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My Gym Partner's Bro Tends The Privates

Part Four.

By Eightane

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Jerr's finger trailed through the fur below his shirttail, coming out wet and white. The last bit he missed before his exit, and with a smack of his lips to the tip, it joined the rest in his stomach. Over his shoulder, a short gaze back, to where the group now strived for cleanliness. 'No doubt', he thought, 'with some well-earned pep in their step.'

To just walk away wasn't easy, but neither was he dense to their duty. Last thing he wanted, as the blue cap held its salty dampness, was his generous time causing problems; punishment or worse. Moreso, if Will's past campfire tales were any indication.

'Come to think of it,' he mused, scratching his chin, 'that galute's too scarce.'

In this sprawling camp, there'd be lots of ground to cover. 'If I wind my way around where Windsor and his pal... Nahhh, gotta be elsewhere's.' His pupils darted left and right, across the open grounds. Palms anchored to his hips, and he sniffed the air to try and catch a scent. No such luck... Though if he'd caught the gorilla's musk, he'd be no softer downstairs than back in the showers.

'Maybe just get wandering. With any luck, I'll prob'ly trip right over-'

He faced toward the sun... So no shadow could've alerted him. A blaring shout, came drenched in all the authority its camo'ed owner fit. "WELL well... What have I here."

Quick as instinct, the monkey's feet came together, in a stance just as futile as any try to explain his lack of uniform. A child might call it a salute... If he hadn't faced full-away, while that bluster went on. "You're unclothed, unfamiliar and unquestionably out of your mind." Even the dumbest could've placed how mirth rose in that tone. "Shall you drop and give me a million? Or maybe just Pi to the fifth power."

Jerr's knees shed their stiffness, his lip curled and eyes cut to the left; his body whipped around a moment later. The sight was priceless, at least to one like him: That tall black ape in such a handsome ensemble, conspicuously tight where it counted. Even after years of knowing him biblically, it dropped his jaw like a rock to see that bulge. Will knew, and he gladly let on; that dark-furred mitt went straight to it, cupping underneath to show off its every feature. And his face, atop a starched collar, was no less a sloppy grin than his counterpart's.

The monkey could've leapt into his arms, the way it all came together; but he was deliberate in slow approach, and a high-five to Will's 'low' one, just the standard male respect before scrambling himself up the 'rilla's leg. He wouldn't speak, before he could latch onto that meaty hip, and take over for Will's exhibitioning hand. His baby blues twinkling, while he cupped that hefty mound in every digit. "You had me goin', there..." He cooed, never breaking stare to Will's blessing and his smile deeply entrenched. "... 'Til that second line."

Will chortled, as he gently chucked the temple of his pal; it did nothing to break his concentration. "So I'm that poor a performer."

"Well, les'see..." Jerr quipped, barely in mind to 'act up' the mood of the phrase, as he leaned into the gorilla's crotch, breathing a slight degree harder. "Not too many'd say something like 'What have I', and then that ol' alliterative gushin' popped up." For a fleeting moment, he locked eyes with the ape. "Nice job with the voice, though. I like what I heard." The backwards cap went up, with his head lowering; his lips now so close to Will's loins he could feel the tiny wisps of threadbare knit. Not much of a wonder why his gasps were in overdrive.

Will's neck craned, drawn to how the monkey worshipped him. The hand that first knocked Jerr playfully, now sat atop his hat, stroking softly but poised to push at a moment's notice. "Appreciative here. Though something tells me I could go as offbeat as a Russian matriarch, and you'd still find a way to laud it from me..." His other hand shot down to Jerr's chin, tipping it up to force eye contact. "... Tell me I'm wrong."

Jerr's grin was so wide his teeth nearly showed, well-past caring how obvious his urge. "I'd have to believe you were. And you tell me if you think I ever would."

Thick ebony fingers could feel Jerr's chin push against them like a magnet whose north end ached to join his south pole, four inches already throbbing on his outer thigh. No need to deny each other by prattling on when Will could tease him in a way far more productive. So he decided as he drew away the grip on Jerr's chin... and the one on his hat stopped stroking and started shoving.

The monkey's teeth gave slight pressure to that bulge... creasing its fabric to hug the mound tighter while the gut above shrank with a sigh. Will stood in longing and awe for the fact of this monkey's hobby, and the luck of being half that stable pair. But gazing down with such affection... He was bound to notice. As such, the wide nostrils twitched on reception. "I sense a twofold bouquet; a hard day's work, and a hard man's pleasure." It was no complaint as told by the deep, shameless whiffs while the bulge grew fast in Jerr's maw, moist from a watering mouth.

Jerr's eyelids slammed like storm shutters. His response could wait while that tongue whipped at the mountain of man; In play with the gorilla's size, long past its point of erection. The pressure was cruel, Will wincing as it mocked the fabric's limit with its threat to bust out. More than knowing this, Jerr counted on it, so it was only natural to expect what followed. The black hand squeezed his cap, forcing him away from the fly, enough to cause his groan, as he watched strong digits undo it. Only now, with anticipation fierce and kept from action, did he return an answer.

"You know me. Proactive, at least where it involves bein' social... Ohhhhhh, dude..." Will had parted the flaps, and the prize was instantly released. Its length, enough to swing a wide circle; Jerr so close-by, it brushed his lips on the orbit. Monkey's tail went wild, clapping thuds to the ape's trousers; any harder, and it would have cracked like a iding crop. He wasn't without his willpower; it took plenty, to still use his maw just for speech. "But yeah, I... I've been warmin' up one or two. Or twelve."

"So obvious," Will smugly shot back, mind on his hang and how it never failed to capture Jerr's mind. "Your fur's something like an Amish guy's beard, if he'd arbitrated a drug debt." One hand slinked under his sack, to pull up and taunt his craving friend; the other returned to Jerr's cap, in wait. "Though I gotta say, a dozen's much to swallow, even for you... Pun intended."

Jerr's throat was drier than the dirt below; not thirst, but hunger, as he sat one mental step away from dry-humping Will's thigh. "Really shouldn't be. It's a special brand of dude out here. Strong, able and backed up like Hoover. And y'know the icing on that cake?" His entire core shook, with Will's largeness before him. "I'd say ten of those in the shower right now, are straighter than that... Fuckin' huge cumgun..." He near-whimpered by the last, ogling the offering.

Will chuckled; the hand dove under Jerr's cap, snatching it up, to hang it from a place that proved - and brought Jerr to worship - his potency. "Or were."

Every word from the monkey, could only melt over its own desire. "I wish I had that power. But no, I just exploi... FUCK, man, I'm done." Staring up, past the ape's thick build and strong jaw, to the eyes that spoke a single thought; proud, benevolent permission. He saw, and showed his gratitude in one final summary. "I need it."

"I know," Will matched his coo, while monkey's head and chin pivoted upwards. Dark digits snatched the hat off that rod; seven-and-more swung its weight, while the gorilla pushed Jerr's cap back down over him, playing rough as the monkey's neck arched towards that backward bill. The other huge palm smacked Jerr's ass, bringing fleshy cheeks to a wobble, before one finger poked out; the index, sliding a slow path down that crack. Jerr's neck recoiled frontward, only aiding his lunge right over the fat length, eager in what only Will ever earned from him; his lips crinkling, every tiny muscle in motion to work the tool on their way down. The bray from Will's gut was bombastic, his hand still tracing the split of Jerr's rear.

He could only grin, peering down... but a certain kind of grin, and as Jerr looked to see the pleasure he bore the grin was mirrored. And for the shortest instant, they paused. Nothing to say; nothing needed.

Will's hand darted down from loose cheeks to the feet clamped above his knees. Black palms set level and open, and, as if trained, Jerr knew to drop his toes atop. Another instant of lowering his weight on the palm, and he was host to a catapult; body arcing outwards, as he flipped heels-over-head. With the cap flung to the dirt, his lips stayed firm on that monster tongue sliding to the bulge of Will's underside and shooting tickles through the ape's thick urethra while the blood coursed to both heads. Two feet above, his hips lay across gorilla's collarbone... And he couldn't help but giggle, as Will's own oral tease began to flick his wide hole.

Their hands locked, orange fingers dwarfed by the darker eight closing around them. Jerr's tool was quick to grow downwards while he whet his never-resting appetite. Lips were tight as a corset on that long pipe, its owner leaking clear and fast behind them. None of what the monkey'd gulped down in that shower seemed to taste as rich... nor did any other cock feel so prime and perfect on the back of his throat. Will, as ever, found only the best in his tribute while the taller ape's tongue - barely less endowed than what rose from his legs - invaded his best friend's rear, fast and deep.

Had Jerr not been filled from chops to gullet, he could've sounded the utopian shock. A tingle shot from his tail to all extremities; Will was barely less apt than himself, that tongue a plane of wet muscle, dive-bombing Jerr's hole like an eagle to salmon. Jerr's fur wicked with sweat, less by summer heat and more from his long-awaited congress with the ape. The very same causing his nose to pump brisk warmth; his tail to whip around Will's neck, a wild, contorting shoal; his flat stomach to roll against the softer, larger company's, tufted fur rubbing its round slickness. On that patch of scorched Earth - anything but hidden - their bodies wrapped tight in one goal: mutual perversion, between friends.

Will's mouth drew up from Jerr, slowly, his mumbles strong but broken. "I taste more than just you... And deeper than it usually lets me."

Jerr's lips gave the same reluctant pause, though replacing his suck with a cheek's massage of that monster, like the love from a housecat. "Got all lonesome without you... So I double-dipped."

"Yeeaahhh... I'd know brogurt on-sight." He flicked the passage harder, renewed in thirst for Jerr's submission. "But somehow... It's even better..."

"Ooohff... There's a reason..." Jerr helped himself to more, almost loving, romantic in the way he took Will's length, winding his head to self-scratch on the low black pubes... Coming up with the most selfish of smacks. "Guy who took point in there 'z one dirty fucker. Before he even tamed this hole, he was crankin' like hell with his own spit."

"Mmm... Can't decide if I'm jealous. Too busy bein' thankful." He circled the rim, sending Jerr's gut to throttle his own with spasm. "Seems to me... Nnfmn... He only improved it... Fuck all I know, he built on perfection."

Will could only balance them so long upright. In waves, he'd been losing equilibrium, and it came to fruition with a hard fall backwards, on the harder ground. Neither was hurt, or even cared; it just skewed to a roll in the dust, their combined mass a ball of groans and motion. Neither skipped a beat; if anything, the rough surprise just spun a second fervour to Jerr's task. His head no longer swimming from gravity, he took Will's cock with his all, not a smidgen of gag with it pounding the roof of his throat. He kept on, enough to hear ten seconds of Will's constant moan, and feel the same of his staff pulse quick and deep. So with Will himself goaded on, lips practically planted on the monkey's loose oval, the orange cockhound picked up their banter. "Heh, this'll blow your mind... Right when they were set up to wreck me, a vial of fuckin' lube dropped right in. Like outta nowhere, it was just... Mmmmnnn... *pop* ...fuck... There." He never made Will wonder, how much he gleaned from that seven-plus feast.

And gorilla's laugh sent a rush of air down Jerr's hole, far-in while the monkey's legs kicked hard and straight. Will's words came fast and brief, to suit how he yearned to stay on that reverse-popsicle, of cream, and spit, and the sweaty musk of Jerr's backside. "Well I won't have to wonder what sport you've found in this hellhole..."

Jerr's maw streaked up and free of Will; despite his joy heretofore, the response was unmistakably shocked. "How in God's name could you call this a hellhole? Tell you what I see... No bright colours, no femme-y touches, just straight-up man's paradise." Speaking about it, he'd have to reclaim his smile. "Where they can be the gruff bundles of muscle and meat nature made 'em..." It became a one-side smirk, with a hint of poked tongue. "... In its best show o' design."

The ape's head came level, a stalwart glare to make clear he meant no joke. "For all you've heard, you still know tons less about here than you'd need to understand. We'll leave it there; those days are well-behind..." His chin dipped, closing in on Jerr's hole, and the inner spark restruck. "... I'd rather dwell on what I missed... This morning..."

Jerr, eyes and mouth, locked on his stiff, throbbing prey... never an un-smiled moment when before it. "Fine-as-fuck by me..."

His throat retook the brunt from Will, so eagerly, the ape eating his hole no gentler. However, Will had the upside of ego, knowing he fed the chimp two toys of more-than-average length. "I'm contrite," his baritone bounced from Jerr's cheeks. "Had you been earlier, we could've... Oooohh... shared a certain Sergeant."

"Damn... Mnnhhghffmm... Speakin' of jealous. *Slurp*, new blood?" One hand clasped Will's sack, then slid down to press the outline of his prostate.

The ape's feet swung circles, his neck and biceps clenched. "He's new since me... Mnm... I'd have recalled a smooth daddy like him. All-pro in what matters, just enough scars... And body fat a heart-leaping zero..." A *schlick* of his tongue, around parted lips. "... Sure you can envision that."

Jerr's humming, half for doing just so, half for what pushed behind his teeth. His suction parting, he ran lips down Will's under-ridge and licked like a sundae cone as he felt the pulse in what was now a conveyor of pre. "Fuuuck, I can 'n' am... But as much as I'd hold that thought..." His palm wrapped Will's base, slowly rotating. "... Right now, the star needs his curtain call." His licking rose to the smooth, exposed head; monkey eyes scanning the taller ape's face, not to miss a moment of his grinning, overwhelmed sneer. Before he plunged back down to crowd his uvula, two things came first; a quick lap at the scar of Will's frenulum, and last goading phrase while gorilla's gut tumbled in moans. "Yerr fuckin' A-list beef, in those tight, manly duds. It's decided, you're takin' it home... By summer's end, we'll have it broken in with stains 'n' a good ol' white crust..."

Will, head tilting to watch Jerr take him to-the-bush, was beyond formal thought; his long tool at Jerr's gifted mercy, and body arced with heightening pleasure. But somehow, he could still bring it out, so naturally it just seemed to fly from his lips. "... You'd never drive the smell from these pits. And wearing this... You'd only find me... Ughhoohh... More dominant."

The chimp's tail flicked so hard it almost hurt; his fingers jammed on Will's taint, a wild massage of what lay within. Will's digits wrapped the bulk of his scalp, the push so hard it would've been cruel, if Jerr could ever gag. No more speech from either; it was known equally, how close Will crept to firing. Jerr's hand worked the bottom three, his maw the upper four-and-change... Ape's dick pulsing in the double hold. Black toes curled, on spastic feet, and the droplets wicked from temples to calves. Not one square inch of either male wasn't wet with something... and, in broken howls, Will ached to give his buddy the payload, near as hard as Jerr worked to win it.

The race was on; Jerr could feel a squeeze on Will's taint, as his cheeks clenched hard. The wails so high and loud they screamed; pure music to his ears, while his hand cuffed Will's root for a moment so brief... then it quickly released, at just the perfect moment. His lips slid to the pubes, so fast they shamed gravity, just in time for Will's cock to fill with pressure; another of his mighty peaks, sending white cascade down Jerr's gullet.

With Lain, Will's shots proved their power; but at Jerr's disposal, they were miracles. Hard, fast, huge, each one with a full-body shudder. Jerr knew more than anyone, his double blessing; a rod that put so many apes to shame and with more strength and sensitivity. The monkey hadn't gagged in years; but with Will's pipe buried past his throat, shooting so much it was like Lain's work never even happened, he wasn't far from it.

Every second on end, Will's sack sent a new liquid missile, to streak through that well-sized gun. Even Jerr couldn't love it more than he, to be the John Holmes of primates; but his body seemed determined to augment. Tingles down his spine, cool rush as a wave of sweat broke over him. And it took no concentration, for him to feel the jizz emptied from his globes. To have a huge pipe, was sheer luck; extra nerves were a blessing. But to have the best pal that he did and have the first two at their disposal was a charmed life.

Jerr's talent, and well-stretched throat, were all to thank for his swallowing such force. Even so, the tightness of his lips on Will's meat just meant the smaller gulps that got away would spew like old plumbing. They dotted his chin, his chest, and the inside of Will's open fly. Where they would sit, as Will's stomach - already full with loads from so many soldiers - took on thick, molten gobs from his own best fuckbud.

It lasted, and lasted... and lasted. Had Jerr been counting, he would've come to sixteen before any sign of finish. Will's climax stole more than his breath, but most of all his strength. Along with less might in the creamy ammo, Will's hand weakening its scalp-push was the sign to Jerr that fun was at a close. All dissolved, under pitch of Will's groans for both relief and the slight ache from a cock flushed pink in Jerr's maw. The chimp knew both, but couldn't help himself; when the final drops leaked from his meal, Will lay on his back flat and spent while Jerr ended the tease of his prostate. Now, he planted all eight on Will's gut, holding his lighter form to stand tall. His work for the goal was done; now settling to something that was, in his mind, near as heavenly... the slow, loving nurse of Will's length, just enjoying the taste, the size, the knowledge of what he'd done for his friend... and from the smirk on his face, maybe something else.

Will's wincing, ravished O-face, had likewise gave way to a new countenance; eyes half-open, teeth softly-clenched, looking down at the monkey who hid nothing of his zeal for the prize, and for his taller company. Their bond was unspoken, but unmissed... Just as Will couldn't miss the feel on his tender pole of lips, a gentle tongue, and a third sensation that was somehow unfamiliar. Jerr found luck, in gazing up to Will's face; catching just the instant where curiosity shown itself the most. He was careful, and incredibly slow, lifting his mouth from Will's apehood. With suction gone, the half-hard tool dropped to nudge Will's navel; and its owner quickly saw the bulge in Jerr's cheek.

The gorilla's spent smile grew wide, as Jerr climbed him like reverse monkey bars, making steadily up from loins-to-chin. Their noses touched, each grin holding hoardes of emotions. And out that orange mouth, words flew from around the inner bump. "Dis time, I haf a li'l somet'nn exshtra."

A twinkle set in Will's green orbs. "So my donation..."

"I'm not alwaysh greedy. Now shut d'ose eyes."

Will complied, more than glad to. Another moment and he felt Jerr's closed lips on his own. They opened together, and with his tongue, Jerr carried a mouthful and the lightest of chuckles while his friend took some of his own virile gift, cheeks in a silent slosh to spread his gums the wealth. Their lips stayed tight and as Will swallowed that fraction of his payload, what began as a snowball grew to an impassioned kiss.

Light, pitchy groans while they expressed the bond... No dearth of sincerity, locked fast all the while until footsteps stirred the dirt behind Jerr.

Their tongues were last to part, and Jerr's head swung to see what only hyped his grin. "Well lookie who's come to call."

Josh's face, hidden by a towel that buffed his face. To his left, dressed in likewise-clean fatigues, Roland's eyes beamed his shock and amusement. "Wow. I mean, right here? You couldn't find a more open spot in Antarctica."

A smarmy laugh, from the ever-brisk monkey. "Damn right, G. Roland, Josh, meet the only dude who's tamed me."

The goat's ears perked, and the towel dropped with his arm. By this time, Jerr was on his own two feet, just below Will's open fly. So just as Jerr went on to a friendly impart of his busom bud's name, his body ceased to be close enough to hide the insignias on Will's borrowed clothes.

Both goat and bear crashed heels together, hands level and up-to-ears. "SIR!!"

Will's bend went from puzzled, to epiphany, to guffaws. Jerr, gazing back, saw his shoulders and laughed no lighter.

Gorilla set palms to the ground, rising up as their salute died down. Amused, but rather liking the show of respect. "No need for that, gentleguys, I'm just a sheep in wolf's clothing."

He got to his feet and zipped up as a wry Jerr chucked fist to his calf, still absorbed in the view from below. A playful hit, but even full-forced wouldn't make that simian flinch. Loins were at eye-level yet he somehow spoke without the deserved lilt. "I dunno, man, might wanna tweak that metaphor. Sheep aren't known for bein' tall, brawny plow machines." A hissing laugh, while his focus swung to two relaxing privates. "But yeah, say hi to the other half of this task force... The brains, to back up my guile."

Roland took a while to collect himself; they'd both taken fright from first impression. Josh recovered quicker as his untensed arms swayed lax. "Man, I oughta say hi with a knuckle sammich, just for that outfit."

Will chuckled, idly shifting his weight. "On my right, if you please." One hand rose to rub his temple. "The other side's still tender."

Josh may've found his peace more readily; but Roland had choice words, when his temperament resurfaced, and hands dove in those bear-sized pockets. "Will, from one man to another... Your boy here's the eighth wonder of the world. Just the lips alone."

Jerr might've blushed, had he been capable of shame... But Will's chin dipped, his eyes narrowing. "You implying he's shown you a good time?" As always, quite the actor. "Just what convinced you I'd wanna hear that brag?"

Roland knew enough not to skip a beat, nor lose the breadth of his smile. "He's still sporting a few thick tangles, down below, a little more than one prick can do in ten minutes. It's about as clear as the God-forsaken heat."

Jerr heard, and surveyed himself, finding it correct. While he picked out those from his legs, and made short, indecent work of them, Will's scowl went up in smoke, ven turned a 180 to pleasure, as he strolled up to pat the bear's haunch... It would've been his shoulder, if they didn't stand eyes-to-ribs. "Nice work, Roland, is it? You've cleared my most informal of tests."

The bear knew this to be just more foolishness; his arms were suitably akimbo. "Cool, man. So what've I won?"

Will laughed... more to have an excuse for lowering his neck, and sneaking a good long look at ursine crotch. "The chance to know me better. Worth its weight in gold, after all."

"Yeah, but a chance is probability, and tangible ideas have no weight." His teeth bared, every ounce of nerdy triumph in clear view.

Jerr couldn't miss the comraudery, so close in below both. "I sense the start of a beautiful dudeship." This brought Josh a chortle, and the monkey's eyes to follow him. "So goatboy... The others still preening back there?"

"Yup. Me 'n' him just went fast... Kinda hoped it'd let us run into you. Guess you could call that thinkin' ahead." Through every word, Jerr's tongue whipped behind his lips, hinging on the shallow twang. Josh, unaware, went on with inquiry, head tilted. "I ain't so dumb, I'd have to ask if you're a soldier 'r not... But what brought you here?"

The orange woof seemed to jump at opportunity, glad to recount the specs. "Well we've always thought we should support the troops... or your morale." His thumb went out, pointing for Will. "But more than that, well, you prob'ly know his brother."

Josh's brow went up, brain jogged to ponder. A few seconds, and his grey fingers snapped. "ROTC, first division... The kid who's always on his keister, doin' busy work."

Will's lips puckered to hear it, but he couldn't blame the messenger. "Sad to say, yes. His letters tell everything... Or at least I hope everything, with how they flow."

Roland's nod was plain, rife with sympathy. "Yeah, the kid's not too open, at least with us, but we see what goes on." At first, the bear could wonder what brought up that fact. But his intellect succeeded; three fingers scratching his chin, under a look of impressed favour. "... But if you're keen to break him out, it'll take some finesse." That look, whipped up and down Will's sturdy build. "I don't see you having much trouble, in clout or genius."

Will's smirk carved a canyon to his face, his ego inflated near to Jerr's own levels. "Oh, we'll have trouble to hand those wastes of flesh in officer's garb." He cut eyes to Jerr, who returned with full attention. "Matter of fact, I'm the one who ensured the lines were handled. Don't be fooled by the calm; there's no way in hell 'management' isn't measured chaos right about now."

A smooth nod, from the monkey. "Well that makes one of us who've worked towards an end." He flipped glances to Josh. "Gotta say I've been nothin'-but-bad."

The billy had to smile, focused on the tangles in Jerr's wet fur. "Hell naw, man, you're nothin'-but-grand." He meant to sink an elbow in Roland's side; instead, he hit the bear's own armbend, sending both to gasp and shake a tingling limb. "Geez... But yeah, we shoulda met someplace better. I could see us tearin' up the club circuit."

A tongue poked from Jerr's chops, for several thoughts. "No lie. I ain't one to brag... much, but if you think I'm a lay you oughta see me on the floor."

"I'm gawd-damn sure..."

For a few seconds Josh came across as wistful before Roland's huge mitt cupped his shoulder. "You know... If they want enough bedlam to sneak a guy out, I just might have an idea."

The billy perked up. "Well put it out, man! I ain't achin' to restart our shit routines."

A roll of Will's eyes to none in particular, just his own memory, while Roland dropped whispers in the grey goat's ear. Every few words, seemed to lift his mood by miles, until the endnote had him whirl his fist, plainly excited.

Jerr, likewise, could hardly wait to know. "So whadda we got, here?"

The billy's eyes weren't far from kid-in-a-candy-store. "Will, you're good with electronics, right?"

"Tch", the gorilla scoffed, "Best you'll find this side of the CIA."

"So you can handle the wiring. I got my iPod and some... Party favours, slinked away in m' tent. Add in Roland's brute force..."

The bear took any invitation, pounding fists like the crack of a whip.

"... And the digs'll be up like lightning. I'll pool the guys' connections, we can get a hold of extra tents and stuff we'll need from Mess..."

Roland saw fit to interject. "-And last, but not least..."

Josh knew on instant; and wore a smile even more deviant than Jerr's, as he pointed to the showers. "... Call on Dolphin Boy in there, to deliver. Dip into his best stash... We'll have th' place on FIRE."

Both primates had heard enough to know. One more glance exchanged, purely aberrant mirth.

"Yo Will?"

"Yep, o' comrade-in-rods?"

The face of macho glee, short and orange. "Just wanted to say, life is good."

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"Now boys, I want you to understand me here..."

A redheaded boy, and his sleek-tailed friend, stood forced to confront the facts. Their look was mutual; concerned, but quickly growing bored. It surprised neither to know where Jake's bro had turned up; Adam's hands locked behind him, his weight on one foot, while the other skimmed the tile beneath mindlessly. Jake himself was at his most subdued, picking nits from his fur with all the ardour of a bingo announcer. It wasn't the tapir's fault, kneeled down in front of them; kids would usually bat some eyelash when in presence of a cop. More for how they'd waited there, ten solid minutes, while his co-workers shuffled papers to make certain this questioning was legal. The closest thing to 'interesting' was Miss Loon just behind him, confounding a sergeant with her slieu of scolding ten-dollar words. Well, Adam thought, nose wrinkled in the tapir's cloud of Aqua Velva, Now I know why Dad took a nap when he brought home that ticket.

"... I don't want trouble any more than you do. The quicker I get the details here, the quicker you can get back to your day. And not have us driving your teachers half-mad. A win for everyone, eh?"

The grey, beak-snout rookie was in over his head... But he'd drawn the short straw, so might as well try to coax some information. "Adam... Lyon, is it?" He squinted, eyes on the pale-skinned biped. "You have a fur problem, boy?"

So much for Adam's boredom, as he seethed to hear Jake's chuckling. He came close to balling tiny fists, if he hadn't also seen the well-polished glock holstered on the tapir's hip. "No, I'm not a lion, I'm a boy."

The cop shifted his weight on that knee, with the tile cutting into the cap. "No sir, you mean. And lions can be boys, too... Though their manes are usually bigger." The statement came like even he wasn't sure of it. Adam caught his face turn to the side, just a moment, long enough to have some thoughts of his own. Great, he huffed, two hundred kids in this place and I get the one hopeless dunce.

Jake's amusement got the best of him. "You'll have to excuse my friend here," he piped up, crossing one leg over the other as he leaned himself against Adam's shoulder, "He's got some, eh, bugs in the attic." Adam's head received the gentlest of slaps.

The ginger human fixed his hair, while tapir wore his best look of command, targeting the monkey. "I'll get to you in a minute, son. And keep your hands to yourself, juvee's one place you don't want to see."

Jake paused, taken off guard as he took back his hand. Had he been older - or less 'himself' - he might've noticed how the cop's tone screamed 'experience'. As it was, he only saw the greenhorn's scowl, grey fist producing a notepad and flipping down its cover page. "Now, Adam... Did you speak with Jared at all?"

Adam, naturally, had little knowledge in how to deal with the fuzz. Luckily, yes or no would do fine here. "Y-yes, sir."

A short scribble, while the tapir seemed to chew on something. "And just what was the communication therein?" He gulped the last soggy crumb of breakfast, squeezed from between his teeth... And remembered his company, eyes in a shallow roll. "I mean, wha'd you have to say?"

By now, the boy's arm hair stood on end. "Well... I dunno, we just said 'hi' and stuff." Tiny, clear droplets on his freckles. "I mean, I don't really know him-"

"-But you know his brother here, correct?" Adam's growing fear, collapsing to relief as the tapir's gaze left him for Jake. "And since you are his brother..."

He found the monkey's finger jammed tight up his nostril, eyes down to try and observe it. As it came out, he wore clear disappointment for how clean it looked. "Shucks, evolution's cruel. A nose that crusts up, but too close to watch yourself fix it." He gave a precautionary flick, from habit, before his eyes returned to the officer. "Oh... My bad. Yeah, I'm his junior bro."

"I know that, I was just say-" Tapir's frustration bottled up, and his eyes closed in quick meditation; soon, they reopened with a forced mood of ease. "Jake, since you are, I'll get the description from you. What's Jared's height, what does he wear, are there any distinguishing characteristi-... I mean, what does he do that no one else does."

Adam's gaze also fell on the monkey; after silence lasted moments on end, he knew not to miss out on the rare fluke of Jake being speechless. The young monkey was that and more... How would any young teen take to this. A brother, close and admired, and he stood in position to squeal. The mind that usually spun a mile-a-minute, whirled double-time as he scratched his chest nervously. He couldn't use the truth; no telling what might happen or if he'd be forgiven. But he couldn't be a statue; he knew enough about police, at least from television, to know you'd need a lawyer to clam up. His brain was a tug-of-war... Say something, while Adam's stare pierced him. Be loyal, while the tapir watched his dinner-plate eyes.

Don't freeze up...

Don't betray family...

And then it hit him.

By a miracle, he was able to suppress the gleeful bend. All the cop saw was a boost in confidence; something he could take as merely finding the best traits to name. And so the monkey began... "Well, for starters, you won't get anywhere lookin' for someone like me. He's adopted."

Adam's jaw could've clunk-ed on the floor. The grey cop was barely less bewildered, but being novice he had yet to grasp child psychology. Thus he set to jotting down the first 'fact'.

"Yeah, poor guy was left on the doorstep of a convent." A shrug, played out to just the right dramatics. "But, he's my bro, and the coolest wallaby you'd ever meet."

First reaction from the tapir, a half-squinting head-shake. "Wait... Your brother was taken in by nuns, but he now lives with you."

Jake, either by age or his own limitations, stood blissfully unkeen of any skepticism; his arms crossed, as he went on in mimic of his real sibling's verve. "Totally. I mean even at birth, that guy gets around. Knowhatimean?" His smirk, belayed its own lack of real purpose.

Meantime, a tiny breeze ruffled his fur, from Adam stepping forward. As cryptic as Jake could be, every day, this time the agenda was clear. So it was hardly odd why Adam's hands shoved into his pockets; a sign of his own to show courage. "Sorry, Jake's bad about leaving out the details. The nuns couldn't handle his trouble, so they put him in a foster program." The cop's shock seemed to drain away, with this clarfication... While his head was down, his thick hands scribbling further, Adam cut a glance to meet Jake's... Telling the monkey he was wise to him.

The very moment grey chin lifted, Jake's mouth was off and running. "Yeah, guess my folks wanted a challenge. But I think it turned out kinda well... 'Cept for things like this. You think his bandana's around here?" His eyes did just what Adam's had, right back at him, just marinated in childish glee. "Y'know how he's bad about leavin' that thing."

"Oh yeah, I've seen that green thing enough times." Pale, freckled digits scratched his temple. "I kinda hope he did, it makes my eyes hurt. Especially with that bright purple vest he had on."

Jake's cringe could've been his Oscar performance. "Mom's always said, a five-foot dwarf kangaroo thing should dress to impress. He stands out already, without havin' to look like Barney's fan club."

Adam was slow and subtle, in his peek to the tapir's jawline; reading lips, to see their silent clues of what went on the paper. 'Purple vest... Possibly green bandana... Boy, this kid'll stick out like a sore thumb...'

That high human voice picked up the slack. "Oh, and that crazy walk he has. Prob'ly the most important thing."

"Yeah, can't forget that." For once, Jake seemed honestly controlled. "He's got one foot that didn't grow right... Dad says the nuns pro'lly abused him. You know how Mickey Mouse walks, in those oooollld Disney cartoons?"

The rookie bit his lip, suppressing a laugh. A few more strokes of his pen, and he moved to drop both it and the yellowed pages in his pocket. "Well boys, I think that's plenty to go on. If we can't find a guy like that, he's either vanished into thin air, or slipped to another-damn-dimension."

"I think he's from another dimension!" quipped Jake, before a small fist crashed on his shoulder. Not two moments after, the tapir's eyes left his pocket, to find the young students' hands behind their back, standing straight and all-smiles.

"I hope we helped you, officer," came Adam's sugar-sweet appeal, while the cop's foot came up and forward.

"You did plenty, son." His stroll, that of one with clear-but-unseasoned authority. "Tonight, you can tell your folks you were junior detectives for a while. Shame I don't have any patches to give you, like we used to. Had to get rid of 'em after a nasty court ca-" He hiccuped to a halt. "...Well I'll leave that for another time."

He shot them a two-finger salute. They tried returning it; Adam's looked more like sideways rabbit-ears; Jake's was just an open, dangling hand.

But both were walking on air, after a deception like that... Until that same orange shoulder took a second, harder hit. "AHHH-" Jake's whispered yelp, half between English and howler-monkey.

While Jake rubbed his soreness, Adam lay his wrist on one hip. Then a scowl, and a mocking pitch. " 'Dad says the nuns pro'lly abused him'... YOU were adopted, from a dumpster."

In a few years, they might see blurbs about official incompetence, looking back.

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"So we took the last roll of Mentos..."

Right now, David was at his most wide-open, beside the only pal who could find him in this spirit. Once their task became a dual affair - and conversation let the day's events slip their mind - they hardly even knew they were still shelling fruit. Of course, it went slower than before, with David's arms gesticulating airborne swaths, telling all emotion to the rather-spellbound primate.

Windsor's fist was a column, straight from knee-to-chin. "Wait, I'll hypothesize... You made a course right for the soda table."

The wheezing chortle was a definite 'yes'.

"So what came of it?" queried the gorilla, barely noticing how the yellow pile was now just a single undone layer on the turf. "Or rather, did it proceed as urban legend dictates."

"Well, a few other buds out on the dance floor said you could count the geysers from across the room." His laugh climbed louder, head lowering to frame the ground in fleeting nostalgia. "... I guarantee Diane Fossey High's not seen a prom-night ruckus like that, before or since." His lips closed around the smile; as it faded, he ignored the tiny lump in his throat. "Can't hardly believe it... Less than a year, and I'm already in the 'wow, those days' phase. Guess it always starts sometime."

A beam of compassion filled the ape's eyes. "Now, I don't fancy that's inherently negative. At least when your term here concludes, you'll be amidst greener pastures, free to whatever end you chase. Myself..." He moved hands up and down before his own form, like a game-show maven pointing out the difference in their uniforms; David's army and his junior upstart. "... I self-cursed with an early curiosity. MIT's my ideal procuration, but they'd not be falling over themselves for a simple ROTC alum."

David's light shrug with his lip's tight stretch. "Can't hurt. At least it proves you-"

Windsor's hand came up, quick and steady. He got the silence it implied, while shooting stares to every compass direction. "Retain that thought..."

He'd wanted quiet, long enough to tell if the sound was more than his imagining. The answer was definitive... A pulsing, half-distorted beat, in-rhythm and enduring from the same distant point. From the corner of his eye, David's ears clearly perked. He had his answer, and a renewed sense of dread for who'd swung by.

Green eyes met him through their spectacles. "Tell me that's not what I think it is."

Before anything else, Will's deep, knowing sigh. "I desire to, but it's no time to waltz around reality. Jake was nearly past my concern, and I don't suppose he meant to stay thusly."

He finally cast focus to their work; three huge tubs of bananas, already baiting clouds of gnats, and so few left the job was all-but-done. Even if it hadn't been... There'd be no rest, from that noisy hint of trouble. Within himself, his mind prepped for the worst as he stood to face the general source.

David slowly, reluctantly followed, just as Windsor set off without him. "-Hold up!" The ape heard him from behind, but showed no reaction. Several tents stood between he and the sound... Only once he'd passed half of them, did David catch up and stroll besides.

Confused, worried, he could only look with fear to the gorilla. "Do you even know what we'd find? I don't care if he's razing the place, I don't wanna be nearby and get us roped into this!"

"You won't, it's my solemn vow," Windsor glumly intoned. David noticed straight off, how he chose 'you' over 'we'; needless to say, it didn't help.

The aardvark stepped it up, to a two-handed pull at Windsor's arm. "Man, turn around and let's get the Colonel! He can't just be powerless to do something-"

"-You lack understanding, I detect." His low countenance didn't crack... But at last looked somewhere else than straight ahead, taking in David's show of fright and perplexion.

It stayed strong through the wavering return, "Wh-whaddayou mean?"

Windsor kept the pace, nearing end of visual obstructions. "If I believed I could stop anything, I'd have been off that seat when Jerr first arrived. At present..." His eyes re-centered ahead, "... It's about merely learning to what depths they've corrupted. For my own piece of mind, or whatever you'd term the opposite."

As if on cue, the sight broke over the horizon, and a pair of 'O'-formed lips greeted it. It was the mess tent, alright... They could catch the dingy tan fabric atop it, surrounded by cleaner, creased extensions on all sides, clearly tacked on in a hurry. No open sides like before, but the cloth of improvised walls glowed in moving, multicoloured light. And that pounding drumline... Had it been less of a racket, their ears may've nabbed any one of the voices, from what cast outward shadows on the rainbow-illume.

David's jaw could go no wider; Windsor, for all the past it might speak of, was hardly surprised. Another sigh - one like that of a man en-route to the guillotine - and he marched with vengeance to the grating, uncertain end. David, in his shock, was little more than a sidekick, tagging along behind his tall friend, almost step-for-step as he kept to the ape's furied pace. It could only get louder, closing in and, in a better time, it could've amused how Windsor's arm punched through those thin, flaccid curtains.

What he and David met, could rival Burning Man.

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To persist, part five...