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Subject: DOCTOR WHO, JESSE, AND JEREMY 172 https://www.youtube/watch?v=RwIhsS6Dc_4 LEWIS AND CLARK episode three MAST OR BAIT Jeremy ran from his post to the edge of the boat, ready to jump in but it was too late. He ran past two men who just stared out at the water. He turned to look at them accusingly. “We can’t swim, kid.” “Can’t swim?” Jeremy was shocked at that some of the men, these two at least, couldn’t swim. He turned to look at where Jesse had been. All Jeremy saw was the large tree bobbing in and out of the water where his lover once was! He barely breathed out, ube/watch?v=RwIhsS6Dc_4 passed a high cliff of rocks on the south side, and encamped on the north side. The land about this place is good and well timbered.” “June 6th is tomorrow’s date. We intend to set out by 7am. If we were to make good use of the wind that arose, we had to repair the mast.” The harshness of night gave way to the crispness, softening of the sky as dawn started to break from the sky. Through the trees, the light hazed from a dark, velvet black toward a soft violet pink. Jesse and Jeremy emerged from their tent. “These fucking mosquitoes,” Jesse slapped his neck. Jeremy nodded to Jesse before the men rose from sleep. The guards were asleep as well. “We escaping?” Jeremy whispered. “No. Where would we go? I mean I thought about it, too. How long would we last and where are we? I mean I have some idea but they have more. Exactly where we are. Plus, as much as I hate guns and to admit it, they are our protection against other Natives and maybe even some French guys that might not like us.” “I know. I’m glad the two we met today were friendly.” “Me, too. I almost wanted to go with them but I don’t know. Something…maybe the Doctor somehow in my mind…” Jeremy nodded to Jesse. Jesse nodded. “I know what you mean. I’ve felt the Doctor’s been trying to communicate to me, too. To us.” “I think he wants us to stay with the expedition.” “So why’d you wake me up?” Jesse asked. “The mast. We can start on mendin’ it.” “You’re starting to talk like them.” “It’s bound to happen. You sort of get like who you hang out with.” “Yeah,” Jesse shrugged and sighed. “I go to sleep in 2007 and wake up in an alien land. Where do we start?” “Let’s get those hatchets and see if we can shave off some of the wood.” “They might think we’re trying to get weapons.” “Chance we’ll take. We have to prove we’re worth keepin round.” “Okay,” Jesse agreed. “I’m on board.” Clark narrated, “Despite our misgivings at the two young men getting hands on hatchets and other tools, the mast wasn’t too far gone and the two strangers who have ingratiated themselves into our company were a huge hand in helping repair it.” Shirtless and in pants only, Jesse sat behind Jeremy as, using hatchets, each shaved off bits of broken wood from the giant log. It was down on the dirt, having matted down some of the very long grass. When he felt no one was watching, Jesse kissed Jeremy’s back in various places but this made Jeremy sweat even more than he already was. It also made him smile more than he was. “In fact, while the rest of us worked on getting supplies down for more of the trip through the river, it was Jesse and Jeremy who dog gone repaired the mast, practically alone. Although I saw that some of the men aided, mostly, York. He enjoyed their presence more than the other men, and in fact, so did I. Even my suspicious partner and admirer, Lewis, grew fond of them or so it seemed. I cannot help but wonder if it was some kind of subterfuge on his part.” June 26 Expedition reaches land that is present-day Kansas. June 27 “What the fuck’s this?” Jesse asked during one particularly bright and hot day. He leaned down and looked into the makeshift wooden cage one of the men built. Inside was a young wolf, just out of pup-hood. It looked at him, pathetic, pleading. “Possible food,” one of the men, Collins, answered him. “Food?” Jesse rose up from the wolf licking his hand through the cage and pursed his lips together. “Food?” Collins shrugged. bursa yabancı escort “Possible training like dog.” The man walked away. “All they good for, eatin or trainin…” “Fuck you,” Jesse murmured. “Not on my watch. Or as it may be, your’s either, dick.” Collins just laughed at him and walked away, shaking his head. Jesse cursed. “Fucking cunt. Don’t you worry,” he told the wolf. Night: as the only sounds were the crickets, Jesse waited until the men were asleep. There were guards but by now, he realized the men on this expedition weren’t that alert. He wondered why Lewis wasn’t that impressed by anyone or any of them in particular and now he knew. They weren’t very good. He snuck to the wooden cage and opened it, reaching out his hand with some deer meat he had. The wolf took it and looked at him with gratitude. If it could talk, Jesse thought, it would be thanking him right now. The wolf hesitated. “Go on,” he whispered. “Get out of here before I change my mind. When I get home to my time, I’ll probably find your descendants have overrun the United States. Make a change for the better.” The wolf remained. He faked to kick it. It looked at him. He bent down again. It licked his face. “Listen, you ain’t making this any easier. All life is precious.” The wolf blinked and a howl from beyond made it prick up its ears. It moved away from Jesse, who stood up again. “Family?” The wolf turned and started to run but then stopped and looked back at him. Jesse rose his hand up to wave and a tear came to his eye. It WAS thanking him. He smiled. The wolf ran off. “Go on, now. Go mate. Fuck, you can at least fuck free here without having to hide it. I mean my dick’s just aching for Jeremy’s …” he rubbed his crotch… Before he could finish the thought, he heard a gunshot. “No!” Jesse ran toward the perimeter guard man. “Please, God, no.” “His eyes give him away, even in this dark. I see them glowin’. ” 5ft 8� inches with a sandy complexion, fair colored hair, and gray eyes, Hugh Hall, was a fine looking man. He paused to look at Jesse. “Whach you distractin’ me fer, boy!” He took aim with his rifle again and had the back of the wolf in his sights. “I’ll do more than distract…” Jesse shouldered himself into Hall and the shot went wild. By now the rest of the camp sprung up and headed for them as well. The wolf was gone. Hall turned and rose his hand to smack Jesse but found his arm slung by another’s. At first, without looking Jesse was sure it was Jeremy but they had another ally now. The large African American York. He looked down at Hall from two feet higher and York immediately deflated, despite protests of a prejudicial kind. Jeremy went wide eyed but knew not to protest too much. “You can’t call him things like that!” Jesse backed up from both York and Hall. Hall looked at York and both understood where they were at. York disengaged Hall’s arm. Collins came forward. “My wolf’s gone.” “Own him, do you?” Jesse braved. “You been livin with injuns too long,” Collins told him. “Been thinkin like em too long.” Clark, who had been silent through all of this, spoke up, now. “They don’t believe in ownership of nature. It’s an foreign concept to them. They use it and believe it uses them.” “You don’t have to tell me,” Jesse snapped. “I know that.” “Did you let the wolf go?” Clark asked. Jesse though about lying but knew Clark might see through it. He hadn’t yet significantly tried to cover up his opening of the cage with less obvious signs that the wolf broke out on its own. “Yes,” Jesse said. He then added, defiantly, “Didn’t know it was a rule.” “We’ll let it go this time but next time…” “Mr. Clark…” Jeremy warned. He would not allow lashes to Jesse’s pure, unmarked and very hot back. “I told you, call me Captain,” Clark looked serious but then broke his reverie and smiled. Jeremy smiled and winked back at him. “And I said we will let it go. Your ways will be respected…” “Respected?” Collins protested. “That there was my wolf. Hall bursa sınırsız escort caught him for me and…” “Going steady courtin’, are ya?” Jeremy piped up. Jesse rose his eyebrows at Jeremy’s bravado. It was something he might have said…if he were quick enough. He smiled. The men all laughed. As Collins and Hall both made for Jeremy, to beat the living daylights out of him, Jeremy didn’t flinch. He waited for the moment to strike. He didn’t get the chance. Clark and Lewis both snapped at them to stop. They did so. Jeremy kept his eyes on the two enraged men anyway. “It could be a big day tomorrow. I suggest we all turn in,” Lewis suggested. Jeremy found himself wondering where Lewis would like to turn in. In any case, he decided to watch everyone leave before leaving himself, taking Jesse by the hand and leading him to their tent, covered in mosquito netting. Jesse tried to avoid a conversation about the wolf. “It’s summer but it sure is cold at night. Good thing we got these here blankets.” Jeremy took his boots off. “It’s not cold at all, Jesse,” Jeremy sat on the pile of blankets. “We doused them for fleas…” “Fleas? Uhhh,” Jesse moved back. “They’re gone. For now, anyway.” “I hate this.” Jesse untied his boots and kicked them off. “I absolutely hate being here!” “I know,” Jeremy sat down on the blankets. “C’m’ere.” Jesse greeted his outstretched right and with his. They took left hands, too and Jeremy drew him to himself, seating Jesse on top of his lap. He put his face over Jesse’s shoulder and kissed his cheek. Jesse turned and supplanted one on Jeremy’s mouth. He then moved his head back a bit. “Isn’t this a bit dangerous. Might they not be spyin’ on us, there?” “I doubt it,” he said. He moved his hands under Jesse shirt and removed it, careful not to rip it. He didn’t know how generous Clark would be if the ruined the clothes given to them. Jesse followed suit and removed Jeremy’s. “We’ll try not to make any sounds…” “Mmmmm,” Jesse said as he nuzzled into Jeremy’s face with his mouth. He found his neck, his shoulder, and his pecs. Jeremy hugged Jesse down to the blankets and they lay side by side, in each other, legs intermixed, and arms around each other. Jeremy felt up Jesse’s back and sides, hips, breathlessly. It had been sometime since they did this. Jesse panted and gasped as Jeremy removed Jesse’s pants, careful not to make too much noise. Jesse removed Jeremy’s. They found each other’s mouths again and tried desperately to melt into each other, from the mouth to the chest, their hard abs pressed into each other. Their torsos pushed into each other, skin on skin as they tried to become one. Becoming one between them was their members, vying for space, fighting for dominance. Neither succeeded, nor did either wane. The hoses grew to hardness while soft coated pre cum hosed over the heads, mingled to belly and torsos areas and smack slapped down shafts and up bellies. They were both wet in no time and the conductor of sperm caused almost as much arousal when they touched dick heads. Jeremy shuddered as did Jesse when their dicks mingled and the moved apart for a moment, only to jerk back together. They began to moan lowly but then louder and louder. “Shit,” Jeremy said, puffing and removing his tongue from Jesse. “Get under…” He held the blanket up for Jesse, having already put his own tight body under it. “Oh no,” Jesse said. “They’re perfectly clean. I did them myself…” “I’m gonna do you myself,” Jesse gave a mean face and eyebrows down and forehead wrinkled, he attacked Jeremy under the blanket. The blanket began to move up and down, up and down, sideways, sideways, up, sideways, down, tumbling, rolling. Jerking. Up. Up. Up. Loud moan. “Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh!” “Shhh. Shhaaaahhh!” “Ahh, fuck, you’re a master at that…attttt…” “Master?” “Oh shut up.” “Fuck me again!” “Then, I’ll fuck…oh fuck that’s…hawt!” “Shut up and just enjoy it!” “Ohhhhh, fucccccc…you’re …” “That’s hot!” “You’re taking it like…awwwohh, görükle escort you still got more in you. You’re still able to take it. Taking it like a trooper…” “Oh shit! That’s hot! A lot of it inside you. You got balls!” “This surprises you after all this time?” “Maybe? It still does me after all this time…FU…UCK!” They seemed to be in impossible tangles, even they couldn’t believe they could move into such positions. Jesse saw Jeremy’s throbbing head. “About to erupt like Krakatoa…” “Fuck yeah. Didn’t see Krak yet…” “I have…and I like it…” As they made love again, outside their tent, Collins and Hall led about 15 other men to the opening. Collins said, “If you listen, I think you can hear them doing unnatural things to each other in there.” Hall agreed. “Ain’t right, that stuff. That’s all. We can teach them real good not to mess with that stuff…or with us.” Another man piped up. “And the way they repaired the mast…that be my job.” “Aye. Soon, they’ll be doing all they can to outdo and oust us,” another said. As one the men behind them, followed Hall and Collins inside. “Shit,” Jesse whispered. “I think we have company.” Jeremy didn’t have time to put on any clothes and came out from under the blankets. Jesse managed to put on the remains of his undergarment but then as he stood up, realized it was useless and let the tatters fall around him. “You men wouldn’t …ahh, have any more undergarments you can lend us, would you?” “We’re going to teach you a lesson,” Collins pointed at Jeremy. Jeremy stood his ground. “I suppose now is as good a time as any.” Jesse looked at him, wide eyed and wondered if he were crazy. He knew Jeremy was good in a fight and had seen proof of that with his own eyes but to take on 17 rough and tumble men. He wasn’t sure Jeremy could handle that. One large man threw himself past Hall and Collins, fists raised. Jeremy danced around him and side stepped him and punched him on the jaw. The man fell back. Collins ran at Jeremy but Jeremy just came in front of him and double fisted punched him in the face and knocked him down and out. Jesse gasped, “Jeremy!” Jeremy winked at him. “I got this.” With that Jeremy saw York enter the tent. Jesse had backed away from the fighting as more men threw themselves at Jeremy and failed to even get close to landing a fist. Some six men were on the ground now. One of the men snapped the N word at York, “You best not interfere…or you’ll be wooped somethun fierce…” Hall took out a knife. He raised it up to show Jeremy. Jeremy smiled and nodded. He gave him a Bruce Lee wave of his fingers to come and get him. “Cum at me, bro.” Little realizing he himself was flinging cum in the fight. Jesse murmured. “A few moments ago he said something similar to me.” Hall swiped the long knife at Jeremy. As York moved toward them, not far from Jesse, Jeremy nodded and winked at him. “I got this, York, no need.” Jeremy stood his ground, which threw Hall off his. He didn’t back off or arch his upper body backward. As Hall lunged, Jeremy grabbed his arms and flung him sideways. Another man. Another knife. Another man on the floor. One was thrown past York, who followed with a turn of his head. Not only was Jesse wide eyed, so was York. York’s look of surprise turned quickly to one of joy. He laughed. Another man took out an axe and swung vertically. Jeremy grabbed the swing on the way down and kneed the man, bringing his knee on the way up as he kept the man moving downward. Collins recovered and ran out of the tent. Jesse flung a fist, “Yeah and stay out!” It was only then Jeremy realized he was dripping cum from his dick slit. He peered down, not daring to take his eyes off his center for long. He had to meet any oncoming threat and had to stay vigilant. As he knocked several other men down, Jeremy warned too late. “Jesse!” Behind Jesse, Collins entered, smacked York in the back from behind, sending the larger men forward and grabbed one arm around Jesse’s front, reaching from one of Jesse’s shoulder to the other, left arm up to neck and pointed a gun at Jesse’s head with the right hand. It was then Jesse realized, that not only was his lover dripping from dick slit but so was he. Collins pressed into Jesse from behind. “Give up or I’ll put a hole in this pretty head of your…so called brother…” TBC

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