The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection in real life. `Got condom?'
"Buffalo Boys" 10 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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For the next few days, the Buffalo Lodge ran on autopilot, making up excuses of why Jack didn't accompany them to mess. Whenever they swam at Indian Lake or hiked through the woods, they made up an excuse that Jack had to run back and take a piss or one of the jocks hid and they said that Jack had to accompany one of the boys to the infirmiry. Loosening the sock, they fed him only water. Not giving too hoots, they let him wet himself. By the time Friday arrived, the cabin wreaked of Jack's pissed up self.
"Nick's back!" Gil yelled from the screened window of the jon, seeing him walking around the cabin.
"Hi there, Gil."
"Hey Nick!" Dario stood there buttnaked, yelling to Nick out the jon window. "How was your trip?"
"So-so. How did things go around here?"
"Um... okay," Dario replied.
They had stalled enough so that Dougie could jump into his pants, grab a shirt and be enroute to the counselor's quarters.
Running out from the jon, Gil and Dario both announced, "Nick's back!"
The rest saw the need for Dougie's urgency. With haste, they all dressed, some not worrying if they put on briefs, guarding their cock and balls from accidents with their zippers. Some only jumped into shorts, leaving their chests bare.
"What's that smell... Hey, what are you doing in here?"
"Um, welcoming you back," Dougie replied.
"Well, if you let me through, I can... shit! Smells like the toliet backed up!"
Daring to put his hand on Nick's chest, Dougie says, "Nick, we got something to tell you."
"Well, let me call about the plumbing problem, put my stuff away and..."
It's then that Dougie and Marat unshielded their surprise.
Nick just stood there and stared, his mouth gaping open.
"What the fuck is this?" Then running to the bed, pulling the sock out of Jack's mouth he asks, "Are you okay, Jack?"
"These little shits," Jack starts off.
However, Dougie runs around the bed, steals the sock from out of Nick's hand and stuffs it back into Jack's mouth.
"What do you think you're doing Douglass?"
The sock comes out.
The sock goes back in.
"Will you listen?"
"I will, but from Jack."
The sock is pulled out.
The sock is stuffed in.
"He's a criminal. We found a bunch of papers..."
The sock is ripped out of Jack's mouth.
Dougie goes for it again. Nick holds it out of his reach.
"Look," Dougie reaches for the picture frame on the dresser and a torn photo, addressing Nick, "he stole your picture frame of your lover. Look what he did to the picture. Tore it in half and threw it in the garbage, then put his own picture in the frame!"
Turning to Jack, Nick asks, "You did that?"
With a little grin, Jack says, "It was a mistake."
Nick stuffs the sock back into Jack's mouth. The guys cheer.
"All of you get outta here," Nick orders.
"Yes, sir..."
"Yes, sir..."
"Yes, sir.."
"Yes, sir.."
And so on, the Buffalo jocks evacuate the premises.
"Except you, Dougie."
"Me?"
"Show me what you found."
As if a son showing a father bits and pieces of a school project, Dougie spells out the history of Jack, as the boys have come to known.
"Alright. Run over to the administration office and summon Mr. Leitner. Tell him we need the police, but tell him to keep it subdued. You know what that means?"
"No, dah. I'm only a college jock."
While Dougie runs out to fetch help, Nick removes the picture from the frame and carefully pieces his ex-lover's pic back together, fitting it back inside the handmade item. He couldn't stand the stink any longer, so went outside the cabin and stood by the front door. Directly across from him, the Buffalo jocks sat on the stairs and railing of the lodge entrance.
"How's your sister, Nick?" Gil shouted over.
Walking over to the porch of half barechested jocks, he replied, "Um, she...she..."
They could see the news wasn't good. Dario got up from the middle of the seven.
"Here, sit, Nick."
"Nah, sat all the way from the airport, but thanks."
Now standing next to Nick, it's Gil who prodded, "So what about your sister? Is she okay?"
More bad news formed on Nick's face.
"She passed away second night I was there."
"Oh shit!" Some of the boys replied.
Dario states, "Sorry `bout that Nick. You know we all care about you."
At least the hand rubbing Nick's back, showed it. Puffing, out of breath, Dougie returned.
"I talked to Mr. Leitner. He's summoned the police... hey, what'samatter?"
Dario informs him, "Nick's sister passed away."
"Oooh Nick... Geez, I'm sorry."
Shocked, the boys watched as Dougie pressed his chest up against Nick's, throwing his arms around him and hugging him like a great big bear. Such was the force of the endeared gesture that Dario backed away. The shock endured as they witnessed Nick putting his arms around Dougie, hugging tightly back. As if lovers deeply in the mood, they noticed Nick's eyes closing, as if he was enjoying it! Marat looked deeply touched in another sense.
"The cops are here!" Dario reported, seeing the cruiser pull up a distance from the Buffalo Lodge complex.
Running up, before the police and Mark Leitner, Yves Le Henaff ran into their presence.
"What the fuck is happening?"
By the time Yves reached them, Dougie stood with the Buffalo boys, Nick leading the way into the counselor's cabin.
The boys, still attached to the Buffalo Lodge porch, laughed their asses off when they heard Leitner yell out, "Smells like somebody pissed in their pants!"
"If they only knew how many times!"
Dougie's comment made them laugh even louder.
One of the four cops that hadn't been invited inside, laughed along with them.
"Cute, isn't he?" Marat made comment.
"A regular hottie!" Dario followed up with.
"Why don't you invite him over here, Dougie?" Maclyn pressed the issue.
"Yo! Lieutenant?" Dougie yelled all of six feet.
"Lieutenant?" The young cop replied. "Thanks, but I'm still on the bottom of the totem pole."
Some of the boys tried to get a glimpse of the pole, sitting there, the six foot, two inch tall cop's crotch coming about even to their noses!
"Neil Christensen, huh?"
"How'd you..." Neil looks down at his own chest, "Oh, the badge. Smart. And who might all you be?"
At once, eight names came forth.
"Hold it guys," Dougie called out. "That there is Dario, Gil, Jason," he went around in a circle," Miguel, Marat, Mac, Ron and me."
"The doofus is Dougie," Marat filled Neil in.
"Oh yeah, I'm Dougie," Dougie reiterated, realizing his name wasn't `me'!
More than one of the boys could tell that Neil was scanning their bodies.
Point blank Dougie asks, "You gay, Neil?"
"Huh? Gay? What makes you say that?"
"Never mind," Dougie replies.
Then Neil divulges, "Yeah, I am, but keep it down. I need to keep it a secret, if you know what I mean?"
"We feel for ya, Neil," Dario lends an emotional hand.
"Thanks."
"What do you think would happen if they found out, Neil?"
"Why? You're not going to tell them, are you?"
Dario looks at Neil and says, "No, doofus!"
"Dario, he's a cop!"
Neil grins, saying, "It's okay. What do I think would happen, though?"
"Yeah," some of the boys reply.
"I've already seen what happens."
"Shit, really?" Dougie asks.
"Yeah. There was this one cop on the force. Not young like me. Older."
"How old?" Ron asks.
"Thirty-eight or thirty-nine."
Jason "What'd they do?"
"First they wrecked his car, then a couple of the cops worked him over in an alley."
"Did he press charges?"
"He tried to, but you know how things can work out."
"Don't I?"
They all looked at Maclyn.
"Why? Something happened to you, Mac?" Marat asks.
"My Uncle. I'm not the only queer guy in the family. He was a cop. Same thing happened to him, only he didn't live to tell."
"Sorry to hear that," Neil relayed.
"So, what happened to the cop, Neil?" Gil asked.
"He saw that he fought the odds, so up and left a ten year career. Heard he moved to New York City. I thought about doing that myself."
"Why don't you?" Dougie then expressed his opinion, "I don't think they're that way with cops."
Maclyn states, "They're not. They don't care if the cops are gay or not. Everybody is an equal."
"There you go, Neil," Dougie remarked.
"Nah. If I went and made a move, it wouldn't be in the same profession."
Looking perplexed, Dario asks, "Why not, Neil?"
"The truth?"
A lot of the jocks nodded `yes'.
"I hate being a cop."
"Then how come you are one, Neil?" Maclyn asks.
"Family history, I suppose. My dad was one and his dad before him and so on. My two brothers are cops."
All the boys are amazed, as shy Miguel asks, "Are they cute like you?"
Neil turns crimson.
Miguel now really feels welcome, as Dario bestows on him, "Miguel, you doofus!"
The Mexican-American laughs, as Jason tickles him.
"I don't know if I'm as good looking as them, but tell you the truth, I've studied their bare bodies more than once!"
"Alright Neil!" The cheers went out.
Neil shushed the guys. Dougie made it a verbal promise that they would keep his secret.
The three officers finally emerged, bringing Jack out in cuffs, hands behind his back. The Buffalo Lodge broke out in cheers, watching the criminal taken. Of course Jack cursed them back, until one of the cops stuffed the sock in his mouth.
One of them, an older police officer, said to Neil, "You stay here and tie things up, Christensen. We need evidence, the mattress and anything else that was this varmints."
"Fine," He replied.
After the cops and their prisoner, along with Leitner departed, the jocks got off of their turf. Nick still remained inside the cabin. The teens followed Neil, as he opened the door.
"Pewieeeee!" Neil groaned.
The boys laughed.
"Our fault," Dougie admitted.
"How's that go?" Neil inquired.
"We kept on feeding him water," Dario said.
Marat added, "But we wouldn't let him up to pee."
"That'll do it!" Neil replied.
Nick then came out of the jon with a box of plastic bags.
"Hi there," Nick said to Neil.
"Hello. The name's Neil Christensen."
"Good to meet you officer," Nick replied, shaking hands.
Standing there, each one with their arms folded under their pecs, could see very well what was happening, as Neil's grip remained intact with Nick's handshake.
"Yeah, well we better get this stuff bagged."
"Need help?" Dougie took it upon himself to off all of their assistance.
"No. You boys wait outside."
"Sure," they all replied.
Nick then turned once more to the last one to exit, "On, Dougie?"
"Yeah, Nick?"
"Good work. I hear there's reward money coming to you."
"To us, you mean?"
"Yeah."
Dougie closed the porch door, smiling. In some respects he was sorry, but in others, realized he was too young for Nick.
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In all of all of six days of camp, Bud Lutz and his counselor, Dav Khan, spent three of those nights sequestered away from the rest of the population. Thursday night, Reinken Michaelis began to feel something suspicious going on, so he followed the two through the woods, to the forgotten cabin, forty minutes away. He waited until Bud had Dav tied eagle-spread, the clamps on his nips, weights stretching his pecs, his balls stretched via the ball parachute, weighted down and swinging with the strap against his back. Sure, it had been a surprise, but when Bud offered him a strap to help out, none of the three minded much. Reinken didn't think it wise to leave the Turtle Lodge on auto-remote every other night, so offered some booty to another counselor, to sack in for him, while he, Bud and Dav went off into the woods to play. It also relieved their tension, taking turns filling both of Dav's holes every night.
Things went well, for the first two weeks of camp, until the chief administrator, Mark Leitner caught on. Seems the paid off counselor slept with Mark and let on about the `moonlighting'.
At least Reinken could save some money, now, Leitner making the cabin deep in the woods, off limits to him.
As for Bud Lutz, it would be a summer to remember. Mark Leitner decided Dav wasn't cut out for a counselor's position. However he felt bad the guy wouldn't finish out the seaon. So, he paid him to be held prisoner, spending the rest of the summer cooped up in the spare' cabin. To make sure he was safe during the day, he left a guardian' to oversee him. Yeah, Bud Lutz learned a lot from his mentor, Marc Leitner, literally a `master' of bdsm.
Another weird twist in the `cabin in the woods' tale, Yves Le Henaff chose to swerve the wrong counselor into entrapment, in order to work out his little plan of and easy way to evade a long process of citizenship. Working in the mess hall, Yves didn't make the connection, until too late, of the Leitner brothers, Marc and Joel. Yves got his wish to remain in the US, but it wasn't exactly as a free citizen!
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Taking Yves place, his co-counselor blossomed into a fine mentor, after being appointed head counselor of the Coyote Lodge. Juan Luis Fernandez, a year younger than Nick, at twenty-four, showed much of the same skills at relating to teenaged college boys.
Neil sent his resume to the New York City Police Department. Throughout the summer, he made several trips there. On one such trip, he decided to seek out his passion, the art world. Meeting a guy, his own age, at the Guggenheim Museum one afternoon, changed his whole life. Not in the romance sense. Well yes, there was that first moment of passion that led Neil upstairs, to Jarrod Hill's apartment. Neil experienced his first threeway with Jarrod and his partner, Justin Knight. After that first night, the three became great friends. Neil is just thrilled at his position, guiding folks around the Kandinsky gallery and others.
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"Nick, what are you going to do after camp is over?"
By the seventh week, the other guys could see how Dougie hung around with their counselor, more than the rest of the Buffalo lads.
"Oh, go back to Greece, most likely take up a job in my father's business."
"That's something we've never talked about."
"Um, could you put a little more lotion on my back?"
"Evading the subject, Nick?"
"No," Nick replied, flipping his hairy front over, faced down on the towel.
"Then what are you so afraid of?"
"Afraid?" He replied to Dougie, looking over his shoulder.
Dougie put his hand on Nick's back, pushing roughly, as if forcing Nick's face into the sand.
"Bully!"
Lying there next to Nick, it's Dougie who now seemed to change the course of their conversation, looking upon the two mounds, below the small of his back.
"There's another subject we haven't touched on either."
"Oh? And what would that en'tail'?" As if Nick didn't know!
"So, which is it, Nick?"
Grinning, his teeth in a smile that reflected the excitement of his next statement, Nick blurted out, "I hope you're a top!"
That earned Nick a whack on his left cheek and not his face!
"Owwwwch! What'd you do that for?"
"For being so fresh!"
Turning back around, exposing the heightened awareness, Nick replies, "I was only joking, Douglass!"
"Bummer."
"Huh?"
"Because I am a top and was hoping you are a bottom!"
Not caring who in the world looked, Nick propped himself up and touched lips with the eighteen year old.
"You're under arrest!"
Looking up, the complete nude wall of frat boys from both Buffalo and Coyote lodges stood there. Without further hesitation, they wrestled to pick up Nick and Dougie, throwing them into Indian Lake. Then they proceeded to dive in, horsing around together. Almost all of the boys.
"Hola!"
Looking up, the counselor of the Coyotes, Juan Luis Fernandez shaded his eyes from the sun.
"Oh, Miguel... come esta!"
"That's all the Spanish I know."
"Me too. Being like tenth generation, I haven't kept up with my Spanish."
"Okay if I sit here?"
"Don't you want to join in with the other boys?"
"I'm not like them."
"I noticed that about you, Miguel."
"You did?"
Juan realized that he might have been found guilty of paying too close attention to the eighteen year old Buffalo camper, too often!
"Well yes. I watch your lodge playing with my Coyotes and of course I notice how...."
He began to suddenly notice something else. Miguel's hand beneath the sand, worming it's way up to the surface, breaking between his Indian styled legs.
"What are you doing, Miguel?"
He smiled at the twenty-four year old counselor.
"If you haven't noticed, which I think you have, Juan, I like you."
"I have noticed, but right now I don't feel like a swim in the lake. Let's got to the sauna?"
Side by side, the two rose up off the warm sand and trekked the beach to the beach house.
"I see another counselor-camper pairing."
"Where?" Nick asks, spitting out some water.
Dougie nods towards the beachhouse.
"Miguel? And Juan?"
"I knew it."
"You don't miss much, do you Dougie?"
"Nope. I know everything there is to know about everybody, except... you!"
Nick jumped in the water, when Dougie reached forwards, grabbing Nick's nip.
"Owch!"
"Oh, that didn't hurt."
"You're right it didn't."
"In fact, Nick, I bet I gave you quite a... twitch?"
"Yeah, okay. So I have sensitive nips."
"I'll file that for future reference."
"Dougie?"
"Yes, Nick?"
"Listen Dougie, about your future?"
"Oh good. Finally! We get to that!"
"Dougie, I..."
Looking straight ahead, at the eyes that he's been infatuated with all summer long, it grew tough to relay to Dougie the words he needed to convey.
"Okay, here it is. I know I have been putting this off for the past few days that you've been dying to know."
"Days, Nick? Ever since we became serious, what's it been? A week ago? Ten days? Whatever... I've been..."
"Dougie, we can't be together."
"What do you mean Nick? I thought you liked me... loved me."
"I care for you very much Dougie, but..."
"Care, Nick? Doesn't care mean loving?"
"Yes, but..."
"Forget it, Nick..."
Nick called after Dougie, but he couldn't compete with the swimming skills the eighteen year old had developed this summer.
"Uh oh. The shit's hit the fan!"
"Which one do you want, Marat?"
"Um, I'll take Dougie."
As Marat swam towards the float, midway to the other side of Indian Lake, Dario swam to shore.
"What happened out there, Nick?"
Grabbing his towel, Nick dried his torso, then stepped into his swimming trunks. He then sat in one of the beach chairs, provided. Dario didn't bother covering up his frat figure. He plopped himself down next to Nick.
"You can save your breath. I can see where this is headed, with your other half..."
"Third," Dario corrected Nick.
"Third, heading out to the float."
Since Marat saw the writing on the wall that Dougie was gravitating to Nick, he defected to breaking into Dario's and Gil's little lovenest. Fortunately the three loved the arrangement!
"So, what's up Nick?"
"Nothing. What do you mean what's up?"
"Okay, let put it to you Nick. What the fuck you doing breaking my boy's heart?"
Nick was taken aback by Dario's frankness, even though he spoke total truth.
"It's complicated Dario."
"Well, I don't fuckin' care if we're sitting out here with the stars. Let's here it!"
Not that it was the time for it, but Nick let his mind canvas the nineteen year old's bod. Scanning his chest, he picked up on the wet, black hair fanning over the tanned pecs, the dark nips poking out, the defined trail down his abs.
"Are you flirting with my body, Nick?"
"Um.. no!" he lied. "I'm just... ahem! Getting my words together.. that's all!"
Inside, he sighed a sign of relief, when Dario bought his story.
"So?"
"The whole problem is this, Dario. My father is an artist."
"Yeah, so he likes nude men, too?"
"I thought you wanted to get serious here?"
"My fault. Okay, so keep going."
"He is very powerful in the art world. His scultures are known throughout the world."
"That's nice. But what does that have to do with you breaking Dougie's heart?"
Out loud, Nick shouts, "I'm not breaking..." then quieter, "the boy's heart!"
"Dammit! We can't be together because my father has set me up in a prestigious position at the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao."
"So, tell him no."
"No? No, I can't tell my father `no'."
"Is your father more important than the man you love?"
"I don't...."
Contradicting Dario came to an end. Nick couldn't refute the fact that he did indeed love the fratboy out on the raft, in the middle of Indian Lake.
"Let me tell you something, Nick. True love only comes once in a lifetime."
"You're kind of young to be giving out advice, aren't you Dario?"
"I'd say, if I wasn't experienced. But it's not only you and Dougie that found that kind of love that you think is going to last forever."
"Who? You and Gil or you and Marat?"
"At first it was Gil, but Gil and Marat started to get close. Okay, maybe Marat and I are more friends, but Gil and I love each other."
"But doesn't Gil and Marat love each other?"
"We can't cut Gil in half, so Marat and I decided that we're going to try to make this threeway work. Sure, it'll have it's problems, but at least you and Dougie are `two'."
"I can't see a way around this."
"Well, I know Dougie meant this as a surprise, Nick and think about it. Us guys talked about how to use the reward money, the hundred thousand dollar bounty from Jack?"
"I remember. So?"
"Well, we all are going to New York City after camp is over. A vacation before we all head back to college. Dougie was planning on a sort of `honeymoon' for you and he."
"Shit, no!"
Nick buries his head in his hands.
"Yeah, pathetic isn't it that an eighteen year old kid can think that dearly of a twenty-five year old guy?"
"The age has nothing to do with it!"
"Oh, really, Nick? I'd think that it would be the other way around... the twenty-five year old man knowing what's better, than the eighteen year old kid! Think about it, Nick."
Dario got up out of his chair and headed back to the lake. Nick rubbed his head as if he had a big headache.
10 Continued....
Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.
"The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!"
T. Chase McPhee... circa 2005