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NATURE CALLS: JOHN'S ENCOUNTER

Some say progress is about how a given people shapes the immediate world around them to best benefit their unified existence. Some say it is about the singular person and the personal journey they make to add real value to the life they live. Some would even argue it's a careful balance of both, to benefit the world overall. Upset the balance of this process and eventually no one benefits from the progress made. Here we present a world that experienced all these scenarios, experienced a brief difficult chapter of grief, and then found that balance again. Thus everyone for the most part is benefiting from progress in general. This was achieved by letting some people set the pace to be a bit quicker and others to be a bit slower. Depends who you are and what your perspective on this situation tells you as the observer. Instead of presenting you with a puzzle to solve and thus make this difficult. I invite you to take a personal journey with one man and experience an encounter that will change his life forever and motivate him to objectively judge what is real progress.

“Hey John. Universe calling John."

John was enjoying the soft buzzing of the electric tire rotors of the SUV and allowed himself to get lost in his thoughts, as his supervisor prattled on about the usual daily city politics.

“Huh. Oh. Sorry." John visibly blushes a bit from the passenger side of the SUV.

“Where were you just then?" Jack his surveying supervisor was asking him, while driving.

“Oh. Just how much I could possibly mess up this field assignment."

“Look. If the USGS didn't think you couldn't handle doing this work in a Tech Dead Zone, then they wouldn't have bothered assigning you to an experienced field surveyor like me. Just remember to not hesitate to ask any questions and remember what they taught you about doing things the old way before the glass computer revolution."

“Its just that doing things this old way requires remembering so many things that normally are at your fingertips on a Slate."

“True. Thus why they also had me be the one to train you, before coming out here. Just remember those handy rhymes of mine for remembering the systematic procedures we normally do on the Slates. Speaking of. You might as well put that up in the glove box." Jack gestures at John's Slate.

John looked down and chuckled in embarrassment, realizing he was still holding on to it, before opening the glove box and putting it inside. It had completely lost power and connection with the Nexus many miles back, at the invisible threshold of the Tech Dead Zone they were in.

“How about some fresh country air to clear your head?" Jack asked.

John nodded and then began turning the crank to lower the window on his side of the cab. Jack did the same on his side. The SUV was special built for minimum power consumption and to work exclusively with positively charged power sources, like the big organic gel power pack sitting right behind the bench seat of the simple two door SUV itself. Everything else was strictly mechanical. To help with the power consumption further, most of it's individual mechanical parts were crafted from carbon fiber. The only thing powered on the vehicle was the electric rotors. For reasons no one could figure out for decades, the unknown dampening phenomenon of the Tech Dead Zones had no effect on positively charged things, like plants and animals. As well as the gel battery packs. The battery packs themselves didn't hold much charge, thus energy conservation was very important when going as far in as their assigned destination. The weather outside was already getting hot and humid, as the morning sun began rising higher. The special built circulation fans, that worked on a complex mechanical fly wheel system and sat forward of the passengers on the dash, no longer provided sufficient comfortable air within the closed cab. Both of them had already begun sweating through their uniform overalls.

Jack brought the SUV to a stop and stepped out, before beginning to strip out of his overalls and work boots, as if it was something he did quite often.

“Wait. Already?" John asked half accusingly.

“Well. It is not likely to get any cooler and we are near the edge of the swamp. So it will soon get quite humid as well. it's a simple choice." Jack paused with half of himself out of the overalls.

“Get comfortable enough to do our work (which will last most of the day) or remain in the overalls and get them completely soaked with your sweat and add even more weight to move around in the tropical like humid conditions."

“Well, since you put is so bluntly." John stepped out of the SUV and began getting out of his overalls. At this point John noticed just how hairy of a man his supervisor was, via the exposed arms and legs. He then shrugged and considered it a good match to the dark full beard and short hair of the man. John then resumed his own stripping of the sweat soaked overalls.

“Here." Jack tossed odd looking shoes towards John. “These are heavy duty and more durable versions of summer time shoes, people wore a century ago, that were called Crocs. Except these have an extra strap attached to the heel, that wraps and buckles securely around your ankles."

John looked at the odd and rough looking shoes tossed his way across the bench seat of the SUV and could see right away where they got the name. The strategically placed ventilation holes around the front edge and over the top of the end that covered your feet, gave them a obvious aesthetic.

“One more thing. Don't leave your socks on with those. Pointless."

“Okay Jack. Not a kid here and figured that much out."

Both laughed briefly after a mental self check and moment of embarrassment. John was about to hop back into the cab and was stopped with a raised hand from Jack and then told to wait briefly. Jack walked around to the back, then opened the hatch and tailgate, before grabbing two levers on both sides and pulling them back towards himself. John heard a click near his head where the roof connected with the wind shield and then witnessed the hard roof began to buckle, then fold in on itself on the way downward into the sides of the cargo area behind the seat. Jack then returned to the front with what looked like on oversize beach towel and secured it with sturdy loops around strategically placed metal hooks under the seat. John then saw him finish stripping the remainder of his clothes off, before tossing the T-shirt and boxers behind the seat. Jack caught John just standing there and staring at him.

“I know that look, but think before you speak. First it is just us guys, way out in the middle of nowhere. No one will know or see, because no Tech functions here. Second, I always intend to be as comfortable as possible when doing my field work. The last time I checked, the clothes contribute no useful function whatsoever to our work. Third, I could tell from talking with you over many lunch breaks, that you are likely someone that would be understanding or tolerant enough to respect my personal comfort under these rather extreme and difficult work conditions. Sound logical so far?"

John finally stopped staring and simply nodded, with a blank look on his own bearded face.

“Good then. I see that like me your are just as practical with your grooming and keep all your hair a bit on the short side as well. Sensible considering where we are going. Our own bodies alone have enough hair to deal with. Don't need any extra on top or any of great length on the face."

John looked over his own equally hairy arms and legs, then nodded in agreement.

“It's Okay to say something now. I want you to be as comfortable working with me on these field assignments as possible. To be fair, feel free to completely strip yourself and then hop back in. Just kindly don't be self conscious over being slightly heavy. From what I saw earlier back in the city, you are not at all burdened by it and can even run fast. So don't be self degrading yourself and think you are fat. You are simply more of a man and honestly more healthy that way. Just like me."

Jack raised his arms and twisted a bit on the seat to give John another view of his belly.

Both chuckled at each other and John finally completely stripped off his clothes, before hopping in and tossing them behind the seat.

“Alright then, shall we continue our journey into the swamp and see about teaching you basic old fashion map navigation?" Jack asked nicely, before powering up the SUV and resuming their path down the only dirt road in sight.

The trip was fairly uneventful and Jack eased whatever remaining self conscious tension existed in John's mind, by telling him about the region and pointing out the occasional side road intersections on the map for him. John was genuinely enjoying this great opportunity to do real survey work and learn so many new interesting things from someone that was obviously much more experienced than him. Although it was hot enough to make both of them wet with sweat, the air blowing across the flipped down wind shield felt very refreshing. John was grateful for the offered sunblock and bug repellent combination lotion. He should get a nice darker tan out of this trip and as a bonus, be free of harassment by native insects. Both also got a good chuckle when Jack strategically explained proper field practices with absence of select city conveniences like toilets and other sanitation amenities.

An hour later they finally arrived at their destination. John was initially shocked at what awaited them, in the form of an open screened gazebo and boat dock.

“Wait. No gel power packs for lights at night at least?"

“Nope." Came the response from behind the SUV, as Jack began grabbing plastic sealed tubs.

“These outposts are not used often enough to factor that into operations budget. Thus why people like me (and soon people like you) are essential for these field studies. We know what to do and how to deal with such limitations, without making a big annoying fuss about it."

John couldn't argue with that and shrugged, as he hopped out of the SUV to help Jack.

First they got everything to the gazebo and then helped each other carry it inside.

“So I am guessing a boat was considered an equally “expensive" investment?"

Jack gave a good belly laugh as the only answer.

“Yeah. Thought as much. So how are we to get around the swamp itself?" John continued.

“I have old friends, who are among the few that choose to live in these Tech Dead Zones. They should be here in a couple hours with a boat of their own for us to use"

“Wait, there are people that actually live out here and not just visit?"

“Yup. Back when this world finally healed and then decided to move forward with the Nexus and Slates a century ago, some people felt that it wasn't the life for them and moved out here, 'To live like the old ways', as they put it. My old friends are such people. They know every inch of this swamp and are part of a small slow growing community of self labeled swamp people. Everyone is welcome to visit and learn from them or simply enjoy an alternative back-to-nature vacation. They turn no one away bold enough to come this far into this Tech Dead Zone and basically rough it for a few days. You will meet two of them later and then the rest when having dinner with them all in their village."

“Wait. Village? There are that many of them out here now?" John was a little shocked.

“Tiny village. Ten people."

“That is more like a micro village."

“But it is their village and home. So kindly respect the way they live. Judging by what I already know about you. That will not be as difficult as you likely think. Their life is simple and practical."

“Like the extinct religious cultural people, who used to live in the farms up north, where there is now nothing but scorched desert land land?"

“Somewhat and minus the religion. They have no use for it out here."

“That's different. Historically it was the religious cults that did things like this."

“A good kind of different. No cult. Now while we wait for my friends to arrive, lets review how to use these older style manual survey instruments." Jack offered as he began opening some tubs.

“Sounds good to me. I could use a refresher on this tough old stuff."

Jack just chuckled as John helped him finish unpacking the equipment.

Two hours later, at the cleared flattened parking area beyond the gazebo and behind the SUV, John finally felt confident about proper calibration and setup of the century old mechanical spotter. There was nothing to figuring out proper survey pole adjustments. The sound of displaced water and rattling oars, told them Jack's old friends were finally arriving at the boat dock.

“Now remember the brief conversation we had earlier, while stopping along the road to here?"

John nodded.

“Good. It applies to what you will see right away. It is simply how they live out here. Doesn't make them the sort of people joked about back in the city. They just live a different life that works for them. Like I said earlier. Respect."

John nodded again.

“Now lets go meet my old friends... who are also put together solid like you and me."

That lightened the mood a bit and got a chuckle out of both.

“Oh, one more thing. Don't stare. You will see what I am talking about. I think you are mentally mature enough to handle what you do see. Its not that big of a deal. Not to me anyway."

“I think I can handle not staring at things like birth marks or extra nipples. This will..."

John mentally checked himself when seeing the two men and deliberately dug one foot too far into the loose sandy soil, before dropping to a knee, to get his foot free of the buried Croc. Then he proceeded to pry it back out of the soil and began emptying it of all dirt, while Jack prattled on with the two visitors. He stole quick glances upwards, beyond the brow of his downward facing head. Words and labels he heard back in the city, like salami and beer can, popped into his head right away. It had to be the heat. Things like that tend to hang looser and puff up a bit when it is hot. He kept his head down and finished emptying his Croc, before slipping it back on and regaining his composure. Good thing he manged to do it rather quickly. The moment he tilted his face to be level with the ground and proceeded to stand back up, one of the two men was already standing right in front of him. The thick hairy legs bent a little and friendly hairy hand came right into his vision. It was attached to a equally hairy arm and offered help back up. He then saw “it" just beyond the arm and quickly lifted his gaze to meet the face of this kind man smiling warmly at him. John returned the warm smile.

“So your the new USGS field agent in training for this zone. Need any help with them Crocs? If your tender city feet can handle it, maybe forego wearing them altogether?"

John took the hand and accepted the help back to his feet. The man in front of him was a bit taller, at six foot eight and proportioned just like him. This man was also very hairy all over his obviously naked body. What is more, the body hair was red and perfectly matched the short beard and red hair on the head. This man was easily a foot taller than him as well.

“The name is Sam and welcome to the No Tech Swamp." he greeted with a firm handshake.

“John." he replied back and had no trouble returning the firm hand shake.

Sam then turned to stand next to John and put an arm on his shoulders, before pointing at the other equally big burly man with white hair all over his body. He had a short beard and short hair on top as well. John also mentally noted that both men had healthy dark tans under the thick body hair. Sam began slowly walking both of them towards him and Jack.

“That there is my dad. Him and I both used to live in the city like you two do now. But after mom died, we needed a break from the world she loved so much and took a vacation out here, to get away from everything. Dad immediately fell in love with the freedom and I thought the idea of living in a place like this, as part of a new life adventure, was an awesome idea."

Sam stepped away and began turning around with wide open arms.

“So here we are many years later and haven't regretted a single moment of staying out here."

Sam then walked over and hugged his dad, before turning back around and face John.

“The name is Ben." The white haired man said before extending his hand for a shake.

John excepted and returned the favor.

“Jack has told me a lot of encouraging things about your potential as an equally capable field person. We look forward to working with you both and helping you especially learn the things he can't teach you about the swamp. It is a place that is special and dear to the hearts of the people that live here. So, shall we get the equipment loaded into the boat and get you two to the survey destination?"

Everyone nodded in agreement and began loading the equipment onto the large row boat.

Seating for the four of them on the boat was rather generous. Jack and John took the center bench and faced the front, while Ben took the bow itself and Sam took the stern. Jack gave John quick orientation instructions about basic row boat maneuvers on the open water, while the other two got the equipment secured behind the center bench. Sam made final cargo preparations by securing a padded thick blanket over it and then got the boat untied from the dock, while Ben then got on his knees at the bow and grabbed an available spare oar. Ben, Jack and Sam then gave the dock a hard shove with their arms and the boat began coasting out onto the open water sideways.

“Everyone ready?" Ben asked behind himself past the shoulder.

“Ready steady dad." Came Sam's response from the stern.

“Ready." Came the unanimous response form Jack and John.

Three oars began breaking the water and the boat began moving forward. Ben paused briefly and pointed to an isolated tiny island in the distance, with a lot of trees on it.

“Is that the destination today Jack?" He asked over his shoulder.

“That be it old friend." Came Jack's response.

“Alright then. Row." Ben resumed rowing with fever and the other two picked up their pace to match his strong strokes. Sam simply sat in back and kept the boat on course with the rudder, while whistling some unknown old Irish style tune you would hear in a country tavern somewhere.

It was at this point that John began to notice just how alive the swamp was with life, as his mental focus and senses began taking in the thousands of sounds and smells it had to offer. No park back in the city could possibly compare to this place. John then spotted something in the water just off his side of the boat, past where the oar was breaking the water. He bent forward and gave Ben a tap on the shoulder. Ben turned his head and then looked where John then pointed. A series of many equally size ridges had broken the surface. Just floating alongside the boat in two perfectly spaced rows. Floating just ahead of them were to big bumps that had amber eyes set inside of them.

“Oh. That's Danny. He is our watch dog and always makes it a point to inspect any new visitors we bring out onto the water. He is completely harmless." A chuckle is heard from behind them.

Ben then tells them to pull their oars out of the water, before doing the same himself.

“Hey Danny, we are heading that way." He says right at the pair of eyes and points at the island.

As if the words were understood, the eyes and ridges then swiftly disappear under the water.

“Grab onto something and hold on boys." Sam informs everyone on board.

The boat lurches a bit and then begins to move by itself at a quicker pace towards the island. A soft occasional rumble is heard through the bottom of the boat and accompanied by the sound of softly displaced water behind it.

“How did it kn-..." John begins to ask and is quickly cut off with a hand on his thigh.

He meets Jack's eyes and is answered with a warm smile and head shake.

“Just enjoy the ride son." Came Ben's response over his shoulder, followed by a soft chuckle.

“So just how big is Danny?" John asked Ben.

“Oh. I would say he is about forty feet long now."

“Forty? Are you sur-..." John was cut off again with that same hand softly squeezing.

“Danny is living proof that Nature is always finding ways to improve life. Nobody here knows exactly how old he is either. He has been here for as long as our village has existed. We have a mutually beneficial relationship with Danny and so far it has worked out just fine for everyone."

“That actually sounds rather cool, to be honest Ben." John observes verbally.

'That is good to hear from you son." Ben approves.

That same hand gave his leg a pat and then gave him a couple pats on the shoulder.

“This boat has to be moving about as fast as our SUV on the dirt road." Jack finally says.

“Yup. Danny has been getting better at this and notice no more subtle sideways swaying."

“Yes. The ride is very smooth now. He wouldn't happen to be doing yoga now would he?"

“Why don't you ask him yourself at the island." Ben lets out a good belly laugh.

John looked Jack right in the face and had this very confused look on his own, then silently mouthed the question, 'What was that all about?'

The only answer Jack would give is more pats on the shoulder and a reassuring warm smile.

John just let his eyes go to the sky and sigh in exasperation.

Jack just chuckled.

“You are free to ask him many questions yourself son." Ben replied over his shoulder at John.

John had no idea what to say or how to respond to that.

“Its Okay. We are just having a little fun with you." Came Sam's response from behind.

“Oh sure. Special treatment for the new guy." John replied and then they all laughed.

John was beginning to feel a lot better after that shared laughing spell with everyone and began to feel more relaxed around these old friends of Jack. As they got closer to the island ahead, He could smell something sweet in the air and was curious what blooming flowers was making the scent. His mind and body certainly responded very positively to it. More so than he thought, when he glanced down and noticed his own cock was now completely hard and actually dripping precum. He wasn't having any sexual thoughts of any kind. It was just somehow doing this on its own.

He then got a tap on his shoulder and he looked Jack in the face to ask a seemingly obvious question, before getting that answer in the form of Jack grinning and pointing down to his rather large cock being in the same condition. Both chuckled softly to each other.

John then noticed new smells in the air. Some of them was akin to spices found in someone's kitchen and figured there was actually someone nearby cooking something. He also detected a subtle hint of hot maple syrup. It was still technically morning and thus made sense. The air started to get a bit heavier as the sun rose higher. Humidity is the persistent gift of the swamp that keeps giving. John's head started to feel a bit light and he gave Jack a tap on the thigh.

“I think I'm going to lay back on the padded stuff behind me for a quick nap. Long trip."

Jack just nodded in agreement and patted his shoulder, before helping him lean back.

“Here use this for your eyes." Sam said as he slipped a rolled handkerchief over his eyes.

Sam then helped John fully recline onto the padded cargo and gave him reassuring chest pats.

John then noticed through the fog of his lightheaded spell something soft and warm brush against his head, after Sam carefully cradled it onto a folded blanket improvised as a pillow.

“Oops. Sorry about that." Sam said and chuckled.

Something inside John told him what it was and motivated him to reach up and grab it. The thing reacted to his touch and throbbed in his hand. He was unsure of what would happen next and just lay there, holding onto it and mentally debating what to do next. He then got his answer, when he felt a very large warm hand then wrap around his own hard cock and caused it to throb in it's grasp. Next the large soft warm thing that touched his head slowly moved forward across his nose, leaving a wet trail behind, before stopping right at his lips. He didn't let go and simply opened his mouth, letting the wetness touch his extended tongue. That maple smell from earlier was now greatly amplified and he found the wetness on his tongue even tasted like maple syrup. The beer can thick fleshy tube in his hand got a little warmer and throbbed a little harder, just as he felt familiar hairy skin and nipples make contact with his belly, while feeling the man's thighs at his head and a warm mouth engulf his own throbbing cock. Then he felt the whole thing get sucked inside this mouth as he tried to wrap as much of his own mouth around the huge leaking cock head pushing at it. The flow of the precum began increasing a lot more and began flowing like a steady trickle into his hungry mouth. The impulse to nurse took over and he began sucking on the cock head steadily, eliciting moans from Sam.

He had no words to describe how it was possible for some man's precum to taste like this. Much less how it was possible for one to steadily produce so much, like he was some milking cow. But John didn't care. He found his own thoughts becoming more basic and only cared about two things. Giving this man a big healthy load of his own cum and see how much of this amazingly tasty precum this man would give him. The cock in his mouth and the mouth on his cock is all that mattered.

John was quite surprised to notice that Sam never let go of his cock and kept the whole thing in his mouth and throat without a break. He also found that the more of the precum he swallowed, the more aroused he got. He briefly thrust upwards to get more of his cock into Sam's mouth and found the man's lips right at the base told him there was no more cock left to give. Sam responded by literally nursing, working both mouth and throat muscles to milk him to orgasm. This stimulation spurred him on to nurse Sam's cock harder and began using his gripping hand to stroke it. The precum flow simply would not stop and he kept swallowing it. Unaware the boat had already arrived at its destination.

John could feel the precum flow down and into his belly. There was this warm ambient presence connected with the precum, that was felt spreading throughout his belly, that eventually found it's way to his crotch and into his balls. This set him off and made him realize this was now his second orgasm. This one didn't stop though and simply slowed down a bit. Sam then slowed down his nursing, but didn't stop. The feeling he was getting in his balls was beyond words. They now felt so warm and full. The sensation did not end and neither did his orgasm. The precum kept flowing into his mouth with no sign of stopping. It was like what Sam was giving him was saturating his whole body and then somehow was finding its way back out through his cock, only to be consumed by Sam and fed back to him through Sam's cock again. He didn't want this experience and feeling to stop. He made this quite obvious when reaching up with both hands and gripping Sam's ass firmly. John simply let the experience consume him and wanted nothing else in the world but to stay right here and suck Sam's cock. Eventually he began to feel his ability to stay conscious start to fade. He didn't care and let go.

“Hey John. Universe calling John."

He knew that voice and words all too well and began to open his eyes,

“There you are." Jack said looking him right in the eyes.

“Where..." He began to ask, after realizing he was no longer in the boat and resting upright.

He moved his gaze just beyond Jack's head and had trouble making out things further away. There was something happening in the distance with what he presumed were Ben and Sam. They were playing around in the water and he could hear them laughing. The sound of the splashing water was giving away the fact they were getting quite rowdy with their playing.

“I think I had something like a fevered dream Jack."

“Well you were pretty out of it by the time the boat stopped and we began unpacking the equipment. Sam was kind enough to carry you off first and put you here in the shade, to let you keep resting, while Ben and I finished the unpacking. The equipment is pretty much setup and I'm ready when you feel clear headed enough to do the surveying on the island."

“Sure. Sure. Mind if I sit here a bit longer and maybe drink some water?" Asked John.

“I can work with that. Here, fresh from the functioning filter station we setup here."

John took the clear bottle of water and began to slowly drink it.

“Damn Jack. This is from the swamp?" John asked surprised, while examining the clear bottle.

“Yup. Taste great too."

“A bit like those flavored waters in the city. Is it naturally this sweet?"

“It is the one thing the system can't filter out of it. Completely safe. You will get used to the density as well. So drink it slowly, until your stomach gets used to it."

“Yeah, I noticed that. So you said this is filtered and treated swamp water?"

Jack nodded.

“Is all the swamp water dense like this?"

“Every last cubic inch of it. Its one of many curious things you will learn about this place, as you talk and spend more time with those two." Jack answered and pointed towards the frolicking men.

John craned his head and found that he could now see things clearly in the distance again.

“For now, you focus on getting hydrated and I will go do one last maintenance check on the equipment. Those two were quite helpful with finishing the setup while you were still napping."

Jack gave John a couple affectionate pats on the thigh and then rose from his squatting position, before walking over to the standing soaking wet hairy men and talk with them briefly.

Jack then walked off further down the shaded shoreline, as the two men began walking towards John. Once both reached where he was sitting and drinking, they both lowered themselves down and sat cross legged at his feet. Sam spoke first.

“So. Want to hear a little swamp history?"

“Sure, but I have a unrelated question that needs answering." John countered.

“Ask away." Ben offered.

“Is this going to be hard and throbbing all the time?" John asked pointing right at his hard cock.

“That is normal reaction for anyone new to the swamp. Once your system gets used to the air here, then your cock will only be hard some of the time. However, it will not go completely soft while living here. It has to do with the pollen and other stuff in the air. It keeps your system infused and invigorated. The swamp also has a way of changing the structure of your thinking." Sam answered.

“I find myself a bit torn against completely being fine with that and wondering if I am loosing my mind. My experience so far has certainly been interesting." John observed.

“The swamp wasn't always like this. We were told by others living here before us that this was a fairly normal swamp, up until the invisible Tech killing thing happened. Then the air began to change. Next many of the animals began changing in subtle ways, mentally and physically."

“Yeah. Alligators do not naturally have brilliant amber eyes. They are not naturally completely black like your swimming friend Danny either. Yes, I could see through the water he was black."

Both Ben and Sam chuckled.

“It may not be natural for alligators you have seen. But all the gators here in No Tech Swamp are black. They also behave a little different, as you just seen and experienced earlier."

“So can they really understand what you say?" John asked.

“That takes a bit of explaining and actually best we just show you sometime." Ben answered.

“wonder what it would be like, with raising kids here?"

“There are no kids." Sam answered.

“Wait. So this is more like... what? Some alternative nudist colony or something?"

“Or something." Both sitting men replied in unison and laughed.

“The best way we can explain it for now is this. First the air changed. Then the animals changed. Then the some of the visiting people changed and stayed." Ben continued.

“But only the men stayed. The women that were with them eventually left." Sam finished.

“This isn't some sort of cult is it?" John asked.

“Nothing of the sort. The air ended up somehow making the women quite sick and forced them to leave and their spouses left with them. But gradually the male spouses found themselves coming back and staying longer. We would like to say they simply liked the idea their cocks felt a lot better when here, but it so much more profound and honest than that. You just simply feel like you belong here. Of course this eventually resulted in the stories and myths about this place you heard all the time in the city from women especially." Sam answered again.

“A lot of this will make sense later at dinner in the village tonight. You will have access to men who have been here longer than us and understand some of these things better." Ben suggested.

John nodded and drank the last of the wonderful water out of the bottle. Ben and Sam helped him to his feet and escorted him down the path of footprints left behind by Jack. At this point, it occurred to John his Crocs were no longer on his feet either. The sand actually felt good and thus didn't mind at all. All three of them walked for quite some distance in the shade, while Ben and Sam explained more things about the swamp. The need to simply survive was not as strong here. This encouraged the animals to begin thinking in different ways and thus made them more social with each other, as well as the men that shared the swamp with them. Talking more about the animals eventually led to another astonishing discovery by John. The extended longevity of the men and animals here.

It was quite curious that Jack never bothered to mention some of these things while driving here. The sheer wealth of what these tow men knew was almost overwhelming. Yet they claim it was not everything there was to know about this place. Finally the three of them arrived at a spot where Jack was standing and simply taking in the view over the water towards the inner part of the swamp.

“Well now. All rested, hydrated and ready to do some surveying?" He asked.

John quickly turned his head and exchanged smiles with both Ben and Sam.

“Yup. I'm all good now."

“Good to here." Jack replied and hand him a marker pole.

“So how far out into the water you need me to go with this thing?" John grabbed a survey pole.

“Only need to get a land elevation change reading as far out as twenty feet. Don't worry. The incline is very shallow and will have the water getting no further up than past your belly button."

“Okay then." John saluted and hoisted the pole onto his shoulder, before walking into the water.

“So how is he doing guys?" Jack asked the two men quietly, as John displaced the water loudly.

“He seems to be adjusting well enough. No worse or better than you your first time here."

Jack exchanged a smirk with Ben at that answer.

“I want him to adjust well. I need him to make this work. USGS is getting anxious about retiring me from the field work here. They seemed to be fine with my choice in replacement field surveyor and the fact he will have someone they can trust to be his guide here. Me being that person."

“So “that" reputation still exists outside of here on the lips of people." Ben retorted.

“Always did, if you and Sam remember correctly."

“I suppose people had more to occupy themselves with back during the Scorch."

“Well it did turn half of the basic electrical components to powder. What was left and functioning couldn't handle the work load. Civilization briefly went to shit in a hurry. Things like politics and personal beliefs took a back seat. The simple task of making everyday life work became top priority. But once the Nexus and Slates were brought completely online, life slowly began to return to normal and some old habits returned." Jack was getting lost in history.

Ben stepped up and gave Jack a hug.

“It gave people like us a chance to find and live a new life."

Sam did the same and hugged them both together.

“I have absolutely no regrets about choosing this life with you dad."

“Hey! When you guys are done with your group hug, I would like to get this surveying done. I'm pretty sure I just spotted your “friend" Danny in the distance!" John yelled from out in the water.

“I already told you Danny is mostly harmless! You will be just fine!" Ben yelled back.

“I still prefer to get this done sooner than later, if it's all the same to you guys!"

“Tell you what. I'll come out there and be “negotiator" for you and Danny!"

Ben began walking into the water towards John, occasionally chuckling.

“Just relax. Ben and Sam always make sure visitors are never in any danger!" Jack adds.

“I'll hold you to that Jack. Pole is in place by the way. Let's get started!"

Jack walks up to the spotter and waves the OK sign he has started the calibration check.

Meanwhile Ben finishes closing the gap between him and John and gives a reassuring shoulder pat, while nodding and smiling. John smiles and nods back.

“I'm still new to all this and like to at least get back to the city, without explaining to the boss an unfortunate alligator encounter. Something like that could ruin any chance of me getting back out into the field. Much less coming back to this beautiful place." John says in a apologetic tone.

“Oh, I understand completely. I'll keep a look out for Danny and make sure he doesn't harass us while doing this work. Danny has yet to actually attack any visitors." Ben replies.

John nodded, then checked the pole angle with built in level and then waved back to Jack.

“Looks good and straight. Now raise the target loop about eleven inches." Jack yells back.

“Will do!" John confirms and then makes the adjustment.

“Good! Hold it right there! Need to do a quick calculation!"

Just then a strong water current hit his legs and caused him to bobble slightly. Ben was quick to keep him steady by grabbing his hips. Then John felt something firm and warm tap his one thigh.

“Sorry about that." Ben said.

“Just be careful where you point that thing." John chuckled.

“I usually am. The strong current must have triggered it."

“No worries. Just one of the “hazards" of being a man."

“Especially when one is equipped like Sam and me."

“I have been meaning to ask about that. Not that I intentionally look for things like what you have, but your cock size isn't exactly average or normal for a man your size. Especially when it gets hard and as big as what just tapped my thigh."

“Sam and I didn't always have such big cocks. It is something that just slowly happened to us, the longer we stayed here and began living this new life. It wasn't noticeable at first, but certainly became noticeable later on. You will also notice the rest of the men here are “equipped" the same way."

“Something in the water? As the old saying goes?" John asked sarcastically.

“Sure. That explanation works real good for now."

“Okay! Got another location for you to move the poll! Ben already knows roughly where to go! Just follow him and be careful with those noon time currents!" Jack instructed.

“Already got bumped by one of those currents! Ben was quick to catch me! Moving on to next spot!" John reported back. Then carefully hoisted the pole up onto his shoulder and began walking.

“Just take it nice and slow! We got all afternoon for this!" Jack reassured John.

John just nodded while walking and didn't mind Ben keeping one hand resting on his ass, while the man began telling him about the next location.

“This next spot we are walking to has some underwater plants there, that have an annoying way of making the currents more difficult to deal with. The swamp floor tends to be a little loose there as well. Inexperienced feet leads to new people finding themselves falling over a lot. No one has drowned from the minor situation. Just found it very annoying and frustrating to deal with. So you will find me keeping a more secure grip on you. That way you can focus on the work."

“Thanks Ben. I appreciate the heads-up."

“This looks about right John!" Ben yells past and behind John.

John looks back towards the shoreline and gets the OK wave to stop from Jack. He then begins to notice something light brush against his leg. Several of them in fact. He just looks back at Ben with a questioning look, while erecting the survey pole.

“Yup. Felt it too. I got you covered. Just focus on your work and might want to establish a wider stance for this spot, for stability of course." Ben advised while moving into place behind John.

“Sure. Just focus on the work." John repeated while straightening the pole.

Jack in the distance waved again.

“Looks good! Raise the target loop six inches!" He yells out.

John makes the adjustment and then braces himself a bit as a strong current hits his legs again. Ben keeps him steady as the current manages to lift him slightly and moves John backwards into him. Both men get a good chuckle as they realize this also put Ben's hard cock right between John's legs. While both just stand there motionless and wait for the current to subside, John notices something.

“Wait. How did this even happen? Aren't you and Sam taller than me?" John asks Ben.

“I sunk a little into the sandy bottom, when the current bumped you into me."

“So are you still sinking? Should I be concerned?"

“Your fine. I sunk a little when bracing myself to hold you steady in the strong current."

“Ah okay. How long do these currents usually last?" John asks.

“About ten minutes. The shifting sandy bottom feel Okay on the feet?"

“Not my first beach experience." John replies and chuckles.

With nothing else beyond Ben's cock between his legs to distract him, John decided to direct his attention towards the sensation of the underwater plants gliding across and touching his legs. Then he noticed something new making contact with them and became a little rigid with his stance.

“You Okay there buddy?" Ben asked after noticing the slight change in posture.

“Are there supposed to be any particular snakes in this area?" John asked.

“None that I know of. You are probably feeling the same thing as me right now. Those are just another part of the same plants. No need to worry. They are just harmless plants."

Just then Ben felt something firm begin to probe his ass cheeks and then push it's way past them into his ass. It was coated with some slime to make the entry more pleasant. He let out an audible soft groan and rested his head against John's neck.

“Uh, you okay back there buddy?" John asked slightly concerned.

“Just got briefly annoyed with the plants." Ben was actually enjoying the sensation.

“At least they are just harmless plants."

Ben just nodded and sighed as the penetrating tendril sunk in deeper, pleasurably spreading his ass further open. Then he felt something else make contact with his cock and then slowly push forward, as it opened up and slid over the head.

Meanwhile John felt something slimy slide near and then slowly under his crotch area. Something very different was happening and he wasn't sure if it was good or bad. He was getting a little nervous now. He heard Ben moan a little behind him.

“Say Ben. I think..."

He then felt Ben move his head onto his shoulder and whisper into his ear.

“Just remain still and relax. I promise nothing bad or harmful is happening. Some of the plants here are more attentive. In fact it feels really good and absolutely sure you will love it."

At those words, John then felt something move up around his leg and then in between him and Ben. It felt firm and rather prehensile. He judged it to be roughly the same thickness as Ben's hard cock. It was also felt just like what slid under his own crotch. Then he felt it begin to move in between his ass cheeks, while another slimy thing found the end of his hard cock and began slowly sliding over it the same way the other one took Ben's cock. The inside of it was convulsing and slowly sucking his cock into it. This sensation alone briefly distracted him from the other intruder successfully spreading him open. His full attention was soon focused on it the moment contact was made with his prostate.

“Fuck me." Was all that came out of John's mouth as Ben embraced him in a big warm hug.

“Just stand here with me and ride it out buddy." Ben whispered seductively into his ear.

The thing attached to John's cock then began convulsing strongly and the one in his ass began moving deeper and throb along the way. John just let himself lean against Ben and moan.

“Good boy. Let them have you." Ben said softly, while rubbing his chest.

John then heard Ben begin to moan a little louder and felt the belly pressed into his back slowly get bigger. At that moment he himself was hit with a strong filling sensation, as the thing fucking his ass super deep was now starting to fill him with something warm. It felt a lot like cum. He then felt his belly begin to slowly get bigger. At that point he felt himself fast approaching orgasm.

“Hey Ben?"

“Relax and just give it your load." Was whispered into his ear.

“What happens afterward though?"

“The real pleasure begins." Came the whispered response with a kiss on his cheek.

John then felt the belly pressed into his back begin to inflate bigger just as his orgasm hit.

Then he felt another thing make its way up his other leg and then across his swelling belly, before it broke the water surface and slid up his chest towards his face. Aside from being slick with slime, it was the normal green color of plants and was just as thick as Ben's cock. At the end of it was what appeared to be a bud that eventually becomes a flower. As if Ben already knew what was happening, he told John to not be afraid and watch what happens next.

In between moans, Ben told him about the bulging pod at the end and what it did. At the end of those words, John heard a sloppy ripping like sound and then muffled moans behind him. He turned his head to look at Ben and was a little shocked. The man's face was no longer visible and replaced with what could only be described as a huge pink flower with very thick flexing petals. The petals appeared to be jointly hugging Ben's face. The back side of the flower facing John showed the three split sections of the bulging green bud. The connecting slimy tube was slowly rippling in a subtle fashion, as if it was pumping something up into the flower itself. What ever it was, it did not appear to be harming him.

John then felt a new sensation of multiple tendrils gently wrapping around his legs and keeping him anchored in place. He turned his head away and was immediately greeted with the sight of the other bud opening up and its huge petals extending outward. At the center of the flower was another appendage that resembled a man's cock. Something thick and clear was dripping from the end of it and smelled just like maple syrup. Circling it was six long thin waving tubes, covered in slime and making a mild hissing sound like air hoses. From them a very potent and pleasant smell immediately hit his nose. The urge to cum really hard hit him and he opened his mouth wide in reflex to moan. The flower thrust forward and hugged his face tight, as the the big center appendage went into his mouth. The coating on it immediately neutralized his gag reflex and tasted just like maple syrup, as it proceeded to extend a little down his throat. Two of the air tubes found his nostrils and then followed their own path to his main air way to his lungs, insuring he had plenty of fresh air to breath. The scent emanating from them was overriding most of his conscious thinking and encouraging him to completely relax. With nothing to see, John slowly closed his eyes and began nursing on the appendage. A familiar warm thick substance began pumping down his throat and rewarding him for his compliance.

He briefly felt the presence of Ben's cock between his legs start to slowly drift away, as the presence of the man's bulging belly left his back and the arms slid over his shoulders. His belly began slowly expanding further, as more warm substance was pumped into him from the appendage lodged into his ass and pleasuring his prostate. A familiar warming sensation began filling his whole lower body and crotch, as the appendage attached to his cock began convulsing a little harder. The moment of the orgasm was upon him and John wasn't sure if his balls had another load to give. But he felt a familiar tingle and something warm began to surge up and out of his cock. The orgasm also felt more intense this time and seemed to last a lot longer. Too long. It wasn't stopping.

This also felt familiar. This happened before. Yes. The fevered dream on the boat, when he got too hot in the sun. Wait. That wasn't a dream. That really happened and Sam was somehow able to produce precum the same way this plant is producing the stuff filling him. John then gained a brief moment of more coherent logical thinking and made the connection. What the plant was giving him and what came out of Sam's cock is the same thing. There is definitely something different about the swamp. It changes the men that stay here in a very interesting and obviously pleasurable way.

The coherent thinking soon leaves him, as the mental signals of the continuous steady flowing orgasm completely consumes his mind and body. The warmth in his lower section soon fills his whole body. It was like whatever was going in him was also flowing through his entire system and eventually out his cock back into the plant. The feeling of this experience was also familiar and what he felt while nursing on Sam's cock. It would seem he is now being changed as well and able to shoot the same stuff out his cock as Sam. He never wanted this intense continuous flowing orgasmic feeling to end.

John experienced a brief moment of consciously feeling something change with his body and it being picked up by additional tendrils to simply float in the water, as this strange plant continued to fill and pleasure him. His brain occasionally registered a soft tugging sensation around his arms and legs, from the tendrils that were keeping him securely tethered near the heart of the plant itself.

Nearby on the shoreline, Jack watched the progression of the whole encounter unfold through the eyepiece of his survey spotter. Both his hands were gripping the support tripod quite firmly, as he mentally lost himself to the glorious site of John and Ben being milked by the plant out in the water. He wasn't even aware that he was now completely leaning into the tripod itself.

His cock was sticking straight out and couldn't possibly have throbbed any harder. Normally he would give it the needed attention via a warm receiving hole, but this time he wanted to simply let it stick out and throb, while letting the clear thick substance trickle steadily to the ground below the tripod. The site of those two sexy hairy men floating out in the water on their backs, with round swollen bellies and being milked by that plant, was a moment to be treasured and observed through every single stimulating erotic minute. He was pleased with the choice he had trained to replace him on this job. John was going to fit in with the locals and do just fine.

Jack then felt a familiar large warm hairy presence begin to lean into his back, while a familiar and very large lubed cock began stretcing his entrance and slowly slide inside him. He raised his head up from the viewer and savored what was happening to him. Then he felt that final exquisite moment, when that warm sweaty hairy body was pressed into him and that huge cock finally buried itself all the way inside. It then began to throb against his prostate and started slowly filling him the same way those two floating men were being filled. He then felt two hairy arms wrap around his chest in a gentle loving embrace, before Sam started whispering into his ear.

“Saw you standing here and watching the little sex show out in the water, after retrieving the floating survey pole John was using from the water. I then thought to myself. Why let the new fuck toy have all the fun, when this needy fuck toy right here deserves some over due special fun himself."

Sam then reached down and gave Jack's cock a firm squeeze and stroke.

“Fuck me, Sam. Use that hole and fill me with everything you got." Jack half whispered.

“Are you sure you don't want on your back first?"

“I want it all here and right now, while watching those two sexy men get filled the same way."

“You think you are ready to handle it standing up?"

“I can handle it. I got the strong legs you guys gave me."

“Feeling quite strong today are we. Perhaps I fill you all the way and then walk you out to the hungry plant for an exquisitely long milking as well."

“Fuck yes." Was Jack's only response.

He then felt two large hands slap and grip his thighs hard.

“Well then, let's give the sexy hairy horny fuck toy his earned special treat."

Sam then proceeded to slowly pull his cock out and then stop before it came completely out, before pushing it back in just as slowly and being attentive about making every inch slide over Jack's prostate. Sam chuckled as this made Jack moan loudly.

“That's right. Old Sammy here is going to turn Jack into a syrup pump. I'm going to slide this beer can thick sausage in and out of you as slow as I possibly can. Make your eyes roll back into your head and completely surrender yourself to being used by me. I'm also going to keep filling you all through the fucking. My cock is going to rub all over the exposed surface of that orange size prostate. You will be remembering this ride for quite a while fuck toy."

Sam's commentary was driving Jack mad with desire. Then he felt the red haired fuck machine move his hands towards Jack's bulging belly Both of them heard a familiar gurgling sound coming from it, as it began to slowly expand from the massive syrup load being dumped in it.

“Sweet music to my ears. I love hearing that sound from my fuck toys. It means I am doing my job right and giving you sexy hairy men exactly what you want from me."

Sam moved both hands to lovingly cradle Jack's growing gurgling belly.

“Such a beautiful big belly, that was made to hold everything I am giving you. Can't wait to feel it get nice and firm when it becomes completely round. Smell that? That is the smell of good breeding."

The smell of warm maple syrup was now heavy in the air. A large puddle of the clear special breeding syrup had formed under the tripod and around their feet, slowly being fed by the steady flow of syrup being “pumped" out of Jack's cock and surplus leaking out around Sam's cock and his stretched ass. Sam began breathing in the scent deeply and getting himself primed for next part.

“Ready for the next level fuck toy?" Sam whispered in a more dominant tone.

Jack had no words and just nodded slightly. Sam began thrusting a bit faster and harder.. Jack then felt the familiar sensation of the warmth inside getting more intense and ambient, as the syrup began to fill up his stomach. Initially the stomach itself gurgled in protest, but quickly settled down.

“Oh yeah. Old Sammy is going to make you think you became his throbbing fuck stick."

Jack soon felt his stomach completely fill up and then felt the syrup begin to quickly travel up his throat. The feeling and sensation was beyond words. He just stood there and waited for the moment.

“Just remember to relax and just let it flow right through you." came the encouraging whisper. Jack's world through his eyes briefly went white, as the initial gush came out of his mouth and ran down his chin. The next gush was milder. As if his body knew exactly what to do, his cock began doing the same briefly, then fell in sync with his upper body. Both cock and mouth was pulsing with the surge of syrup coming out of them. He was now completely lost in the feeling of being one big surging throbbing syrup pump. Just like Sam's prostate, balls and cock.

“Yes. Let Sammy take care of you and your needs. Let him show you how good you can feel. Remember to share this same experience with John sometime, when it is just the two of you. Or, if you like, it can be a shared experience. The three of us sharing him and keeping him in this exact blissful overfilled state. Maybe do it out there in the water and let the plant milk him, while we fill him like this. Just like Ben and I did with you each visit. Speaking of the hungry plant. Maybe it needs more. We both know it can handle it. Let's see about getting you back down from your bliss of being like my own throbbing cock First. Then let your head clear up enough that you can consciously control yourself and walk out there to join John and Ben. Don't worry. I'll be right there to help." Sam chuckles softly.

At those last words, Jack felt the surge and flow of the syrup slow down and then stop. Then Sam stopped his pumping and began to slowly pull himself back out of Jack's ass. The thoughts in his head began to become coherent again and his first real thought was all that syrup spilling out of his swollen gut. This thought was quickly squashed by the jolting sensation of something being shoved right into his used hole, the moment Sam's huge cock left it. Jack audibly gurgled a bit with surprise.

“Hey, had to use something to keep all that precious tasty syrup inside you for the hungry plant. Unless you can think of something that can do the job better than a classic butt plug."

Jack looked back over his shoulder at Sam, with a slight criticizing look and then shrugged.

“Think your head is clear enough to make those strong legs we gave you work?"

Jack rolled his eyes and turned his head back towards the water and slowly made his way around the tripod. Using one arm for counterbalance and the other to cradle his swollen belly, he needed almost no help from Sam. However, the big hairy man wasn't too far behind him and was there to help with the slow walk into the water. As the water got deeper, it got easier for Jack to walk with his belly. By the time they got close to where John and Ben were floating, the water was past his waste and made holding it with the one arm unnecessary. Jack also feel that the syrup level inside him had dropped back down to his stomach, making it possible for him to speak again.

“What did the rest of you back at the village have planned for dinner tonight?" Jack asked.

“Since the visit of the new guy is kind of a special occasion for us, we were thinking traditional steamer table meal. Nothing all that fancy, but fitting for the occasion."

“I think John will like that. It will give him a chance to eat something more specific and not some multi culture experimental mixed meal. Such dining is a little too common in the city."

“Oh, my dad and I remember. It was one more reason we stayed out here. The excessive food variety was wrecking his stomach and simply too overwhelming for me."

Both chuckled to each other and finally arrived to where John and Ben were standing earlier. Both were still floating a couple feet away. Jack and Sam could hear muffled moans coming from the flowers covering their faces and then felt the feeler tendrils making contact with their legs. Sam stood right next to Jack and bent over slightly to begin feeling along his legs. He was searching for signs of the filler tendrils and would help one find it's way to where the butt plug was on Jack, then remove the plug and let the tendril find it's way inside Jack's ass.

“Got one. Get ready to be filled again buddy. Or rather filled all the way again."

Both chuckled at that comment Sam made and then Jack gasped in brief shock, as the butt plug was swiftly removed and the guided tendril plunged inside to fill him again. At the same time a milker tendril found his hard leaking cock and slipped over it quickly, to begin sucking the syrup out of him. Sam saw a familiar blank look of bliss come across Jack's face, as the plant began working on him. He spotted a familiar tendril, with a large bud on it, breaking the water surface and climbing past Jack's swollen belly to search for it's target. He guided it towards Jack's open mouth and it quickly reacted to the exhaled air, by expanding and then splitting open. Out came the very thick pink petals, that parted and revealed the feeder appendage and its six smaller oxygen supplying companions. Sam saw Jack glance sideways and smirk, before the flower swiftly shot forward and engulfed his whole face. Moans soon came from beyond the tight hugging petals and Sam could see subtle ripples traveling up the tendril to the flower. Sam then helped Jack slowly recline back into a floating position on the water surface and checked to make sure the proper gripping tendrils found the arms and legs, as they came up to the surface. It wouldn't be long and soon it would be his turn.

The first sign came when one found his ass and plunged right inside. It immediately began sinking deeper and filling him along the way. Sam grunted with satisfaction as it began to go super deep and a milker tendril finally found his own throbbing hard cock, before latching on and sucking all of it swiftly inside its convulsing milker cavity.

“That's right. Make old Sammy your happy horny milk cow again. He still has plenty more for you too. Just don't hold me for too long." He teased lightheartedly to no one in particular.

Sam began rubbing both his hands over the slowly expanding belly and moaned with satisfaction as it began to gurgle and the milking sensation intensified. He then finally let go and allowed the flow of the syrup out of his cock to surge stronger.

“Fuck yes. I have been needing this all day."

He then spotted a second tendril, with a familiar large bud on the end, break the surface and move up past his expanding gurgling belly. He licked his lips in anticipation and impatiently guided it quickly to his open exhaling mouth. The bud reacted as expected and split open to begin expanding and deploying it's thick pink flower. Sam felt multiple tendrils wrapping around his legs and gripping them firmly but gently. It was time. With that final thought, a gust of pheromone infused air hit his face and elicited a loud moan from him, as they caused his arousal to peak. Then the flower shot forward and wrapped around its face. The mild lubricating slime help seal the enclosed area around it up, not allowing any of the treated air to escape. The center cock looking appendage was already inside his mouth and extending partially down his throat. Two of the small air tubes were already inside his nostrils and seeking their own path into his lungs with lubricated silky swiftness.

The combined physical sensations and pheromone assault was now reducing his mental processing to simpler and simpler thinking by the minute. Sam found his mind begin to slowly drift into a familiar fog of perpetual sexual bliss, as his body began to relax and recline into a floating position on the water surface. He was now buried so deep within his own personal thoughts of sexual pleasure, that nothing happening outside his body mattered anymore. He felt the need to just let the pleasure continue for as long as it took the plant to get what it needed from him. Soon his thoughts became more basic and he finally lost consciousness.

E P I L O G U E

Just beyond the group of four floating men, with their round bellies bulging with sex syrup and various types of tendrils attached to them, a rather large streamlined and heavily armored black shape is slowly circling their area. The only visible sign of its propulsion is the presence of a long thick armored tail of the same color. Its overall form and shape could only be seen from above and very much looks like that of a large alligator. The view from the surface only shows the dual rows of pronounced spines running from just behind the amber glowing eyes, to where they merge as one row at the tip of the tail. The swimming pattern is that of protection over the four floating men in the middle. Hello Danny.