Exhibits

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

Charley woke up and he was lying on the ground. This was odd, he had gone to bed the night before, as normal, in his own bedroom. That was his first impression, his second was that he was stark naked when he had been wearing pajamas. He sat up and realized that nothing was right, nothing at all! Frantic, he looked around, scared out of his wits. Where was he? He was on a rising piece of ground that dipped down to a canal of water and beyond that was a high wall that reached up some ten or twelve feet. Immediately around him was nothing much, grass growing and a few rocks here and there of considerable size, no sharp edges but could be sat upon if he chose to and a group of three that looked like a small table with two chairs on either side.

Charley was a slender boy of seven years, tow-haired, blue-eyed with a cute face, an upturned nose and kissable lips. His skin was soft and pale as clean tropical island sand and his movements were as quick and agile as a sparrow's as he looked around and then looked up. The sky was blue, but something was off about the shade of blue, it was the wrong color, somehow, hard to say why, but it didn't look right at all.

"Hello, there!" came a voice from his other side.

Charley jerked and turned his head. A man was sitting on another rock, naked as he was, grinning at Charley. "Welcome to the zoo, kid."

"Zoo?" Charley blurted.

The man shrugged. "Nearest thing I can tell from my experience, yeah, it's a zoo and you and me are exhibits." He stood up and walked towards Charley.

The man was in his mid-twenties, handsome and well-built with well-kempt brown hair, brown eyes and a clean-shaven face. The face itself was round but attractive with a rectangular forehead, thick, crisp eyebrows, sparkling, clear eyes, neat, regal nose, moist, full lips, white, shiny teeth, and smooth, slight chin. The body was a pale tan, healthy color with no blemishes, the muscles were visible but not overly large, the shoulders firm, the biceps clean arcs on the upper arms, the chest firm with the pectorals lined out just below the man's armpits, the stomach was taut and flat, the pubic area was hairy but not overly so, the legs were strong but not inflated above reason. The man's dong was a small banana-shape that lay dormant in the pubic bush, on top of the nearly-buried scrotal sac, he had lived this way for some time and his comfort in his nakedness was now total and he was heedless of the fact.

Reaching Charley, he extended his right hand for a handshake and said, "My name is Reginald, but you can call me 'Reg,' seeing how you and me are going to be living together from now on."

"Charley," Charley said, shaking the hand. "You say this is a zoo?"

"I figured this environment would be best for your waking up, give you a chance to get comfortable with the situation," Reg explained. "We can pick what we want to live in, but the actual area is pretty small, about an acre or so, enough to run around in and exercise and there's always obstacles to keep you in this area like that moat and wall you see over there," he gestured at the rim wall. "Whoever has us trapped in here wants us to be comfortable and happy and they treat us well." He ran his hand through his hair. "You'll notice while you sleep that they cut your hair and will shave me and such. They seem to know a lot about Mankind, they just wanted a couple of specimens to examine. I'm never bothered in any way, so, like I said, a zoo is all I can come up with as an explanation."

"So what do we do?"

"What would you like to do?" Reg asked him.

"I don't know," Charley admitted.

"Like to go swimming?" Reg suggested.

"Can we?"

"Charley, you and I can do anything," Reg explained. "Come over here, to the center of the area."

Charley followed Reg to the place where an odd mushroom-shaped metallic machine stood. Reg walked up to it and said, "I had to fiddle with this quite a bit, but it basically give us the power to select any environment we want, Earthside, that is. You name it, it's in here. Whoever runs this place, their technology is very advanced, to the point of being magical. Watch this."

He punched four buttons and the world around the two of them blinked. Only a blink and they were standing on a smallish island in the middle of a huge lake. The sides of the lake were flanked by a cliff. "Let's go swimming. The water is warm and there's no danger in it at all. We can even fish if you like."

The lake was indeed a pleasant fresh-water place to swim in and Charley quite enjoyed it. The cliff was only 200 feet away from the island, which was maybe 50 feet in size, large enough to hold them comfortably when they tired of swimming. The lighting as well had changed from the glow of a mild spring day to the brighter, warmer shine of a summer afternoon. Tired of swimming, they lay on the water's edge and let the warm shining dry them, and Reg sighed. "Getting hungry?"

"Yeah."

"How about some hamburgers, fries and a chocolate milkshake?"

Charley had to grin. "Sounds good."

Reg stood up and went over to the "mushroom" which alone had not changed and punched some more buttons *Blink* and he had a to-go bag of burgers and fries and a cardboard carry tray loaded with two milkshakes.

Reg sat down with Charley and they talked and exchanged jokes. After a time, when they were feeling comfortable with each other, Reg inquired, "Charley, can I ask you a sort of personal question?"

"I guess so," Charley replied.

"You don't seem very upset about being here, not whining about being taken from your family or such. Can I ask why that is?"

Charley smiled, "Well, truth is, I don't know my family, my mother abandoned me at a police station when I was a baby. I was adopted by one family; they turned me back in when I was three, I don't remember them. Then it was foster families. Nothing real bad, but I never felt I belonged anywhere. They picked the name "Charles Johnson" for me but I don't know what my last name ought to even be."

"I'm sorry about that, Charley," Reginald said, embarrassed.

Charley put a hand on Reg's arm. "Don't be. You're a nice guy. If I'm going to live here the rest of my life, then that's just fine with me. I have found a real home, sort of."

"I am so glad to have you here with me," Reg said to him. "I've been really lonely here."

"What about your life before you got here?" Charley asked.

"I had a family but it's better here," Reg replied. "I've been here since I was about your age."

"Oh."

"I had a man here when I got here, he was my friend for a long time; then one morning, he was gone. I was here alone for, oh, maybe a month. Now, you're here."

"What was his name?"

"Frank," Reg grew somber. "I miss Frank. I miss him a lot. We did everything together, everything. I hope he's okay now."

"It's all right, Reg," Charley said soothingly. "I'm here now. We can be good friends together now."

Reg looked at Charley and Charley recognized the look in his eyes, he had seen it often enough in the faces of the other boys at the orphanages and foster homes he had been in. He lunged at Reg and kissed him with fervor and Reg's arms came up to hold him and they rolled over and Reg ended up on top and they kissed and stroked each other.

Either Reg had programmed it or the program was sensitive in this regard, for it was suddenly nighttime and a full moon provided them their only light on the warm sand on which they lay. Despite their wet bodies as they had laid down, they had no sand on themselves and their hands, as they slid over each other, remained clean and smooth, sliding easily upon the other's forms.

Reg slid his tongue into Charley's mouth and Charley proved his knowledge by sucking on it and savoring it and proffering his own in return to be similarly loved and lavished with Reg's welcoming saliva. Reg slid down Charley's young, supple body, kissing as he went and Charley, no longer able to kiss or anything else, just held onto Reg's head and groaned as he guessed what Reg intended. He was correct; Reg latched onto his young prick and sucked down the two-inch rod and sucked on it vigorously, hungrily, as if his very life depended upon nursing this young cock to a fast climax.

Charley gasped and crooned and he choked out, "Reg, Reg, please, not so fast, let me get to yours, too, please!"

Reg didn't answer in words, but he squirmed around and got his lower body up to where Charley could reach Reg's throbbing eight inch dong, circumcised but neatly so, the foreskin had some of it remaining, forming a small ring around the bottom of the glans' flare, the glans a mushroom on top of that ring. His shaft's skin was a slightly darker brown than the rest of his body and his testes was also that darker tone.

Charley was experienced in loving men, a boy that spent his life bouncing from shelter to home to shelter learns early. He also had learned to love it, so he dove onto the fat, luscious prong and laved it generously with his saliva, already active from the meal he had eaten (their hosts knew how to make delicious food) and still flowing was easy to spread upon the dry spongy tissue of the cockhead and from there, the foreskin ring was bathed in drool.

Done with that, Charley pulled down the shaft's cloak and bared the flesh underneath that linked the glans to the shaft and lapped at the sensitive tissue, and Reg moaned at the wildly sensual pleasure the soft tongue gave him from that licking movement. With this area greased up, Charley lavished more slobber onto the shaft, and then he rose up and dove onto the entire dong, swallowing it down and gobbling up five inches of the thick dong before he had to stop.

"Gah-ah-ah-ah-ah, gah-ah-ah-ah, gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Reg trembled out, the sounds emanating from deep in his throat, a guttural groan. "Oh, God, Charley, you're incredible! Uhhhhhhhh!"

He resumed sucking Charley and the two nursed each other in rapid motions of their heads and grunting and groaning, gasping and moaning, as their joy rose within them.

Charley reached his apex of delight first as his young body was more easily satisfied, he was being sucked by a kind, good-looking man and had found a new, permanent home at the same time and he groaned out, "Kahhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh, kahhhh-ahhhhh, kahhh-ahhh-ahhhh-ahhhhh, kah-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh, kah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, KAH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH, KAH-AHHHHHHHHHHHH, KAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He quaked and quivered, shaked and shivered, climaxed and convulsed, and his joy wrenched and wracked him, and let him go and he slumped back, exhausted.

Reg felt the boy let go of his prong, heard the roars of rapture and the boy thrashing and then fall silent. He smiled and quietly rose onto his hands and knees and moved around to where he could, again, get atop the boy and kiss him gently and he said, "I am glad you enjoyed it, Charley. I want you to be happy here."

Charley smiled, then pointed out, "But you haven't come yet, Reg." "No, I haven't. Any ideas on that?"

"Uh-huh," Charley wrapped his legs around Reg's waist and his arms around Reg's neck and said. "How about this?"

"I like your idea," Reg agreed and he shifted a little and his cock was able to slip into the boy's soft, willing asshole. Tired though he was, Charley sighed as the hot prod, wet with his spit and hot with Reg's desire, entered his bunghole.

Reg was kindly but heavily aroused, his desire had him in a high state of rut, he drove his cock into the boy's ass, shuddered and pulled back up and began to lose his control. He pushed back in and doing so was a torment to him, he had to go faster, faster! He did move faster, pulling out and back in, he was driven by his lust, he began to pump at Charley with blinding passion overwhelming him, his hormones in control and forcing his body to pound the young ass in rapid strokes, driving in deep and yanking out again quickly.

Had Charley been a virgin, he would have been in pain or even injured, but he had endured such unmitigated passion before and knew how to handle this and even relish it, he kept his body in the proper angle to minimize any roughness and let the thick rod have its free play in and out of his young rectum; his bowels accommodated this rough, rowdy invader and Reg's passion roared in his ears and trumpeted in his senses, and he howled out, "HAH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH, HAH-AH-AH-HAH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHH, HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

His spunk sprayed into Charley's ass with the force of a fire hose, a hot fountain of foaming broth of virile spooge, boiling and surging into the boy's bowels, filling the young body's innards. Reg was an endless hose of jizz; on and on it flowed until at long, long last, the floodgate closed off and the gusher ended, the geyser expended, the orgasm was over and Reg, exhausted, collapsed on top of Charley's small body, his body weak, limp, his chest expanding and deflating like a balloon that could not hold the air it was given. "Hahhh-huhhhhh, hahhh-huhhhhh, hahhhh-huhhhhh, hahhhh-huhhhhh!"

Weakly, Reg rose up and said apologetically, "Golly, Charley, I got sort of carried away, I hope I didn't hurt you. Are you all right?"

"I'm okay," Charley reassured Reg. "I guess you have been alone a while, huh?"

"Yeah, I have. I guess it's nighttime now, time is kind of funny here. It seems to be a matter of them taking a wild guess, depending on how we're acting. We were lying here and they decided we must want to sleep now. Are you sleepy?"

The mention of sleep made Charley yawn, "I could sleep some, I guess." "Me, too. Let me summon up a bed for us." Reg rose up and went to the "mushroom" and tapped some buttons. They were suddenly in a well-appointed bedroom. Charley and Reg crawled into the bed under the soft, high-thread sheets on the very-comfortable mattress and snuggled together and slept.

The days went on like this, Reg would conjure up a new place for them to enjoy and they would enjoy their lives and play and have fun of any kind that their minds could imagine. They had their constraints of the single acre-sized area (a region about 450 feet in diameter) but two people can do a lot of things in that area when the contents are at variable command. They made love whenever the desire struck them and in various environments, indoors, outdoors, on tropical islands or barren deserts, mountainsides or bobbing up and down on a raft in the ocean. They even spent a brief time in an icy place playing in the snow though the frigid conditions caused them to end that rather quickly.

And they talked, endlessly. Reg kept mentioning Frank and the fun they had, Reg had met Frank when he was around Charley's age and Reg had thought Frank would be with him for the rest of his days. It was Reg saying this one day that caused Charley to realize something.

"Reg?"

"Yeah, Charley?"

"Does this mean that one day...you're going to go away like Frank?"

"I don't know. I guess so. But that day's a long time away."

"I don't want you to go away. Not ever!" Charley clung to him, weeping.

"There now, there now," Reg comforted him, holding and rocking him.

*Blink!*

A third man was standing not far from them, a man in his latter fifties.

Reg jumped up in recognition. "Frank!" he called out.

"Reg, hello!" the man answered. "Don't try to touch me, I am only an image sent to reassure you. I am fine, I was taken to a place for men my age and it is where you will come when you reach my age. The place you and your new friend are is only one of many such places they have, you call them zoos, and that is close enough to what they are.

"I am where I am with other men my own age, a central location where I can receive care appropriate to my age so that I may live a longer life and receive special treatment as I need it. They are kind to me, but don't understand the bonds that we shared while we were together.

"I hope you and your new companion are happy together. I am here only to reassure you that I am doing well and am not in distress. Enjoy yourself and don't fret about me. We can see each other one day when your time comes to join me here. Meanwhile, be at peace."

*Blink!* The man was gone again.

"So I was right," Reg said after a moment of silence. "You and I are exhibits in a zoo. I wonder who they are and how many of them are out there watching you and me right now." He looked up at the sky and then back at Charley, shrugging.

"I don't care," Charley said. "Kiss me!"

Reg smiled and kissed Charley and slowly they lowered down onto the soft mat that they had been sitting on while they talked. Even in a zoo, the exhibits have a life to live and Charley and Reg were going to live theirs to the fullest.

THE END
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