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Nineteen, Rescued

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There may be legal complications where you live, so please be of a legal age and not breaking the law by even having this site open. You will continue to read about two or more men having sex and some of my kinkier fantasies. Everyone in this story is a completely fictional char-actor, unfortunate since I could fall in love with one or two of them. I hope you continue to enjoy the story.

Junior and I were alone in the cavern for eighteen days when Hieronymus and Jeff were able to break through the floor of the house Jeff's family had been using for vacations to reach the third floor. It took them another day to find their way around the halls to find the hole we had gone through. They were well equipped with lights and ropes, the first thing they dropped was an amplified microphone packed between ten bottles of water. When I was able to explain they needed to use a brace that stretched out beyond where the roof of the cavern might break in they spent a full day transporting planks from the storehouse we had created for building materials when we were encasing the village in metal. Joey stayed with us overnight as the others braced the ceiling, having lowered food and enough water to sluice off the majority of the dust that had built up since the last night we had been active.

Junior and I had rationed out the food from the two back packs and some cans that Noel had managed to find. The stove lasted for the first ten days, after that we didn't even have coffee with the cold canned food. We had about half the quantity of water you are supposed to need but until the food ran out it had seemed to be enough. We both remembered and repeated old stories about this or that person supposedly surviving on a deserted island by drinking piss. I knew the stories were not good blueprints for survival beyond a few days. When Luis and I were getting in drinking piss seriously we had spoken with a kidney specialist that explained there was nothing wrong or even unhealthy about drinking piss if you were fully hydrated but to attempt living on nothing but piss without water and juices containing ions and minerals would dehydrate your body faster than not having any fluids.

Even our cum had less volume due to the lack of fluid in our bodies. We had discussed the idea of not having sex any longer after about the fourth day of rationing but decided that we would both rather die from however much the exercise depleted our bodies than feeling frustrated because we couldn't touch each other. As far as I was concerned sex was the reason I stayed awake. I missed my boys and would do anything to get back to them but once I couldn't dig for more gold there was nothing for us to do but wait to be rescued and have sex when we were able.

I tried to convince Noel that he should carry me up the way he brought me down but he either was unwilling or unable. There were days and nights that he joined us, it wasn't until around the eighth day when I wouldn't allow Noel to separate me from Junior that he joined in any three-way action. Junior did not like the cold feeling on his cock so he didn't try inviting Noel to join us although he did allow Noel to suck his cock, I had learned that although Noel's anal sphincter might only be as thick as a sheet of paper his cock was the same as it had been when he was alive except for not being hot and shooting cum; it wasn't too surprising that the spirit couldn't shoot cum, but disappointing.

We were beginning to have less energy by the end of the first week. On the good side Junior was recovering from the fall a little everyday and the bruise was turning yellow instead of black. The broken ribs hadn't done any healing so that side of his body was off limits to my touch but by that point I could touch anything else so I was fucking him as well as being fucked. It was around the seventh or eighth day that we began to worry that we wouldn't be rescued very soon if at all so our sex was restricted to once a day, Junior hated that as much as I did but we needed to save energy.

"I can't remember when I was ever only having sex once a day." I learned more about his days growing up in an Indian village. I hadn't known that where the Indians lived in Oklahoma weren't reservations, he taught me about their way of life and attempted to teach me some of his native language. After I explained to him that there had been times in my life when I couldn't even masturbate because of the wounds across my stomach he began insisting I have the odd bite of food and finish a bottle of water claiming it more important that I survive since the boys would need me as they grew older.

We talked at length about the boys, their fathers and what it was like carrying a child inside me for nine months. He really let me know how sad he was that I wouldn't be able to have another child. I tried to explain some of the negative parts of being pregnant and recuperating from the operation required to remove the boys but he didn't seem to think any of that was a good enough reason to deny myself the chance to give another man the blessing of our union. I understood what he was trying to tell me but there wasn't any way for me to go back to before the last operation. I didn't regret asking Rhoda to remove the ovary even though it was against everything she believed we needed to do to make the village thrive, I needed to feel more completely a man and bearing more children would not have allowed that even if I was the one fucking in the next relationship..

"What if you fall in love and have a man that loves you?"

"Junior, isn't that where every other man on Earth is? I wasn't even thinking that way before I carried four children, two of whom may be able to do the same for a man of their own. For thousands of years there have been men that wished they could give their partner a child. I was never one of those men, I would have loved to find out my partner was able to give me a son but I wasn't one of those that wanted to feel what it is like to be pregnant or experience giving birth. I remember having that conversation when I was a junior in college with the Liberation Front, out of thirty men talking only two of us really didn't think it would be great to give a child to the man they loved. If we ever tell the boys they might be capable it will only be if I learn they are having sex with men, it would be a horrible thing to tell a man fathering his own children by women. What would he think? Would he want the ovaries torn out of his body or attempt an artificial insemination?

"When I learned I had a dead fetus inside me I freaked out. I thought I was everything wrong that the opponents of gay sex claimed. For months after the fetus was removed I didn't have receptive anal sex. The doctor assured me that there was no way I would become pregnant through oral sex and claimed that the ovary that had been left in my body was too immature to produce an egg that would mature if fertilized. Besides the ovary, the doctor had removed what he thought would be necessary for me to have to have a child grow in me again, it takes more than just the egg.

"The doctor did a lot of research and about six months later handed me three sheets of paper that had a neatly typed protocol for what I should do if I were to find myself pregnant again. He then handed me a small carrying case that held vitamins and a half dozen tubes of hormones that he said would help to keep the child alive until I decided what I wanted to do. He agreed that having the fetus removed would most likely be the smartest thing to do but he wanted me to have a choice. We both worried not only about what it would do to me but if the child would be normal.

"He had joined a a gynecological doctor in doing a complete autopsy of the fetus including hundreds of tests not generally includes with an the hospital examination, I had no idea what the tests were supposed to tell him. The doctors weren't able to say why the fetus died but were able to tell me that there were no abnormalities evident that would have prevented a normal life if I had managed to carry the child to maturity. Luis never learned that I might have given him a child had we not been drinking so heavily at the time, my doctor was fully aware that I didn't want anyone knowing. He wanted a child so badly that he left me to share a house with a lesbian that would have been willing to pay him for his sperm if he had insisted on staying with me. He is such a handsome man that he was regularly teased about selling sperm. He and I saw each other one night a week for a few months until I got too jealous sharing him and asked him not to come back.

"That was only a month or so before the attack, he had followed my request although he had called every week asking if I was ready for him to return. By that time I was already carrying Ton and Dana although I didn't know it, the doctor had sent me to get an MRI since he thought that would be more accurate than any other test. Due to the location of my major discomfort he thought I was having pain associated with my pancreas, I was having some of the classic signs including vomiting and fever. I was in the machine, one that should have been sent to the trash heap years before Earth was attacked. You have heard the rest of my life from people around the dinner table."

"Were you in love with Luis?" After everything we had already said about ourselves I wasn't ashamed to answer him.

"I think I was. He really hurt me when he broke off our relationship to go have a child with a woman." I always considered he had broken the relationship although I had been the one to ask him not to return to our bed.

"Didn't you have sex again until you met Jude's father?" He looked shocked at the thought. I almost laughed.

"No, I was having a lot of sex. There was Tony who wanted to fuck or be fucked every time I turned around. Jesus, he was so horny once he started having sex with me that I wondered how he still had cum in his balls to still be able to shoot at the end of the day. You, know Joey, he is the father of Jude and Shiloh, he wants sex at least twice a night, giving and receiving as much as possible. Noel died before we had a chance to have sex again after our first night his first and only sex, that may be why his spirit needs to have more sex. And now you are added to the mix."

One of the nights after that first week Junior told me of his exploits with girls, boys and some of his elders. As often as he had been in trouble for having sex with underage girls and younger boys, so many claimed he raped them that I was surprised he had managed to live long enough for his father to find him. That his father had screwed half the women in their town when he thought about it meant that he was probably having sex with brothers or sisters without even knowing it. He did learn when he was a senior in High School that he had screwed two teacher, sisters that his father had screwed before he was born.

Every once in a while he would get caught sneaking in or out of someone's house by an unhappy parent, if he was taken to the Sheriff his only punishment was to get gang banged by the entire department. That had happened often enough that he would have his pants off as soon as whoever was complaining left the Sheriff's office. He never told anyone in the village but there were weekends that he would turn himself over to the Sheriff for breaking some law just to get his ass fucked by men that knew what they were doing instead of high school boys.

There was so much sex happening in the village that when he tried going off to a community college and found out the white girls were not very interested and all the non-native boys hostile to having sex with him he headed home with no plans other than to get laid. He was old enough by that time that the Sheriff and his deputies had moved on to younger boys and when complaints were made he was actually punished. I had seen some of the scars without knowing why he had them but he took an afternoon and pointed out each scar on his chest, arms and legs telling me by whom or why he was punished.

The morning of the attack on Earth he and his brother had been put in two iron hot boxes not for something they physically had done themselves but for talking a ten year old boy into letting their dog mount him. They had called the dog to follow them, he dragged the boy around their house and they left the boy and dog knotted together on the street in front of the boy's home. The boy's mother had filed a complaint not only with the Sheriff but with the Tribal Chief, the Chief had demanded the Sheriff start raising the level of their punishment or he would exile them from the town..

When their sister found them the next day they were closer to death than we were while he talked. It cheered me that he knew what it was like to be close to death and that we weren't there according to the way he was feeling. His sister would never tell her brothers or her father when he returned how she had survived the attack or known where to find the boys. They hadn't known her very well although she lived on the street between their mothers' houses, she did what was necessary to help them recover. He thought there would never be sex for him again as they looked around the town and found that they were the only ones alive. They stuck together scavenging their town and neighboring towns' grocery stores for everything they needed.

They had been out of their beds three or four days, Junior had been laying outside jacking off when his sister walked up on him with their brother. Junior had been without a partner for too long to care who they were. He asked them which of them was going to suck his cock. That they were family didn't matter that much to him; he and his brother had been in three-ways and when desperate had even fucked each other. For a few minutes he thought it was hopeless and went back to jacking his cock and closed his eyes. So what if he was being watched by his brother and sister? Surely his sister had seen a cock before that. Finally he felt a soft tongue licking at his balls. He slowed down his stroking hoping at the minimum he was going to get a blow job. As if she had been reluctant to suck her brother his sister slowly took the head of his cock in her mouth and gave him the worst blow job he had ever had: she had even spit out his cum right on his balls.

She sucked his brother when she finished and then told them that one of them was going to have to do her as well. At first Junior was thinking at last he would be able to fuck but she stopped him and insisted that he use his mouth just like she had. Until their father showed up she was getting twice the sex they were but at least she had improved with the practice and was able to take more of their cocks than just their heads. It was barely a week before Henry showed up that she had started to allow the brothers to fucked her ass every few days if they ate her pussy and ass first. By the time he was telling me about fucking her he had his fingers in my asshole running them in and out, playing with my prostrate every few times he rammed them in, I really wanted him to fuck me. I was jealous of all the action his sister had been getting from that tongue.

"Didn't you feel bad about using your sister?"

"Why? She was using us, too. Besides who do you think Noah's children were fucking? Some of the animals they took with them or each other? If Adam and Eve were real their kids must have fucked each other just to start the human race, you can't believe they were doing it with the Angels. Every creation story starts with two people, how do we get more unless the brothers and sisters have sex? Or are you one of those that believes the father has the right to fuck his daughters?" We must have napped after that talk. I don't remember either of us answering those questions. I could and should have told him I wasn't one of those fathers that claimed the right to fuck his children.

We had been there ten days when I started to think about us getting filthy. I was kicking myself, when I left Maine I said I would wash everyday but it had been more than a week and all either of us had washed was our face. Junior had never admitted enjoying water sports although before we were trapped he had told me twice that if I wanted I should feel free to use his mouth as a urinal instead of Jesus, Joey, Franco or Tiffan. We had scraped a single meal for each of us out of a small can of chili without beans Noel had dropped on the mattress that morning. He had to know we both needed more food and water but he was acting more like a sadistic jailer than the benevolent friend that had helped me get to a man needing my help. I had begged him to find more water but he only brought us a small bottle every few days.

"Junior, we need to wash. I don't think there is enough water to use for bathing so instead of wasting your piss after dinner or before bed give me a shower. I will do the same for you if I can produce enough. We might smell like piss, but at least we won't be caked in filth from the floor and the dust I have been raising when digging for gold." I had no idea what he was going to think about the idea I proposed but even if he wouldn't allow me to piss on him I was going to insist on him showering me.

"There are a few bottles of our piss that I haven't pitched. They won't be enough to get us completely clean but with what we have in our bladders tonight we might manage to get wet everywhere and wipe the dirt and mud off with one of the shirts or the extra blanket.

"I was ready to piss on myself tonight if you didn't." We had both used empty bottles during the night if we woke needing to piss, finding our way fifty feet in the dark might have had us hurting ourselves.

"The first time you drank my piss you told me that you had never allowed anyone to piss in your mouth or on your body. I wasn't sure you would be ready for this." I was glad to hear he was thinking the same way I was, fresh piss and anything we had in bottles should clean off most of the dirt.

"It's yours, that is good enough for me." Junior had been getting more clingy as the days passed. Saying things like that about cum and licking my ass, now about drinking and showering in piss. He had been getting more desperate as he licked my ass as our food rationing became more severe, it felt as if he was digging for shit: I wanted to ask him but the idea that he would eat shit was more than I found palatable. I didn't think I could ever kiss him again if he did.

I waited until the very last moment before the piss escaped my bladder on its own, I wanted to shower him as thoroughly as possible and knew aiming would help. Instead of yellow or the light orange we were starting to piss my waste ran a muddy brown as it ran out of his hair and down his face. I held back as much piss as I could and washed his face a second time with it running over his chest onto his crotch, plus parts of his legs and feet.

I had been keeping my hair much shorter than Junior's so he was able to wash the top of my head and face quicker and use a lot less piss. As he washed my face and throat with his waste I thought I was going to orgasm I was enjoying the warmth and wet so much. When he sprayed both of my armpits and let the last of his piss dribbled on my back all I could think was why did we wait so long? It wasn't smart but we both lapped at our own piss in our favorite parts of the other's body.

After that night we did our best to wash each other before heading to bed to sleep at least every other night. One day might be the front and the next the back, when Junior aimed his stream of piss at my asshole I knew he would be spending as long as I wanted with his tongue in me. I wasn't crazy about using the over night bottles but after a few days we weren't as filthy as when I first broached the subject of using piss to get us clean although we definitely smelled.

I stopped digging for gold about the end of the second week. Neither Junior or I would spend more time than it took us to walk to the shit can off the mattress. We only had a few cans of fruits and two or three packets of water packed seafood left when I stopped digging. We had no idea if we would be rescued at that point and threw ourselves a "feast", we each had a packet of seafood and shared a can of fruit.

"Roger, I've been trying to allow you to have more of the food than I have eaten. Now we are at the point that I demand that you take all of the food that's left. Your boys need you more than anyone needs me."

"They may miss me, but the village will raise them just as it has been doing since the day they were born. Jude may have a hard time without me but he is strong and will learn to survive on his own. Joey will be able to help he and Shiloh, there have been boys that have lived with their fathers and no mothers for hundreds of years."

"But they love you."

"I hope so, still they will be well taken care of and that is what is most important." Junior was trying to lick my armpits even though I had tried to stop him when we started rationing water, it didn't make sense for him to lose his bodily fluids that way, still I love having my pits licked and found it hard to stop him.

"Roger, you tried to explain the position you had to take to get Joey deep enough to get you pregnant. Why haven't we ever tried that position?"

"I never thought you would enjoy having me tied up like that."

"Tonight. We have feasted, now we need to give each other the best of their body." Junior always had fingers on my butt when he said things like that.

"I've had your tongue and you've had all of my cock." I honestly believed those were the best of our bodies.

"Why are you being so difficult? I want to know if I can find that slit that you have only felt a man's cock in, what twice?"

"No, I have felt it a half dozen times since the first time Joey told me what it felt like on his cock." None of those times had been with Junior although his cock was every bit as long as Joey's. I was afraid as weakened as I was from the lack of food that should he manage to fuck the slit and cause that huge orgasm I might pass out. I let him know what might happen before I rolled back and let him put my feet behind my neck, easier than it had ever been since some of my muscle was gone. I should say more than some, Junior let me know that my butt was almost all skin and bone without enough padding to slap without hitting the bones and possibly breaking them.

I enjoyed the loving care Junior gave my butt. He swore he would have removed the hair if either of us had thought to carry a bathroom laser with us. He spent time separating the hair until he said that it was combed back without a single hair crossing my asshole. I thought he was doing that to prepare me for his tongue but he slid in a finger working it around the entire circumference until he was able to slide the thumb of his opposite hand into me. With both thumbs in me spreading my asshole he let me know that he was trying to open my ass without expending as much energy as we normally did when fucking or it took him to eat me out.

I didn't care why he was doing what he was doing. I was already close to an orgasm, if he had put his mouth over the head of my cock I would have shot. We were down to almost the end of the grease we had thought to throw in our back packs but we still had enough for his thumbs. It was good we both had packed a tube.

"Roger," he slid his thumbs in far enough that I could tell that there was nothing more to come, "You have been having sex with three or four men for the last few years. If we get out of here I want this hole to be mine. Do you understand? I don't want you to allow anyone else to fuck you."

"Junior, this isn't the time to tell me that, I may want everyone of the guys to fuck me when we see them again. We can talk about it after we get out of here." He didn't like my answer and pulled at my asshole from front and back spreading me longer. I was always tight for the men that fucked me but if he kept it up he would be sliding into a sloppy, greasy hole that didn't grip his cock.

"I am asking you to marry me, idiot."

After all the times I had sworn I didn't want to settle into monogamy or monotony I found it unbelievable that I was considering the proposal Junior made. Was I willing to give Joey up? Or Noel's freezing cock?

"Just fuck me, Junior." He held back, running his thumbs back and forth pulling and stretching me further every time.

"I'm not going to fuck you until you promise me we will get married."

"Junior, the village hasn't approved the idea of marriage for anyone. We want to live with the option of having sex with anyone that we care for when we want without there being any repercussions. I might have been sleeping with Joey almost every night but when Noel offered to go to bed with me I was willing and available. I don't feel like I'm cheating on Joey with you."

"Roger, I want you to only be with me. I don't care if the village hasn't agreed to marriage, my brother is permitted to unite couples by our tribe, our sister can do the rites necessary for us to be prepared for uniting." He switched one thumb for two fingers that gave me more of a need to be fucked.

"Junior, marriage always signifies that one person has more power and authority within the couple and I will not give anyone power or authority over me in my house."

"Power? Authority? Monotony? I want to marry you because I love you! I promise never to become monotonous." The way his fingers were teasing me I had to admit I would find it hard to think of him as monotonous.

What the fuck? I untangled myself and allowed my feet to rest on the mattress. I wasn't thinking about the thumb and fingers still playing in my asshole I was thinking about what I had just heard. Junior loved me? Could it be true? Could it be that thrown together for two weeks his feelings for me were being expressed as love when they were actually gratitude or companionship?

"I promise I will talk to you about this if we get rescued. I can't imagine that I will be willing to stop all sex outside of our bed just to get married." I was doing my best to get out of the conversation and giving an answer.

"I didn't say you would have to. I can't believe I love you this much. But. If you marry me this hole is mine and my asshole is yours, no exceptions. What we do with our mouths and cocks? Just like they never have, no one will ever have authority over where my cock goes." He was looking at me so hard that I understood that he was willing to give me anything I wanted to guarantee that I would marry him.

I laughed at him. Was marriage that simple? As long as no one else was allowed to fuck me he would not be jealous? I had been living with Joey that way until Noel had made his offer and unfortunately I could see the jealousy on Joey's face. Would I be happy living with Junior the same way? For the time we had been together unable to fuck anyone human I had fucked a spirit, was it possible for me to be anally monogamous? Could I agree to living with only Junior fucking me?

"Fuck me, Junior." We didn't talk anymore until his cock was buried fully in me.

"Help guide the head of my cock to that slit you claim to have." I really didn't know exactly where the slit was other than from when the doctor had originally found it and told me it was two inches above the diaphragm. The different times Joey had found it I had felt fortunate, not like a guide.

"I think you are too far inside." I wasn't sure I was going to be able to guide him to where I thought Joey had found a way to opening the inner me.

"But you said only the longest of the cocks had been in the slit." He was really proud of the length of his cock so hearing he was too far inside me must have been confusing. At least every few days he had asked me if his cock was as long as Joey's.

"That's not what I said. Sure, Joey and you are the longest, but Luis wasn't as long as either of you and he was the first to reach it." If only I had know what he had accomplished when he opened the slit. I wonder if I would feel the way I do about him if he had died while I was in the MRI waiting for me instead of being banned from my life.

"Okay, try to talk me into it." He had his hands on my thighs holding himself back from sliding all the way inside me.

"Pull back until the head of your cock is all that is through the second muscles that grab your cock." I didn't know what he was feeling so guiding him was not easy. I was happy to have him trying, especially as his full length entered me..

"Stop. You pulled back a little too far. Slide through that muscle real slow." I love the feel of a cock going through our second opening, I suppose that is why I have always preferred long cocks fucking me. I had thought I was going to shoot my load the first time I ever had a man reach that far into me and spread that muscle and half the time I still feel that way. Junior followed directions well, I almost asked for him to do it again but he was after something else, I didn't know what it would do to me but I was hoping I would have the same reaction I had to Joey.

"I don't know if you can feel that but run your cock up the top of colon until you feel a slight tug." I wasn't sure he would feel a tug unless he was stopped over the slit but I didn't know what else to tell him that would be understandable or helpful: I tried picturing the MRI the doctor had used to show me the location of the slit, I wasn't able to think exactly where Joey had touched. "You need to go real slow."

"I'm not feeling anything different." He sounded so disappointed.

"Pull back again. This time get your cock angled like you are trying to force it through my belly button." I wished the inside of the colon past the diaphragm had enough feelings that would help me direct him but the only feelings I had were spread around, not concentrated enough to say this way or that.. The third time I felt his cock touch the slit and slowly forced myself onto the head of his cock, the slit was populated with so many nerve endings I thought I was going to pass out as his cock head slid in..

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What are you doing to me?" Junior was gasping for breath but was still pushing his cock into me the best he could. "Mother Sky, thank you for this man!" I can't repeat all the nonsense he was shouting to the gods of his tribe but I knew he was experiencing something that he had never expected to exist in his whole life. I can say I never heard anyone call on so many gods. He ranted the entire time his cock was buried in the inner slit having the head massaged like only the most accomplished cocksucker can while humming the Star Spangled Banner.

Later, laying side by side we found ourselves holding hands.

"I thought you were going to die on me."

"Did what I was doing to your cock feel like I was in the last minutes of my life?" I didn't know exactly how he felt or how much of my shaking and quaking he felt on the length of his cock. I was able to tell he had shot a tremendous load of cum in the slit. Like with Joey my body didn't want to leave go of his cock head. That's hard to explain to anyone that has never had their cock head stuck, Junior had entered the slit so smoothly that I knew I was grasping him right where the flange of the head melted back into the shaft.

"What you were doing to my cock? Hell no! The rest of your body flopping around like a fish out of water? Your eyes rolling back into your head? The limpness of your cock? The way your head flopped onto the mattress? That's right, Roger, everything but what you were doing on the inside. I hope we can do it again but I was worried about you." He grasped my hand tighter as he talked.

"What you're describing is part of the greatest orgasm a man can have. If it were possible to have those all the time I doubt I would leave bed, I might even allow myself to bottom for everyone or become a whore for the village. Nothing a person can do with the rest of their life measures up to that feeling except the moment you hold your child for the first time." It was close to a half hour after he had fully pulled out of me and my insides were still quivering. I don't think it would take a cock entering that hidden spot to set me off again although I had only felt that magnificent a few times and wasn't sure what just getting a cock through my asshole would do, right then.

"Roger, I have been having sex since I turned eleven. I have fucked nearly everything you can imagine and a few you shouldn't. I have been fucked by cocks large and small. Not once in the past fourteen years have I ever had an orgasm that drained me as much as you just did."

He had his nose buried in my armpit while he talked. Every time his tongue reached out far enough to touch me, my skin quivered like the side of a horse or cow at a humans touch. I think I remained feeling that way longer than the other times I had been taken to that internal orgasm. I was glad to know that Junior had joined Luis and Joey in being able to enter that secret place inside me. I pulled him to where his head was no longer in my armpit, his knee was pressed into my balls and his arm was stretched over my chest.

"Will Joey give you up or am I going to have to fight for you?" He had hold of the nipple to the opposite side of his body, squeezing tight.

"Get real, Junior. I'm not a junior high girl to be impressed by the boy that fights off all his competition. If either of you starts a fight because of me I will be quick to turn away from both of you." I was wishing I could reach his asshole right then. Although I had been thoroughly satisfied I still wanted to fuck.

The morning of the fifteenth day Junior barely woke. I had to force water down his throat. I couldn't tell if he was dying or if his body was going into a physical state comparable to the mental state you're in during a coma. I wasn't able to do more than minimally care for him and get off the mattress onto my knees to enable myself to piss in one of the bottles we had close to our bed. Getting back to the mattress by then was exhausting me so much that I was sleeping close to eighteen or nineteen hours a day, Junior was sleeping even more. If I didn't wake to piss I might have slept twenty-four hours a day.

When the first of the ceiling fell under the rescuers' hammers I had a fright that the entire ceiling was coming down on top of Junior and I and we would die without ever speaking to or hugging my boys again. It took some time for me to understand that what was falling from the ceiling was little more than some of the ceiling that they thought was too thin to hold them. It took them all day and well into the night to manage building enough support around the hole to lower Joey through the hole with food and coffee. Junior and I had both been begging for a cuppa from the moment we knew they were hearing me.

When Joey saw how weak we were from starvation and dehydration he went back up the rope ladder they had rigged and promised us to return the following morning with a better way of lifting us from the cavern floor. Our spirits were higher than they had been for more than a week. I couldn't talk about anything other than the boys the entire time Joey was with us. He assured me that I was all they were talking about, too.

Junior's sister had been doing some type of ceremonial dance every evening for the past week. His brother had refused to join her but within the last couple days Henry Sr. had. Half of the adults were shocked to hear Henry Sr. promise me his son in marriage should we survive, it wasn't that he was homophobic but he had been careful to stay separate from the men that had sex with each other including his son once they were in the village. That was the first words I heard that made me laugh. When Junior asked why I was laughing I told him about his father's promise. He turned very serious and said that now that he was promised there was no way for me to refuse his proposal.

"Is that so? How many ponies come with you?" He attempted to slap my butt but was too weak to reach that far.

"Joey, before we speak with anyone else we need to shower."

"I thought that was a sexy new cologne. Nobody will think anything about the two of you coming out of the Earth smelling like piss."

"The adults may not, but my boys and the other children definitely will. We need soap and water."

"I was kidding. Rhoda has been working with Uncle Jeff to get the shower in his other house working, with a way that you can be cleaned without standing. She doesn't want to take you to the village until you are well enough to walk there on your own and from what I've told her she doesn't think that will be sooner than a week or two."

"Will you and Tiffan bring my sons to visit me?" I think after all the times I had already mentioned them that I might have sounded pathetic asking that.

"He has the boys in the med center waiting to see you as soon as you look human." I should have known Tiffan would get the boys to me as soon as possible. He would have made a wonderful mother, working like a Nanny he was everything the boys need that I am unable to give them.

"What?" My mind must still have been dehydrated because I wasn't following who or how the boys were close.

"You look rather skeletal and might scare your sons." When Joey put a hand on my chest and I was able to tell there wasn't enough of a pec left to keep his hand from touching my ribs I was alarmed. I had thought that Junior had been losing too much muscle but I hadn't noticed I was as bad.

"Get me a hat and some loose clothes so they can't see anything other than my face. I might still scare them but I hope not too bad. Are there any Halloween masks?" I was so anxious to see the boys that if I'd had the strength I would have climbed the ladder Joey was using to come down and go back up.

Rhoda came down the following morning to give us a thorough check up. Junior was in worse shape than me just as I had thought but with water and a little soft food the day before was starting to rally a little.

"Roger, this is becoming a habit. You are going to be needing a couple months of rehab again. Do you like living in the Med center? We could probably fix you a cot there so you could stay full time." When I had been sick with wolf venom I had been the only one staying in the med center so I had used the hospital bed. After the attack on the village by the wolves there had been patients sleeping on mattresses on the floor. I wasn't going to do that and I wasn't going to make Junior do it either.

"Joey, do you think your parents will allow us to use their house while rehabbing?" For the most part the houses on the main level might be assigned to people but no one actually owned them. The houses the original occupants had on the second level were owned while not fully paid for, they were being purchased by Jeff and Hieronymus. I knew we should treat their houses differently than the houses on the other level.

"If he doesn't I'm going to have to resort to violence." Why was violence the back-up plan for the men?

"Ask, please. You and Tiffan can bring the boys to stay with us for a while. They will want to be with the other kids in a few days and you can take them home but I want them close for now, please?" He must have felt the difference between Junior and I but I hadn't said anything from the last time we had all been together. I wanted to have him take me in his strong arms and help me get to the med center but all he had done was give me a quick hug as I lay on the mattress.

"Joey, tell the others that we need to take Junior up first and to take him directly to the med center." Rhoda had been examining Junior's legs just before that pronouncement. I had seen his muscle mass slipping towards zero but hoped there wouldn't be more of a problem than I was going to have. I knew my blood pressure was already higher than normal and that I was fatigued most of the time, those were both results of what had been an unfortunate starvation diet.

When I looked at them I saw that Junior had fallen back into the coma like state he'd been in before Joey got us water. I think that is when I understood that I would accept his pledge of marriage, if when he recuperated he was still intent on our being wed.

Until they had Junior on a sledge and being raised from our grave Rhoda and I didn't speak about his condition. The idea of Junior stuck in the Med center while I was in a house with a comfortable bed wasn't acceptable until I heard one of the twins screaming that he wanted his Dad. After that the boys were the only thing on my mind.

I had Jude in my arms, barely able to hold him. If he hadn't had his arms around my neck it is likely he would have fallen. Tiffan and Joey helped me sit on the edge of a bed and called to the boys who were jumping on the mattress seconds later. If I'd anything in my stomach other than water I would have hurled from the way they were making the bed rock. Joey picked up Shiloh and Tiffan settled the twins fairly quickly. I could tell I was smiling, I was afraid that it would look like a grimace and bare my teeth to the boys, scaring them.

Dana got loose from Tiffan and attacked me. I fell back on the bed and almost instantly the other boys got themselves free of Tiffan or Joey and were crawling on top of me. I hate to admit it hurt but I wasn't about to push them off, I needed the feel of their little bodies against my skin. I must have looked like a Holocaust survivor, but my boys knew who I was and wouldn't leave go for a good hour. I think I had fallen asleep before Joey was able to pry Shiloh out of my arms.

"Joey, why did it take so long for you all to get back to rescue us. I thought you would be back the next day," I wanted to yell at him but in the end he had rescued us so I was trying to remain calm.

"When we got back to the center Jeff was so frightened by what he had seen that he talked the rest of the village into leaving you. He tried for a week to convince everyone that if you were able to walk through the air to a surface forty feet below us that you should be able to walk back up."

"So neither of you had seen the ladder or Noel?"

"I thought I had seen Noel, but I hadn't seen a ladder. Once you were down in the cavern and trying to help Junior you were all we saw. It seemed to me that you were getting assistance with the mattress and then with Junior's feet but I couldn't see what was helping you. Jeff thought there must be demons in the cavern. I tried to convince everyone that if there were demons you would have been trying to get away as fast as you could. Junior's older brother wanted their sister to figure our what type of spirit was with the pair of you but she refuse. Chuck tried to tell Jeff and I that it must be his son's spirit trying to help you. Although I had seen Noel earlier I didn't think it possible that he was still hanging around to help you."

"But that still doesn't say why you took so long to come after us."

"I knew it was going to take at least four of us to raise you the forty or so feet but only Chuck was willing to come with me. This week when the boys all started fussing and screaming that they wanted to see their father Hieronymus and Tiffan agreed to join the rescue party. I didn't think Tiffan would be much help since he was trying to keep the boys settled but I was afraid to leave you here any longer."

"Why did Rhoda take Junior to the Med center? And not me?" All of the boys had gone with Tiffan to the top level. I would have liked to have them there when I woke but there were other matters to attend to, namely Junior."

"He is not doing well. Rhoda thinks some of his organs were on the verge of shutting down when she examined him in the cavern.

"She and Karen are with him every minute. His sister is chanting and his brother is praying. You are better off here where you don't have to listen to all that noise.

"I don't think he has spoken since he was set down in the med center."

"Joey, find the wheel chair and take me to see Junior." I couldn't tell Joey what had happened to us in the cavern without him disbelieving everything I said.

"Where are your father and Uncle?"

"Boarding over the hole you went through."

"Did anyone bring up the cans of gold I sat on those boards at the end of the cavern?" I hoped I wouldn't have to return to get the gold even though it would make some things easier for the village."

"No. No one other than Rhoda and I went down into the cavern. I'll ask her, but I didn't bring it up. Why worry about gold?" He was giving me the same look Junior had when he asked about why I was digging out gold.

"Joey, gold will allow us to fix all the phones to work like walkie-talkies. Noel designed a relay box if we want to make them into cell phones but I think using them as walkie-talkies sound more practical."

"Okay. I'll go back." Although he hadn't seen any demons or spirits when he had joined us on the floor of the cavern he was still hesitant to be there alone.

"Get the others to go with you." My mind must have still been at less than normal functioning, I forgot about Junior and fell back to sleep.