White-Nose Syndrome

I drew Tom beside me when he exited the tube. Mike soon emerged in the dark to join us. Then Joe. Then –

The sudden light from Joe's helmet signaled the end of one of the wildest yet satisfying cave expeditions of my life. Knowing we had reached our last chamber before the climb up beside the waterfall, my curiosity over who had eaten my cum (or most of it anyway) finally got the best of me, "Since what happens in the cave, stays in the cave, I would like to pay my compliments to the rescuer who released me from my predicament earlier. Please step forward."

No one flinched.

I asked, "How do you know that I don't already know who it was?"

Mike ridiculed me, "Because you wouldn't be asking in a roundabout way."

Tom followed sarcastically, "How do you know we didn't take turns? Maybe we all needed some hot cock to keep warm in here."

Joe quizzed me, "Would you believe me if I told you I turned around and never saw a thing and don't know what you're talking about?"

"Forget it," Mike told me, "We're sworn to secrecy."

"Alright, alright," I conceded. "Have it your way then. Just please turn your lamps off for a second so we don't confuse the wildlife as we're leaving." As soon as they switched off their headlamps, I adjusted mine (a more expensive model) to its black light setting. "See boys, this is another reason why it pays to have the right equipment when caving!"

The glowing semen splatter pattern on Mike's right pectoral muscle resembled a gunshot wound. Tom carried two streaks of dried cum just above each knee and what looked very much like a smear of cum on the left thigh. Joe's spooge had clumped in his pubes like boogers. I alone was stain (and glow) free.

And one of the three also sported a few luminous globs on the left side of his nose. I looked at him, both of us still laughing nervously with teeth frightened bright white by the black light, and shook his hand.