Lammas

 The morning of July 31st was clear and bright. Lance woke up and stretched luxuriously when the light from his window reached his face. He loved getting up with the dawn, and positioned his bed so his east facing window was the perfect natural alarm clock. 

Today was the beginning of Lammas: the three day - two night celebration to mark the beginning of harvest. He flipped over to flatten his morning wood against his stomach and breathe slowly until it went down. Sure, he was young and full of cum, but he lived for these festivals and there was much celebrating that needed to be done. 

He got up and started to pick up the jagged rocks he had scattered over his floor before bed. It’s not that he didn’t trust his community; it’s that he came from a violent past where abuse was more frequent than love. The deadbolt on the door and the rocks on the floor were mainly for his own peace of mind and were set and laid with intent to keep out the flashbacks of what happened to him far too often when he had neither of those thing to protect him in the crowded trailer where his mother trapt him to neglect him; to neglect what her boyfriends did to him. 

His private tiny home on the land was almost twice the size of that trailer and a million times more comfortable. The rocks collected, he stored the container neatly under his poster of the Earth God. That poster and a poster of Odin was all that decorated his walls. Both were made and printed by resident artists who he knew personally.     

Jackalope Ranch was a revolution of community industry. It began as an open surveillance animal farm that sold live rabbits, rabbit stew, and access to viewing the sober men who worked there having naked fun times between their work. It was an interesting slice of the male spectrum: just from those addicted to junk food to those addicted to health food, everything in between, but nothing on either side that involved drug use. 

From there it had become a glass manufacturing factory that made original glass art, glass paneling for the vegetable/herb/fruit greenhouses, and glass paneling for the by-mail custom framing orders available to the online customer. Custom framing - for resident artists and anyone online. Glass bottles with teas and lemonades - free for residents or available to purchase for anyone online. 

Bubbles up and down the corners of public buildings had cameras; so did mirrored obelisks that scattered the land tastefully close to outdoor beds that had rubber mattresses that were washed regularly. 

The eight points of the wheel of the year were all-gender festivals. Already, webcam women from all over the world were arriving for the music festival that would begin tomorrow. Some would opt to pay to have any camera freeze frame printed and framed for some artistic photography that could be held or sold.      

Lance did love to be held, but he was not for sale. He was loyal to the soil, and he enjoyed every bite of his egg-zucchini-hot sauce scramble he had for breakfast. It all came from the soil of his community’s land; except for the hot sauce, but nothing’s perfect.

He dropped off his dish at the dish pit and practically skipped to his rabbit feeding duties at the North East pinnacle. Surrounding the public kitchen, The Warren’s Hearth, were five rabbit housing/feeding areas: True North; North East; South East; South West; North West. They were the points of the pentagram that was the center of the land. The pentagram was big and so was the land. It was a brisk 45-min frolic from Warren’s Hearth to North East.

Lance made it there in 35 minutes, even with the large basket strapped to his back. It held fresh chopped lettuce, cabbage, celery and carrots. The rabbits saw him coming and started to show their personalities: some sat indifferent, some ran, some jumped for joy. Rabbits could move freely between the pinnacles, but they usually didn’t. Like people, they were mostly creatures of habit. They knew a feeder would arrive at each pinnacle about the same time, and it was a form of punishment to move a rabbit to a different pinnacle if it was being unruly.  

First Lance set the basket on top of one of the lower sheds, then opened another to get a large bucket full of feeding pellets. These he spread evenly over the long feeding trough. The well-fed rabbits ignored the pellets. They’d be mostly gone before tomorrow, but currently they waited semi-patiently for their fresh salad. Lance expertly shuffled his feet between rabbits as he spread it evenly along the long trough. 

The mostly-friendly rabbits shared the food in a mostly-friendly way. Lance saw a large buck with both white stripes and speckles on its red-brown fir grab the heart of a romaine away from another who was chewing it just a few paces away from the trough.

“Hey! Stop that!”

The rabbit looked right at him then smacked the rabbit in the face that came up to attempt to share the romaine lettuce heart that was just taken. Lance pulled out his stun dart gun and the bully buck got a dart in the neck before it knew what hit him. Lance removed the dart and moved the limp rabbit out of the way of getting trampled. He’d wake up in 3 hours or so. Then he could have some pellets by his lonesome.

Any regular day, Lance would have stayed longer to break up fights and determine which should be the next to go in the next hunt. But today was a festival and Lance hurried off to shower and change. 

He arrived at the bathhouse naked except for the sandals on his feet, holding his fresh clothes in his naked arms. This made so much more sense to him than having to make another trip back to his one-room home to drop off his dirty clothes.

He eyed himself in one of the obelisks on the way to the indoor showers. He’d filled out a bit since arriving on the land, but he was still a twink in every definition of the word: young, petite, hairless. He had mousy brown hair, fair skin, and pink nipples. He’d never thought of himself as much to look at but he’d stopped thinking of himself as ugly. He had substance to his character and didn’t need sex to be a part of every relationship that he cherished. 

That’s not to say he didn’t especially enjoy the ones that did feature sex. 

Leaving freshly showered, he didn’t keep on the clothes for very long that he had just put on. He saw Dallas entering the showers as he was leaving them. “Hi!”

“Hey. What’s good handsome?”

“Just getting done with my morning routine. How about you?”

“Same. I was about to jerk off in the shower, want to join me?”

Lance’s heart skipped a beat. “Can you just do a quickie shower, save the load, and come makeout and jerk off with me on that outdoor bed under that gazebo over there?..” He pointed to a beautiful gazebo that was about 50 yards away.

Dallas flashed a dazzling smile. “Sure thing handsome.” He bent down and gave Lance a soft, sweet kiss. “Go wait for me over there and I’ll be right there.” He gave Lance a playful spank as he went to shower.  

Lance ran to the gazebo. It was empty and the bed was clean. It was meant to be. People were walking past but no one was walking to the gazebo. If they had been they would have seen a mean side of Lance. This was his time that he’d been waiting for. It could be recorded forever in all sorts of formats, but it was still going to be the first time he’d be ‘alone’ with Dallas in this way. They’d made out and cuddled a couple times, but there were always people pulling Dallas in every direction and Lance didn’t want to come off as needy or possessive. He’d usually just pretend to be more understanding than he was when Dallas was engaged with other people who Lance preferred to avoid.

Lance was 18 and Dallas was 20-something. Dallas was a good two - two and a half heads taller than Lance: the reason Lance wanted them on a bed together rather than showering next to each other. And the reason that makeout and jerk off was the plan. Dallas had a beautiful, girthy 13” cock that Lance wanted to tease but not ride. Almost everyone on the land was polyamorous; almost every hungry bottom on the land was desperate to ride Dallas. Dallas was a slut and most of them did get a chance. No shame in it. It’s who he was and Lance loved him for who he was, but he also loved that today he got a chance at a little bit of relative privacy with Dallas. 

This was the Starlight Gazebo. Beautiful well-oiled wooden beams held up a ceiling that had been painted black; the exact replica of the stars that could be seen here at night were painted onto that ceiling. The iron posts that supported the bed in the center were black. The comfortable foam rubber mattress was a solid navy blue. All of it looked beautiful in the center of the floor that had been painted pale blue. Lance kicked his legs at the side of the bed in a not very successful attempt to wait patiently. 

Then he saw Dallas walking out the bathhouse towards him. He held a backpack in one hand; the other hand loosely held up the white towel with blue stripes that was the only thing he wore. His beautiful, black skin was glistening in the sun. He was tall, muscular and every bit the gentle giant that Lance wanted to climb like a tree. Halfway to the gazebo, he dropped the towel as a wrap and just threw it over his shoulder. 

Lance now shed his jean shorts and tank top in a flash and threw them into a corner of the gazebo. He checked the posts of the bed. Each held a lube container that was more than half full. Lance was practically a dog wagging his tail when Dallas arrived at the steps to the gazebo. He hung the towel over the railing and his backpack on one of the hooks on a support beam. 

“Get on all fours”

Lance jumped into the center of the bed on hands and knees. Dallas got behind him and ate the lil bubble but like an appetizer. He lapped fast then flicked slow with his tongue. Lance was moaning and leaking precum. Dallas kissed up his spine and put his full weight on him for half a second before flipping over onto his back and taking Lance with him so now Lance was on top. Lance made his way to the beautiful cock. He could barely get half of it in his mouth, but he loved fondling the heavy balls as he did it. He loved the sound of Dallas moaning with pleasure. 

Then he got some lube from one of the posts to lube up both their cocks. He lay half on his side, and half on top of Dallas as they made out and jerked off. Dallas came first and Lance shortly after. 

Lance was about to get up, but Dallas pulled him back down. “Let’s just lay here for a minute, relaxing after is the best part.” So they did. Lance’s head on Dallas’ muscular chest as he enjoyed the beautiful rhythm of the heart he loved more than anything.