A DIFFERENT WORLD
By Erik Maskot
Circa. 300 A.D., somewhere in the Carpathians, Rumania
The landslide had begun further up the mountain on the other side of the valley, and it swept across the river at the bottom and into the farm houses on the east side of the little village. Together with the mud, the slip, more than a thousand feet long and two hundred feet wide, fifty thousand tons of earth and rock continued on its downward path across the valley, blocked the course of the river, and built a wall of rock. People were screaming. Struck by panic they fled up into the hills on the other side.
When everything slowed down, the people of the village were in shock, standing on a hill, watching the valley slowly being filled with water. The wall of rocks had made a natural dam. They knew that about two hundred of their young men have been trapped in the big cave on the other side, the entrance behind a big rock, and the entrance gradually disappearing into the newly created lake. Nobody came out.
Spring 2001, Carpathians, Rumania
It was a wonderful day in the mountains, the temperature was in the 70's already and the sun was shining. I had found this beautiful lake and decided I was gonna take a swim. The water was not as warm as I hoped it would be, but not too cold. I was surprised to see how steep the beach was, and I got this feeling the lake was very deep. I decided to dive. The water was very clear, so I had no problems finding my way around down there, as the sun was so bright. There was a lot of fish in the lake.
I saw a big rock that almost touched the surface. I climbed on top of it and sat down on it to relax for a while. After a while I noticed something that looked like the opening of an underwater cave behind the rock. I decided to check it out, as caves have always fascinated me. I could barely squeeze my body between the giant rock and the mountainside, but I got in, and discovered a fairly big room as soon as I was inside. It was dark, so I didn't see much, but I found out that there was a level above the surface of the water in the big room, and from there, there was a creek and a path leading further into the mountain.
I wanted to continue, but I would need my flashlight. Besides, it was pretty chilly in there, so I would need some clothes as well. I decided to go back up and get my stuff. I took out a couple of plastic bags from my backpack and put it around my stuff, then taped it good, hoping that I could keep it dry the few seconds it would stay in the water. Then I jumped into the lake again.
I pushed my backpack in front of me, and squeezed myself back into the cave again. I unwrapped the plastic nicely, not to make any holes in it, as I would need it again when I would return. I opened the backpack and to my satisfaction everything was dry. I put on clothes, then found my flashlight. Luckily I also had extra batteries.
It looked like the path could go on for miles into the mountain, so I decided to bring everything in my backpack, including my sleeping bag and canned food.
As I kept walking the cave narrowed, but I had no problems walking upright. The water in the creek was running in the same direction as I was walking. The walls were glimmering and I took a closer look. It looked like there was a lot of gold in the cave. I cheered. It seemed like I could end up as a millionaire because of my interest in caves. I kept walking, curious to find out where the path would take me.
After about an hour I noticed that the water was running faster, and I knew the path was taking me downhill. I didn't notice at first, but then it was getting noticeably steeper. In the end I came to a waterfall. The cave split in two. The walking path didn't follow the creek any longer.
It was then I realized the path was man made. When the path was too steep to follow, there were stairs that led me down to a big lake where the waterfall ended. I was in a huge room. I thought I saw some weird shapes and lights on the other side of the lake, but my flashlight wasn't strong enough to help me see what it could be. I noticed that the path again split, following the lake on both sides. The path also became wider and smoother, almost like a one lane road.
As I came closer to the other side of the lake, I noticed that there was something that lit up the cave. The shapes on the other side started looking like roofs and domes. I decided to turn my flashlight off, as I thought this was getting too weird. I started being more careful as I walked forward. I was pretty sure I was coming to some sort of town. What kind of town could this be, in the middle of a mountain? Was this an ancient town, or could there still be people living there? I was getting nervous.
Then I was almost there. My mouth fell open. This was incredible. The town looked like it was from a Disney fairytale. But this was real, not a cartoon. The houses were made of white marble, beautifully carved, and decorated with gold and precious stones of various colors. I had forgotten that this place could make me a millionaire. Money couldn't be compared to anything as beautiful as this. The riches of churches and palaces around the world looked poor compared to this. I noticed that even the streets in this town were marble, and so clean.
I started looking around, and could confirm that this was the end of the cave, the only way out was the trail I had followed. The light was coming from small holes in the ceiling. They almost looked like stars.
All of a sudden I heard voices. I hid behind the corner of a building. I peeked and saw that there were four young men, one of them carrying a torch, the other three were carrying big jars with water.
The four of them had a fair complexion and dark hair, and speaking a language I'd never heard before, but it could have been related to one of the languages in this area. The way they dressed definitely did not resemble anything I've seen before. They were wearing a big piece of cloth, tied around their waists. It almost looked like sarong, a silk skirt that people in Thailand wear.
Then all of a sudden I sensed somebody behind me, and I turned around. I don't know who got the biggest shock, me or the young guy who had just discovered me, but to him I must have looked like a complete stranger, an alien from a different world. Which I probably was too, if the people here haven't been in touch with the world outside this mountain for hundreds of years. This I believed since there was nothing in this town that remotely resembled anything from the planet Earth.
The young man was about to run, but I tried to convince him that I was not dangerous, opened my hands to show him that I had no weapons. The last thing I wanted was him to call the others, and be surrounded by a hundred strangers or so. He looked at me suspiciously, searching every inch of me with his eyes. He must have found my clothes very strange. I wore a pair of blue jeans, a t-shirt and a light coat. All he wore was a piece of cloth that covered his upper body, and the sarong.
He was a stud. Had one of the prettiest faces I've seen in a long time, had blue eyes and dark hair, and he was tall, at least six feet. From what I could see from his arms he must have been muscular, and he had broad shoulders.
He said something that I didn't understand. Probably wanted to know who I was. Then he said "Tobra ten." This was something I recognized from the Czech Republic, which was where I started hiking in the mountains. I smiled, and he smiled back. "Tobra ten" must have meant something like "hi" or "good afternoon" as that was the meaning of the Czech "dobra den."
I remembered then that I had a Czech phrase book in my backpack. My quick movement must have scared him, but I let him see what I was doing, so he calmed down again. In the corner of my eye I could see he was studying me with curious eyes.
I picked up my phrase book, hoping that I could communicate with him in Czech, even if that wasn't his language.
I looked up one of the pages, and tried to form "My name is Erik. What is your name?" and said: "Jmenuji se Erik. Jak se jmenujete?" He smiled again, and answered "Daron!" We both laughed, and I knew that the ice between us was broken.
He started talking to me, but I didn't understand what he was saying, as I had to look up everything and see if I could find anything that was close to what he was saying. He finally realized that, and instead he started using his hands and tried to explain that I should follow him to his home. I followed him.
I wondered if the people really understood what riches they were possessing. Daron's door was not really a door, but a big hole in the wall, covered with a heavy curtain with thousands of small precious stones embroidered into it. Still, it seemed that these people lived such a simple life. Inside there were no such things as chairs, tables, pictures on the walls. The house was just one big room with a round fireplace in the middle of the room. There was a big pile of furs in one corner, and I figured that must have been the bed. At first I thought the room looked empty, but I started looking around and realized it wasn't. The windows were just round holes in the wall, covered with curtains just like the door. The marble walls were covered with the most beautiful little carvings that I was pretty sure must have taken centuries to make. It looked like they were telling a story. I could see from one of the carvings there was a picture of a valley, a landslide on one side, and people running on the other side. The next picture was a lake. This was true artwork. So detailed. Gold, silver and small precious stones were used to add colors to the carvings. This was all so amazing. I wanted to ask Daron about the pictures, but realized that I couldn't because of the language barrier.
Daron said "Rib?" He was pointing at some fish that he had prepared to cook. I checked my phrase book, and found that the Czech word for fish was "ryby." I smiled and answered "ano," yes. He laughed, wanted to teach me his language, and started correcting me. "Yes" was "an" in his language. I said the Czech word for "no" which was "ne," and he corrected me and said "na." We both laughed. I knew at that moment I was in love with him.
He then surprised me by carrying in some fruits and berries. I was surprised that the people living inside a mountain this isolated from the world had food like this. I decided to put away the phrase book, and let him teach me his words, as Czech was not my language anyway.
He held up an apple and said "yabel," pears were "krusk," plums were "twest," strawberries were "yahot," blackberries were "otrut," raspberries were "poruk." Daron also showed me some vegetables, and called the potatoes "prambor," carrots "mirk," tomatoes "raytat," and then nuts were "orek" and onion was "tipul." I tried to repeat and remember the words. I failed several times, and we were both laughing very hard. In the end I got them right.
I was wondering where they have gotten the food from, and Daron tried to explain with his hands. He pointed towards the path I had used to get here. Then I understood that they do leave the cave from time to time, to get food and to fish and hunt. But still, they could not have had any contact with other people, as this civilization was so different. We sat down on the floor, crosslegged, and started eating, peeking at each other and laughing. I loved this guy so much, and I got a hard on. Daron seemed to notice my bulge, as he stopped eating for a moment, and looked into my eyes.. He seemed to share my feelings.
He let his clothes drop to the floor and let me have a good look at his naked body. He was an athletic young stud, his skin was smooth.
I watched his cock grow. It was big, at least ten inches, and the balls were hanging low, probably from not wearing any underwear. My cock was pushing against the fabric of my jeans.
He pushed his cock against my lips. It was such a beautiful cock. I licked the tip, tasting the salty precum. I opened my mouth wide and closed it over his thick cockhead. Daron moaned and put his hands behind my head and pulled me forward, bending his knees back till my head was in his lap. I placed my hands on his thighs and eagerly bobbed up and down on his thick cockhead.
Daron wanted to take my clothes off, but he wasn't used to these kind of clothes, so I had to help him. He tried to pull my tight jeans down, but I had to show him how to open the belt first, then the buttons in front. All this amazed him. When I pulled the jeans down, he was staring at my speedos. They were bright red with a thick white line, and two narrow black lines in front. He seemed fascinated by it, and started stroking his hand in front of my bulge. My cock grew even more. Then he started pulling on it, and my cock fell out. Daron was smiling.
His hands moved down my back to my ass where his long strong fingers stroked my cheeks. Cupping them in his big hands, he squeezed them together and pulled them apart. He ran his forefinger up and down my crack, applying more and more pressure. He then stopped at my anus, tracing a circle around the edge, pressing firmer and firmer until my anus opened and he pushed his finger in to the second knuckle. My sphincter immediately locked down on his finger. He waited till I relaxed, then began to work it around, touching my prostate. This drove me wild.
He moved his finger deeper, and when I stiffened, he once more touched my prostate and got more writhing against that finger. He worked my ass expertly. He inserted a second finger. Those probing fingers felt so good. They started moving faster and faster. I couldn't stand it anymore, and begged him to fuck me. He didn't understand my words, of course, but he knew what I wanted.
He removed his fingers, and wanted me to get on my hands and knees. Then he knelt down behind me, spread my legs, and lined up his cock with my asshole. Gripping my hips firmly, he pushed forward. I held my breath as I felt my anus being stretched open. I gasped as I felt his thick head break through and move into my ass. I squeezed it tightly. He put his right hand under my ass, and cupped my balls, they were so full and sensitive, I swooned from his touch. As he continued to stroke and squeeze them, I relaxed and felt his cockhead move in and out of my ass.
When I completely opened up to him, he leaned forward, putting his arms around my chest and pulled me upright on my knees. He bent me back against him, squeezing my nipples, and tongueing my ear. I felt like jello, and when he started pushing that huge cock up my ass, I reached behind and stroked his buns, and pushed my ass against his cock. Then it touched my prostate. I cried out and tried to lift up, but he held me firm, pushing his cock back and forth against my prostate and driving me into a frenzy. I writhed around, helplessly working my ass against that cock as he pushed against my prostate. My whole body went into spasms, and I moaned that I was going to come. With a mighty lunge he drove his huge cock up into my bowels. I cried out and sprayed my load onto the floor, as I fell forward with him on top of me.
Daron kissed my neck and opened my clenched hands, intertwining his fingers with mine, all the while grinding his hips against me. My back was soaked with sweat, and his chest slid up and down it as he pumped my ass with his cock. With each stroke he pulled out farther and plunged down harder. Each time he pushed his cock deep up my ass, I moaned. His hot breath on my neck became labored as he moved up and down faster and faster. His grunts and my moans became louder and louder. I felt his body convulse, and he let out a loud yell, as he pounded his cock up my ass spurting his load.
Exhausted, we lay together on the floor and fell asleep.
"Daron!" The calling of Daron's name woke me up. I heard it again. It was coming from the outside. Daron said something back that I didn't understand, and another young guy entered the house. I got embarrassed as I was still naked, and wanted to cover up, but Daron just laughed. He didn't cover himself up, so I didn't either. Then I got a little worried, because Daron was not the only one in the cave who knew about me anymore. How long before the rest would know? But my fear didn't last long.
Daron was talking to his friend, and he started smiling, too. He introduced himself as Narjan. With the help of my phrase book and with the use of sign language, Daron explained to me that I should follow Narjan, and he would show me the town. I agreed. He realized I wasn't used to being naked in front of strangers, so he handed me his clothes to put on. That way I looked like them and not like an alien. I followed Narjan. Before I walked out, I noticed in the corner of my eye that Daron picked up my speedos and put them on. He obviously got turned on by them. I smiled.
Narjan was just as hot looking as Daron, and it seemed like he also found me interesting, as his eyes kept meeting mine, and every time he smiled. Unfortunately, we couldn't talk much because of the language barrier. Narjan took me through the town, and he showed me a lot of amazing stuff that proved that these people have developed just as much as the outside world, just in a different way. I noticed they used electricity, and had electric light, but they didn't have lightbulbs like we do. Instead it looked like they have put light inside large precious stones, and the light was glowing in red, blue, green, yellow and purple. It looked so beautiful, I just couldn't explain it. The light was put everywhere, on the houses, even on the ground, in the streets, so you could see where you were putting your feet in the dark. It reminded me of Christmas lights from home.
I thought that it had to be dark all the time in the cave, but Narjan showed me that I was wrong. He showed me that there were lots of giant mirrors placed at strategic places in the cave, and again, with the use of signs, he explained to me that the sun was shining through several holes in the mountain during the day, and on sunny days the cave actually was lit up as long as seven hours with the help of the mirrors. I was amazed.
I asked him how they made electricity. He didn't understand the word, but I pointed at the lights, and he smiled. I thought his answer would be too complicated for me to understand, but it was simple. He just pointed to the sun. So they actually had solar power.
Narjan led me to a path that took us up on the cave wall. Soon I could see the town from above. I wished the world could have seen this, as it was the most beautiful thing I'd seen, but I knew if I told anybody about this, they either wouldn't believe me, or they would bring large groups of tourists and destroy the place. I had to keep this a secret. I didn't even know if I wanted to leave.
Narjan looked at me. He was smiling. It was a very special warm smile that made me fall in love with him. He wanted me to look through one of the holes in the mountain side. I was surprised, in the moonlight I could see a valley, a forest, and more mountains. The outside world was not unknown to them. Anybody could go up here and have a look outside.
When I turned back to him, he kissed me slowly. Again I could feel my cock grow. His fingers ran gently up and down my torso, sending needles of delight through my body. Our clothes fell down to the ground. Narjan had a muscular body, necessary muscles, not pumped up. His hands were warm, and they were strong and gentle. He knew just where to touch me, he knew how much to touch me and he knew how much pressure to use. When he knelt between my legs and lay his body on mine, I almost shot my load there and then. The feel of his powerful body over mine, his rough chest and flat hard stomach was so hot I almost passed out. He slid down the length of my body and a warm, wet mouth closed over my cockhead. His tongue darted into my piss slit and flicked at the skin attaching my foreskin to the shaft. My cock stiffened and pulsed. His fingers tightened around my shaft and he began to swallow me. His nose pressed against my pubic bone, and I could feel his chin on my balls. Slowly he moved upward and then swallowed me again, going up and down on my hard cock. He had a powerful suck and when I felt my orgasm rising, it was as if he was sucking it out of me. I came in a continuous stream, there was no pumping and spurting, it was one long cum that went on longer than usual.
Strong hands lifted my legs and threw my ankles over his shoulders, my ass lifted off the floor. As he positioned himself I caught sight of the most massive cock I had ever seen. It reared up in front of him, long and strong. It was perfectly straight and perfectly proportioned, the mushroom shaped head bulging red and wet. I closed my eyes and lay back to take what he wanted to give me. My sphincter parted and that enormous cockhead popped inside. He pushed in slowly without pausing, the breath leaving my body as he filled me. I felt every inch of that wonderful dick as it climbed its way up into my ass, filling and stretching me. He drew out to the tip and then slammed in again. He began to fuck me like a wild animal, plunging in to the hilt, slapping my ass with his hips. A sound left my throat each time he hit the top of my guts and my prostate with that battering ram of his.
Electric shocks prickled through my body like needles, shooting down my legs and into my head. Flashes of light played before my eyes and waves of pleasure washed over me. My balls contracted and a jet of semen shot into the air. It felt like I wasn't going to stop cumming. Each time he sank his erect cock in my ass, I shot out a geyser of creamy jizz. In the end he threw back his head and sprayed the entire inside of my body with his hot cum.
He buried himself deep, pressing his body against mine as his cock filled me completely. Soon I could feel his juices starting to flow out of me, running over my ass and trickling to the small of my back and the base of my spine.
Narjan led me back down the path to the town. I saw more people now, seemed like they were getting up after a night's sleep. I noticed that there was more light in the cave, light that came from the holes. The sun was rising outside. What was so remarkable about the people in the cave was that they all seemed to be in their twenties. In an old society like this, probably at least a thousand years old, how come all the people were in their twenties? How come they were all guys? I had a lot of questions, but nobody I could ask. Nobody who understood English, and my phrase book wasn't much help, except when I wanted to ask simple questions about food.
Narjan took me to a house right by the lake, and he called somebody. A blond guy came out. I looked at him, and he looked at me. Narjan introduced him to me as Joran. I studied him, and it surprised me that his hair was blond, and he had blue eyes, as everybody else seemed to have dark hair and brown eyes.
The next thing that surprised me was that he said something that I recognized. He spoke to me in English.
When he saw my expression, he started laughing. "You wonder why I speak English?" he asked me. I nodded. "I'm an American. I discovered the cave in 1945, after the war."
This puzzled me even more. "In 1945?" I said, "but you don't look like older than 20."
Joran laughed again. "Before you came, I was the youngest person here. Would you believe me if I said that the others were more than 1,700 years old?" I said no.
"In about 300 A.D. there were 200 young boys who ran into this cave for shelter when a landslide of mud and rocks started in the valley where you found the entrance, and tons of rocks blocked the river and created a lake in the valley. The boys couldn't get out of the cave, so they had to see if there were other exits. There wasn't, but instead they found this huge room, where they built a town."
I believed the story, as I was in the midst of the town, but that didn't explain why everybody were still alive, and why they didn't age.
"Well, as you found us, you'll have to stay here, and can't go back to the world outside this cave," Joran said. "So I can tell you." He took me outside, and wanted me to follow him to a small fountain in the center of the town. It was a beautiful little fountain with the same lights made of precious stones like everywhere else in the town. In the midst of the fountain was a little statue, about twenty inches tall, of two men kissing each other.
"This water," Joran said and pointed into the fountain, "is keeping us young." The water was greenish in color. Joran wanted me to taste it. I took a sip. It had a sweet fruity taste. I liked it.
"It has a side effect, though," Joran continued. I looked at him, a little worried as I had just tasted it.
"You'll turn one hundred percent gay. Girls won't turn you on anymore," he said.
"I can live with that," I said and smiled. "By the way, there are no girls in this town, are there?"
"No," Joran said. "There never was, unless you count Ilina and Evona. I don't know what they've eaten, but they've developed a female body with tits and rounder hips, but still they have cocks like you and me."
I smiled. Two hermaphrodites. I felt my cock growing again. Joran noticed that. He took my hand and led me back to his house.
Once we were there, I wrapped my arms around him and sank my tongue into his warm wet mouth, kissing him passionately. Joran was turned on also, he snuggled up against me and buried his tongue in my mouth. As we were grinding against one another, I could feel his hard cock rubbing up against mine. Smiling at him, I moved my hand in between his legs and began feeling his big fuckstick. I took my fingers and gently rubbed the underside of his cockhead.
I decided to be playful with him, and grabbed his small, snow-white foot and began kissing and sucking on his short cute toes. He rewarded me with boyish squeals of delight. His delectable foot tasted clean and fresh. I used my tongue to slurp the bottom of his foot, causing him to giggle and squeal with a renewed sense of pleasure and excitement.
We lay down together and wrapped our arms and legs around each other, frantically kissing and moaning. He was a beautiful sight. We got into a sixty-nine position and began passionately sucking on each other's cock. I slipped his big cockhead into my mouth and started rotating my head, tasting every delicious fold and crevice on his hard hot dick. Joran pulled my foreskin back and did the same to me, moaning and groaning as he sucked my stiff cock. Every time he moved his head, it felt like I was ready to blow my nuts. His smooth warm tongue tickled the underside of my cock, just below the piss-slit.
I slurped and sucked on Joran's horny, juice-filled nuts. He had huge balls that hung low in his thin, hairless ball- sac. I loved the taste and smoothness of his warm, delicate scrotum. I worked my mouth down lower towards his warm, inviting crotch.
Joran moaned, anxious to get every sensation of pleasure he could. I stiffened my tongue and pointed it at his hot tight little asshole. Joran loved being rimmed.
"Oooh, that's wonderful, shove your tongue right up my asshole," he panted. I was really excited looking at him in this position. Joran had his hands wrapped around the back of his knees, giving me a fantastic view of his horny nuts and tight little asshole. He clenched his toes and waved his feet around as I gently inserted my finger deeper and deeper into his warm little hole.
"That feels good! Shove it in me, please shove it right up my asshole," he said.
He rolled gently from side to side on the floor, his feet locked together. My cock was so hard it almost hurt, and I knew I just had to bury it right up his ass.
Getting up on my knees over him, I positioned my dick in front of his asshole, and I could tell from the expression on his face, he wanted it.
I pulled my foreskin all the way back and began inserting my cock into his tight hot love channel. I loved watching the expression on his face as my cock went deeper and deeper into his hot ass. He smiled and moaned, whimpering, "More, please more. I need it all."
I never knew my cock could feel so good. I gently rocked back and forth, fucking just the head of my cock into his butt. Every time I moved, it felt like I was going to pop my nuts. I was moaning. The fuck I was giving was so good, I had to use every bit of will power I could to keep from blowing my load. Once I had every inch of my fuck muscle shoved up his ass, I stopped for a few moments and let the urge to shoot simmer down. It wasn't an easy thing to do, especially since Joran lay beneath me, begging me for hot hard fuckstrokes.
I closed my eyes and slowly began pumping his butt again. I shoved my dick into his wonderful butt harder and faster. He bucked and thrashed on the floor as he moaned and groaned with delight.
"What a great fuck you are!" he said. "Don't stop, whatever you do, don't stop fuckin' me. I want it all."
I was on the verge of losing control and told him so. Panting and breathingless, I said "Can't hold back. Gonna come. Gonna shoot it now."
At that moment, I shoved my cock deep and hard into his warm tight asshole. I opened my eyes to see the expression of delight on Joran's face. I started to get the best fuck feel I've ever had. Starting at the rim of my asshole and traveling through my crotch, I felt wave after wave of pleasure throughout my entire cock. Huge hot loads of my cream shot out of my piss-slit. Each load I shot was more pleasurable than the one before it. We both moaned, we both screamed. I thrust my butt forward, anxious to deposit every drop of my lovejuice directly into his beautiful asshole.
Finally exhausted, I pulled my limp cock out of his wonderful butt and collapsed, panting and coughing beside him.
Joran reached his head up to mine and kissed me on the cheek. "Tekuj!" he whispered, meaning "thanks." Joran would be teaching me the language. I knew I was home. Two darkhaired guys walked in smiling at us, obviously twin brothers, presenting themselves as Eronik and Harik. I'd never seen this much beauty in one place. I definitely was home.