Aging Out 11
Fireworks
"What's up?" Dirk said, as he entered the Back of Backwoods Cabins' office.
"We have a problem in cabin #7," Tyce replied.
"Oh"
"The cabin was rented for two, but there are four guys staying there. But the real issue is that they have been drunk and loud, and this morning at six o'clock they started shooting fireworks. We have already had two complaint."
"Do you want me to tell them to leave?" Dirk asked.
"What do you think would be best?"
"Hey kid, the BBC is yours and Austin's to run. I'll do what you want me to do."
"They're young guys and I just think they need some counseling from a mature guy," Tyce said with a grin.
"Watch it with that `mature guy' talk. I can party with the best of them."
Tyce laughed.
When Dirk walked up to the cabin, a blonde 20-something with a chip on his shoulder was sitting on the porch. He yelled into the cabin, "Hey guys, it looks like Junior went and got his daddy."
The guy was soon joined by three others. They were all athletic and looked like they spent time in the gym.
One of the new guys said, "Hi Pops, what's got you out of bed so early."
Inside, being called Pops had Dirk bristling, but on the outside he was calm and nonthreatening. "It seems you guys have been a bit too rowdy and also forgot the no fireworks policy. So, I just came down to make sure there is no misunderstanding about the lodge rules for the weekend."
"Ooooh," said the first guy, "Did you hear that boys? They have lodge rules?"
Dirk wasn't used to being mocked or ignored, and his army sergeant persona was rising to the surface. He said, "Either you will follow the rules, or..."
"Or what, Pops?" a third guy said, and took a step toward Dirk.
Dirk's Ranger training took over, and before he or any of the 20-something assholes knew it, the kid was on the ground screaming in pain. The three on the porch made a move, and Dirk applied pressure to the kid's right wrist and arm causing the kid to scream in agony. "One more step," Dirk said, "and your buddy won't be using his right hand to jack off for a long time."
The three stepped back onto the porch and Dirk eased up on the wrist. Dirk looked down at the kid on the ground and said, "I was an Army Ranger, I served two tours in Iraq and one in Afghanistan. You are lucky you are still breathing." Dirk threw that last line in just for fun and to watch the kid nearly shit his pants. Dirk continued, "I'm going to let you up. Are you going to try anything stupid?" The kid shook his head, no. "Are you going to call me Pops again?" The kid again shook his head, no. "Good boy," Dirk said as he gave the kid's hair a tussle and then helped him to his feet.
The guy that hadn't spoken yet asked, "Are you kicking us out?"
"Do I need to?" Dirk asked.
"No sir," said a chorus of chastised young men.
That afternoon Dirk was at the Backwoods. He asked Zeke how things were going.
"I'm great," Zeke said, then pointed, "but there seems to be friction between those four guys and Tyce."
Dirk looked over and saw the four from the morning. Dirk shook his head and said, "Give me a bucket of seven beers." He then went and got Tyce and led him over to the four. "Mind if we join you?" Dirk asked.
"No," mumbled one of the guys.
Dirk handed out beers to everyone and then said, "My name's Dirk, and this is Tyce. I didn't catch your names this morning."
"Preston," said the first guy.
"Nate."
"Joey."
Then the guy Dirk put on the ground said, "Cole, but you can call me lefty." The table broke into laughter and the ice was broken. After a few minutes of chatting Dirk said, "Well, I have some things to do," and got up.
"What about the last beer," Cole asked.
"You figure it out," Dirk said, and went off to see whether Donte needed anything for the evening's fireworks show. As he talked to Donte he kept an eye on the five guys who just sat at the table and looked at the last beer. Finally, Tyce got up, walked to the bar, and got four more beers. When he got back, there was a grin on everyone's face and they chatted like old friends. Dirk smiled and thought: "If only world leaders would just sit down for a couple of beers, the world would be a far better place."
The night of the Fourth was truly spectacular. While there were bigger fireworks shows, none was as well put together as the Walt Whitman's. The pyrotechnics were perfectly choreographed with a mix of pop, country, patriotic, and club music. Of course, there was the excitement of drinking beer in a pool with a bunch of naked, horny, gay guys. Without doubt, the fireworks would continue long after the last rocket burst faded to black.
More than one guy noticed that Tyce was sporting a semi in his red, white, and blue jockstrap when they slipped him a tip. In fact, Tyce was sure one guy was trying to make change. Normally, Tyce would have put an end to the guy's groping, but he was funny, a big drinker, and an even bigger tipper. Tyce was working it for the tips because he had made a bet with Peter and Paul that he could take in more tips than they could from their car valet service.
After the Backwoods closed down, Peter and Paul found Tyce helping Zeke clean the bar. "Time to count the tips and settle the bet," Paul said with a mischievous grin.
They had decided that Zeke would be the judge and they handed him their tips. He first counted Tyce's tips: $576.53.
"53 cents?!" Peter said with a laugh, "Who tips with change?"
"No, the better question is where did Tyce keep two quarters and three pennies," Paul said. "Is that why your ass was squeezed tighter than the Junior League President's pussy?"
Zeke, Peter, and Paul all broke into laughter, and Tyce turned bright red just as Austin walked in.
"Why is my boyfriend doing tomato impersonations?" Austin asked.
When Peter filled Austin in, he too burst into laughter, and now Tyce was really red.
Finally they stopped laughing and allowed Tyce to explain, "One of the customers said he was an accountant and he alway tips exactly 18 percent, and for your information I have a jar behind the bar for my tips."
The four looked at each other, then burst into another round of laughter.
"Fuck all of you," Tyce said, trying to keep a straight face after the absurdity of the story he just told. The real story, that he was never going to tell the guys, was: a table of three daddies said they would each give him a twenty dollar tip if he could get their drinks from the bar with the coins clenched in his ass. Two of the guys gave him quarters, but the third claimed he only had three pennies. When he returned with their drinks, they each gave him a twenty and the guy with the three pennies said, "Keep the change." Next, Zeke counted the twin's money: $754. "What the fuck?! You cheated," Tyce yelled, "There is no way you made $754 dollars parking cars."
Austin looked at Peter and Paul and then said suspiciously, "Some guy asked me where he could buy a ticket for the BJ Lottery. You two wouldn't have anything to do with that?"
Peter and Paul smiled sheepishly and nodded. "We sold chances to win a blow job for $3," Peter said. "Some old guy from Little Rock won."
"Yeah, he was one happy camper. He gave us a $50 tip. Hey, I forgot," Paul said and pulled a fifty out of his cutoffs and put it on the bar. "That makes $804."
"I knew you cheated. The bet's off!" Tyce barked.
Peter pulled a slip of paper out of his pocket and gave it to Zeke. Zeke read it and said, "According to this paper, all tips, fees, and other payments for services on the Fourth of July are included in the bet total. So as the judge, I say Peter and Paul are the winners."
Peter and Paul broke into cheers and Tyce looked dejected. Then Austin threw cold water on the twin's celebration. "I am pretty sure a BJ Lottery is illegal in the State of Oklahoma, or for that matter in any state, except maybe Nevada. However, I would worry more about Dirk and Jay finding out."
"You've got that right," Jay said as he stepped into the Backwoods followed by Dirk.
"Oh shit, Peter and Paul said in unison.
The look on Jay's and Dirk's faces said, it all. Peter and Paul were in deep shit. After a minute of silence Paul asked, "Are we fired?"
"Close, but no," Dirk said with a frown. "However, you four can forget about having Monday and Tuesday off."
Tyce, who had been secretly enjoying Dirk's holding the twin's feet to the fire, said, "Hey, why are Austin and I getting punished?"
"Well Austin isn't being punished. However, he will have to help Jay down at Ledges because the three of you will otherwise be engaged. As for why, you are being punished. It is because I suspect this bet isn't so innocent, am I right."
Tyce lowered his eyes and nodded.
"Okay," Jay said, "the four of you, finish your clean up and get off to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day. Oh, and I almost forgot, Peter and Paul, your parents will be back Wednesday."
While the boys cleaned up the pool area, Austin noticed Zeke showing Jay, Dirk and Donte the paper with the bet written on it, and then they laughed and drank a couple of beers together.
On the way back to the cabin, Austin asked, "Okay, what was the bet. I saw Dirk, Jay, Zeke, and Donte laughing over that slip of paper."
Tyce stopped, put both hands behind his head and looked up at the stars. "I feel so stupid. The bet was cash or ass. Whoever won gets the losers tips or to fuck him."
"Okay, you lost $576.53. That's a good amount of money, but you can make it up on Labor Day weekend."
Tyce said, "The thing is, Peter and Paul don't want the money."
"Crap. Are you going to do it?"
"Yeah, I can't chicken out. They would never let me forget it."
"Well, you're going to be sore tomorrow. Those demons like to fuck rough, and they are't small."
"That's the problem. I sort of included you in the bet."
"What the fuck? You said I would let them fuck me too."
"I didn't think I would lose," Tyce said defensively. "I wanted to surprise you and take you to Dallas on Monday and Tuesday."
"Don't even remind me about Monday and Tuesday. I am sure Dirk is already working on some bootcamp hell week packed into two days as punishment."
Austin started to walk to the cabin but Tyce didn't move. Tyce asked, "Do you still love me?"
Austin turned around with a snarky answer on the tip of his tongue, but just before he said it, the light from an intense full moon reflected from a tear on Tyce's cheek. Austin melted, he did love the goofball. As much as he wanted to be mad, he just couldn't. Instead he walked back to Tyce, gave him a kiss on the cheek, took his hand and said, "Come on boyfriend, let's go get our asses fucked."
When they walked into the cabin, the twins were smiling like Cheshire cats. Austin looked at the two and said, "You can just wipe those shit-eating grins off of your faces. I am in charge, and I am setting the boundaries. First of all, I didn't agree to be a part of this bet, so Tyce bet my ass without my knowledge. Second, Tyce can't bet his ass because I own it. So, what we do tonight is because I am deciding it's okay. Do you understand?"
The twins nodded.
"Good," said Austin, "So here are the boundaries. There is no gloat fucking. We are friends and we care for each other. There will be no teasing or joking about this tomorrow or ever. There will never, ever be another bet where sex is the wager. We are friends, if we decide to hookup, it is because the four of us agree to share that friendship in a physical way. Do you two agree?"
The twins nodded.
Austin looked at Tyce, "Do you agree?"
Tyce also nodded.
"Then Paul, you are with Tyce; Peter, you are with me."
Once the lights were out, the boys began to undress and explore. Eventually, lust and hormones took control.
As Austin had guessed, Paul's approach to fucking could best be described as athletic and Tyce was taking a pounding. On the other hand, Peter was surprisingly slow and sensual. Austin thought to himself that Tyce could take some lessons from Peter. Paul's technique was almost like a spa treatment and Austin hadn't realized he was so close to humming until he was already beyond the point of return. Then the orgasm crashed down like a wave on a beach. Austin was so consumed by his own release, that he didn't even notice Peter was filling his ass with cum.
When Peter and Austin finally came back to this world, Peter started to get up, but Austin pulled him back to bed. "Listen," Austin said, "They are already both asleep. So you just stay here tonight." Peter cuddled up next to Austin and soon they were also asleep.
The Morning After
Austin was in charge of early check out, so he was in the shower at 6 a.m. Five minutes after he turned on the water, Paul walked in.
"Paul," Austin said, "what has you up so early?"
"I heard you get up, and I thought this would be a good time to talk to you alone," Paul said.
"I don't know if I like the way this conversation is starting."
"Well, I know you said we wouldn't talk about last night, but I have to ask you a question."
"Okay, you can ask, but I am not promising I will answer."
After a pause, Paul asked, "How was Peter?"
"Huh?"
"Was Peter good last night?"
"Yes, Peter was good, actually he was very good."
Paul continued to shower but didn't say anything. Finally, Austin asked, "Fess up, what's eating at you?"
"This is weird, but at first I thought it was just a twin thing. I thought it was like, because we share so much, he has some special insight into what gets me off. But, we've had sex with other guys, they all say the same thing, he is amazing."
"So what's the problem?"
"He's my brother. We don't have any problem messing around now, but I can't marry him. So what do I tell my future partner, `hey babe, I love you, but Peter knows how to rock my world and I need to run over to his house for a real fuck."
Austin laughed, "Austin is good, but that is because he is very empathetic. He picks up on how others are feeling quickly and he uses that to get in sync with their needs. He would make very good counselor or gay escort. By the way, don't ever tell Jax that I compared counselors to rent boys."
Paul laughed.
Austin continued, "Look, Tyce rocks my world as good as Peter did last night, no Tyce is better, he is a 9.0 sexquake. That is because, as good as Peter is, Tyce has an edge Paul doesn't. We are in love. I will admit, Peter found my triggers much faster than Tyce, but once Tyce found them, I was bonded to him and him alone. The roof could be caving in and I would scream `Tyce, don't you dare stop fucking me'."
Paul laughed, and said, "That helps. I love Peter, but we could never get married; the divorce would make the holidays so awkward."
"Good. That leaves at least one social norm for the next generation to break. So, now all you have to do is find the guy, or should I say guys, to fall in love with."
"Why did you say guys?" Paul asked.
"Face it, whoever marries one of you, marries both of you."
"It's funny you say that. There are two brothers on the tennis circuit that are a couple of years older than us and doubles partners. I heard one of the coaches say the same thing about them."
"Don't tell me they're twins," Austin moaned.
"Yes, but they are fraternal and very different, except for everyone on the circuit thinks they are gay. Oh and they are both hot, but in their own ways."
Austin turned off his shower and reached for his towel. "Somehow, I think those two don't know the storm that is about to hit them."
Paul laughed, "You've got that right."
Austin opened the office at 7 o'clock and it wasn't long before the first guests arrived to check out. After taking care of the final details, Austin handed them a voucher for the Lodge dining room. "We appreciate your business and hope you come again," Austin said. "As a way of saying thanks to our guests, we hope you have time to enjoy a complimentary breakfast."
The guys expressed how much fun they had, how great the cabins were, and that they would be back. They also appreciated the free breakfast since it would save them time getting home without having to find a place to eat. The morning was going great, the guests were happy and complimentary, and if they made any comments they were about ways to make the BBC even better.
Around 9:30, the guys from cabin #7 came to check out. Austin was a little wary about this group. Preston said, "Is Tyce around, we have some things to say to him."
"I can give him a message," Austin said with hesitation.
"We really would prefer to tell him ourselves."
Austin called for Tyce, and said the guest from cabin #7 wanted a few words. Tyce said he was at the far end of the BBC, but would be there in a couple of minutes. Dirk also heard the radio exchange and decided to head down to the BBC office in case of trouble.
When Tyce entered the office, all four guys dropped their luggage, and Tyce took a step back. But then Preston smiled and extended his hand, and said, "We just want to say thanks for the beers, and we're sorry we were assholes." The other three also shook Tyce's hand.
Dirk opened the door, and Cole smiled and offered Dirk his hand, then said, "I know you don't like to be called Pops, but you taught me a lesson my father should have taught me years ago: never poke the bear. Also, thank you for your service sir."
Dirk smiled and said, "I'll let you get by with Pops, but don't ever call me sir, I was an enlisted soldier, and I worked for my pay. Sir is for lazy ass officers."
Everyone laughed and the boys asked if they could come back. "Of course," Tyce said, "we always like to see our friends."
When the guys had left, Austin said, "Hey Dirk, wasn't Jay an officer?"
""Yeah, but he was different."
"How so?"
"His ass wasn't lazy, it was sexy," Dirk said with a wink and walked out of the office.
Monday Morning
Tyce, Peter, and Paul were not in their normal jovial mood at Monday's staff meeting. They were not looking forward to learning whatever Dirk had decided was justice.
Jay started the meeting, "First item of business, boys go fix yourself another plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs. That little bit you just ate ain't going to last you til lunch."
The guys moaned and went to get some more food. When they got back, Jay continued, "It was a great Independence weekend. I am happy to say the Lodge is already in the black for the season and there will be staff bonuses."
The group cheered.
"Second, the tips were very good, thanks in large part to Tyce, Peter, and Paul who hustled their asses and contributed $1,330."
Tyce, Peter, and Paul blushed, but the rest of the staff cheered. Then Dirk said, "Jay, are you sure that was the right number?"
Jay looked at his clipboard and said, "Oh my bad, Tyce, Peter, and Paul's extra hustle earned 1330 dollars and 53 cents." This time Tyce and the twins couldn't help but laugh as well.
"Dirk will count all the holiday's tips, take out the taxes, and will have your checks tomorrow. Finally, today's schedule: there are only five occupied rooms in the Lodge, so that should give us a chance to put things back in order before the new guests start arriving around three this afternoon. Elsie, are you alright with housekeeping?"
"We are actually ahead of schedule. We got the vacant Lodge rooms cleaned and set up yesterday, and there is only one room checking out today. I will have plenty of time to get the laundry done."
"Great. Molly, how is the kitchen?""
"We are spending the day restocking. We went through a lot of food last week. I will be ordering product, while the rest of the kitchen staff take care of today's meals and getting ready for the week."
"Sounds like everything is cooking in the kitchen." The staff groaned.
"Sorry about that. The last item I have is that Austin will be working at Ledges for the next two days because... well this is Dirk's item."
Just then Dirk's phone notified him he had a text. He looked at it, smiled, and said "follow me."
Dirk led them to the front of the lodge as a dump truck was making its way up the drive. When it got to the parking lot, it stopped, and dumped a load of rock into a huge pile. The driver got out and handed Dirk a clipboard, and Dirk signed the invoice. When Dirk handed it back, the driver said, "Eight tons of rock. I hope you have some strong backs lined up."
Dirk smiled and said, "Yeah, I got three volunteers Saturday night." Tyce, Peter, and Paul slumped when realizing what Dirk had planned them.
For just a second, Austin smiled knowing would be working at Ledges for the next two days rather than sweating his ass off on the rock pile. As the rest of the staff set off for their assignments, Dirk showed the three miscreants how he wanted the parking lot rerocked. Under a tree were shovels, wheelbarrows, rakes, and a bone jarring machine for tamping in the rock. "Well boys, this is your job. I was going to have to pay $500 dollars for a guy with a skid loader to spread this rock, so your little bet turned out to be very lucky for me." The boys weren't amused by Dirk's quip.
He handed them each a pair of leather work gloves, and pointed to an igloo cooler with a timer sitting on the lid. "It is going to be a hot one today; so, I want you to take a water break at least once every 30 minutes, and more if you need it. Also, here is some suntan lotion. I don't want to see any lobsters sitting at the dinner table tonight. Finally, if you start to get sick, come sit under this tree, get some water, and call me on the radio. Do you understand me?"
The boys nodded. "Okay, get started. I am going to go take care of the books," Dirk said, and headed for the office.
At first, the boys didn't find moving the rocks that hard. They were young, in shape, and used to working in the sun. But as the morning grew later and the sun got hotter, they began to notice that the shovels were heavier and the wheelbarrows harder to push.
When Austin came up to the dining hall to grab his and Jay lunch, he stopped to see how the guys were doing. All three were shirtless, their hair was damp, and rivers of sweat ran down their torsos to soak the waistbands of their jeans. Austin also couldn't help notice that the hard work had their muscles bulging and that made his cock suddenly twitch.
The guys took a water break, and Austin was able to chat for a bit.
"Shit, you guys are going to be just a puddle of sweat by the time you are done," Austin said.
Tyce looked at the pile and said, "Fuck, we have been at it all morning and that mountain doesn't seem to have gotten any smaller."
Just then the lunch bell rang and Austin said, "I better get this food down to the Ledges so we can eat before the next group shows up, and you guys need to get in, get cool, and have something to eat."
"I'm not hungry, but I may just down a couple of pitchers of iced tea." Peter said. "Amen," added Paul.
During lunch, Tyce and the twins did eat, but mostly they drank and enjoyed the dining hall's A/C. Dirk didn't say anything when they took an extra 15 minutes for lunch. After lunch, Dirk found April and May, "Can you girls do me a favor?"
"Sure," said April, "What do you need?"
"Can you watch the desk this afternoon and evening?"
"Oh that's an easy ask," May said. "Anything else."
"Do we have any BBQ left from the weekend?"
"Sure do. There's also potato salad, and pie," May said.
"Great, can you pack some of that onto one of the mules around 6 this evening?"
"Sure can boss?" April said.
Dirk went to his office and finished a few last minute jobs then went out to the parking lot. Once there, he stripped off his shirt, applied suntan lotion, put on his big straw hat, and picked up a shovel. Dirk was still a powerful man and had the endurance and determination gained from carrying over a 100 pounds of equipment all day in the desert sun. It was all the young guys could do to keep up with him.
At the first water break, Paul said, "Damn Dirk, you are still the man."
"Yeah," Peter added, "I bet you could win `Survivor'."
Dirk just sat there. Then Peter said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring back memories about...well...you know."
Peter was sitting next to Dirk, and Dirk put an arm around him and pulled him in for a hug. "I know you didn't. I just hope you never have to have those kinds of memories. Let's get back to work."
Around three, Molly brought out some lemonade and cookies, and she found three boys that were in much better spirits than she saw at lunch. "If I didn't know better, I would think you guys were even having fun."
"I wouldn't call it fun, but Dirk has made it easier," Tyce said.
"The French call it esprit de corps," Dirk said. "It is the comradeship of a group of men working together to complete a mission or achieve a common goal. Creating esprit de corps is the first task for an effective leader."
By quitting time, the guys were amazed to see that they had actually done more than half of the parking lot.
When Jay and Austin came up from Ledges, Dirk gave Jay some instructions, and Jay and Austin went off to take the mule and dinner down to the Backwoods. Then Dirk said, "Okay men," the guys smiled at being called men, "it's time to have some fun," and he led them down to the pool.
After a quick shower, the guys ran naked and jumped into the pool. The cool water felt so good, and they were soon joined by Austin, Dirk, and Jay. The six naked studs playing, wrestling, and floating in the pool would have been a gay porn producer's wet dream. However, on this evening it was just young men bonding with their mentors through laughter, BBQ, and beer.
When the guys finally got to bed, they were too tired for even a quick blow job. As soon as their heads hit the pillows, they were out.
Get'er Done
At Tuesday's staff meeting, Dirk assigned Austin to rock pile duty. Dirk said it was because he had work to do, and the parking lot had to be finished before a rush of guests on Wednesday. While technically true, the real reason was that Jay had noticed Austin was feeling a bit left out. So Jay called in some part-time help to "free" Austin up for the transfer. Austin put on a show of being upset, but down deep he was happy to be part of the gang. However, no one was happier than Tyce. The thought of watching his hot, sweaty man-boy straining his muscles had Tyce's cock straining his Levis.
After an initial bit of hazing the new boy, the team got busy and was making good progress. It was also evident that Tyce had been watching and learning from Dirk's example of the previous day, as he easily slipped into the role of team leader.
At around 11 o'clock, Jay came up to the Lodge to pick up some supplies that had been delivered there instead of Ledges. He found Dirk with a cup of coffee standing at a window and watching the boys work.
"So, is Sergeant Hot Stuff admiring his work," Jay asked.
"They are doing a good job. The key to any good team is finding the right mix of cooperation and competition."
"It is also about finding the right leader," Jay said. "You know the old saying, a good Lieutenant knows when to get out of the way and let the sergeant take charge."
"Well, this sergeant is going to need a bit more than a back massage tonight from his Lieutenant to work out the kinks."
"What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking: midnight, the hot tub, and a couple of Scotch on the rocks. Then some sweet love from my own sexy officer."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, a good non-com knows when to salute his Lieutenant and say `yes sir'."
Tyce looked up toward the Lodge just in time to see Jay and Dirk in a deeply passionate kiss. Tyce smiled and thought to himself, `Work to do; my ass.'
At lunch two of the older guests walked up to the staff table and one said, "I hope we are not bothering you guys, but watching you four perfect specimens working has been one of the highlights of our trip."
The boys blushed a bit and didn't know what to say.
The man's partner turned to Dirk and said, "I'm Charlie and this is my husband Joe. I want to tell you that we watched you yesterday as well. If we weren't on our honeymoon, I'd be trying to cop a feel right now."
The guys laughed and Dirk asked, "Where are you from?"
"Santa Fe," Joe said, "I own a gallery and Charlie is a professor at the Santa Fe University of Art and Design."
"Wow, it sounds like you have great jobs in a great place," Dirk said.
"We think so," Charlie said, "However, I do want to warn you that we have been trying to steal some of your staff."
"Oh you have?" Dirk said with a note of concern.
"Yes, we were talking to April and May about their plans for a spa." Charles continued, "Several of us have wanted a place like the Whitman, but with a Southwest flair, and have been looking for people who can help us get it going. With their culinary and art backgrounds, as well as interest in hospitality, those two would be ideal."
"We talked with our friends back in Santa Fe," Joe said, "and we have a proposal we would like to discuss with you and Jay. Would you have some time today?"
Dirk thought for a minute, then said, "After lunch, we can go down to Ledges and meet in Jay's office."
"Great," Charlie said, "Oh and I have something for you. It's just a little sketch of the scenery." He handed Dirk a pen and ink drawing of the four boys on a water break. Their bare torsos were tight and defined, their faces youthful, and their postures a mix of mischief and sexuality. In short it was a perfect portrait of the boys. Charlie had titled it "The Walt Whitman Gang."
"Damn," Dirk said, "I am no art expert, but it is like you can see each of the guys' personalities. I am impressed."
The boys were also impressed and asked Dirk what he was going to do with it. He said, "Hang it in the lobby. Kind of a study of the wildlife that can be seen on the property." The boys grinned.
Charlie bent down and whispered in Dirk's ear, "If you and Jay would ever be interested in doing some nude modeling, give me a call. I bet you two would look almost as good in bronze as you do in the buff."
Dirk smiled and said, "Let's see how the meeting with Jay goes."
"Alright boys, it's time for you to get back to work."
The four stood up ramrod straight and said, "Yes, Sergeant Sexy Pants." Then the entire dining hall burst into laughter.
Dirk smiled and asked, "How long have you smart asses been planning that?"
"We practiced in the shower this morning," Peter said.
"Of course you did; now go get on the business end of those shovels and finish the parking lot."
Down at Ledges, Dirk introduced Charlie and Joe to Jay.
Joe started, "This is what we are thinking. We told our partners about the Whitman and we would like to all come out in the Fall to meet with you and toss around some ideas."
"We are a bunch of academics, artists, and small business owners; oh, and we are LBGTSF."
"SF?" asked Jay.
"Straight Friends. The Santa Fe art community if very accepting," Joe said with a smile. "What we are thinking is once a month, the resort would be our group's private club, and the rest of the time it would be a resort."
"The problem is that none of us know shit about the hospitality industry, nor do we have time to learn," Charlie said. "So, we've been on the lookout for some consultants to help with the management. Based on what we see at the Whitman, and the way we have seen you guys manage this place, we think you are the guys we are looking for."
"You have a great young staff, and the local university has a hospitality program, so you have the perfect operation for training staff for our lodge."
"I am getting a feeling there is more to this than just one small gay resort in your plan," Jay said.
"Possibly," Charlie said, "Let me lay it on the table. Several of us are looking for something better than the stock market to add to our retirement and investment plans. The gay community as a whole has more money than the general population, but fewer places catering to them, particularly outside of the traditions `gay hot spots' like Palm Springs and Key West. We see this as a way to not only expand opportunity for the gay community and our straight allies to vacation together, but to make some money doing so."
"Wow," said Dirk, "You've given us something to think about, and we need to talk with Tyce and Austin. We consider them our boys and have given them each an ownership stake in the Whitman, so they have a part in any decision."
"We understand," Charlie said. "You've got a good thing here, and you don't want to fuck it up by jumping into something that risks what you have built."
"Earlier you mentioned April and May. How do they fit into this?" Dirk asked.
"We asked them to come to Santa Fe later in the Summer to meet our group and talk to us about their idea for a girls health spa that integrates fitness and diet. A couple of people in our group have daughters, nieces, and young friends who are struggling with body issues. So when we mentioned the girl's vision to our friends, they asked to meet with the girls and see if it is something we would also be interested in supporting. However April and May were pretty clear they wanted at least one of you to sit in on any meeting we have with them."
Dirk looked at Jay, then said, "On that you have our agreement. Those girls have become very important to us, and we fully support their mission to make a difference for girls who are hurting and at risk."
"I need to help the guys get ready for the next float trip," Jay said. "Why don't you guys go back to the Whitman with Dirk and figure out the next step?"
After his discussion with Charlie and Joe, Dirk went out to talk with Tyce and Austin. The boys were taking a water break.
"It looks like you are almost done, Dirk said.
"I didn't think we would actually get this done, but now, wow," Tyce said with a smile.
"I am really proud of you guys. The way you guys busted your collective asses was great. It is so good to know your asses can do something besides take a dick."
"Sergeant Dirk! I am shocked. When did you start talking like that?" Paul said in falsetto. "We might just have to teach you some manners."
Dirk laughed, "First, whoever think sailor have filthy mouths, hasn't met a grunt who hasn't had sex since shipping to Butt Fuck Iraq six months previous. Second, any time one, or all, of you thinks he can teach me anything, I'm here."
The boys laughed at Dirk's challenge, but inside they knew he would kick their collective asses in a real fight.
Dirk explained what he talked about with Charlie and Joe, then asked Tyce and Austin if they had any questions. They looked at each other, then shook their head no. However, Peter said, "Can I ask a question?"
"Sure," Dirk said.
"I understand why you and Jay gave Tyce and Austin a part of the business, they are your family. But, it sounds like the business might be expanding, and I was wondering if some of the rest of us could invest. I know you guys had investors when you first started this place, and well in school they have this financial skills course and the teacher kept talking about the importance of saving and investing for the future."
"Peter, this isn't like a mutual fund or the stock market. It may never make money and it isn't like you can call your broker and sell out," Dirk warned.
"I know, but if a bunch of college professors and business types think it would be a good investment, then I think that's a better use of my money than buying a new iPhone or video game. Another thing the teacher said was invest in something you know and with someone you trust. Well, I think I know a bit about hopitality, and I certainly trust you and Jay."
"Paul, do you have the same interest?" Dirk asked.
"I am better looking and have a bigger dick," Paul said, "but Peter is the smarter one of us, and I like his thinking."
"You don't have a bigger dick than I do, asshole. You just keep stretching yours out of shape."
The group burst into laughter. Finally, Dirk said, "I'll talk with Jay and our attorney. It might be a good idea to allow some employee buy-in if we get involved in a new venture."
For dinner, Jay grilled steaks and corn in the husk while everyone else made sides, and set the table. The food was great, the conversation was lively, and Dirk enforced the no work talk rule. After the table was cleared, it was Rangers baseball and ice cream, but tonight the ice cream was served over April's warm double fudge brownies. That night, the gods of baseball were with the Rangers and they crushed the White Sox 11-2.
On the walk down to the BBC, Paul said, "You know, this is Peter and my last night here."
"I know," Tyce said, "I've been counting the days."
"Tyce, that is not nice," Austin said and gave him a swat on the butt.
"You know what Benjamin Franklin said about guests and fish," Tyce continued, "Well it's been a lot longer than three days."
The trail suddenly grew silent and Tyce said, "Shit, I have crossed the line.... I don't mean it. I love you guys. You are my and Austin's little brothers." Tyce grabbed the twins in a hug and gave each a kiss on the forehead.
Peter and Paul couldn't hold it any longer and burst into laughter.
"You little assholes," Tyce said, "You played me."
"Serves you right," Austin said. Then he turned to Peter and Paul and said, "Alright you little hellions, what do you want, as if we don't already know."
"We want a big brother fuck," Peter said. "Not like lovers, but also not like just guys hooking up. Does that make sense?"
"I think so," Austin said, and then looked at Tyce. Tyce smiled and nodded. "Okay," Austin said, "Have you each picked out your big brother?" Peter took Tyce's hand and Paul took Austin's hand.
Austin stopped by the office and picked up the key to cabin #1. Once in the cabin, Austin walked over to turn on the A/C, when he turned back around Paul had already shed his T-shirt. Two days of hard work in the sun had tanned Paul's torso to the color of a Honey Graham, and his sinewy muscles were tight and defined. Paul was still a teenage boy, but the man he would become was just under the surface. This must have been what David looked like when he so boldly volunteered to take on Goliath.
Austin grabbed the hem of his own shirt and slipped it off. What Paul saw in Austin, was a man on the verge casting off the last vestiges of boyhood. Austin's pecs were round, pronounced, and light covered with hair. Austin was only an inch or so taller, but Paul felt like Austin towered over him.
Paul landed forward and kissed Austin's pecs, then slowly kissed his way down until he was staring directly at Austin's crotch. A stiffening cock was already visible in the mesh athletic shorts. Paul gently touched it and Austin released a low, primal moan. Reaching behind, Paul moved his hands inside the legs of Austin's shorts until he reached glutes sculpted by years of distance running. Paul buried his nose in Austin's crotch and inhaled the heady musk. Finally, Paul grabbed the waistband and pulled down both shorts and briefs in one slow motion.
Austin's cock was dripping pre onto Paul's lips, who eventually stuck out his tongue to taste the salty sweet nectar. Finally, Paul parted his lips and swallowed Austin's begging cock. The sensation was overwhelming, Austin's knees weakened, and he had to put his hands on Paul's shoulders to steady himself.
Several times Paul brought Austin to the brink, but then mercilessly stopped. Finally, Austin couldn't take it any longer. He pulled Paul to his feet and pinned his chest to the wall. Austin began to kiss Paul's neck as he slid his hand around Paul's waist and into his athletic shorts. While Paul's body had a few years to reach manhood, his cock and balls were well on their way. He was long and thick. Paul took deep breathes as Austin demonstrated he also knew how to drive a guy insane with edging.
Paul was caught off guard, when Austin dropped to his knees, stripped Paul's shorts, then buried his tongue in the waiting tennis player ass. After a few minutes, Paul was desperate for Austin's cock. He moaned, "Please fuck me. Austin please, I need your cock in me." Austin gently pushed Paul down on the bed, raised the boy's knees to his chest, then gave one last kiss to the desperate puck before reaching for the lube. When Paul was fully prepped, Austin placed his cock at Paul's hole and softly asked, "Are you ready." Paul nodded and Austin slowly pushed. After a moment of resistance, Paul opened, and with a long groan, let Austin slide deep inside.
Austin leaned forward, gave Paul a kiss, and then said, "You are the fucking hottest little brother a guy could ever have." Then Austin took hold of Paul's ankles, spread his legs, and began a deep, slow fuck. Paul's hands were above his head and his eyes were closed. Austin had a thing for pits and he buried his nose in Paul's pit hairs. The scent was intoxicating and Austin was in a garden of delight.
He began to pump faster and harder. Paul wrapped his legs around Austin's waist and pulled him down. Soon the pounding of his prostate, and the rubbing of Austin's abs on the underside of his cock, sent Paul over the brink. Paul moaned as his cum flooded the space between his and Austin's bodies.
Paul's orgasm triggered the same in Austin, and he dumped a load of cum deep inside the boy.
The two remained intertwined, and occasional a post-orgasm spasm would cause them to shudder.They gently kissed until Austin's cock slipped out allowing cum to seep onto the sheets.
Austin pulled Paul into a spoon and wrapped an arm over him. Austin was absent-mindedly playing with the Paul's nipple, when Paul said, "I talked with Peter about what you said me in the shower this morning."
"And?"
"We decided it was time to find real boyfriends."
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