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?'
"Living In The Lap Of Luxury" 02 The continuing epic fantasy of the `Buffalo Boys' wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Are you sure this is okay with Nick, Dougie?"
"Of course. He trusts you. I trust you. Um, could you soap up the top of my back now?"
"Sure."
"That's it. Nice. Anybody ever tell you that you have a nice way with a cake of soap?"
"It's soap gel."
"Oh. Whatever. Feels real nice the way you rub it on me."
"Thanks. Um, Dougie?"
"Yeah."
"I'm having a problem here."
"Ran out of soap?"
"No, it's not that."
Dil's hand slides around Dougie's shoulder, as he pirouettes. Unintentionally, it glides down his pecs, falling off his bod.
"That was nice too!"
"I didn't mean it."
Water cascading down, all over, reveals the wet look, soaking over and over the front of their bods.
Twenty-two year old Dil opens with, "I probably shouldn't say this..."
"Say what?"
"You'll probably thinking I'm flirting with you, Dougie."
Figuring the classic line right on the tip of Dil's tongue, Dougie summed up the eye movement, down, then up his bod.
"You wouldn't be a queer gay boy if you didn't!"
Smiling, Dil replied meekly, "I think you're good looking."
"Then just don't stand there."
"What?" Dil backed off an inch til his back hit the sliding glass doors of the shower stall. "What do you mean, Dougie?"
"Simple. Hug me."
"But what about Nick?"
Rolling his eyes, Dougie replied, "Um, we're in a new millenium, plus it's only going to be a friendly hug. It's not like I'm going to flip you around and stick my cock up your butt!"
First, Dougie's smile made Dil smile. Then his grin made Dil giggle. Before long, Dil began making his advance.
"Nick wouldn't get screaming mad if he whipped open the shower door and caught us hugging?"
"Nope. You kidding? Matter of fact, he'll probably strip down and jump in here with us!"
"No he wouldn't," Dil doubted it.
"Um, you going to do it before the water turns cold?"
Helping Dil overcome his shyness, Dougie placed both hands on either side of Dil's bare, wet torso, reeling him in like a fish. Soon both blond's bellytrails touched. As if natural, Dougie's head went to Dil's right shoulder, completing the manuever. He had to momentarily drop his arms, to pick up Dil's, placing them to his own sides. After that, Dil got the hint, placing his palms on Dougie's back.
"This feels so nice, Dougie."
"It does," he replied, taking a chance on placing a small kiss on Dil's shoulder.
"How tall are you?"
Dougie didn't think it too romantic, but answered. "Six feet. Um, you?"
"Same. Um, I hate to say this..."
Dougie backed away, saying, "You're not gay?"
Smiling, Dil replied, "Worse. I'm..." then looking down between them, "hard?"
"Hmm," Dougie replied, eyeing up their cocks readying to do battle, "No doubt about that!"
"Which brings me to my original question."
"Oh. When?"
"Huh?"
"When did you have that question, Dil?"
"Oh. Way back when you made me hug you."
Dougie giggled, conscience-stricken, asking, "Like you hated doing it?"
"Oh no. It felt great. I'm only concerned that... well, I don't want to come between you and Nick."
Wickedly, Dougie replies, "You might like it!"
"Huh?"
"Never mind. What's your question?"
"Alright if we dry off?"
"Sure."
Exiting the shower, Dil handed Dougie a lush, soft towel. With waists wrapped, they proceeded back to the bedroom.
As they faced each other, sitting in armchairs Dil apologized, "Oops, sorry," when his hard shaft poked out between the slit in the towel.
Both laughed heartily. Here they had both witnessed their wet cocks fucking, in unison, then poking each other, like musketeers in the shower and Dil was worried about exposing himself!
"Now I'll apologize for being stupid!"
"No need, Dil. Been there - done that, Dil."
With that little episode in the past, the two buckled down for some boytalk.
"What I was wondering, Dougie. Is it wrong to like getting fucked and fucking?"
Feeling like a father and his sixteen year old son, on the verge of `the birds and the bees' conversation, himself the father, Dougie began to reflect on the matter.
"Not at all. I mean, I've never seen you getting fucked, but like me, fucking our men over for what seemed like eternity, I figured you liked fucking, Dil."
"Oh, I did. I'd want to do it again, but..."
"But, you like getting it too."
"Now I'm not so sure."
"Oh? How's that go, Dil?"
"Even though Adrian fucked me maybe twenty times, none of those times I really liked it."
"What do you mean?"
"He wasn't gentle any of the times he fucked me."
Dougie brought his chair closer. He took Dil's hands in his.
"Look, I'm real sorry about that, Dil."
"Thanks," Dil hung his head down, as if ashamed.
Dil's bowed head forced Dougie to look elsewhere, as he explained, "All I know is that you had been forced into something that you couldn't get out of. You acted on your own volition and..."
"What's volition mean?"
Thinking about it, Dougie replied, "I don't know. Sounded like what I meant. I know I heard it somewhere in a discussion like this. I think it means somebody desiring something."
"Oh. Okay."
"So, anyway, you couldn't help getting into this bond with Adrian."
"Bond? How do you mean that?"
"Well, a situation you couldn't get out of, so you got stuck in it."
"Oh, right." Then Dill took the lead, "When you fucked Nick just now, Dougie, he was so... at peace with you fucking him, like he was enjoying it."
"Oh, believe me. He was. You saw how he couldn't wait to get his shirt off, almost tearing it open... the way he shed his pants so quick."
"Yeah, like a dog in heat!"
The two burst out laughing.
"Exactly, Dil. Nick lives for my cock up his ass."
"I can see why, too."
"Oh?"
"You're so gentle, Dougie. The way you slowly slid your cock into Nick, then so slowly moved it in and out.. that is, until..."
"Until we both acted like jockey's, seeing who would be the first to unload our spunk?"
"Yeah. Oh man it felt so awesome too! Dougie?"
"Yeah?"
"Does it always feel as good as the first time?"
"Which part?"
"All of it. I mean, when I first... well Nick, shoved my cock for me, into Adrian's ass, it felt so damn tight. His insides like `glued' to the sides of my cock, massaging it as if a masseur knowing how to pamper a guy's back."
Dougie went to say something, but Dil, excited about doing it the first time, kept on.
"And then, even though I was in there for what? An hour?"
"Um, yeah it seemed, but...."
"Oh man did it stay tight and it felt totally incredible!"
"Still does!"
"What?"
Gazing at each other, Dil followed Dougie's lead, glancing down to his lap. The white, lux towel stretched with the inner protrusion.
"Dougie?"
"What, Dil?"
"Never mind."
"No, go ahead. Got something to say? Say it!"
"No, I can't."
"Listen, Dil. We're friends. No, more than that... really good friends."
"Yeah, I feel the same. Like I've known you for awhile, but it's been what? A coupla hours?"
"Whatever. Just the point. Who else do you know as well as me? The gardener?"
"No, but he's really cute!"
Another round of laughter filled the bedroom.
"So?"
"Okay. Silly as this is, I'll ask...."
"Come on," Dougie prodded.
"Okay. Here goes. Will you fuck me?"
"Sure."
"But, you're supposed to say `no' or at least think about it."
"I know. When Nick comes back, I'll ask him if it's alright."
"And he'll let you?"
"Hey, even if I went ahead and did it, he'd understand."
"Nick would forgive you?"
"It's not about forgiveness. Fucking a guy without asking, well it depends on who the guy is. Nick knows you, knows you're a nice guy. I mean, I doubt that this will be the end of the three of us seeing each other."
"You think so, Dougie?"
"Look at it this way, Dil. You're an artist. Nick's an artist."
"He is? Wow! Small world! What is his medium?"
"Briefs or thongs?"
Dil chuckled.
"Sorry for laughing."
"That's okay. I know if it's the lowrise ones, he takes a medium, but he used to wear boxers. I've seen him in a thong and those ass cheeks, man....."
"No, Dougie," Dil cut in. "Medium, in art, means what kind of art is within his field."
"Ooooooh... I knew that! Sculpture. Like his father."
"His father is an artist?"
"Um, have you ever heard of Cristos Kyriopoulos?"
"Who hasn't! You mean... oh man what an idiot I am! Nick Kyriopoulos. I should've put two and two together right away. The same Cristos Kyriopoulos who designed the sculpture settings for the Seagrams building's diningroom when Mark Rothko pulled out?"
"Ah, yeah, I suppose..."
"The same Cristos Kyriopoulos who designed the fiberglass showroom for the Steuben Building on Fifth Ave.?"
"That's him," Dougie replied, trying to make it sound like he knew what Dil was talking about.
"Nick's gotta be the luckiest son in the world!"
"He's not the only one," Dougie told Dil, thinking of himself for a change.
"Um, by the way. What does his father think about him being gay?"
"Like it was nothing."
"Very lucky man and..." Dil hesitated.
"Let's not go through `that' again. C'mon. Ask it."
"I think this is the case, but are you two like serious lovers?"
"Now I'm going to bust you on that question, Dil!"
"Okay. I deserve it. Now I can say what I really was going to say."
"What's that?"
"Nick and you are nice together. You're fortunate to have each other."
"And I'm sure out there, a man is waiting for a guy like you, Dil."
"I hope so. Up until now my life's been like on a downwards slump."
"Well, don't you think for a minute that Nick and I are going to let you keep falling." His hands climbing up Dil's forearms, Dougie insists, "From now on your life is going to be a series of uphill swings. Believe it!"
With eyes getting misty, Dil confesses, "If you and Nick hadn't come along, I'd probably be stuck here, as Adrian's boytoy, forever."
Glancing into Dougie's eyes, his face leaning forwards, Dil confesses, "May Nick forgive me," before placing his hands on the sides of Dougie's face, his lips closing in fast.
A few seconds into the heartfelt kiss, Nick opened the door.
"Ahem! Having fun are we?" He smiled, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Oh hi Nick!"
A look of horror on Dil's face, he asks Dougie, quietly, "He's not mad, is he?"
"Does he look it?"
However, instead of keeping up the mask of happiness, Nick fell into a saddened stupor.
"Uh-oh," Dil stated.
"What's the matter?"
Nick replied, solemnly, "I have sinned."
Getting up from the chair, Dougie starts walking over towards Nick.
Glancing down, Nick says sarcastically, "Looks like you're ready to sin!"
Dougie cracked a smile.
"Matter of factly, I was gearing up to."
"Oh? And how does that go, Douglass?"
"Oh no. You go first, Nick. I wouldn't want to prolong your suffering."
Nick returned to his guilty mode.
"Well you see... um..."
Just then, Adrian appeared at the door, his hair disheaveled.
"Well you see," Nick repeated himself. "While out back of the gardener's cottage, burning Dil's fake of the painting in question, um... well it got kind of boring, making sure every last scrap of that monster-sized painting got burnt up and well, Adrian here started to shoot his mouth off, like some wiseass.... one thing led to another..."
Seeing Dougie and Dil standing there, toweled waists, arms crossing pecs, Adrian caught on to the stall, as well as those two.
"I made Nick fuck me," he said nonchalantly, purposefully butting into the side of Nick, as he made his way past.
"Oh, I see," Dougie's eyes followed Adrian, one particular place, all the way to the bed.
"Forgive me?" Shot out of Nick's mouth.
"Yeah. Okay."
Dil replied, "Just like that, Dougie?"
"Nick was going to tell me, weren't you, Nick honey?"
"It was on the tip of my tongue," he replied, still eyeing up the tented towel.
Dougie, full of wicked thoughts today, says, "Hungry for my cock?"
Moving over to Nick, he thrust the towel from his waist. As if seeing it for the first time, the 10c, bursting at the seams with it's juices, Nick licks his lips.
"Oooooh, so sweet!"
As soon as Nick gets to his knees, Dougie whips his hips around.
"Too bad I already promised Dil."
"You what!"
What a sight Nick looked like, kneeling there on the floor, all ready to open up and swallow. Now, hands on his hips, he looked like a starving artist, whimpering at the loss of a gourmet meal.
"It's okay Dougie. You don't have to," Dil filled them in, ever so scantily on the subject matter.
"Oh no," then looking towards Adrian, Dougie confided, "time you received a proper fucking. Not some rush job, raping your ass just to get it filled with a hot load!"
"Sorry," Adrian meekly said.
"Yeah right," Nick replied to the apology, "bet you don't have a compassionate bone in your body, Adrian!"
"And you should know Nick, the way your hands were all over me as you fucked my ass?"
That shut Nick up.
"Really Nick? Hands all over him? Hmm... you better go right to the jon and wash them this instant," Dougie told him, as if his mother.
At least Dougie could joke about it. Silence prevailed for about a minute, until he broke the ice.
"So, what's it going to be, Dil?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Um, I think I know what this is about," Adrian summed up.
Nick went to wash his hands. It left Dil and Dougie, their attention trained on Adrian.
"Want to fill us in, Adrian?" Dougie dared, arms folded over his bare chest, one hand dropping to fondle his own private parts.
"I'll be the first to admit. I fucked you wildly, but I can be gentle," Adrian put it smoothly.
Dougie, even more smooth, put it, "Like a wolf?"
"Will you give me a fuckin' break? I'm trying to show some feelings here!"
Exiting the jon, Nick informed the room, "Oh, he can be gentle. I'm witness to that, after I tamed him a bit."
"Wonders never cease, Nick."
"That works both ways," Nick reported back to Dougie. "We both have a lot to learn about each other."
Didn't Dougie know a lot about that, after Dil rattled off all of Nick's father's sculptural feats.
It took a few moments of space to confront each other with that special bond between Nick and Dougie. Enough time to get Adrian on his feet and close up to Dil.
"Now who am I going to fuck?" Dougie asked, his attention on the two.
"Um, I'll volunteer," Nick replied, his hand up like a grade school kid.
Nick quenched thoughts of volunteering his ass out for Adrian's `gentle side', his hand going instead, in the middle of his lover's thighs.
"Mmmmm.. now that's more like it, however...."
Withdrawing his hand, Nick replies, "You're never satisfied, Douglass."
"I could be if your mouth replaced your hand!"
It was Dougie's turn to play, telling Nick to get on the bed, on his back. Straddling the hairy chest, his butt feeling up his lover's hairy stomach, Dougie leaned forward, as mouth opened. This time, with the bottom boys on their backs, the top men toyed with their willing victims. Yet, Dougie didn't hesitate to offer to share. Reaching over, he took Dil's hand, placing it around Nick's barrel.
"You don't mind, do you Dil?"
"No problem, if you don't!" Dil replied anxiously, awaiting the new experience of four on the bed.
As Adrian inched up to Dil's chute, legs on his shoulders, he could see Dil stiffening up over touching Nick's rod. Or, maybe it could have been the anticipation of cock tip touching his ass opening? Only Dil will know a thing like that, for sure.
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"Banzai!" Scott shouted out, ditching himself in the pool.
"I wonder how that felt?" Dario asks Zek.
Sitting next to him in a lounge chair by the side of the indoor pool, the two chatted, while their other halves, Gil and Brian talked, waist deep in the pool.
"What do you mean Dario? Force of the water, tugging on the chain?"
"Well, sure." Dario replied, now looking at Scott, whom readied for another cannonball, "I don't know how long Scott's had those clamps on his nips, but for sure the force of impact has to have some kind of drag on the chain."
"Maybe we not know, unless we try it?"
"What are you suggesting Zek?"
A toothy smile, gracing his daring face, Zek replies to Dario's inquiry, "Maybe that man in charge of Scott have more clamps?"
"Reinken, you mean?"
"That name of Scott guardian?"
Filling Zek in on the proper terms, as Dario has found out from hearsay, out of the mouths of his gossiping peers, "Scott's `Sir', his slavemaster."
"That how you call it. Master and slave. Like back in my country."
"You still have that system?"
"It's how you call it... `underground'?"
"Same here, I reckon. Yeah, maybe Reinken has some extra toys. But are you serious Zek? You and me putting some clamps on our nips?"
Zek's smile, his grin extremely intoxicating, reving the Floridian Italian-Latino up to the fact that this could prove to be quite the erotic activity, put some pizzazz into his crotch. The pool surrounded by flesh, left nothing but a hand for coverup, as Dario's 8.5c swelled.
"C'mon. We go ask now or you wait til cock goes down?"
Even though Nick gave the Buffalo guys ample time to improve on their tans, Dario's skin achieved a darker status.
"I guess I'm no bigger than you!"
As if he didn't know, Zek looks down. He smiles, himself turning crimson, at his 9.5c jutting out from his dark haired pubes.
"We go together, big. Maybe it help this Reinken `Sir' to let us borrow nip toys?"
Dario smiled, taking Zek's hand, to lift him out of the chair. He had to be swayed, to let his hard shaft `fall' out of his pubic region, as Zek pulled his hand away. As if boyfriends, the two held hands, walking along the pool's edge towards where Reinken sat, comfy in a lounge chair, sunglasses propped up on his nose bridge, a green julep in one hand.
"What do you think is going on there?" Gil asked Brian.
Both eighteen and nineteen year old tops watched as their bottom boys headed in Reinken's direction.
Brian reacted first, diving from the waist position, flat out, saying over his shoulder, "I don't know, but I'm not waiting to find out!"
"I'm with you!" Gil called out, on Brian's heels.
By the time Brian and Gil hoisted themselves up to the pool's edge, their muscular biceps heaving their toned bodies out of the water, Zek and Dario had already began conversing with Reinken.
Brian, more outspoken, busted into the conversation, "Um, what's going on here, Zek?"
Before Zek or Dario could give any sign of their presence before the former Turtle Lodge couselor, Reinken replied, "Looks like your boys are interested in some heavy duty `nip work'."
"Dario?" Gil questioned.
"Um, yeah. Zek and I got to talking and..."
Zek enlightened them, "It really my idea. Brian, you know how my nips are sensitive and..."
"Oh, don't I know that. Damn," the nineteen year old Aussie informs them all, "I've gotta be the first top that ever lived that has to cater to chewing on your hairy pecs!"
Even Reinken got a kick out that. Gil spotted the already long 12.5 spike hardening up, between the German's light-haired thighs. Contrary to what he thought he thought, Gil started to get the same reaction.
"I beg to differ," Gil began to input his own expertise on the subject. "Way back at the beginning of camp, at Timber Creek, I recall Dario here as quite the top...."
Dario cut in, reminiscing, as to recall the facts, "And you the bottom?"
"Yeah, well I never thought of myself as a top until..."
Right now, Reinken, along with Zek and Brian grew increasingly entertained by the subject of the early days of Dario's and Gil's relationship. At least, their hand movement, sliding down their bare thighs, enroute to their pleasure zones proved the interest was there!
"Until you," the nineteen year old Italian-Latino continued, "decided you wanted to try to fuck me!"
"Like Dougie pointed out," eighteen year old Gil continued, "guys do stuff like this at summer camp. I can't help it if I'm a bottom all my life, I see a hot ass and think that I want to fuck it!"
They never saw Reinken laugh so hard, spitting his mint julep out of his mouth, spraying it all over his own chest, stomach, pubes and beyond.
"Oh fuck! Pardon me... masters' and future slaveboys'," Reinken already tagged the players, "I'm gotta go take a dip. Wash this off."
Watching Reinken boost himself effortlessly out of the chair, the four took in the twenty-six year old's physique, taking the perfect dive into the pool from the spring board.
Starting off the four jock parley, Brian asks, "Zek, are you sure you want to become involved in this stuff?"
Dario enlightens them, "Reinken.... um, the `Sir', says it's called BDSM."
"What does that stand for?" Gil asks.
Helping Dario out, Zek replies, "B means bondage, getting tied up..."
"Yeah and the `D' is for discipline..."
Gil kids, "You, Dario? Discipline? Who had to wake you up and drag you out of bed at four o'clock every morning?"
After the giggling subsided, Dario knowing the score, Zek continued, "S&M means Sadistic and Masochistic."
"Yeah, we're the Maso's and Reinken's the Sadistic one."
Loosely defined, yet getting the point across, both Gil and Brian stand there, hands on their torsos, thinking about it.
"What do you think, Brian?"
"I'm not sure, Gil. I'm not sure that I want to become involved with all this."
"You don't have to," Dario states, boldly.
Gil then questions, "Oh? How does that go?"
Zek answers, "Reinken already tell us that he play with us."
"Play with you?"
"Yes," Dario helps out, "Reinken is not out to really hurt us. Just turn us on."
"Yeah sure," Gil says, with first hand knowledge, "the way he let what's his name turn Dougie on with the leather strap on his back?"
"Hmm, funny thing is, I forget his name too," Dario replies to Gil's forgetfullness.
Then the two see Brian's and Zek's questioning.
"Um, you want to fill us in, mates?" Brian asks, in that hot, Aussie accent.
"First day of camp, Dougie acted like a real snot," Gil said.
Dario cut in, "Yeah and that's putting it mildly. One of the counselors lay a strap across his back about thirty times."
"Our Dougie?"
As Brian put it, every guy showed a brotherly love for Douglass Thomas Hazard, as if the godfather from Tennessee. Nick changed him from the onery bastard, to a more compassionate person, displaying leadership qualities that changed the whole of Buffalo Lodge campers. It's one of the virtues, that caused Nick to admire, eventually fall in love with the eighteen year old. Now that reverberations of those qualities shone through the other campers, attesting to his diversity as a qualitative human being. (Deep, huh?)
"Yeah. Nick still owes him two demerits," Dario added.
"Nick?" Brian questioned, "Owes Dougie two demerits?"
"Wrong!" Gil calls out.
"Oh yeah," Dario interpets Gil's remarks. "Nick tried to pawn off on us that Dougie was `supposed' to get two demerits, but we all know that he really owed Dougie somewheres near twenty-five."
"Hee heee," Gil giggled, "Even then we knew Nick and Dougie had feelings for each other."
"Right," Dario concedes, "Then, we could tell that Dougie would never get what's coming to him."
Back on course, Brian asks, "But what about you two?"
"I have idea."
Three heads flicked in Zek's direction.
"Maybe you," pertaining to his topguy, Brian, "and Gil do not want to look upon us, to play this BDSM game. How `bout we play with Reinken, then we show you what he do to us. If you want to play with us the next time, then you come play with us."
"Or," Dario, wiggling his eyebrows, retorts, "maybe you guys will want to play with our bodies, without Reinken?"
Gil, a little squeamish on the whole spectrum, decides, "I think it's a good idea. What do you think, Brian?"
"I think it's a cool idea. I mean," putting his arm around Gil's shoulder, he proceeds, "I have wanted to get o know Gil a little more `intimately'?"
Neither Dario, nor Zek seemed to have a problem with that.
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To Be Continued....
Author's note: Follow these links, to read the earlier stories of the `Buffalo Boys' and "Muscle Jocks For Domination". These stories will pave the way, for better insight into whom the characters are and from where they originated.
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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! TCMcP