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" 06 The continuing epic fantasy of the `Buffalo Boys' wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Nice place," Steve Kestner assessed, his hand holding Matt's as they walked along poolside.
"Beat's the hotel!" His partner, Matt Diggles ventured to compliment.
"I guess we have Nick to thank for that."
Upon saying the words, the twenty-five year old executive of Advantage Exercise Equipment peered in Nick's direction. It wasn't only the carte blanche at using the elaborate facilities of the Joubert mansion. His eyes gave away himself away, looking up and down Nick's hot, hairy body, taking in the dark, hairy chest, dotted with soft pink nips, the wide belly trail and it swirling around as it hit his midsection, black hair so thick, as it swirled about his deep navel, then continued to the softness hanging over the rest of the nice package.
"Ahem! Well, we ready for that swim?" Nick commented, breaking off Steve's gaze.
"You know how to dive, Matt?"
"It's been awhile," Matt replied to Dougie, as he ran to follow the eighteen year old to the diving area of the pool.
Steve went on to mention to Nick, "Um, nice... um..."
Giggling, Nick replied, "Yeah, I approve of your bod, too, Steve!"
"Okay, so you got me."
"Not yet," Nick joked back.
As if laying a classic line on Nick, Steve says, "I can't believe that we've only known each other for a coupla hours," his mind straying off to the diving end of the pool.
"Likewise," Nick replied.
Both arriving at pool's edge, the two take a leap, feet first, into the clorinated water.
"Oooooh!"
"Feels good, huh Steve?"
"Not as good as... well..."
"Sex?"
"Yeah, okay and I might as level with you, Nick that.. well.."
Being more forthright, Nick replies, "Yeah, I think your body is hot, too Steve."
"Wow! I can't believe how we're both on the same wavelength, Nick."
"For the most part, we have a lot in common, Steve. We're both twenty-five, both have successful careers..."
Steve adds, "Both workout..."
"Yeah and both have..." Staring at the other end of the pool the two watch their lovers horsing around.
Dougie is trying to make the impression that holding his stiff dick close to his balls, will make a difference in the speed of his decent into the water, after his dive off the springboard.
"You're joking?" Matt asks.
"Yeah, but you believed me, didn't you?"
With a loud laught, Matt replies in the affirmative, "Yeah you got me, Dougie, but take heed, I don't get mad, I get even!"
"Damn! I say the same thing, all the time, Matt!"
Taking a seat on the cement sidelines, the two get to chatting.
"Know what Dougie?"
"What?"
"I like you."
"Hmm... in what way do you mean that?"
"Friends?"
"Oh."
"You sound almost disappointed, Dougie."
"Hee hee.. well, before this summer I might have made the response that I would want to take your ass."
"Fuck me?"
"Yeah, but..." looking across the way, Dougie confesses, "Nick changed all that."
"He's good... I mean a nice guy."
Cackling, Dougie says, "Go ahead, Matt. Say it. It's true."
"I wasn't meaning anything by it."
However, Dougie, who many have learned already, can be outspoken tells Matt, "I think Steve is really hot. Wouldn't mind making love to that hot stud!"
Kidding, Matt says, in a mafioso manner, "You touch him and I break your face!"
"Really?" Dougie acts worried.
"No," Matt niggles.
They both laugh.
"They must be talking about us," Dougie has the insight to say.
"You think?"
"Yeah. I can tell."
"I wonder what they're saying about us?" Matt questions.
"Oh," Dougie theorizes, laying down now, looking up, as Matt follows his lead, "probably Steve is wondering, to Nick, how it would feel to have that nineteen year old's cock embedded in his ass!"
Knowing Dougie jests, Matt looks over to him, seeing eyes closed, as if in a dreamy state.
With one eye open, to catch Dougie's reaction, he fantasizes, "Would feel so hot to have my cock up to Nick's hot ass, all ready to...."
"You bum!" Dougie sits up suddenly, slapping Matt right on the stomach with the palm of his hand.
"Owwwwwwch!" Matt shouts out loudly.
Across the way, Steve's and Nick's heads shoot up from their conversation.
Staring, their quiet attention drawn to the two, Steve asks, "I wonder what that was about?"
"Beats me, but it doesn't look like they're ready for a fist fight."
"I guess not. They're laughing now," Steve reports the action, as if a nightly news reporter.
"So, where were we, Steve?"
"Oh yeah. As I was saying, before Boone ran into Dash, Matt and I talked about moving from our condo, into a real house."
"Sounds nice. A place to call your own, out in suburbia, huh?"
"Yes." Then, staring at the side of Nick's face, Steve adds, "Wouldn't be so bad having another fine couple as neighbors."
Nick turns his head and stares at Steve, looking him right in the eyes.
"You mean Dougie and me? Living in New Jersey?"
"Just a thought. I mean, there's some nice places," looking around the indoor pool area, Steve suggests, "in the Somerset-Hunterdon region that I wouldn't mind even going into with another fine couple."
Hopping up on the side of the pool, water drains down Nick's bod, making his frontal hair seem darker than it is.
"Not a good idea?" Steve questions, hauling himself up out of the water.
"It's not that. I'm still trying to get the gist of what you're saying, Steve."
Unlike Nick, Steve's almost smooth chest shines from the sun's afternoon glare through the glass panels. His blond trail, separating his stomach seems to glisten like golden fleece, which not easy for Nick to ignore.
"What?" Steve breaks his train of thought, looking downwards.
"Nothing," Nick replies.
Steve smiles, then continues, "Let me spell it out to you."
As he continues outlining his thoughts, Steve's hand goes to Nick's hairy forearm.
"I told you about my promotion at Advantage right?"
"Yes."
"Well, don't get me wrong here, Nick and I'm not trying to throw any catchy cliches in here, but I feel like I've know you and Matt forever."
Nick's hand, piling on top of Steve's hand, on his arm, in a reassuring way, replies, "Feeling is mutual, Steve."
"What I'm getting at, Nick is that I couldn't swing one of those nice estates on my own. I'm wondering it you showed an interest, that..."
"I'm in," Nick said, short and plain, as if joining a poker game.
It threw Steve off base.
"Just like that, Nick?"
"Well, I'd love to seal it with a kiss, but I don't want our boys over their turning their outboards on to get over here and break us up!"
Steve burst out laughting. However, got serious real quick, at the prospects of Nick's proposal.
In all sincerety, hand still on Nick's arm, with Nick's hand on his, he places his hand on Nick's handing, as if a close bond, replying, "I have more desires than that, Nick, but...."
"I know, Steve. Me too, but lets not spoil what we have."
Right away, their `handling' of each other broke, along with their gazes at each other. It wasn't only that though, as two pairs of hands pushed them from poolside into the water, followed by two cannonballs.
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"I'll not hurting you, am I?"
"If anything, I'm wondering how you are faring, with two pieces of dead weight on your shoulders."
"Do you feel anything?"
Dil's meaning had been of Peter's legs.
"Oh, I'm feeling something and it feels damn good!"
Grinning, Dil looked Peter in the eyes, as his cock moved in and out.
"I think I'm almost ready to cum."
"Oh man... I can't believe it."
"Now don't start that again, Peter."
"No, I'm not going to cry... I..."
He stopped his speaking, his hand going to his 7c.
"Oh no you don't!"
As if the dominant half, Dil pried Peter's hand from around the hard shaft, replacing it with his own. His head falling to the pillow, Peter began to moan.
Dil reminded him, "Did you forget about my pecs?"
"Oh, sorry," Peter broke from his reverie, his hands reaching out.
At first, he didn't know whether to reach outside his thighs or inside, to grab Dil's nips. Dil laughed, but turned his vocalising to soft moans, as Peter latched onto his nublets, mashing them lightly. As if an ordinary measure, literally `tit for tat', with his free hand, the one not stroking Peter's cock, Dil found a small nub nestling away on a lightly haired pec.
"Ooooh, I love this!" Dil replied.
Peter broke out in a grin, happy that he could offer up something that could please Dil, even if it was something he had no control over, like a hairy chest and two nice nips for the fleecing. He sensed Dil's love for his bod, as his one hand brushed over his pecs, from east to west and back. Then, in exploration, followed the defined trail downwards, leading to his deep innie, which Dil took pleasure in poking his finger in and out, them mashing the wall surrounding the deeply recessed bellyhole. It's Dil that realized that he had found a pleasure spot on Peter's body, when the blonde pressed his head back into the pillow, moaning and squinting his eyes shut. It wasn't only that, as Dil's grasp on Peter's rod detecting the twitching motion, coinciding with the bellyhole action.
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"I wonder what happened to Peter and Dil?"
"Chill, Dash."
Then, opening the conversation up, Boone dug deeper into the brotherly relationship.
"Peter can swim okay?"
"With my help... I mean with.... Dil's... he can."
Boone stands, rising up out of the lounge chair. He grabs Dash's hand.
"C'mon. Show me."
"Show you what, Boone?"
"Show me how you helped Peter to swim."
"But you can do it on your own."
"Let's pretend I can't. C'mon. Be a good sport."
Dash looks at Boone with question. His posed eyes take in not only the cute, smiley grin, but the light brown pelt, midchest, the wisps around each deep brown nip, the taut stomach, then bouncing back to the realistice look on his face.
"You're on!" Dash states, using Boone's grasp as a tool to jump up out of his lounge chair.
Boone's grip goes beyond the hauling up motion, as he tosses Dash into the pool, followed by his own muscular jock bod.
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"Owwwwch!"
"I'm so sorry, Marat. The arm still tender?"
"It's okay."
"Don't lie."
It had been all to obvious that when James cuddled up to Marat, rolling his buff bod over onto his own chest, that he tangled with his sore arm.
"I can see that I'm not going to be able to put anything over on you, am I?" Marat replies, folding his body half over James', hand zooming up the smooth midchest.
"Oh? Are you into deceptions?"
"Well, I meant something like maybe throwing you a surprise party for your thirtieth birthday or something?"
Marat looked to James for the twenty-three year olds reaction. Seeing the long range planning of the statement, for which it involved, James rubbed his hands over Marat's back, showing him his caring touch.
"Being that it's seven years away, I suppose it says something."
"I was hoping you would get the hint."
Then, shimmying himself upwards, so that his head centered over James' lips, rather than resting on his chest, he cemented their relationship.
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"So, how do you feel about that, Steve? Matt?"
With Dougie and Matt back in their grouping, poolside, sitting at a circular umbrella table, sipping on green ice tea, spiked, Nick lay out his plan of attach, for getting the Timber Creek gang back into the serious mode.
"It's fine with me. Matt?" Steve posed to his other half.
"Suits me fine," Matt replied, adding, "I think this would be a good opportunity for Peter to get involved. What do you think?"
Nick pondered the thought. The first thing to hit him was that cumbersome handicapped chair. Then, thinking in other terms, felt as Matt.
"Yep, you're right Matt. I think it would be great," Nick added with enthusiasm, "for Peter to take on some responsibility for a group of campers."
"Ex-campers," Dougie corrected. He also threw in some of his own wisdom, "If I can make a suggestion, why don't you make me part of his `troop'?"
It hadn't occured to Nick that, in all fairness, Dougie be treated as `one of the guys' and not his lover.
"Um, yeah," Nick still felt unsure, "that might be a good idea."
It's Steve that makes the realization, "It's nice of you to put yourself in that scenario, Dougie, especially since you'd much rather be bunking with this hot stud!"
Hot is right, but not in the way Nick felt it, when Steve slapped his hand down on Nick's thigh, too close to you-know-what!
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That night, at the banquet tables, arranged in neat rows, throughtout the makeshift outdoors dining area, the temperament remained hushed. As if news had already traveled fast, not the kind the ex-campers wanted to hear, quiet talk replaced the previous evenings loud `partying' atmosphere. As spoons clinked emptying bowls of ice cream, Nick started to get nervous all over again.
"Well, here goes nothing," He stated, rising up out of his chair.
Most sat there at their tables, pantsed, but barechested. The evening had progressed along, like the daytime, keeping the temps up there, high in the upper eighties.
As Nick spoke, his mind kept on derailing, trying not to focus too much on any one jock. His eyes reeled from this jock, to that one. Mostly, he tried to keep returning to Dougie, not that his own, personal jock offered anything less than anyone else. After Nick introduced Steve Kestner, Matt Diggles, which received the usual flair, the last name having a certain `ring' to it, and Peter Newman, Nick excused himself from the mic'ed podium.
"I thought that went over well, Nick," Steve told him, with a wink.
"Yeah, well I'm not used to getting up and making speeches in front of people, like you Steve."
"I can assure you that a board meeting is quite the contrary, Nick."
Dougie interjects, "What about when you give all of those museum lectures, Nick?"
"Oh that. Like Steve's boardroom meetings, I suspect, they are geared towards an expertise that I'm more familiar with."
"You got it," Steve related to the message, another wink.
"Um, Steve, you got something in your eye?"
Nick wasn't the only one noticing the winks, as they laughed off Dougie's question. Steve readied to give Dougie a friendly clobber, saved by Dr. Joubert.
He directed his attention towards Dougie, "Well, Douglass, it looks as if we wouldn't be needing to put your plan into action."
"Oh?" Dougie replied, asking for them all, "How does that go, Dr. Joubert?"
"The hospital received several calls from parent, requesting their sons be returned home."
"Whew!" Nick faked wiping his wet brow off, "That let's me off the hook."
Steve says, "You mean all of us."
"I suppose Nick talked to you about the original plan," Dr. Joubert directed his question to Steve and Matt."
"Yes," Matt answered for both.
"Nobody could be more glad than me!"
Their attention was drawn to Peter Newman, all smiling.
Boone felt more comfortable, sensing the agreeable appearance on Dash's face, at his brother's obvious happy attitude, plus him grasping Dil's hand.
"I guess you were right, Boone."
"About what?"
"I don't have anything to worry about."
"Oh, but I do."
"Oh? How's that go?"
"What about us?"
"Oh, right. I've been so tied up in my bro that we haven't talked much on that subject."
Steve, overhearing Dash's and Boone's conversation, kicks Nick under the table.
"I have an announcement to make."
"You mean `we'," Nick interrupts, even though that's what Steve expected of him.
At the `older guys' table, with the exception of those that had been partnered off, younger to older, attention turned to Steve, as if the head of the board, ready to announce a plan of action.
"Matt and I have been talking it over and we've decided to purchase a home. This week we've had the fortune to make aquaintance of our new friends, Nick and Dougie."
"Don't forget us," Peter Newman says, excitedly, holding up Dil's hand, firmly attached to his own.
"Yes and we're all quite happy with Peter making a new friend."
Peter, still on `cloud 9', wasn't afraid to put it bluntly, "Um, more than a friend, I'd call it," as he looked at Dil, blushing a little.
Dougie led the table in eruption hoopla and applause. Boone put his arm around Dash, hugging him close.
He confided in Boone, "Maybe that's part of what I was afraid of."
"Oh? What was that, Dash?"
"If I didn't Peter than whom would I have?"
The two embraced in a mutual hug.
Steve interrupted the two, to announce, "In regards to purchasing a home, we've decided on a rather large tract of land, out in New Jersey. Our new friends have taken us on the offer of settling down with us."
This time, the `kick' under the table came from Dougie's thigh, tapping against Matt's, as they sat side by side.
"I have a question?" Matt's brother, Boone raised a hand halfway.
Steve knew what this entailed.
"Oh yes, a couple of loose details. The four of us haved talked it out. There's a guest house behind the main house and we would like to extend it for your use," Steve went on to point out, "Boone, Dash," then turning to the other portion of the adjoined table, "Peter and Dil. Of course we'll have to make some improvements to make it more mobile for Peter."
"Oh, you don't have to do that for me," Peter said modestly.
Steve replied, "Shut up!"
They all roared with laughter, as Peter replied, with good humor, "Alright. I'm shutting up!"
As things died down, Marat Saint-Marc came to stand near the table, along with Dario Parisi, Zek al-Zubeidi, Gil Eliot, Brian Philps, Mac Darragh, Ron Hastings, Miguel Rios and his older partner, Juan Luis Fernandez. James Whatley stood in the background, as Marat's supporter.
"Uh-oh," Dougie announced the group, with the low keyed temperament.
Nick asks, "What's up guys?"
Dario bursts out with, "Dr. Joubert comes by and tells us we got to get the fuck off his property."
"He what!" Nick says, getting all riled up, standing, his napkin falling in his depleted ice cream bowl.
Calming, Dario let on, "He didn't say it `exactly' like that."
Steve took the liberty of reaching up, placing his hand on Nick's bare shoulder and hoisted him downwards.
"So, what did Dr. Joubert actually say?"
Marat fills them in, "I think what Dario `meant' to say is that our folks have contacted him and they want us to report back home."
"Yeah," Dario then admitted, "that's what he said."
Nick gave Dario `the look', receiving a slight smile back from Dario.
Dougie asks, facetiously, "So, aren't you happy about that?"
All summer long, he's seen how the guys bonded. For himself, it turned out a happy ending, but for some of the others, like Mac, from Ireland, or Marat, hailing from France, he was sure something like this would ensue.
Bluntly stating it, Marat replies, "If my father thinks I'm returning home without James, then he's got another thing coming.. I think..."
Marat wasn't sure what he said, matched what the answer in his mind pictured.
Zek put in, "I cannot go home. My father know me gay...."
Placing a thumb under his neck, Zek does the `off with their heads' routine.
Dougie questions, "But didn't he know that Timber Creek is for gay guys like us?"
After a gleeful giggle, Zek replies, "I fool him, when I translate for him. I leave that part out."
They all got a chuckle out of it. The others, even though they live in the states, or Canada, give out the same speil, their only difference, the gay issue not being a problem, but rather not wanting to split up from the new partners.
"What about you Juan Luis?" Nick asks.
"Me?" he looks down upon Miguel, shrouded in the grasp of his arms. "I dunno. I think maybe I'll move to New Jersey. Start up a business."
All summer long, Juan Luis' free time has been spent with Miguel.
"What business is it that you have been involved in?" Steve inquires.
Not having a precise answer, he replies, "Whatever!"
"Me too... same!" Miguel says.
It brought some chuckles from around the table. Steve focused mainly on the twenty-four year old Latino, but figured he could find something for the younger Hispanic to do.
"Huh?" Steve switched his attention from Juan Luis, to Nick, after getting a kick under the table.
"I asked, do you have any work scholarship programs where you work?"
"Work scholarship?"
"Pay attention, Steve," Nick gave another swift kick, "for these other boys?"
Right away, the jocks ganged up on Steve, shouting, "Cool! You can help us out, Steve?"
Not rightly even knowing half of them, Nick put Steve on the spot.
"Well, um... ah... well... I guess we could... um, start something?"
"Sure you can," Nick gave a wink to Steve, "a big executive in a company, you can do anything you want!"
Matt turns to Dougie and says, "Must be something going around."
"Yeah, I know. That `winky' stuff is getting contagious!"
Dario leads off pressuring Steve, "Cool! So, it's all set man?"
Before Steve had a chance to say anything, he received pats on the shoulder and comments like, "You're the man, Steve!"
"I knew you could do it," Nick smiled at Steve.
"With no help from you!"
Of course Steve didn't really mean what he said. Sitting there, not saying anything two things began to draw his interest. One, Nick's very idea of starting up a program that would put the company ahead, as giving back to the community and the other thing, his hidden agenda under the table, the twitching in his pants, more than ever wanting to get Nick alone!
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To Be Continued.............
Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.