his ample twin ass cheeks coming into full view, protruding like two large melons carved majestically from rock-hard granite, the striated cords of muscular sinews rippling under his taut creamy skin.

JD half chuckled to himself, this was a guy who didn't spend much time shirtless let alone naked outside, his farmers tan a testament to that.

Again, Jake seemed to stare hesitantly back over his shoulder at him as he continued to appreciate his posterior view for a little while longer, that is until JD grew impatient to see the rest: "Turn around." he suggested encouragingly, his growing anxiousness to drink in the entirety of his new husband, evident in the timbre of his thickening voice.

Slowly Jake complied, his actions almost hesitant, his bowed head confirmation to JD that his reticence was more than just a shy bashfulness and was exactly what he suspected. There was something Jake was embarrassed to show him, and to JD, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what that something was.

JD's thoughts drifted to his first time seeing Jason's impressive manhood. In truth, it had fascinated him that someone as attractive as Jason wouldn't want to parade around showing off his prodigious endowments. But, JD remembered how much trepidation Jason had in revealing, let alone discuss what he surprisingly considered an embarrassing deformity.

He remembered the anger and frustration Jason had felt over Rebbecca Wheeler and the other cronies in their harpy squad having made him the brunt of jokes and made him out to be some sort of freak. But JD didn't share their sentiment, and even though he only had the one chance to share a truly intimate moment with Jason, he had truly looked forward to many more encounters where they could explore the challenges his endowments presented.

To JD's way of thinking, sex was about pushing boundaries. He had done so many times with Timmy. There were things he did with him he never imagined he would be into until he tried them and it had taught him not to be so narrow-minded about enjoying and exploring new sensations.

Jason was a perfect example of that. In all his encounters with Timmy, he had never once sucked Timmy's dick, but it was practically the first thing he had wanted to try when he saw Jason's big cock, recalling just how big and juicy it had appeared to him to be, how his mouth had watered at the thought of just holding it in his hand for the first time, the weight of it as it throbbed expectantly, the smell the heat of it, practically begging his lips to caress it, his tongue to lick and savor its fleshy turgidity and how it made him yearn to stuff it into his mouth and gorge himself on the seeping nectar of his manly juices.

Since that first time, back in his bedroom with Jason, he repeatedly relived that afternoon in his mind, playing it over and over again. His thoughts and desires had forced him to conclude, that it wasn't just how he felt about Jason that had fascinated and intrigued him into sucking cock for the first time, but he also had to admit, in part, it had to do with the alluring charm and magnitude of his manhood that had enticed and compelled him to do so as well.

Those were now the thoughts that ran through his head as Jake turned to face him and once again JD found himself even more aroused by his lurid expectations, but nothing could have prepared him for the reality of his current situation.

Gobsmacked wasn't usually in the lexicon of words that usually came first to mind to JD, but as Jake now stood directly in front of him, completely exposed, it seemed the only fitting word that could best describe what he was experiencing now.

Jake wasn't just big, he wasn't just well hung, what dangled between his slightly parted oaken thighs was best compared to monstrous.

Limp, he was almost every bit as big as Jason was completely hard. It hung pendulously three-quarters of the way down his thighs over a set of hairy balls that looked like a thick-skinned scrotum stuffed with a very large grapefruit.

Wide-eyed, JD gawked at it, doing an almost cartoonish double-take shake of his head as he tried to take it all in: "Jeezus criminy dude how the hell have you kept that thing hidden away all this time?"

Embarrassed, Jake's hands shot defensively over his humongous genitals in a vain attempt to conceal it from view.

It was a futile effort at best and JD wasn't having any of it.

Scooting quickly down to the end of the bed, JD brushed Jake's large hands away, before looking up into his red blushing face and sternly announcing: "Quit acting like such a wimp dude, I thought I married a man not some pussy!"

Jake's timid scowl shifted into a somewhat quizzical half-grin: "You're not freaked out by how big and gross it is?"

JD laughed as his right hand came up to cup the meaty, bulbous foreskin-covered glans in his palm, enjoying the hefty weight of it: "Big, yes..." he said admiringly: "Gross, never."

JD smiled up at him and leaned his head forward and planted a kiss to the tumescent, hooded knob.

Rising up on his knees on the foot of the bed, JD dropped his meaty member and wrapped his arms around Jake's broad, muscle swollen neck, and pulled his head down until their lips crashed together.

Startled, it took Jake a few moments to realize that JD was genuinely not repulsed by his little secret and in fact seemed encouraging if not eager for the intimacy Jake had always longed and dreamed for with JD.

For the last three years, he had stayed away, fearing JD might figure out how he truly felt about him.

Back when he was sixteen and realized he was pining for a boy three years younger than him, scared that what he was feeling would somehow find its way to the surface and he would be exposed for harboring such illicit thoughts for someone so young. He had tried desperately to push those emotions and desires away, hide them in the deepest, darkest recesses of his consciousness, never once allowing himself to consider any other alternative until he got that fateful call from Max Donnelly three months ago.

He had thought Max crazy for suggesting a potential union between them and had tried to shrug it off until Max revealed that he knew about the suppressed feelings he held for JD. That he in fact had known about them all along, but at the time realized that they weren't yet mature enough to explore them mutually and in truth wouldn't have considered it now, if it hadn't been for JD's unwitting but willful transgressions.

He hadn't foreseen JD's involvement with Jason but had related his explorations with another boy, who turned out to be Timmy. He had known back then, that what he was doing with Timmy was just exploratory and he was just expanding the nature of his sexual interest.

Jake knew the history of those within the Heritage, knew their proclivities and attractions all too well but had thought that JD might be one of those who leaned more toward females than males and had basically convinced himself that any thoughts toward developing any kind of lasting relationship with JD, was just wishful thinking on his part.

But Max's words had planted a seed of hope in Jake, one that needed very little encouragement to foster growth and had allowed Jake a slither of hope he could have his heart's desire if he was willing to put away his fears and place his trust in fate.

And here he was, married and in the arms of the one person he had always thought was beyond his reach.

The last of Jake's apprehensions and anxieties faded into oblivion as he took JD in his arms and eased him back onto the bed to lay nearly on top of him, crushing him with his full weight as their tongues darted into each other's mouths as they tried desperately to consume each other's breaths.

JD could feel the stirring of Jake's flaccid phallus and pushed at him until he flipped over onto his back, their lips never parting as they continued to explore the depths of each other's mouths.

While they continued to kiss, JD's right hand stroked Jake's inner thigh, caressing his way upward in circular motions until his hand brushed against his bloated testicles and began gently cupping and kneading them in the palm of his hand, enjoying the feel of their hefty weight.

Jake's deep guttural moans caused JD to pull back and stare longingly into his lover's eyes, almost mesmerized by the depth and breadth of the passion contained within them.

JD's hand moved up to grasp the spongy base of his stirring dong and flipped it upward until it flopped down with a loud, meaty thud against his rippling abdomen.

As he began to gently fondle his slowly expanding organ, JD watched in riveted fascination as it engorged, and pulsed to life under his pawing touch.

He tried gripping its circumference more firmly in his encircling fingers, but his digits soon parted as it swelled to ever-expanding proportions.

Limp, it had been every bit as big as Jason's hard cock had been, but the gargantuan trunk of turgid flesh continued to swell way beyond anything he had ever thought humanly possible.

JD had heard the term horse-cock before and he had actually seen one when they visited a farm during a school outing and one of the stallions corralled outdoors had gotten an erection, causing more than a few gasp and giggles from his classmates, and the thing between Jake's legs could easily be compared in both length and girth to what he had seen.

His hand, unable to fully circumvent its diameter, began, almost absentmindedly petting it like some arbitrary creature he was affectionately familiarizing himself with, stroking it repeatedly like some favored dog or cat as it continued to expand and inflate to new dimensions.

Once fully erect, Jake's humongous manhood stretch from his groin to the center of his chest. In total, it seemed comparable to a third arm, both in length and overall size.

Its massive helmet-shaped glans were nearly the size of JD's own fist, the thickest part of the shaft, toward the base, easily as big around as his own bicep.

It lay there, stretched across Jake's torso, pulsating and throbbing with a life of its own, beckoning to him to touch, caress, massage, and stroke it and JD yielded to those urges, hefting the behemoth into the air until it stood like a fleshy flagpole spouting from his furry crotch.

JD straddled Jake's lap and hugged it to him, his own cock and balls pressed tightly against it as his hands pumped it slowly until glistening pea-sized droplets of precum began to dribble from the flaring lips of his urethra.

Driven by the erotic tones of Jake's ever-increasing moans, JD pressed the tip of his tongue against the exposed frenulum and swabbed his way in slow circles to the glans orifice, where his puckered lips began to sip the pre-coital lubricant into his mouth, so he could savor the succulent manly nectar.

Jake's piss lit was easily big enough that he could have slipped his index finger into it, but instead, JD used his supinating tongue to pry his urethra open before snaking its way a couple of inches into it, capturing even more of his seminal fluids and eliciting even louder groans from Jake.

JD did his best to encircle the full girth of Jake's lavender-hued cockhead with his overly stretched lips, but could barely manage half of it. But, what he did fit into his mouth, he sucked and licked like a hungry calf feeding off its mother's udder, slurping, siphoning, and noisily feeding on the copious bounty of dick dribble ever drooling from Jake's schlong.

Growling with desire, Jake suddenly sat up. flipping JD on his back once again, kissing him briefly before licking his way down JD's neck and chest, where he teased and suckled each of his nipples, one after the other repeatedly until they began to swell almost painfully, causing JD to squirm and moan.

Pushing Jake's head away from his chest, JD sat up, grasped his face in the palms of both his hands, and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his thick lips: "If I don't cum soon dude, I'm gonna blow a gasket" JD panted between kisses when he suddenly flipped around and scooted underneath Jake in a sixty-nine position, with Jake on top and him on the bottom.

Grabbing the back of his neck and pulling Jake's face into his crotch, JD, in turn, began licking the thick veiny shaft of his throbbing, mammoth organ in long, lashing strokes until he reached the base of his cock and his tongue began to wetly swab his bloated, hairy nutsack.

At first, Jake mirrored his actions, but soon worked his way back up JD's shaft, then flipped it upward with one hand as the other cupped his balls, his tongue licking the top side of his dick from the base to the foreskin covered tip.

Pulling the folds of skin away, pealing it back over his drooling cockhead, Jake began lavishing the exposed, leaking glans with the flat of his tongue before stuffing it into his mouth and applying an alternating suction/lapping technique that was nearly driving JD wild.

JD in turn, driven solely by lust and desire, did his best to stuff Jake's prodigious gonads into his mouth, eventually settling for one at a time, realizing fairly quickly, their sheer size prevented him from encompassing both at the same time.

Jake responded by diving deeper onto JD's pulsating seven-inch boner until it slammed against the back of his throat.

Emboldened by Jake's deepening oral manipulations, JD slipped past Jake's balls and began licking his way down his taint, his arms and hands swinging over him to grip the massive mounds of his muscular buttocks and began prying them apart as his swirling tongue sought out his hairy pink pucker.

From the very first exploratory thrust of JD"s oral appendage into his hirsute crevasse, Jake growled deeply and thrust his mouth completely over JD's palpitating schlong, engulfing it completely in the warm, wet sheath of his throat, until his nose ground against his balls, grunting hot air through his nostrils as JD's long salivating tongue dove deep into his quivering anus.

As in all things, actions have consequences and for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

In this case, their relentless oral assault on each other culminated in the near-simultaneous, explosive release of their testicular juices.

Sensing their emanate orgasms, JD once again flipped their positions, driving his dong even deeper into Jake's sucking mouth as he pulled his head from between Jake's legs and grasped his thrumming phallus between his clutching fist and dove his own mouth over the tip of Jake's pulsating glans just as it released the first, voluminous volleys of jetting hot sperm into his oral cavity.

Likewise, JD's own dick felt like it was exploding in Jake's undulating throat, squirting copious amounts of his own ball juice straight down into Jake's gullet.

Gulping what seemed like mouthful after mouthful of near molten jizz from the spewing tip of Jake's erupting piss slit, JD struggled to constrain the sheer magnitude of spouting splooge, tightening his suctioning lip lock, devouring the pungent, cannoning ball sap, relentlessly until the blasting jets of his volcanic orgasm subsided into a steady, but decreasing drivel.

Sated and breathless, they collapsed side by side, each lost in their own passionate stupor.

"I don't think I'll have to eat for a week after that!" JD mused, between breaths, elbowing Jake playfully.

"That's a shame..." Jake retorted, grinning ear to ear impishly, as he flipped on his side, his torso slightly elevated, supported by his right elbow as he gripped the base of his still rock hard eighteen-inch phallus and slapped it noisily against JD's abs and chest: "I was just gonna say, there's a lot more where that came from!"

JD chortled, his hand coming up to ruffle Jake's sweaty hair, before pulling him down by the neck and planting a few tender kisses on his face and lips.

Just as Jake pulled him into his arms and sealed their mouths together, there came a thunderous knocking at the cabin door.

Wrapping himself in only a blanket, Jake practically slid down the steps to the level below, and with a stern look on his face and more than a few choice words on his lips for whoever dared to interrupt their lovemaking, he slung the cabin door open angrily only to be brushed aside by a very determined Carl: " I hate to disturb the nuptials boys, but your Dad sent me to fetch you."

JD peered down at them from atop the loft, clutching a pillow over his groin, a look of consternation on his face: "Are we under attack again?!" JD queried worriedly, his concerns mirrored by Jake's own expressions.

Carl smiled stoically, his hand reaching up to gently touch Jake's shoulder while locking eyes with JD: "It's time JD..." Carl paused for a second, his grin broadening: "Andrea just went into labor!"