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" 13 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Wow! I think I can see Buffalo Lodge," Dougie said, waking up, looking across Indian Lake from the opposite shoreline.
"What a damn shame," Nick said, shaking his head.
More than the two looked pitifully across the blue lake, at the burnt out shell of what was once a place of green foliage, marked with the low roofs of lodges, dotting the landscape. Marc Leitner, camp administrator, whom grew closer to Nick, more than any counselor, as a friend, was the first to inform them of an even greater tragedy.
"We lost Dav Khan and Bud Lutz during the night."
"Bud Lutz?"
"Yeah. C'mon Nick. Take a walk, I'll explain it to you."
Dougie knew he'd hear about the details later, surrounding the identity of the camper. From him, the others would find out.
"Poor Mr. Leitner."
"Yeah, he looks a mess, doesn't he?"
Out of the blue, Maclyn states, "Nice of what Nick is going to do for us guys."
"I wonder where you got `that' from?" Dougie stares at Dario, who offers a smile back.
"I'll never be able to pay him back. At least not for the next five or six years."
"Nick knows that. He doesn't care about the money," Dougie informs not only Maclyn, but directs it to all of the gang.
"Then we gotta do something for him," Jason says it so they all can hear.
Incidentally, sitting next to him is nerdboy, Sean Scully, the one Dougie knew to have a `tall one'. Dougie also knew Sean to be more of an alpha male.
"Yeah," Ron replied, then added, "Dougie, you know Nick. What can we do for him as... something special?"
"Um, have all you guys massage him at once? Is that something that might be agreeable to you all?"
"Hell yeah!"
They were all in favor, but Dougie swore he was kidding. They didn't want to believe him. Some even went on to boast about their hidden fantasies about Nick.
Ron dreamed in the air, suggestive, "I've always want to suck Nick's cock!"
"I wouldn't mind running my hands over all that lush bodyfur!" Gil revealed his fantasy.
"Nick got a hairy ass?" Maclyn prodded for an answer.
"Forget it Mac. Only one cock goes up `that' ass," Dougie assured him.
"Oh, not that I wanted to use my tool on him." Than, acting much more humble, Maclyn divulges, "I've always wanted to try rimming an ass. Even if Nick doesn't have a hairy one, I'd do him."
Dougie smiles, telling him, "Looks like you'll be licking your first `hairy' ass!"
"You mean we can really do all this stuff to Nick?"
Realizing what his words just spelled out, Dougie figured it wouldn't do Nick any harm. Plus, it would be a great end-of-the-season gesture, even though they all had intentions of going on to NYC, together.
Then Dougie began to press Dario into submission.
"So, what's it going to be for you, Dair?"
"Me? I don't know." Feeling up his crotch, hard as with the others, Dario then asks, "Um, do you think Nick would want to suck me?"
Maclyn complained, "That's not giving, Dair... that's getting!"
They all cracked up. Gil, as if holding the reins on Dario, offered, "Don't worry. I'll find something for him to do!"
It's not the first time that Gil has pulled position on Dario, as if a dominant lover. In the prehistoric age of their love affair, it had been Dario on top, but now, like a hit and run, Dario was consistently falling under Gil's bodywork.
They all named things they would want to do for Nick. Soon their pants ached for relief.
"What?" Nick asked, returning from his chat with the camp administrator.
"Oh, nothing," half of them offered.
"No, something's up. Somebody going to clue me in?"
Instead, Dougie changed the subject.
"Um, when can we go to the hospital to see Marat?"
It worked!
"Oh! I forgot to mention it. I suppose it's obvious that camp is at a close?"
"Um, I think we all kind of got the message, Nick," Dougie replies, nodding off towards the burned zone.
"This is how it goes, the local Comfort Inn is full, but Adrian Joubert, the doctor's son?" Nick questions, seeing if they remember him.
Dougie informs, "They all didn't get to meet the hottie!"
Nick couldn't get a word in edgewise, for the next minute or so, the gang wanting vivid details.
"Are you all through?" Nick asked, when a lull occurred.
"Don't let us stop you, Nick," Maclyn replied.
"Yeah, sure. Hmm..."
"So? You going to stall us, Nick, or..."
"The Joubert's have a rather stately home and have offered to take us in."
"Way ta go, Nick."
Suddenly Nick became everyguy's hero.
"Um, do you think his son has some clothes for us?"
"Whatsamatter, Dario? The blue blanket doesn't match your wardrobe?"
Dario replied, sarcastically to Dougie, "The pink matches you perfect."
"At least I got a `faggots' color," Dougie got even, sticking his tongue out.
Gil, Dario's number one man boasts, "I think he looks hot. Especially when the blanket falls open to expose that hot trail!"
Of course, Gil meant more than the hot, dark, defined trail that separated the Latino-Italian's six pack. Whenever Dario got down to sucking Gil's 8.5c, his lover liked to reach down, rub his hands over the chest fur, jerk around the little nubs with his fingers and thumbs, which drove Dario insane with pleasure. But right now, only Gil could pick out those features. Like the rest of the lot, the grime from the fire, soot covered whatever flesh had been exposed. Some hadn't even time to grab a shirt. Other's had been caught off guard, running for their lives, in only their briefs.
"Are you boys ready to leave?"
Nick led the way to the large van that would take the Buffalo boys to town.
When boarded, paired up with their mates, Dario and Gil sat in back seat of the town school bus, followed by two of the Coyote Lodge members who had paired up, Brian Philps and Zek al-Zubeidi.
Dario turned to Gil and whispered, "That mideastern hottie sure filled out that shirt this summer!"
"The pants, too!" Gil mentioned.
He could tell Dario wondered how Gil knew a fact such as that. The question shone of his face. Gil decided to let it play out.
"So, you going to fill me in?"
They didn't know that Zek had super-sensitive hearing. Gil got faked out as well, but the answer.
"It's me that, how you say, `snagged?', your lover with his eyes on me that day in the hot tub after the volleyball game."
"Is that so?" Dario turned his whole bod around, accidentally letting the blanket fall off one shoulder.
It wasn't only Zek that noticed the red nips, freshly uncovered by soot and sweat.
The jock next to Zek, Brian Philp announced to what seemed like the whole bus, reflecting his British accent, "Oh look at that, Zek. He's into that kinky nip play, too!"
Even with the soiled bod, like the rest, Zek's naturally tanned face turned crimson. Dario might've sensed getting even, but then Gil had to open his big mouth, confessing to Brian.
"Like how do you think Dario's nips got red?"
Then, going at it, exchanging nip torture' information, Brian and Gil conversed on the subject of playing with their boyfriends' pecs. Of course, that didn't leave Zek and Dario without conversation. It even led to getting touchy-feely'.
"Whoa, do you have sensitive nips." Dario replied.
Simply, a touch of his fingertip to Zek's nip, hollowed out on the nineteen year olds dark, hairy chest, came to a hard mound instantly.
Giggling, Zek informed Dario, "It make me sensitive here to," a finger pointing to his lap, came with the reply.
"That little touch? I can't imagine what a smoosh would do!"
"Maybe we try it later?" Zek replied, insinuating maybe something else!
Brian, more liberally-minded, overhears the two and asks Gil, "Hey, if you're up for it, mate, the four of us can get together for some hot fun, after we get the scum off of our bods."
Not at all on the same plane as Brian, Gil replies, "I don't know, Brian. We've never had sex with others before."
Dario puts the subject to Zek, "Have you guys?"
Zek revealed, "Before I meet Brian, I let Bud Lutz play with me."
"Bud Lutz," Gil thinks out loud, "Nick mentioned that name. Um, you two know that he.... he's... well let's just say he's not in the land of the living."
Brian blurts out, "Yeah, we heard he's dead. Serves him right for going off every night with our counselor."
It's then the four noticed someone else had been eavesdropping, as the nineteen year old Canadian from the Coyote lodge, inquired, "Um, I didn't get the whole gist of that. Exactly what was Bud doing with Dav Khan?"
Another Coyote member through in his own observation, "I heard Bud coerced Dav Khan into becoming his slave."
This opened a whole discussion, other campers joining in.
Miguel, whom sat next to Juan Luis, asks, "Maybe he make a bribe to the counselor?"
Suddenly the bus erupted in hearsay, each of the about thirty guys throwing in their own assumptions.
"Okay... okay... let's not let this get out of hand," Nick rose up out of his seat, his arms trying to quiet the masses. "It's a sure thing that none of us knows for sure what happened out there. Let's not let own imaginations get the best of us."
"Nick is right," Juan Luis, the counselor of the Coyotes added.
One last comment came from Miguel, as he asked, "Didn't you know what was going on, Juan Luis?"
Frankly replying, he said, "Um, I rarely saw Dav."
"But when you did?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Juan Luis showed he had nothing else to add to the subject.
Quiet returning to the bus, the four in the back carried on with their conversing.
Zek informed Dario, "Then I meet Brian and they both play with me. Then I see Bud no more and that's what happened. I swear it," he reported, as if defending himself.
All heads turned to the windows, as the bus rolled into the village, flanking the outskirts of the burnt out shell of Timber Creek Fitness Camp. Zek swung his head around, when Dario reached over the seat in front giving him a niptug. The two smiled at each other.
Approaching a signpost, it contained about ten signs, including one that read, `Old Porch Inn'.
"A word of warning," Nick cued them in, "it's not the country bed'n'breakfast you think it is. Um, bed, yes... most likely guys jumping in and out of, but I'm betting it's sausage for breakfast!"
They roared with laughter, Nick getting comments like, "Corrupting a youth's mind are we?" from Juan Luis.
Nick got even, with an intent look, shifting a gaze back and forth between the twenty-four year old counselor and his own Buffalo Lodge camper, Miguel, five years his junior, whom he's bedded on more than one occasion.
"The stone doesn't fall far from the tree, does it, Juan Luis?"
Miguel and Juan Luis look strangely at Nick.
"What is it Nick talk about, Juan Luis?" Miguel directs to his lover.
Shrugging his shoulders, up to his ear lobes, as if admitting `I dunno', Juan Luis delivers his answers.
Nick replies, "That's pathetic!"
"Hey, the sign said that-a-way, to town," Dougie informs Nick. drawing his attention away from the Latino couple.
"Oh, I didn't tell you. The Joubert's don't live in the town proper."
"That's right," Dougie recalls. "You did say that they had a rather large house. What's the story? Do they live on some big estate, in a big mansion?"
Being Facetious, Nick smiled, knowing how close Dougie came to the truth. He also had another surprise in store.
"Hey, look!" Dougie yells out, his pointing arm grazing the side of Nick's head.
"What?" Nick questions, his head snapping back from Juan Luis' side of the bus.
"A gay campground!"
Suddenly, the bus seems to rock to one side, guys leaning and standing, wanting to get a look at the view, possibly taking in some hot, young flesh.
"I don't see where it mentions `gay'," Jason questions Dougie's discovery.
"It doesn't, but under the name of the campground, it says `free hookups'!"
The bus leveled out, the guys eager to spot a few wild party animals, returning to their seats. Nick explained the concept of `RV hookups' to Dougie. However, on the horizon, as if a mirage embedded in the road surface, something of interest keyed in the attention of the boys. The oldest member of the bus passengers, the driver, thirty-eight year old already had his foot on the brake, door bus opening, even before the bus came to a halt.
"You don't mind if I stop to give a coupla local boys a lift, do you?"
Before Nick or Juan Luis, the senior members of the group, could voice their opinions, the two local's stepped up the series of stairsteps.
"Hell yeah!" Rang out the reply from the ex-campers.
Being polite, two boys from the Turtle lodge, ones deemed `troublemakers', hefted themselves out of their seats. They parked their butts in seats made for two, creating three across.
"Hey, thanks," one of the local guys replied, taking off his backpack and tossing it in the overhead, acknowledging a Turtle-guy.
The second, replied to the bus driver, "Thanks Jeremy."
"Yeah, we know we can always count on you!" The first hitcher said.
Not remaining immobile for more than two seconds, the bus continued on it's journey. One person was overly cautious, Nick, watching the newcomers turn around to chat with the former members of the Turtle Lodge, the group of campers under the control of Reinken Michaelis and Dav Khan. At the same time, it dawned on him that not much had been heard from the Reinken, nor his constant sidekick, Scott Tsutsumi. Doing a head count, he spotted them in the back of the bus, opposite Dario and Gil. Like a baby, Scott lay in Reinken's arms, the two sleeping. A blanket hovered over both of them. Nick smiled, wondering what they had been doing, when the fire broke out? Anyhow, snapping out of it, Nick's cock stopped twitching, as his attention returned to the two new riders. By that time, the other guys on the bus had garnered answers from the two, faster than a room full of reporters.
First thing Nick heard, is their names, Ethan Ryder and Caleb McKenna. Then followed the barrage of facts about the two; Ethan is eighteen, Caleb seventeen, almost eighteen. Fresh out of high school, the two have been working for the summer working for `dirt cheap' salaries, pulling long hours.
"All summer we've been chopping up wood so that folks around here can burn it up in their fireplaces," Ethan let on.
Caleb added, "Not that we're complaining. I mean, look at this muscle, will ya?"
Nick and Dougie giggled when hands went to laps, when Caleb exhibited his left bicep, peeling back the sleeve of his dirty tee shirt.
"Quit showing off your hot physique, Caleb," Ethan busted on him.
"Nothin' wrong with it," eighteen year old Frank Kelly replied, his lap helping along his decision, as his hand tried to control his reaction.
Having the same opinion, a lot of the guys on the bus, agreed with Caleb. Of course, when he flexed that bicep, they could all detect the same effect, the dark blond's tee shirt riding up on his body, showing off the smooth washboard abs, a trickle of hair stretched from navel to beltline.
"Caleb, why don't you sit down and stop showing off?"
Another giggle ensued, among Dougie and Nick, laughing at the two, like a disagreeing couple.
Smiling up at Nick, whose arm held lay poised around the eighteen year olds shoulder, Dougie asks, "Remember when we were like that?"
"You mean the time after you got whipped?"
"That and the disagreement we got over what I thought would be good for you to massage the welts on my back and what `you' claimed would heal them up quicker."
"And wasn't I right?"
Dougie smiled up at Nick.
"Um, yeah."
"Last time you looked in the mirror, did you see any stripes?" Nick ground in the thoughts of him being on the right side.
Dougie changed the subject, "You know you never did serve out those last two demerits on me, Nick?"
"It's history."
"Yeah, but I kind of fantasize about it."
"Huh? How does that go, Douglass?"
"Okay. I can see you're getting serious here, Nick. Forget it."
Interruption follows, when they hear, Juan Luis calling out, "What do guys do around here for excitement?"
"Caleb isn't eighteen yet..."
"I'm almost. Another week," Caleb defends himself.
"Yeah, another week and we can both drink beer together!"
Another fact to add to what the guys on the bus have found out about Ethan and Caleb. Drawing on Dougie's stupidmindedness, Mac inquired about the gay' campground. At the mention of gay', Ethan and Caleb got all nervous and sweaty.
Detecting their jitters, Mac replied, "Hey, you don't have to worry about being gay around us!"
"Huh?" Ethan showed a sign of questioning.
Frank Kelly, Mac's friend who came over on the same plane from Ireland, replies, "Hell no! We're all gay!"
"All?" Caleb asked, surveying the gang.
"Excuse me for asking," Ethan puts to them, more to Mac and Frank, nineteen year old, Josh Spindel, wedged in between, "but how come you guys are all sweaty and..."
He didn't want to pressure the facts that the bus reeked of manscent, mansweat and looked it. Of course, a coupla the guys had to relieve their pent up emotions and where else to shoot their loads, but onto the bus floor. Sure, there had been a few exceptions where some guys got an early morning protein drink.
Nick wasn't so sure that the two striking up a friendship with Frank Kelly was the best idea. However, he also noticed how the multitude of stripes across Frank's back, a product of Reinken Michaelis' disciplining, seemed to have tamed the youth. Nick also noticed the constant pawing, Frank's hand over Josh Spidel's neck and shoulders, played a part in his cool attitude. Also, as the summer progressed, rumor had it that Reinken's disciplinary methods had turned around the boys of Turtle Lodge. Instead of the slow, last to finish in activities and duties, the Turtle boys had proved to become a valuable lot. All, except that of Bud Lutz. Part of what Nick thought, came out, as the two continued conversing with Frank.
"Whooooa, will you look at that, Caleb. And I thought only your pop was into that kind of discipline!"
Ethan noticed the remnants of what must've served a discipilinary session, pitting counselor against camper, deadened stripes coming over Frank's shoulders. By the look on Caleb's face, something meant to keep hidden, had escaped from Ethan's lips. Now Caleb remained silent, almost shy, whereas the muscle-clad youth flaunted his proud musclature with the bus-boys.
"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours!" Frank directed, for Caleb's benefit.
"Yeah, okay," Caleb replied.
Where there had been uninterested lapses in the conversation, now the full attention of everyone, except the bus driver, trained on the two hitchers. Caleb turned around, a knee up on the cushy, black seat. Fingers attached to the tail of his tee shirt, he peeled it up and over his head. Turning it inside out, he exhibited his tanned flesh. They all had a quick giggle, when the bus lurched, almost sending Caleb head first, over the back of the seat, into Josh's lap.
"Ooooh, sorry `bout that, Josh," Caleb apologized.
"I'm not," came the reply, a smile attached, from six foot, one inch tall nineteen year old.
Ethan and Frank never caught on, as Josh and Caleb exchanged words and gestures that could resemble innocent flirting. One of these opportunities, set Caleb's taste buds in motion, watching Josh subtlely rub his crotch.
Making sure no one but Caleb paid attention, Josh quietly conversed, "69 sometime?" He ended it with a smile.
Flicking his eyebrows and as if accepting a high class invitation, Caleb replied, faking a `Southern' accent, "I'd be delighted!"
Many who had received upwards of a hundred lashes across their backs, to fulfill their demerits quotas, gasped at the red lines, when Caleb turned `round, his back facing them. Frank reached out and ran a finger along one of the lines.
Caleb gasped, "Owwch!"
"Frank, you doofus!" Mac called out.
"Hey, sorry, man."
"That's okay. It doesn't hurt that much. Besides, I'm kind of used to it," almost eighteen year old Caleb replied, his attention still on Josh and his crotch.
Frank felt a twitch in his pants. He sat down, not wanting the others to detect the slow tent growing in his briefs. Like some of the guys, there wasn't time to throw on many clothes. Frank's erection started to reach that volatile stage, when stopping of `the starting' just couldn't be had. He didn't want it to look like he was getting off on the hurt he caused Caleb. Not only thinking of himself, he didn't want Josh embarrassed. Other boys in the Turtle Lodge, which weren't on the bus, might understand, but not the guys from the other lodges, at Timber Creek. Plus, there had been Reiken Michaelis, in the back of the bus, whom the Turtle Lodge made some promising pledges to keep from being hounded by their heavy-handed, leather strap-carrying counselor. No, he had to keep his hard shaft low-keyed.
"So?"
Looking up from his seat, into Caleb's eyes, Frank questioned back, in gesture, then in words, "Oh yeah. My back. Give me a minute."
Unfortunately, Frank had used the wrong choice of words, his eyes giving away the secret that affixed his eyes to his crotch, over ruling his mind's deliberation.
It's Caleb who broke the ice, "Hey, you don't have anything to be ashamed about!"
"I don't?" Frank looked up.
Ethan got into the act, replying, "Hell no. I know this might sound weird coming from a country boy, but..." Rubbing his hand over Caleb's back, he reports, "Feeling up Caleb's welts kind of turns me on."
"Really now?"
Peaking Frank's interest, he didn't pretend to hide anything. Josh even perked up to the conversation at hand.
"That's the same thing Frank says about me," Josh opens up.
"I'm outta here," Mac tells the now attentive group of four.
"Sorry about that," Frank tells Mac affectionately, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he departs their company.
Frank wanted to share with Ethan and Caleb some stuff he's done with Josh this summer, however he didn't want the others to hear.
"Hey, you have a cell phone number I can call you at?"
"Nope. Can't afford one," seventeen year old Caleb replied.
Frank `did' decide to try something out.
He directed to Caleb, taking a big chance, "I wasn't asking you, `boy'!"
Softly, Ethan whispers to Frank, "Cool! You two into that stuff, too?"
"Hell yeah!"
Frank went on to find out that the two didn't know much about bdsm and have never really done anything serious. Frank's crotch burst at the seams, wanting to educate the two.
Meanwhile, as the bus neared two tall iron gates, some other observations began to take place.
"Not bad. Not bad at all," Brian Philps exclaimed, leaning over Zek's lap, as he looked over the tall iron gates the bus passed through, on route up the country lane.
"No?" Zek questioned Brian's remark, looking down into his own lap.
"Zek, can you get your mind out of the gutter for once?"
"Mind? Out of gutter?"
It's obvious that Zek couldn't derive from, Brian's connotation, the meaning of his phrase.
Giving in, Brian smiled, saying, "I meant out there," pointing out of the school bus window.
Coining the hip phrase, Zek tried his best at, "I knew that!" Then to throw Brian off course further, boasted, "My father road to house is paved with gold bricks!"
Brian shrunk back in his seat.
"Is something I say not right, Brian?"
"Zek, I have a confession to make."
"Say it. I no care."
With his palm on Brian's arm, slowly massaging the scant amount of fur on his forearm, Zek tried to bring out whatever it was that troubled the nineteen year old.
"Zek, I kind of lied to you."
"Lie? You not love me?"
Smirking, Brian said, "No.. I mean, sure I love you Zek. It's just that... Zek, I told you my father is a chef in a fancy restaurant."
"I not care if he is not."
"Zek, he owns a little tiny, hole-in-the-wall eatery. It's no bigger than half this bus."
Finished with his business of telling Zek al-Zubeidi the real truth, that his father hadn't owned one of the most lavish eateries in all of London, one of the most posh restaurants in all of the UK, Brian sat there, his chin to his bare chest.
"We go eat there sometime?"
"Zek, it's in a terrible, rundown area. I'd fear for your life, taking you there."
"I can see you love me a lot, Brian. I not care. I eat off ground for you."
Seeing that Zek didn't really give two hoots about neither what his father did for a living, nor that he told a big white lie, Brian lifted his head. Of course, Zek's finger under the stubbled chin, helped to raise it up high enough for the mideastern jock to give a kiss. They broke when the bus jolted to a stop.
"Holy-shamoly!" Ron Hastings gasped.
The modern home, resembled shoeboxes, placed at different angles, some piled on top of the others.
"A bit modest, I would say."
Chad Seivers looked at Bob Moch, with attitude.
"That is, compared to the Texas home."
"Texas? I thought you said you hailed from some tiny town in Germany, Bob?"
"I do. When our family is not here, in the U.S."
"Wait a minute. Are you telling me that you've got `that' much money in the bank?"
"I don't. Well, I have an expense account. Until I'm twenty-one, I'm budgeted to about five hundred a month, but I manage to get by."
"Five hundred? Like in dollars, Bob?" Chad sat there, wiped out by the amount of his new acquaintances actual weath.
"Uh-huh. Why? Don't you get an allowance at the beginning of each month, Chad."
"Well sure. A mere hundred bucks, but five hundred? What do you do with all that, Bob?"
"A guy's gotta have some place nice to take his date."
Bob began getting more than chummy with Chad, nestling his nose next to his neck.
"Are all you Moch men this romantic, Bob?"
Then sitting up, more alert, Bob replies, "You know, Chad. I do have this feeling that my brother, Anson, is gay?"
"Anson? Sexy name."
Then totally confiding in Chad, Bob says, "Believe you me, he is!"
Furthering their knowledge on the gay Moch brother, Chad and Bob chat up more about Anson, filing out of the bus, blankets draped over their top halves. Chad was lucky enough to be half dressed, however, Bob was caught in only his briefs, when the cry to `run for their lives' had them on the run.
Entering the foyer of the first `shoebox', the group of dingy, dirty men, stood in high contrast to the modest, but highly decorative surroundings. Dr. Joubert and his partner, Werner Quintesn, along with Joubert's son, Adrian, appeared, to greet the bunch.
"Adrian, will you lead the boys upstairs, please?"
Dougie knew Adrian, but the others whom accompanied the group, seemingly servants of the household, appeared as strangers, yet had the same friendly disposition as both the Joubert's and Werner Quintens. None of this stuffy, rich folk stuff.
"I'll be waiting down here for you, Douglass."
"Yeah, weren't you the lucky one who had a chance to shower and shave?"
Taking in a whiff of Dougie's natural, sweaty manscent, Nick made comment, "Mmmm.. wish I could get alone with you."
"Be nice, huh? After all, my load has been pent up for over twenty-four hours now."
Nick gave a friendly warning, "Don't let any of these hot studs put a `drain' on your system!"
"Oh no. Don't you worry now, Nick. I'm saving up for that hot fuck tonight!"
Nick liked the sound of that.
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Continued in "Buffalo Boys" 14, `Living In The Lap Of Luxury'...
Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.