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Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse and Jeremy 156 You don’t have to go through a time tunnel to DONATE TO fty/donate.html DONATE, it’s easy! So don’t be sleazy and read these stories for free for nothing. Donate to Nifty to keep it running. DOCTOR WHO, JEREMY AND JESSE… 156 MANY GAYS TO THE MOON https://www.youtube/watch?v=qOuXPumL3l8 As Jeremy pulled Jesse up and to him, their fronts touched, skin to skin and Jeremy couldn’t resist and drew him into himself even more. The two of them had the same idea and kissed deeply. Behind them, the tunnel was alive with a rainbow of colors. Fitting. The roar of the tunnel rose even higher and anyone speaking had to shout to be heard. https://www.youtube/watch?v=_vBWljpwdkY https://www.youtube/watch?v=j_5gDv4hsUM Jesse was back to bed. Jeremy quickly took the pressure off by turning around after a pause to recover and laid on Jesse’s front. Jesse turned sideways and so did Jeremy. They kissed some more and touched chests and bellies, covered with cum and sweat. “Tyler’s gone?” Jesse asked. “Disappeared right from under us.” “Under you. Above me,” Jesse corrected and laughed. “He’s gonna make some hot guy very happy…” “Shit. I’m tired.” Jesse looked at him. “We can’t be…the orgy…” Jeremy put a finger to mouth. He hand signed sign language. Which they both knew. “We’re being watched.” Jesse hand signed. “Thought as much. Pervy.” “Let them think we want more sex.” “Let them think? I do,” Jesse signed. “We have to try to get those other kids out.” “Where to? If the tunnel or the TARDIS isn’t available…how do we…what do we do? Get them out onto the lunar surface?” “That’s an idea.” Cohen was too distracted by his own turn on to watch the screen. For all he knew the boys were just recovering. He was trying to pleasure himself. Fenshaw was doing the same but turned away from the screen. Neither saw the sign language. Jesse signed, “Good thing Mingo and Toby taught us this stuff.” “That’s not all they taught us. Almost forgot about them.” Jesse smiled. “We taught them a thing of two about themselves, too so we paid them back.” “Don’t you mean laid them back?” “That Mingo…Go…gawd,” Jesse said as he stood up. “Let’s not dress but take the clothes with us. We want them to think we want the orgy.” Jesse said that out loud. “That orgy…” Cohen looked at the screen. “These boys never get enough.” Fenshaw took his hands out of his pants. “No, they don’t, do they?” Jesse talked to Jeremy, “…we know where it is. Let’s go. Why let this…” he felt himself up from chest to lower leg and hitting all areas between, “…go to waste…” Jeremy stooped to pick up his clothes that Tyler had brought out. “Good idea. He showed us the room…” As the two looked out cautiously and left the room, opening the sliding door (which sounded like a Star Trek sliding door), Dr. Cohen asked, “And how is the orgy room going?” Fenshaw turned a dial on the screen, returning to a seat. “Good, good.” While Jesse and Jeremy entered the room, both of them, from the doorway, motioned to the 16 teens, who were in various states of sex and on various furniture, mostly white beds and couches but also blue and red recliners, to be quiet. Jesse took one of the males, a young looking redhead by the dick and squeezed, seductively. He made the cum that sprang from the already turned on redhead, freckled kid shoot at the camera. Cum covered it. The room had six beds, mostly white, two black recliners, and some white plastic deco looking tables and night stands. The window lined one side of the room looking out over the moon scape, a dark and dismal gray with some stars showing over it. The light from the stars illuminated the lunar scape. Jeremy whispered as Jesse took a table and stood on it to disconnect wires from the audio. “Look, orgy dudes and dudettes. We haven’t much time.” The redhead shook his dick free of excess cum. “Excuse me but is this another test?” A girl with short bob of blond hair said, “Yes, to just barge in here…” “Awww,” Jesse jumped down, having finished his job. “Put some clothes on, please.” The girls, eight of them ran for their clothes. The redhead shook his head. “I mean why should we…” Jesse took the teen by the arm. “Look Will Robinson…” “My name’s Gavin…” Jesse looked at Jeremy. “Is no one interested in pop culture?” “I am!” Jeremy smiled. “My…friend is right…we haven’t much time. If we’re going to get out of here, we have to move now. Who’s with us?” “They…they’ve been training us in…their ways…” a brunette male said. “I’m Rosario.” “Hiya, Rosie,” Jesse waved. “Rosie the Riveter…knew her, I did.” “You’re beginning to sound…” “Don’t say it,” Jesse warned Jeremy. “Nazism?” Jeremy asked Rosario and looked at Gavin. “Yeah,” both boys said as one. “Some of us…some of us are Jewish…” Gavin told Jesse. Jesse laughed. “Jer, those Nazis in the future…their…they’re of some Jewish heritage.” Jeremy put his hands on his head. “Oh, man. I wonder if they knew that.” “If we get these guys outta here, those teens may not be there anymore,” Jesse told Jeremy. “It’s bursa yabancı escort true,” Jeremy said, “Or they might be totally different. Have different lives in the far future.” Rosario approached Jeremy closer. “If you want us to follow you…you sure aren’t talking like we should understand…or trust you.” The girls returned by now. One redheaded girl came forth. “I do trust them.” “Why?” Gavin asked, “Cause you’re a fan?” “Pfffttt. Of them?” The girl said. She put her hand out, “I’m May.” “Hiya, May,” Jesse waved and shook her hand. Jeremy did, too. “Fan?” “Oh, yeah,” she laughed. “Big time.” Jeremy smiled but then dropped his smile. “Look, if I’m way wrong, Doctors Cohen and Fenshaw might be just about recovering from their states and will be in contact with security so it’s now or never.” Jesse continued, “Do you want to get back to your own time? To Earth and off this Moon base of sex?” “I wouldn’t have put it quite that way,” Jeremy shut his eyes in judgement. Eventually, all of them came round and acknowledged that they wanted to get out of the base. Jeremy nodded to them to move toward the door. “Spacesuits. We need spacesuits.” “Gentlemen, it just so happens I just happen to know the way,” Jesse said, “Unless there were or will be redecorating …we still don’t know what time we’re in but it seems as if it’s after Liz Shaw’s time on the base and before the time it was a prison for gays where I was.” As this was happening, Tyler was completely naked, his body rolling through the vortex. He tried to straighten himself out but didn’t have much luck. The dematerialization happened just as he was about to let off his first sexual orgasm inside another person. “Fuck! Not this again!” He came in the vortex…a sprouting fountain of cum released from his dick and shot everywhere like a growing plant…cum headed for openings in the vortex… The Journal Sentinel newspaper dated: 1881 October, Milwaukee Wisconsin � Item: “An interesting change thing besides rain this early fall happened in here in Milwaukee. Long ribbons of what appeared to be spider webs fell in blankets. Somewhere as long as 60 feet in length. There was no mention of seeing spiders before, during or after the event. Some were hit in the face as they looked up in the sky to see the phenomena. One local boy reported swallowing the substance which proved harmless. He later told our reporter it tasted sweet like honey and also bitter as the same time. He wanted to repeat the experience.” Four aliens on motorcycle-like rockets, three males, green skin, big heads, short bodies. Laughing. “We can kill all the humans on the planet in one, short month if we want to.” “And that’s what we’re gonna do!” The female laughed. “Oh no!” The rockets looked like saucers in the front and Flash Gordon rockets in the back. “What is this stuff?” “It is causing our sensors to overload as it lands on them!” “We are going to crash!” “I’ll send a distress call! What’s the name of this planet?!” “A place called Earth!” “Oh, that place!? OH NO!” “Over what appears to be the United States. A place called Roswell.” Another cum load sprayed on the fire just as it touched Joan of Arc on the stake. One of the onlookers yelled, “Perhaps it is manna meant to maintain she is the messenger of GOD! Perhaps we are wrong to burn her!” Another series of cum rainings landed in a cup of hemlock being sipped down by Socrates. Socrates was made to drink this. He was also made to walk until his legs were numb. “Crito, we owe a cock to Asclepius. Please, don’t forget to pay the debt.” “A cock? Perhaps the cock gave to us freely?” Another place, another time: “Sophie, you spurned me all those years ago. Said I was just a Serbian child. Well, now you die!” The teenager walked to a nearby food shop, Schiller’s delicatessen, near the Latin Bridge. At this point the Archdukes’ motorcade turned off the Appel Quay, mistakenly following the original route which would have taken them to the National Museum. Governor Potiorek, who was sharing the second vehicle with the Imperial couple, called out to the driver to reverse and take the Quay to the hospital. Driver Lojka stopped the car close to where Princip, the teen assassin, stood, prior to backing up. The teen stepped forward and raised his Belgian-made 9�17mm Fabrique Nationale model 1910 semi-automatic pistol. “I only want you Sophie. The rest can live.” He was about to fire when cum hit him in the eyes. He fired the first shot, whispering, “Die, Sophie for turning my love down.” The first bullet wounded the Archduke in the jugular vein but his second shot inflicted an abdominal wound on the Duchess. The Archduke was yelling, “Sophie, Sophie! Don’t die! Live for our children!” “What are you last words, Hitler?” Hitler opened his mouth but cum hit his mouth instead. He choked. Cum also hit the Russian holding the gun on him. It hit the man on the hand. “What is this abomination?!” He was so startled and rattled that he shot Hitler in the head. “How did that get in here? We are in a bunker?!!” “What is it, comrade?” bursa sınırsız escort “Perhaps a sign from an angel…” Tyler landed in the tunnel on all fours. His butt crack was facing the complex. He stood up and turned around, out of the blue mist and white fog that formed around him. He was dazed. “Wel’la, he is back!” “Good work, doctor. Now, you may erase his memory and return him to his family.” “See. No need to kill them when finished.” “We don’t know when he was taken from. You haven’t fixed the tunnel itself.” “One thing at a time, Colonel, one thing at a time. I was able to get it to focus on him. We can return each teenager in return for their help. It’s not as if there was anything for them to do on the other side of the tunnel but take measurements.” The Colonel looked at the woman at the console. “No, yes. Yes, no. I mean, you are correct. We can return many to their families.” “I’d like a hundred percent. Always one hundred percent. God gave us little green apples.” The woman whispered, “You’re sure he’s all right. He seems a bit off. It must have been just after…” The doctor walked up to the woman, so she stopped talking. He held the boy, Tyler, by the upper arm and led him past her and the Colonel. “I’ll get on him…I mean I’ll get on it right away.” “You do that, doctor.” In full helmeted spacesuits, the sixteen teens were on the face of the Moon. “How do we move out?” “Walk?” “No, Gavin. You can get further,” Jesse explained, “…by jumping and hopping. We want to get as far as we can from the Moon base.” The 18 of them did so but they began to get tired after an hour. They had to stop to rest. Jeremy looked around. “I thought by now…” Jesse and Jeremy were beside them, also in helmets and spacesuits. Jesse had the modulator in his space gloved hand. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all?” He waved the modulator over the teens. Jeremy shrugged. “There’s nothing else we can do. If they’re not taken by the time our air is almost out, we’ll have to give ourselves up to the Moon base and throw ourselves on their…” “Dicks?” “I was going to say mercy.” “We might have to do that sooner than you think!” Jesse pointed to two lunar tanks rumbling toward them, and oddly not making a sound on the void of the lunar scape. A huge laser cannon stick pointed out from each tank. To Jesse, the opening looked rather large and deadly. He wondered what it would fire, a deadly ray or a missile. Or some kind of bomb? The tanks looked imposing and coldly heartless. http://4.bp.blogspot/_4sCUMFVBe2M/S3MvYORaUwI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/lmv0GCWZkfU/s400/TANK.jpg “I’ve got an image!” The woman who ran the tunnel console looked up at the tunnel. The Colonel looked up. “It’s 16 of those teenagers and there’s the other two.” “Do you want me to kill them?” “What? No. First, before we even attempt to kill the Doctor’s friends, we want those teens back here. We can find out valuable information from them.” “How do we know Fenshaw and Cohen are done with them?” “Those idiots. If they’re not done with them, they’ve let them escape onto the lunar surface. I guess those other two fools of the Doctor’s thought he’d be here by now and try to get them back.” “He did get some of the others back.” “Yes and returned them, memories gone, back into the public. Like the boy, Tyler.” “I remember him.” “Do you have enough power to switch them all back here?” “No. Just the 16.” “Get them. Get them now.” “But weren’t they supposed to be the remnants?” “Of the human race? You don’t believe that, do you?” “Our superiors do.” “Do you have a red flag?” Jesse asked Jeremy on the lunar surface. “Yeah, sure,” Jeremy said, sarcastically and defeated. “In my back pocket.” “When we told the Doctor about that,” the Colonel said in the tunnel complex, “…he just smiled. I don’t think those ragged teenagers and our homeless are going to be the future of mankind. I think he knew more but wasn’t talking.” “So what do you want me to do? If those tanks…” “Switch the 16, if you can.” The woman checked the console. “Jerry?” “Check.” “Ray?” “Check.” “Jiggs?” “Check.” “Haywood?? “Call me Woody.” The Colonel did a double take and shook his head negatively. The woman rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Woody?” “Check.” The woman ordered, “Switch them!” She turned a switch on six of the console dials. Then, she turned the switch back and forth again. As the tanks rolled at the 18 figures in spacesuits on the Moon surface, past craters. The 16 teens vanished. Jesse stepped toward the tanks, which were perilously close. “Do they mean to stop?” He waved his hands up, “We surrender? We’ll come peacefully. As a matter of fact, I’ll come any way you want me to.” Jeremy turned and noticed the teens were gone after a series of similar Time Tunnel pop sounds. He hopped over to Jesse in the airless void. He tapped Jesse on the shoulder to get his attention but failed. “Run them down!” Cohen ordered from inside the tank that was slightly ahead of the second tank. The driver said, “The others have disappeared! Right off görükle escort the surface of the Moon!” “I don’t care. It’s those two’s fault. Kill them!” Fenshaw called over the radio. “I heard that. I wouldn’t advise that. Not only would you err on the wrong side of the Doctor but when he comes to his right mind, you’ll have to face his wrath…” “They’re nothing but nuisances and have been for a long time now. They may be blond but they’re not one of us.” The driver frowned. “Technically, they would be two of us.” “Don’t get cute with me. I want them dead! Run them over! Now!” “They’re not going to stop!” Jesse yelled and then turned, “All of you! Jump and hop for your lives!” He turned. Jeremy turned with him so that he was closer to the tanks. “Hey, where’d everybody go?” The teens started to appear in groups of three and four until all sixteen were in the mouth of the time tunnel in 2008. The Colonel nodded to his security guards, who ran to the tunnel and started to escort them out. The teens were naked again, the spacesuits, gone via the tunnel. “Don’t hurt them. Put them back in the cells.” He turned to the woman, “Now, can you retrieve those two interfering meddlers?” The Colonel asked. “No, even though the slightly shorter one…” “Jesse?” “Yes,” the woman said and her voice betrayed that she thought it strange that the Colonel knew his name. “Even though he has the modulator still in his hand…the tunnel seems to be acting on its own somehow. As if it has both of those boys’ signals somehow.” The Colonel snarled. “I bet it was something that Doctor did when he was here…” “How? He was not himself.” “Ash. I wouldn’t put it past him. Maybe he did something afterward. Maybe, another time or place. Or maybe he treated their bodies somehow. Or maybe that machine of his…his, what does he call it?” “TARDIS, I think.” “Maybe that did something to their physiognomy…can you do anything with them?” “I sure can try.” The woman began turning more and more levers and pull handles on the console. “Look!” The Colonel nodded to the image. Jesse and Jeremy’s spacesuits and helmets vanished. They sank to their knees. Fenshaw looked out the armored window on his tank, “Dr. Cohen, look at your monitor or out the window…” “Excellent. They will be dead in no time. Just to make sure, drivers, run their dying bodies over anyway!!!” As the tanks headed for the two kneeling figures, Jesse and Jeremy vanished just before. Tanks rolled over the indents in the moon dust. The popping sound they made as they vanished echoed for a time. Jesse and Jeremy flew through the time crystals in the vortex. The woman at the control console in the Montauk tunnel base ordered, “Focus set on modulator.” The tunnel made a new hum and that rose to a dizzying height. The modulator grew hot so Jesse took it out of his shorts as he was tossed about. “I think it’s going to explode! I have to let go of you to save you!” Jeremy tried to turn toward his friend. “NOOO!” Jesse pushed Jeremy one way and flung himself another. The two separated in time. Jesse felt himself fall out of a hole in the sky and peered down quickly. He saw a wall rushing up to greet him. It was slim at the top so he threw himself to the left. He actually pushed his hands on the wall to get himself further away from Jeremy. https://www.youtube/watch?v=Zv2eBfx4eYA Deposited out of the vortex, Jeremy had passed him, tumbling head over heels. Jeremy landed on his butt but quickly stood up and wiped himself off. He rubbed his head and shoulders, checking his minor pains from the landing. It was then that he realized it was dark and a bit misty outside. He didn’t feel too warm or too cold but somewhere in between. He hugged himself. He moved along the wall to squint into the darkness. He thought he saw small towers and maybe very slow moving guards in old style uniforms, drab and almost colorless. Gray. And barb wire. “Oh no.” https://www.youtube/watch?v=Zv2eBfx4eYA He heard the roar of a truck so he put his back to the wall and made his way along it as fast as he could. He stopped when the sound of another truck seemed to come from where he was headed. Then, he heard voices. He couldn’t see in the darkness. It sounded German or Russian. He was not sure which but either the time tunnel or the TARDIS was still translating for him. “What do we do? Shoot into the air? Shoot them?” “We can’t.” “We have no idea what is happening.” “We leave it, then. If we…there’s been enough killing over this structure.” “Agreed.” The guard waved to other guards along the wall and nodded “NO.” This message was passed along from guard to guard. “Jeremy? Jeremy! Where are you?” Jesse called. He looked up and saw a 12 foot concrete wall. “Jesse!? I can hear you!” Jeremy touched the wall. “I think I’m on the other side of a wall.” Jesse ran to the wall. “I am, too.” “Which side? Where and when?” Jeremy turned as he saw a large crowd coming at him! Men, women, and younger people. All holding some kind of weapons, picks, shovels, axes, chisels and hammers. The cacophony grew louder as they ran right at the wide eyed blond American! Not even I can take on this many people, Jeremy thought. As the mass of people, yelling, screaming, and shouting came at him, he put his arms up over his face to protect himself. To be ube/watch?v=yp3dT4u7F0o You don’t have to go through a time tunnel to DONATE TO fty/donate.html

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