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" 07 The continuing epic fantasy of the `Buffalo Boys' wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Ok, let's have it?"
"Have what, Nick?"
"Douglass, I've been trying to make passionate love to you for the last ten minutes and it's like you're... you're losing interest in me, maybe?"
Suddenly, pressing two hands into the mattress, Dougie uprights himself. Nick fears for the worst.
"No. It's not like that at all, Nick."
He sits up next to Dougie.
"Mind explaining?"
"Nick, I don't know what it is, but okay, it's Matt."
"Matt?"
"Yeah. I'm sure I know what's happening, myself, but it's like I'm growing so attached to him. I mean, I found myself backing off from him today, because I didn't want to make him feel like I was coming on to him."
"Oh?"
"I wasn't, okay? There's only one man who makes me feel alive."
Joking around, Nick inputs, "Steve?"
"Shaddup!"
"Omphff!" Nick belches, as Dougie slaps him in the stomach.
"I didn't hit you that hard."
"I know. Um, I have a confession of my own."
Dougie's interest is piqued.
"Yeah? What?"
"I have the same hang-up as you."
"About Matt?"
"About Steve."
"We wondered about that."
"`We'?"
"Well yeah. I mean, when we looked across that pool, Matt could swear that Steve was ready to kiss you."
"Hmm..."
"Shit! You're kidding? He was?"
"He didn't say it, but like you said, I truly think he was capable."
"I wish he had."
Nick looked at Dougie strangely. He warranted it.
"No. Wait a minute. Say that again, Douglass?"
"I wish that Steve kissed you."
Nick giggled, ending it with a smile.
"You would have liked that, wouldn't you Nick?"
"I think I would have liked it more if Matt flopped his bod over on you and pinned you to the pool ground."
"What? That's totally ludicrous."
"Is it? I mean, you bringing up the whole subject, five minutes ago makes it very suggestive, Douglass."
"I guess I did make it kind of plain, huh?"
"Look, it's obvious to both of us, isn't it?"
"I suppose."
"And it's not only you, Douglass. I'll be the first to admit that Steve is a helluva big turn on for me."
Dougie laughs.
"What?"
"And you know what it is?"
"What?"
"This," Dougie rubs his hand over Nick's hairy chest, ending at his stomach, leaving it among the fanned out trail.
"Well, I do have to admit that Steve did say something to that respect."
"Nick, I have a request."
"Let me guess."
"Maybe we're on the same wavelengths here?"
"Wouldn't be the first time, Douglass."
"I kind of like that."
"Like that we're on the same wavelengths?"
"No, that you're no getting into the hang of calling me Douglass."
"Yeah... yeah, but what about Steve and Matt?"
"Oh yeah. Steve and Matt. Well, being that you and are kind of liberal minded, what would you say suggesting that we um, kind of... um..."
"Have a fourway?"
"I was thinking more along the lines of a twoway, but different two's?"
"You and Matt? Me and Steve?"
"Would you like that, Nick?"
"Hell yeah!"
Perfect timing for Dougie to interject, "I think you're losing interest in me, Nick!"
"Oh yeah. Well erase that thought right outta your mind Douglass!"
From this moment on, Dougie became at Nick's mercy, pinned to the bedsheets, that is, until Nick felt the need for penetration!
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Two doors down, almost the mirrored conversation, as if by telepathic suggestion, transpired.
"So, who's fuzzy chest do you like better, Steve?"
Did Matt really have to ask? Considering Steve's tongue had his furry chest already soaked, his tongue already gliding down his washboard, now dipping into his stomach recess, would more than derive information for answering Matt's inquiry.
"Ooooooh!"
"What'd you say, sweetie?"
"I said... get back on my cock!"
Giggling, Steve opened wide and inserted Matt's 8c.
"By the way, Dougie and I picked up on you almost kissing Nick."
"Huh?" The innocent look filled Steve's face, as he popped off the all day sucker.
"Never mind."
"Oh no, buddy-boy. You started something, now we're going to have it out."
Feeling like an idiot for mentioning it, not that he regretted, but for the sake of having his cock brought to fruition, Matt replied, "Um, can't we wait until after to discuss this?"
As Steve rose up off of the bed, on all fours, he sums up, "Do I hear a twinge of jealousy here?"
"Jealousy? Get off it, Steve. You know I don't have a jealous bone in my body."
"I didn't think so. After all, Nick and I kind of noticed the shenanigans going on, over by the diving board."
"The what?"
Laughing it off, Steve presses, "Hee hee... yeah, the cute little slap you gave Matthew on the stomach, then pinning him to the cement. You thought we had been oblivious to all that?"
Fessing up, Matt said, "Yeah okay. So I think Dougie's kind of cute."
"Really, Matthew, going after a mere teenager!"
"He's nineteen. I'm twenty-four, Steve. Do the math. A college jock, plus a college jock doesn't add up to a teenager."
"Hmm... we've gotta get you matriculated full time, Matthew!"
"However, Steve, while we're on the subject."
"Of school."
"Of how cute you think Nick is?"
"Or how cute you think Dougie is?"
"Stalemate. Okay, so we both think they're cute."
"Listen, Matt, I know we kind of promised each other that..."
"Let's hook up with them?"
Matt made it easy for Steve to get his message across.
"That didn't take much coercion."
"Well, I figured I'd make it easy for you, Steve."
"For me... sure."
"Okay, the truth. I wanted to kiss Dougie all over."
"Me too."
"You wanted to kiss Dougie all over, Steve?"
"No, doofus. I wanted to kiss... no," Steve falls to his back, looking at the ceiling, thinking of Nick's hot, hairy Greek body, as if an Adonis from bear-heaven.
"Yeah and that smooth bod of Dougie. Man... I wanted to kiss those nips so bad."
"Kiss his nips? You never want to kiss my nips, Matthew!"
Matt put an end to that myth. Turning over, his mouth went for Steve's hairy pecs.
"Oooooooooh fuck!" Steve shouted out, as Matt circled one nip with his tongue, his finger and thumb firming up the other. "I don't know what's gotten into you, Matthew, but that feels.... so.... damn hot!"
Easy come, easy go.
"Good, now get back on my cock, Steve."
Pouting for a short interval, Steve watched Matt plop himself back down on the bed. In reality, he really did miss the hard shaft beckoning at the entrance to his throat, in his quest to lube up Matt's cock for the royal fuck.
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"Oh man, you're too good for me, Dil."
"You? I can't believe, after years of wanting to fuck a guy, I'm like a horny bastard...I'm like fucking you for the second time today."
"Fuck me all night!" The handicapped youth shouted out.
A coupla giggles and then Dil and Peter returned to their sweet sex.
"You know what I said about a pact, Peter?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't think we're going to have to worry `bout that."
"Wait, stop."
"What?" Dil stopped the in and out motion.
"I didn't mean you had to stop, stop."
"Good, because it feels way too good."
As if the power failure ended, Dil reignited the engine.
"Oooooh yeah," Peter sighed. "I can't believe how much I've missed this."
"You were definitely worth waiting for, Peter, except..."
"Except what?" Peter got nervous.
"Nothing. I need a break. After doing this for an hour or so, it's getting to my shoulders.... oops, sorry!"
Dil apologized for forgetting that Peter had no life in his legs. Releasing his legs, they plopped down hard on the daybed.
"No problem. It's not like I felt anything, except."
"Felt something in your legs, did you?"
Peter dashed Dil's hopes.
"No. What I was going to say is they kind of pounced on my balls."
"Oh man, that can hurt."
"Happen to you, huh?"
"No, not really like that."
"Oh?"
"Never mind. Let's talk about us."
"Yeah, okay," Peter conceded.
However, he kept the thought alive for future subject matter.
"So, what did you want to tell me, Peter?"
"Oh, about the pact. I mean I'm really happy that you want to forget about that."
"Me too."
"But I also wanted to tell you about stuff like... um, right now?"
"Huh?"
"Hee.. heee... stuff like when I have to wake you up in the middle of the night to go take a piss?"
"Oh, you have to go now?"
"Yup. Do you mind?"
Best thing that's happeded to Dil in years and it didn't spell happiness? Forfeiting the use of the handicapped chair, Dil sat between Peter's legs.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking you for a ride, to the jon."
"What?"
"Yeah. C'mon. put your arms over my shoulders."
"This is not gonna work," Peter told him but allowed himself game.
Pulling forwards, Dil grunted, wrapping over his back, as if a second skin.
"You better not drop me!"
"Stop wiggling around so much or that's what's gonna happen!"
"Oooooh!"
"Get your cock outta my crack!"
"Haa ha ha ha haaa... nothing I can do about that, Dil!"
The two had more fun getting Peter to the jon.
"Set me down slowly now."
"Down?"
"Yeah, I gotta sit down and pee like a girl."
"Oh no you don't. Not with me around. You're doing it like a man!"
A whole inch taller, but having a great sense of strength in his muscles, Dil held Peter under the arms.
"All you have to do it is aim and shoot."
"I.. I can't believe I'm doing this!"
Going to the jon had become an act of excitement for the two. As Peter pissed from the standing position, he voiced his eloquent opinions.
"I can't believe I'm pissing like a man again! The sweet sound of a steady stream hitting the water!"
"You're so graphic, Peter."
With all the kidding around, Peter sometimes went off track, squirting the seat of missing all together.
"Ooooh thank you, Dil... thank you so, so much!"
"You're welcome, but I think I have to set you down."
Dragging his heels on the rug, Dil backed out of the jon.
"Whew!"
Laughing his ass off, Peter announced, "At least your cock is back where it belongs... almost!"
Peter wasn't far from home, as Dil lay on his back, his victim on top of him, ass not far from his swelling cock. For the next half hour, Dil had Peter lay faced down, legs spread, as he came to completion.
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With the morning, came the yellow school bus, removing most of the former campers from the Joubert residence. At least, for now the lot consisted of eighteen, an amount that could easily fit around the dining table, including Joubert and his partner, Werner Quintens.
"When do we get to meet your partner, Francois?"
"He should be arriving tomorrow, thank Gaud. If he saw the place in the state it is in.." then cutting off from responding to Nick's, "excuse me a moment. Alred?" He calls over an elderly servant.
"Yes, sir?"
"Would you please call the maid service and beef up the usual staff for this week's cleaning?"
"I'll get on it immediately."
"Oh, and Alfred?"
"Yes, sir?"
Francois made Alfred bend over, an ear to his lips, so that only he could hear what was being said.
"Yes, sir!" Alfred said energetically.
After leaving the room, Steve says, "Um, you sure his heart can take it?"
"Oh, it's not Alfred's heart I'm worried about!"
Steve, along with the rest remained puzzled. Next interruption came.
"Sir?"
"Yes?"
"There's a call in the study for a Mr. al-Zebeidi?"
"Zek," Dougie called out.
"Excuse me," Zek remained courteous, taking leave from the table, then the room.
Five minutes later, Zek returns. Right away, the happy, busy, chattering voices cease, one by one, looking upon the mideastern jock.
"What's up?" Dougie asks.
With drooping shoulders, a dejected look on his face, Zek replies, in a grave manner, "I can't go home."
"What?"
Nick rises up, along with some of the other guys, however it's Nick who embraces the nineteen year old.
"My father find out I gay. He say he have son no more. I am a ruined man."
At six foot, one inch tall, he towers over most of the guys in the room. Instead of his head falling to Nick's chest, his head hangs over the Greek's back.
"You still have us," Dario replies.
Hugging Zek from behind, he becomes sanwiched in between. Soon, Dougie is at one side, Brian and Gil beckoning from the other side.
"But what I do? I have no money. Nothing. I a pauper."
Without letting on to the others that Nick wouldn't have a problem laying his hands on five grand, Dougie replies, "Don't worry, Zek. We can all kick in a few bucks."
Nick reassures, "You have nothing to fear."
Gil says, "We all love you like you're our brother."
Managing a small reply, Zek ventures, "Thanks."
"Excuse me, sir, but there's a Mr. Spindel on the line, sir?"
"I'll take it."
"Yeah, where is Josh?" Nick suddenly misses him.
Dougie, see all, know all, replies, "He's been off with the yokul-locals, Caleb and Ethan."
"That's strange. I thought he became attached to that other fellow, what's his name?"
"Frank Kelly," Dougie replies. "Nah, Frank became involved with Reinken and Josh didn't want to get into that scene."
"I don't blame him one bit," Dario says. "Not after what he did with our balls, right Zek?"
Zek, not responding, played with his fork and food.
"I said, `right, Zek'?"
"Yes, that's right," he answered Dario, not having the foggiest to what he agreed with.
"Anybody for some tag football?" Peter Newman called out.
They all thought he was crazy. Except one.
"Sure, I'll be on your team," Dil offered.
After that, all the guys jumped on the band wagon. Except one. That's where Dougie reached out. All had left the diningroom, except Nick and Zek, still staring into his half eaten breakfast.
"Go ahead Nick. I'll be there in a sec."
Dougie sat down in the vacant chair next to the brooding guy.
"Zek, I can't say that I know how it feels to be going through what you're feeling about yourself now."
"Can I tell you something, Dougie?"
"Sure. Anything you want. Mention it."
"I not love my father."
That perplexed him, threw him for a loop.
"But, you said..."
"My father teach me one thing."
"What's that?"
"He not teach me about love. He teach me about money. I learn to like money. Spend it. He not teach me about how to feel love. Like you have love for Nick."
"I don't have an answer for you, Zek, but if you stay around us guys, open your mind, look around, I'm sure you'll get the hint of what it's all about."
"I learn it most important to have money. Now I have none."
"That's another thing you don't have to worry about, Zek. I mean, it's not going to fall into your lap. If you want a dollar, you're going to have to earn it, but it wouldn't be impossible, with a smart guy like you."
"I suppose."
"What is your interest in anyway?"
"That problem. I don't know. I come to United States to study. Find out."
"Are you coming Dougie?" Dario butted in.
"Soon."
Instead of leaving, going back outdoors, to where the action progressed, Dario circled the table.
"C'mon Zek. Come on out and play some football with us. It'll make you feel good."
"Maybe."
Dougie tried to get him up off his ass, but it didn't work.
"Tell you what, Zek. Come out and play some tag with us and I'll let you pound my ass like you did last night?"
"Tempting," Zek replied, in a grim voice, but starting to lighten up a little.
"Or, we can skip the tag, go upstairs and you can bust my ass open now?"
"I play football."
Dougie laughed, at Dario taking the news roughly.
"Well, fuck you!"
With quick thinking about last night, looking up, Zek thinks on Dario's rash statement. Starting to leave, Dario is swung back around, as Zek grabs his arm. Dougie makes his exit, leaving the two in a lip-lock.
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Out back, the game was in full swing. Even though the game had been called `tag', some of the guys thought it cute to grab an opposing team member around the waist, hauling him to the ground, most of the time, on top of himself.
"You did that on purpose, didn't you Dougie?"
"Yeah," he fessed up to Matt, one of the `shirts', lying on his half-naked bod.
"Hmm..."
"Um, you guys interested in playing ball?" Steve asks.
Nick, right next to him, adds, "I wish you'd tackle me like that Steve!"
"Maybe later?" Steve jokes.
Comprehending it in a different light, Nick's crotch begins to flutter.
"Hey, Steve. Wait up a minute there."
"What's up?"
"Um, nothing, Steve."
Laughing, Steve replies, "You thought I meant it, didn't you, Nick?"
"It's not that I wouldn't be opposed to it."
"Yeah, sure and I'll have Dougie hating me the rest of my life!"
"Not so. In fact we talked about this and..."
"Talked? About me and you?"
Nick scratched his head, not wanting to dive into a subject that offended Steve.
"Forget I mentioned it, Steve. C'mon. Let's play football."
Steve agreed. They played until the automatic sprinkling system kicked in. Actually, they welcomed the cool mist and played on, until slipping and sliding began to ruin the grass.
"Um, Nick, can I talk with you."
"Sure. What's up Steve?"
"Y'know, it kept running through my mind about what you said."
"About what?"
This put Steve on the spot. He did a lot of head scratching now.
"Um, about... well, what you said about Dougie not hating me for um...."
"Have I put you through enough hell, Steve?"
"I don't get you, Nick."
"Let me level with you Steve."
"I wish you would."
Alfred stood at the rear of the house, playing monitor, detouring the guys to the cabana, to shower off. Steve and Nick hung back.
"Last night Dougie and I had a long talk."
"Un-huh."
After a short giggle, he proceeded, "Well, seems that he and Matt had caught us in a.. well, you more than me..."
"Yeah, I know."
"Huh? How's that go, Steve?"
"Matt and I had our own little chat about yesterday at the pool."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Seems that Matthew thinks... well, he says it looked as if I wanted to kiss you. How absurd, huh?"
"That's exactly what Douglass thought."
"No way."
"But then again, I turned around and began accusing him of something of the same nature."
"Yeah, we talked about him and Dougie, too. I think I know you well enough to tell you something, without making you upset over it Nick."
"What's that Steve?"
"I think my Matthew is infatuated with your young boyfriend... or is it lover?"
"Let's leave it at partner, Steve and let me tell you that your opinion is shared by me."
"Then you noticed that about Matthew?"
"Well uh, what I know is, that it isn't necessarily totally Matthew's doing."
"Explain that, Nick?"
"Yeah, I'll spell it out plain, but promise me you wouldn't be shocked when I tell you."
Steve gestured, shrugging his shoulders that it wouldn't bother him.
"Hee heee... the way our conversation turned out last night, is that Douglass and I... he wants to spend some time with Matthew, alone, in bed."
Not at all shocked about Nick's candid statement, Steve was eager to hear more.
"And you?"
"Me, Steve?"
"I can imagine you blew up over that. I mean, you two being in the tight relationship you are in. Death do you part and all that stuff."
"Um, no."
"No?"
"You see, Steve, Douglass and I have a `special' relationship."
"I can see that."
"No, not in that way. I mean, yes, we are devoted to each other, however once in awhile we'll get these `ideas', like Douglass got about having sex with Matthew and.."
"Sex?"
"Yes. Didn't I mention that?"
"Well, you didn't put it `that' explicit, Nick."
"Oh."
"But go on."
"Yes, well then maybe I shouldn't."
"Nick, can I show you something?"
"Sure," Nick replied, following Steve around the side of the house, in the opposite direction of the cabana.
As Nick rounded the corner, Steve had his back up against the house. With energy, he took Nick's arm, swung him around, until their chests flopped up against each other. Nick didn't have a chance, as Steve's hand went to the back of Nick's neck. At first Nick tried protested, but that lasted all of three seconds, before he gave in to what he wanted, too.
When they broke, Steve replied, "Go ahead, Nick. Punch me out."
"Um, are you a top or bottom?"
"Versatile, you, Nick?"
"Bottom, if that's okay with you, Steve?"
"Hot!"
"Looks like you'll be punching me out, then Steve!"
"I thought that was pounding', not punching'?"
They went on to talk about the difference, before rounding the house, which took all of fifteen minutes. By then they had covered all bases, regarding their liberal relationships.
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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.