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Note: If you are not familiar with Monty Python, then you must return here with a shrubbery, or else you will never pass through this story... alive! (One that looks nice, and not too expensive.)
"Now that's what I call an EX-parrot!" Rocky exclaimed as a rather smelly carcass drifted past their rowboat.
"Actually, Rocky, Psittacidae is not native to this part of the country," Billy explained, consulting a torn copy of _Olsen's Standard Book of Angle Grove Birds_. "Most likely those are the remains of a woodpecker."
"What do you mean? An African or European woodpecker? Well, whatever he was, he's now deceased, kicked the bucket, pushin' up the daisies, expired and gone to meet his maker. . . ." Rocky's voice trailed off as Billy shot him a look of annoyance.
Rocky hadn't been too keen on being paired with Billy for Mrs. Appleby's birdwatching assignment, especially when he learned that Billy wanted to get started all the way up at Angel Lake before sunrise on a Saturday morning. Ever since joining the team, he had been a little intimidated by the brainy Blue Ranger--this was their first time alone together, and Rocky was beginning to suspect that Billy's sense of humor was just about as dead as the only bird they had spotted thus far.
Billy put down his binoculars and mopped his brow with a blue handkerchief. "It's unusually humid out here for this time of the year," he remarked awkwardly.
"Yeah, hot enough to boil a monkey's bum," Rocky snickered.
"That's a strange expression."
Rocky smiled quietly to himself. _Billy's definitely lacking a funnybone,_ he mused. _On the other hand, he does look really good when he's all sweaty._ While Rocky still hadn't gotten used to the hormone spikes that accompanied his Red Ranger powers, he certainly had no problem with the cure, even when it involved his fellow male Rangers. But so far Billy had been aloof. Rocky wondered if the fact that he was Jason's replacement had anything to do with it. After all, Billy was the only current Ranger who hadn't "welcomed" him to the team. He also wondered if it was possible to have sex in a rowboat.
"Are you hungry?" Billy was saying to him.
_Get your mind out of Billy's pants,_ Rocky chided himself. _He's obviously more interested in birdwatching and breakfast than he is in you._
"Always," Rocky said eagerly.
"Check that basket and see what Dad fixed for us."
Rocky retrieved a large picnic basket from under the seat and peered inside. On the very top sat a little box with flashing lights and a liquid crystal display. As Rocky picked it up, the device emitted a high-pitched tone.
"It's the machine that goes ping!" Rocky exclaimed.
"It's my portable sonar," Billy protested, "and it's very delicate. Please put it down."
"Okay," Rocky sighed. "Let's get to the eats." He began exploring the basket's contents in earnest. "Well, there's egg and spam; egg, bacon and spam; egg, bacon, sausage and spam; spam, bacon, sausage and spam; spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam and spam. . . . Doesn't your dad know how to fix anything without spam in it?"
"It's not spam! It's a tofu recipe that Trini gave me." At the mention of his friend and former teammate, Billy's countenance grew melancholy.
_Wow, I've never seen Billy so emotional._ "You really miss them, don't you," Rocky asked quietly.
"My personal feelings are irrelevant. The Peace Conference is a wonderful opportunity for them all, a chance to do some real good. There's more to saving the world than battling space aliens and evil sorceresses."
"What you need is a good laugh," Rocky said, placing his hand on Billy's knee. _And I'm just the Ranger to lighten your mood,_ he added silently. He felt Billy quiver slightly beneath his touch.
As the two ate their tofu and egg sandwiches, Billy launched into an explanation of the indigenous avian life of Angle Lake, but Rocky was pleasantly surprised to notice that Billy's gaze seemed to linger whenever he thought that the new Red Ranger was looking elsewhere. Rocky felt the beginnings of a hormone trip coming on, and he had begun to suspect that Billy was experiencing the same.
"So, Billy, what kind of movies do you like?" he asked, searching for some way to break though the Blue Ranger's reserve.
"Actually, I don't have much time for movies, although Jason and Trini used to drag me to every Jackie Chan film that came to town," Billy replied with a rueful smile.
"Jackie Chan! Man, that's one funny dude!" Rocky exclaimed. "I have all his movies on video, but Adam and Aisha never want to watch them with me. Maybe you and I could get together sometime and, well, you know, have sort of an all-night movie fest?"
"Like I said, Rocky, I don't have much free time for movies."
"Looks like you had plenty of time when it was Jason or Trini doing the asking."
"That's not fair. They were my friends and I. . . ."
"So I'm not your friend?" Rocky shot back.
"That's not what I meant. Look, Rocky, I didn't come all the way out here with you just to have an argument."
"Oh yes you did!" Rocky replied with a gleam in his eye.
"No I didn't," Billy insisted.
"Yes you did!"
"No I didn't!"
"Yes you did!"
"No I didn't!"
"Yes you did!"
"No I didn't!"
"Yes you did!"
"No I didn't!"
"Yes you did!"
"No I didn't!"
"All right then," Rocky finally exclaimed, "just why did you bring me all the way up to Angel Lake?"
"For a BLOWJOB!" Billy shouted in frustration. Rocky could see the telltale signs of a serious hormonal overload in Billy's flushed features and heavy breathing.
"I thought you'd never ask," he replied with a grin.
Rocky sank to his knees and pulled Billy down into a long, deep kiss. As Rocky sucked greedily at Billy's tongue, the Blue Ranger's earlier reticence melted away and he attacked Rocky in a frenzy of lust. His hands frantically pulled at Rocky's clothes, stripping away his shirt and shorts and leaving the Red Ranger naked in his arms. Breaking the kiss, he licked and nibbled at Rocky's ears and throat, then lapped his way down Rocky's smooth chest and sucked hard at his nipples. Rocky shivered as the cool breeze and warm sun quickly dried the wet trails which Billy's soft tongue had traced across his flesh.
"Oh man," Rocky pleaded, "keep on going, Billy. Get to the naughty bits!"
With a growl of long-suppressed hunger, Billy settled to the bottom of the boat and grasped Rocky's cock. As it swelled in his hand, Billy moaned in appreciation, then sucked the soft glans into his mouth and bobbed his head with a wild, voracious desire. As the waves beat steadily against the hull, Billy matched their maddening rhythm, fueling Rocky's own smoldering hunger.
"Mmmmm, Tommy was right," the Blue Ranger panted, finally pausing to gulp in a trembling breath. "You taste wonderful, Rocky."
"Come on, Billy," Rocky gasped. "You know there's no cannibalism in the Royal Navyyyy. . . ." Billy's warm tongue swooped down to bathe Rocky's balls, and the Red Ranger's quips turned to groans of delight. "Oh God, just eat me," he sighed.
Rocky arched backwards, too overcome with pleasure to feel his shoulders scraping against the rough wooden seat, and reached down to tangle his fingers in Billy's sandy-blond hair. He felt his body straining towards orgasm, the muscles in his taut thighs positively screaming, and he thrust his phallus deeper up into Billy's soft, wet mouth. The sun beat down on his bare chest, heating his flesh even as Billy's suckling ignited his cock--with a sudden, wrenching cry, Rocky fired his come down Billy's throat.
"And there was much rejoicing!" Rocky grinned as he sat up and pulled Billy into a tight embrace. He kissed the Blue Ranger's lips, then slipped his tongue inside and lapped at Billy's mouth. "Mmmm, you're right," he whispered. "I do taste good--or is that just the spam?"
"Don't you ever stop joking?" Billy asked breathlessly. He thrust his hips against Rocky's groin and slid his hands up his new lover's back. "Hey, you're hurt!" he exclaimed suddenly as his fingers encountered an abrasion across Rocky's shoulders. "You must have scratched yourself on the seat when you bent back."
"Don't worry," Rocky replied as he began unbuttoning Billy's shirt and tugging at his shorts, "it's only a flesh wound. . . . And no, I never stop joking--that is, unless I have something better to do with my mouth."
Rocky quickly and deftly stripped Billy's clothes away, then ran an appraising eye up and down his friend's naked body. "Man, you're gorgeous," he declared. "Aisha told me, but . . . yum!"
Rocky dipped lower until he was eye to eye with Billy's cock. He stroked it and licked it gently, teasingly, then glanced up at Billy, who was regarding him with a look of horny perplexity.
"Please, Rocky, this hormone surge is a particularly strong one. I think I've gone too long without the Red Ranger's touch." Billy's face was flushed as he reached down to caress Rocky's cheek, but whether from his excitement or chagrin Rocky couldn't tell. "It's just that I missed Jason, and you seem so different from him--I'm sorry this took me so long."
"No sweat," Rocky smiled. "I may not be Jason, but I think you'll see that I'm still a pretty good cocksucker." He slurped the head of Billy's phallus into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the velvety flesh and sucking enthusiastically. Just as Billy's hips began to thrust forward, Rocky pulled back. Grasping Billy's organ, he gazed up into his eyes with a mischievous smirk and intoned, "This here's the wattle, the emblem of our land--you can stick it in a bottle or you can hold it in your hand. Amen!"
"Rocky!" Billy gasped, "why in Zordon's name are you. . . ." Billy's protest was cut short as Rocky swallowed his cock deep in his throat and began a furious sucking.
Rocky marveled at the way Billy's organ stretched his jaw as it slid over his lips and across his tongue. He felt the thick cap pushing down his throat at the depth of each swallow, and he struggled greedily to urge it even deeper, relishing the fullness and firmness of the hard male flesh. He brought Billy to the brink of explosion, then backed off by squeezing the base of his shaft and wetly mouthing his balls. He could see that Billy was desperate to come. The Blue Ranger's body glistened with sweat, his naked chest heaving and his fingers tracing swirls around his hardened nipples. Remembering the gossip he had heard from Kimberly, Rocky sat up and replaced Billy's fingers with his mouth. As he tongued and chewed at the tiny nubbs, he pulled and twisted the shuddering phallus with both hands. Billy bucked hard into Rocky's grasp, then grabbed his lover's head and held him in place.
"God, Rocky, suck my nipples!" Rocky fed vigorously at Billy's tight, muscular breast--he bit down, then felt a warm, wet explosion across his thighs as Billy's come shot through his pumping fists. He painted his slippery fingers across his lover's sensitive nibs, then swiped them clean with his tongue, savoring Billy's tartness.
The two finally collapsed in the bottom of the rowboat, cuddling and stroking each other. Rocky propped himself up on one elbow and lightly ran his fingertips over Billy's slick abdomen. The Blue Ranger squirmed under the ticklish assault, rocking back and forth in an effort to escape. "Hey, cut it out," he laughed. "You're going to make me upset the boat!"
"Ah, so you can laugh," Rocky joked, ceasing his tickles and resuming his fondling. He trailed his fingers over Billy's organ and discovered it rapidly rising to attention once again. "And you can come, too. I'm learning a lot about you today, Billy."
"And I you. That was an extraordinarily skilled performance of fellatio. I don't recall Jason, or any of the other male Rangers, being so skilled so soon."
"Yeah, well," Rocky stammered in embarrassment, "I guess that's because . . . well, Adam and I sorta tried things out back when we lived in Stone Canyon."
"Ah, so you can blush," Billy laughed. "We're both learning a lot today."
"As long as we're confessing, can I ask why you weren't as reluctant to do the new Yellow Ranger? I always thought you were as close to Trini as you were to Jason."
Now it was Billy's turn to blush and stammer. "I do miss Trini, and it was hard at first to see Aisha in her place. But, well . . . I, I was coming home late after repairing the zords and when I teleported into my lab, Kim and Aisha were both there waiting for me, and they . . . I just wasn't expecting them."
"Yeah, nobody expects those two--their chief weapons are surprise and ruthless efficiency and an almost fanatical devotion to getting off."
"Come again?"
"They did the same to me. I was walking home from the beach and they jumped me behind a sand dune. Were Kim and Trini ever that wild?"
"Well," Billy's blush deepened, "they did sneak up on me a few times, and the Dinozord powers gave Trini some very . . . unusual abilities." Rocky felt Billy's phallus throbbing at the mention of Kim and Trini's escapades.
"So what do we do now? I think we've scared away all the birds, but I don't think we've taken care of your Power spike yet." Rocky rubbed his thumb around the head of Billy's cock, causing his lover to moan in delight.
"You seem to be experiencing some augmented hormones of your own," Billy responded, stroking Rocky's rigid shaft.
"Definitely, if last night's dreams were any indication," Rocky snickered. "Before each hormone spike, I keep having this dream that Kimberly and Aisha are chasing me through the streets wearing nothing but g-strings and bike helmets."
"Thank God you don't dream about me!"
"Who says I don't?" Rocky grinned, then suddenly reversed himself over Billy's prone body. "I've been daydreaming all morning about trying a sixty-nine in a rowboat--wink wink, nudge nudge, know what I mean?"
In answer, Billy began lightly flicking his tongue over Rocky's scrotum, then drew his balls into his mouth and began a low, intense humming.
"Oh my God," Rocky shivered, falling forward and nuzzling Billy's hard shaft. "I love to hear you oralise when you're between my thighs!"
Rocky took Billy's cock between his lips, then clasped his arms around Billy's legs and began exploring his ass with gentle caresses. Billy's moans of appreciation tingled around Rocky's balls and throbbed through his hard shaft. He rolled his hips back, rubbing his organ across Billy's face. When he felt himself entering Billy's warm mouth, his fingers started to delve into the cleft of the Blue Ranger's deliciously round tush. He stroked the opening, then removed his mouth from Billy's shaft to moisten his middle finger. He slowly slid it into Billy's tight anus, then remarked devilishly, "And now for something completely different . . . a man with a tape recorder up his teammate's. . . ."
"Rocky!" Billy growled, "find something better to do with your mouth!"
Rocky returned his lips to the broad head of Billy's cock, but couldn't help but add as he felt Billy's finger's invading his own rear end, "And now in stereo!"
Billy shoved his fingers deep in his lover's ass, and Rocky's banter dissolved into a series of moans and slurps. The two Rangers rolled onto their sides, furiously sucking, fingers stroking and pleasuring their tight, sensitive holes. Rocky groaned as he felt first two, then three fingers entering him--Billy seemed to know just where to touch and press and delve, and just how hard to drive his lover. Rocky felt his balls tightening and tasted Billy's budding orgasm in the deliciously salty precum flowing across his tongue. He bucked harder, rolling them both back and forth from port to starboard across the floor of their tiny craft. The two nude male forms, clasped tightly together, rocked the boat hard until their cocks erupted--they spurted deep into each other, fingers firmly thrust home, their glistening muscles contracting and shaking the wooden planks beneath them. With a last, shuddering spasm, Rocky pitched them both against the side of their vessel, and both gasped in shock as a wave of cold water spilled over them and abruptly cooled their hot lovemaking.
"Oh God," Rocky sputtered as he sat up, his body still quaking from his orgasm and his dousing. "It's a good thing you weren't fucking me--I think we would've sunk the boat."
"Well then, perhaps we should go back to my lab," Billy suggested. "I think the birdwatching can wait."
"But I can't," Rocky replied. "Let's just row for the nearest fiord and find an unoccupied sand dune."
Billy pulled up his soggy shorts, then planted himself on the rough-hewn seat, seized the oars, and started for shore. As he rowed, Rocky admired the way his friend's chest and arms flexed, his wet, tanned skinned stretched taut and glistening over his surprisingly hard muscles. He reached out to caresses Billy's pecs, then placed his hand over his friend's heart and marveled at the firm yet supple strength.
As the Blue Ranger pulled them along the surface of the lake, Rocky's hands began to wander, and Billy began to respond. Rocky could see and feel the effects of the hormones surging through his lover's body--Billy's muscular arms quivered against the oars, his skin suffused with a glow of desire and an impatience to reach dry land. Rocky touched his straining thighs and discovered a thin sheen of sweat over the hard flesh. As his fingers trailed up the insides of Billy's legs, Rocky felt his own arousal cresting once again. Billy's drenched cotton shorts were now molded to his loins, and the sight of the thin blue fabric plastered against the thick phallus, outlining every detail of the broad tip and pulsing shaft, made Rocky equally desperate to attain solid ground.
Finally, the boat nudged the shoreline. Billy leaped out and headed for the treeline. As Rocky followed closely behind, he found his eyes drawn to the way the damp material stretched across Billy's ass. "I love watching your ass when you walk," he murmured, then cried out, "Is that beautiful or what? Don't go near him, he's mine!"
"Rocky!" Billy admonished. "I know this end of the lake is pretty deserted, but keep your voice down! Do you want us to get caught?"
"Sorry." Rocky grinned sheepishly, then his smile changed to a look of hunger. "Let's go behind that larch tree over there--I think I know how we can finish relieving your hormone spike. Race ya!"
The two teens sprinted across the open ground toward a small copse of trees. Just as Rocky reached their cover, he felt himself tackled from behind. He hit the moss-covered ground with Billy on top of him, and found himself unable to roll away. He felt the Blue Ranger remove his shorts, then moaned as the firm, nude male body once again pressed down upon him.
"You certainly make sex . . . interesting." Billy's hot breath tickled his ear even as his friend's throbbing phallus pushed into the crevasse of his behind.
"Well," Rocky gasped out, "that's just my own, particular . . . idiom. OH!"
Billy's cock had found the entrance to Rocky's ass and the plump head pushed and stretched Rocky wide. He felt his anus burning as inch after inch slid forcefully, relentlessly inside him. Rocky bucked back against Billy, pushing himself up onto his knees, his hands convulsing, grabbing fistfuls of moist earth and crumbling fragrant leaves against his clenching palms. He breathed deeply, trying to relax his nether opening as Billy's immense girth spread him wide. Finally, he felt Billy's hips against his thighs. Rocky sighed in relief and desire, yearning for Billy to take him rough and deep, yet uncertain if he could withstand such an assault.
"Oh my God, Billy," he groaned. "I think from now on I'm going to call you `Biggus Dickus!'"
But his lover didn't seem to hear his jibe. Pulling back, he bore down into Rocky with a force that brought tears of rapture to the Red Ranger's eyes. Again and again the thick head plumbed Rocky's depths then withdrew completely, only to spear his anus once more. The two boys rocked together on the forest floor, their grunts and sighs mixing with the buzzing of the bees and the lapping of water on the shore. All too soon, Rocky felt Billy's organ growing impossibly thicker--Billy's moans crescendoed to a wild cry of triumph as he jetted hard into Rocky. Rocky felt Billy's hands clutching his hips, his lover's heavy balls banging against his own as Billy sank his cock deep into Rocky's quivering ass. After a moment of motionless, intense pleasure, Billy rolled away, leaving Rocky kneeling, empty, on the ground, his cock throbbing and twitching and in need of release.
Rocky snuggled next to Billy, lightly tracing a pattern on his chest and holding his erect cock hard against Billy's hip. He kissed his friend, then flashed him an amused but hungry look.
"I just couldn't hold out any longer," Billy smiled. "You were so tight! I'm sorry you didn't come too."
"Don't worry about it," Rocky smiled back. "It was all I could do to keep up with you, and anyways, I have better places for my sperm than on the dusty ground." He lifted Billy's legs over his shoulders and knelt between his thighs. "Do you think you're ready for me?"
Billy eyed him with amusement. "I can see you're ready for me. It appears that you and Jason do have one trait in common. You're both perpetually horny!"
"Definitely," Rocky grinned. "This is why I really love being the Red Ranger. Not only do I get to save the world and kick Zedd's evil butt--I get to fuck all my best friends. I can't imagine life without the Power; it's all I ever wanted."
"Actually, Rocky," Billy replied, assuming an air of innocence, "I disagree."
Rocky shot him a look of disbelief.
"Well, after all," Billy snickered, "I never really wanted to be a spandex-clad teenage superhero sex object. I always wanted to be a...."
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PS: Wait! You must find another shrubbery, then you must place it here beside the first shrubbery, only slightly higher so you get a two-level effect with a little path running down the middle.
PPS: The editor wishes to apologize for the peremptoriness of the preceding postscript. Those responsible have been sacked. . . . Now, you must cut down the mightest tree in the forest with--a herring!!!!!
PPPS: The Woman Empiwir would like to apowogize for the pweceding postscwipt. Those wesponsible for the sacking have been cwucified. And now, we shall welease--Wocky, the Wed Wanger!