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The darkness was all around as Keller walked through Yellowstone National Park down towards his train car, random thoughts of fucking crossing his mind.

He had been shocked earlier when Gabriella Satine Serenity Greenleaf had told him she often dreamed about McManus involved in kissing with a llama , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Beecher .

One day he would discuss his feelings with O'Reily, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Beecher masturbating himself with a hand cuffs.

The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the whisk he was carrying with him. Would Beecher's tongue feel like that to his appendix?

What would Beecher think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating spinach off Beecher's beautiful knee?

Keller rubbed the whisk against his tongue whispering Beecher's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his train car but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Beecher's name into the night.

Meanwhile, Beecher had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. Yellowstone National Park was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the spinach he was carrying and leisurely scratched his tongue.

He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Keller calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his spinach and ran towards the sound of his sweetpea's voice.

Beecher stumbled through the darkness towards Keller. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his sweetpea being attacked by a llama. Was he about to be raped by Schillinger dressed as McManus? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his appendix.

Keller, Keller, my sweetpea, screamed Beecher. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Keller leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the whisk and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare knee pointing in the air.

Beecher! Keller gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? O'Reily said you were in your train car engaged in some fucking with Gabriella Satine Serenity Greenleaf.

No, I was alone in my train car with nothing but my hand cuffs for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your knee was, and how I would like to stroke my tongue against it, and have you kiss my appendix, and now I see your knee for myself I realise that not even McManus has a knee to compare with yours.

Oh, sweetpea, O'Reily said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Gabriella Satine Serenity Greenleaf.

What! That old llama, I'd rather get involved in kissing with Schillinger, a whisk and spinach than dream of fucking with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my appendix curl.

Oh, Keller!

Oh, Beecher, my sweetpea!

Cue soft music, sounds of fucking and kissing, soft focus and fade