When THE BOY Smiles

Matthew felt Luke's canon balls, bombs and missiles of semen flying up his ever expanding nostrils, even as the same sperm projectiles flew from his penis up both nostrils of Luke's enormous snout which was rapidly moving towards a trunk, although nowhere near the size of his trunk. By now, Matthew's nostrils were practically folded halfway around the side walls of the chamber they were in. But even as John and Mark and Paul and David and Joshua and Peter and Adam and Steve and the rest of the "dead" Thunder Boys made love to each other and the true 'boy' Samuel masturbated like there was no tomorrow ('which', he reflected, 'perhaps there was not'), semen flying up nostrils, into mouths and everywhere else and Samuel's all around the room, all eyes were fixed, expectantly, on him. John and Mark had told him that since his trunk was by far the largest nasal apparatus that any of them possessed, The Law of The Thunder Bolt said that he must be the leader of all of The Thunder Boys, inside The Fortress of Thunder, in other words dead, and outside The Fortress of Thunder, in other words still alive. Samuel was of course still alive, but since he lacked both the nasal width and the minimum age to be a Thunder Boy, plus he had no one to pair with, he was staying there for protection from homophobes but was not one who could be in the field, although he was also doing what he could to help from within The Fortress of Thunder, since the more semen flew inside it, the stronger those outside it became. John and Mark had also said that this Law of The Thunder Bolt dictated that the leader of The Thunder Boys be known simply as The Boy. Matthew had at first been reluctant to accept this calling, but when he could see that ALL of his fellow Thunder Boys embraced it and seemed quite set upon it, he at last did the same, albeit still with some trepidation and reluctance. "Matt," said Luke, seeming to read his thoughts, as he so often had since long before they became the second pair of Thunder Boys as the storm had grown. "I know this is not all as you or we had planned, even once we became Thunder Boys, but this is your destiny, and I at least certainly believe in you." Matt nodded. "Thank you, Luke. And you are correct, whether I like it or not, this is clearly the role that I was always meant to play." He hesitated a long time then, hating what he knew he must say next, but knowing that it must be said nevertheless. Finally he took a very deep breath. "That being said, at least while we are among our fellows, you had better start simply calling me The Boy, although if we are ever alone together again, I would certainly then still prefer Matt." Luke nodded. "You're right, The Boy. So, The Boy, all eyes are on us, mostly you. So. . ." The Boy nodded. "Yes, and the time is near, but all of our army is not yet quite in place, so it is not quite time." Samuel, semen flying from his penis in all directions as he alternately squeezed its tube and its tip, piped in. "You are the only one who will know, The Boy, so we'll await your signal." "Yes," interjected John. "Only the Trunk of The Boy can smell when all is ready. I apologize, I know both Mark and I have already said that at least a dozen times each, The Boy." "You just want to say 'The Boy' as many times as you can," laughed The Boy, his nostrils briefly almost reaching the far corners of both side walls. John blushed. "There could be some truth to that, The Boy." His face went even more scarlet. "All right, a lot of truth." The Thunder rolled and roared inside and outside the chamber and the rest of the fortress as the ejaculations from every penis intensified and increased to the size of small asteroids and the speed of shooting stars. Suddenly, Samuel cried out in shock and pain, and all could see and feel why at once. What had just shot from his penis was not semen of any shape or size. It was a bolt of lightning. The same had shot from The Boy's penis into Luke's now smallish trunk and up his right and then left nostril, and he was certain from the gasps and cries that had followed Samuel's almost instantly that everyone else had experienced the same. The Boy smiled so broadly that the nostrils of his trunk folded all the way along the side walls, across the back wall and met, touching each other, in the middle of it. "I guess we shall all know after all," said The Boy. "Let The Great Assault begin." He felt The Fortress of Thunder starting to move beneath him, and gave a mighty trumpet from his trunk and roar from his mouth, hearing his comrades snort with their snouts or at least exceptionally large noses and roar with their mouths. Suddenly, though, his trumpeting and their snorting and all of their roaring became mighty claps and tremendous rolls of Thunder. "Soon cleared shall be, all Republican Isles," Luke suddenly began to chant, as if in a trance. "When all can see, that at last The Boy smiles." "Yes," said The Boy, smiling even more broadly, causing the tips of nostrils to cross, as Semen Lightning Bolts exploded not only in their chamber, but throughout The Fortress of Thunder, from The actual Thunder Boys and even from the walls. "And soon they must all face the full strength of all of us, all of The. . ."