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" 08 The continuing epic fantasy of the `Buffalo Boys' wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Hey, that's not fair!"
"What isn't fair, Dario?"
Dario suddenly changed his mind about Mac pinching his nip, as he went for the blue dot, in the Twister game. He decided not to get mad, but to wait and get even. Sure enough, when the next turn came around, Dario had to reach over Mac. His crotch came right up to Mac's crevice.
"What you think you're doing, Dario?" Mac questioned, in his Irish brogh.
"Playing the game!" he smiled.
"Somebody hurry up and spin?" Mac shouted out, trying to bend lower, over Ron's bare back.
However, Mac had to wait three spins, to get Dario off his back, which resulted in Dougie causing all the guys to fall to the floor.
"Dougie, you spazz!" Matt called him, as Dougie's chin hit him in the balls.
"Sorry `bout that. Um, by the way, are you a top of bottom?"
"I prefer top, but I have bottomed."
"Whew! That's good."
"Why's that? You don't bottom?"
"Never have, but I do like to get with the oral stuff, if you know what I mean?"
Matt wiggled his eyebrows, not refuting Dougie's insinuations. With the game ended, they decided it was bedtime. The quartet, Nick, Dougie, Steve and Matt stood there, in the pool room.
"Well, is tonight going to be the night?" Steve questioned Nick.
"It's up to... what do you say, Douglass?"
Dougie turned to Matt and asked, "I'm game, you?"
Like a full circle, the question came back to Steve's pocket.
"I dunno. I still feel kind of funny. Um, one thing is, we can't rightly do this in front of the guys that are staying in our rooms."
"Oh, I didn't think of that," Nick replied.
Dougie to the rescue!
"Um, there's the rooms the boys have vacated."
Nick says, "Yes, but they won't be made up til tomorrow."
Steve quips, "So, you never changed a bedsheet before, Nick?"
"Actually," Nick lets on, "we had the same service in our house. No, never did it completely on my own."
"How's that?" Matt asked.
"Well, when I was a kid, I wanted to help the maid do it, so he let me."
"You had `male' maids, Nick?" Steve questioned.
However, Dougie, eagerly asks frankly, "Um, can we get on with this? I've been horny over Matt all day!"
"Um, yeah. Me too!" Matt agrees.
Nick says, "Race you to the door, Steve!"
Steve took the stairs two at a time, shaming Nick.
"Oh man are you out of shape," Steve said, slowing his step, as they came to what they figured a vacant room.
"Not at camp I wasn't. It's these last coupla days, it's this living in the lap of luxury, that's done it to me, Steve," Nick replied, gasping for air.
"Just think, Nick."
"What?" Nick asked, as Steve had his hand on the doorknob.
"After you suck and lick me, all you have to do is lay there while I pound your ass!"
"I can't wait."
When Steve opened the door, they both replied, "Oops! Sorry guys!"
Backing out, they laughed.
"Hot scene to jerk off to, huh Nick?"
"I'd rather jerk off to `our' hot scene, Steve."
"Um, I wonder what happened to our boys?"
"I don't even think they made it up the stairs. Probably Douglass has Matt on his back already."
"That I doubt," Steve replied. "No, Matthew likes a long, long period of foreplay before he... ahem! Does me in!"
"So, you do like to get fucked, Steve?"
"By him. Why, you want a try at it?"
"Well, it's not like I haven't taken an ass in my lifetime, Steve."
"Um, before we get started, that Twister game kind of sweated me up. Mind if I take a shower, Nick?"
"Help yourself."
Steve reported immediately to the adjoining jon.
"Don't take long, Steve."
"Oh, I wouldn't."
Nick could tell, Steve already stepping out of his shorts. He did the same for himself, tossing them on the chair. He noticed the sheets had been changed, so pulled down the bedcovers, lying down. As he often said at home, he repeated over to himself, `Ahhhhhh, living in the lap of luxury', putting his hands behind his head and stretching his naked body out on the mattress. Time seemed to go by faster than what his mind let on. Looking to the jon door, steam pouring out, he decided to get a jump on the evening. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he hoisted himself out and walked across to the jon door. Smiling the whole way, his cock began having pitter patters, his hand finally taking up the need to provoke the sensation. When he split the sliding glass door open, Steve had something to gawk at.
"Oh my! You didn't even wait for me, Nick."
"Happens."
Without asking, nor waiting to be invited, Nick closed the silver trimmed glass door behind himself, walking right into Steve's arms.
"Ooooooooooooh, I've been waiting all afternoon for this!"
Nick seconded the motion. Down the hall, true to Steve's and Nick's thoughts, Dougie and Matt wasted no time. Since the unofficial rules of the Twister game had the two shucking socks and shirts, taking off the unzipped bottoms, peeling away the interiors, left the two ready to jump in the sack.
"I don't know where to start, Dougie. All of you looks sooooo good!"
"When Nick does it, he goes straight for my chest."
"Salty!" Matt replied, tasting the smooth middle.
"Yeah, um, cool, but can you kinda hurry it up, Matt?"
"Told you I like long foreplay."
"No you didn't."
"I didn't? I could've sworn..."
"Nope."
Matt smiled back at Dougie. He didn't have to spell out the fact that something was poking him in the stomach, almost fucking his bellyhole. However, true to Steve's response to Nick, he did like a long period of foreplay. Riding up on Dougie's bod, he took hold of the nineteen year olds wrists and bound them above his head, going for the lips. In slow motion, without breaking their lips apart, Dougie slowly lowered their arms, clasping interwoven fingers, to Matt's sides. Then, with a lilting body motion, forced hands behind the twenty-four year olds back, shifting his left side up so that Matt fell on his side. Soon Dougie was man on top. Grinding his stalk into Matt's crotch, he broke off the kiss.
"Um, I guess you can't wait to fill my ass, huh?"
"I've been off and on hard for you all day, Matt."
"Well, can't stop destiny, I suppose."
"Except..."
Dougie careened over, back from whence he came, lying on his back on the bed.
"Whatsamatter, Dougie? You sick or something?"
"I can't do it."
"Can't do what?"
"Sorry Matt."
"For what?"
"Disappointing you. Matt, I can't fuck you."
"I'm not disappointed, Dougie."
"You're not?"
"Nope. I'm happy enough that I got to lay with you, kiss you. That's good enough. I'd rather have some friendly necking, then heavy sex. I mean it's not like I'm your lover."
"Precisely, Matt."
"Whew! I'm glad you agree, Dougie."
"I mean, I like you a lot Matt. In time I'll learn to love you, but I think as a cool friend."
"Hey, that's just what I was going to say."
"Oh cool. I was hoping you would agree."
"I'm cool with it."
"I wonder how Nick and Steve are doing."
"Do you think they `got there' yet?"
"I dunno. Let's lay here in the dark and hug each other. Mind doing that, Matt?"
"Not at all."
"By the way, I like your fuzzy chest and stomach."
"I'm not as hairy as Nick."
"You can say that again."
"I'm not as...."
Dougie didn't let Matt finish, closing in for a lip-lock.
"I can't believe for a grand, luxurious home like this, they're so chintzy on the hot water!"
"Think of it as conservation, Steve," Nick rationalized, drying himself off.
"You're bod is just so hot, Nick," Steve deviated from the subject, pinning Nick up against the vanity.
"Is this how you humiliated those muscle jocks you talked about, Steve?"
"Oh no. I haven't gotten to that point yet."
"Oh? The way you talked.... hee heee.. I can't believe the story you told me about your boss making you eat that blueberry muffin from his bare-naked pubes."
"Quiet or I'll have you..."
Steve's head dropped to his chest, watching Nick fall to his knees.
"Ooooooooooh," Steve gasped.
On his way down, Nick stuck his tongue out, painted a line of saliva down Steve's bod, down his blond trail, darting quickly in and out of his deep navel, then sweetly kissing his way down his treasure trail, skipping his pubic hair, to slide down his 8.5c, like a ski slope. When he got to the summit, he ascended, mouth open.
"Oooooooooooh shit!"
Steve's hands went to the sides of Nick's head. Choking, Nick pressed his hands against Steve's thighs.
"Ooops! Sorry `bout that Nick."
"No problem. I mean... I didn't realize how big you got there, Steve."
"No, my fault. I got carried away, Nick. Um, why don't we head on into the bedroom."
"Cool. Then I can take my time getting you aroused."
"Getting, Nick? I'm way beyond that stage already."
However, when they entered the bedroom, from the adjoining jon, they had quite the surprise.
"Well what's this, Matt?"
"Yeah, Dougie. We thought you two..."
"Chickened out, I guess," Dougie foretold.
"I wouldn't say that," Matt tried his hand at explaining, "more like... well..."
"I didn't think it's right that I fucked Matt."
Steve and Nick look at each other.
"I can understand that," Steve replied.
"You can?" Nick asked, puzzled.
"I imagine that like me, Dougie sees Matt, like I see you, Nick, as a hot stud wanting to get breeded, but..." walking over to Matt, Steve continues, "there's only one man in my life that I want to be involved in that ritual. It's like a something sacred."
"I know where you're coming from," Nick replies, walking over to his honey.
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"Damn it!"
Dil slowly turned his back over, then uprighted himself.
"Something wrong, Peter?"
"Yeah, I'm frustrated."
"Over what?"
"Don't laugh."
"I wouldn't do that. Now, talk to me, Peter."
"While your back was to me, I figured I could scoot up behind you... put my arms around you, hug you," Peter said sweetly. "I wanted to make your waking up special," then frustrated, added, "but these damned legs didn't want to cooperate."
Sliding down, Dil let his body turn, facing the laid out guy just a year younger than himself.
"Good morning," Dil bellowed, kissing Peter on the cheek. "Can we start all over again?"
"I suppose."
"Peter?"
"Yeah?"
"Somewhere between last night and this morning, I've decided that I like you very much... that I want to stick around you."
"Yeah?" Peter's attitude rose up a few hundred degrees.
Dil could tell his heartfelt words created a new meaning for Peter.
"Right. Peter, there's nothing here for me. Wherever you are headed, I'd like to come along."
"I haven't talked too much about that to you, Dil, but I'd like that. Only thing is, with the accident and these bum legs, I kind of got sidetracked from college."
"That could work. That's how I got screwed here, with Adrian. I never could get enough cash together, to attend college. We could both do it together."
"Cool!"
"I know pottery had been your interest. Have you thought of another area of preference?"
"Tell you the truth, Dil. I got so hung up in my own disabilities, then the thing with...." he looks at Dil.
"What, Peter?"
Smiling, he says, "I guess I don't have to worry about meeting a guy anymore."
Dil accepted the statement, bending over giving Peter a sweet kiss.
"Only one thing could drive me away."
"Oooooh, don't..."
"Don't worry, Peter. Wouldn't happen, unless I hear anything more of you can't do this', can't do that'. I'm here for you and we're going to work on you getting your life back together, together. I mean, you're not the only one here that has lost a sense of purpose, you know?"
"I kind of figured that out, Dil, the way Adrian treated you. Must of been like being his slave."
Getting up on his knees, facing Peter, Dil replies, "Well, that's a thing of the past and whatever has had you depressed, is behind us."
"I like that sound of that, Dil... `behind us'. Man, you don't know how I longed to hear something of that sorts."
"Well, we're going to start your new life..."
"Our new life, Dil?"
"Yeah, our new life, with a walk."
"Walk?"
"Yeah, me walk - you ride!"
"Oh. `That' kind of walk. I sure wish that..."
"Un-uh... there's that negative attitude rolling in. C'mon. First we'll take a little shower."
Dil points out the dry stains on Peter's stomach.
"Remember me massaging your insides last night, Peter?"
"Hell yeah! How can I forget! Oh man was that soooooo sweet!"
"And when you blew your load all over yourself?"
"Best orgasm I've had in a coupla years!"
Dil had Peter back in the swing of things.
"C'mon. Tub time!"
"You're crazy!" Peter called Dil.
Doing as requested, Peter put his arms forwards and let himself flop over Dil's back. As with having to pee yesterday, his tippee toes touched the floor, while being carried off to the jon.
"Um, one thing you have to be careful of."
"What's that Peter?"
"When I'm sitting in the tub like this, I could slip down underneath the water, so don't leave me alone for a minute."
"Good tip. I'll keep that in mind. But don't worry. I don't have any intentions of losing you."
As good as gold, Peter knowing Dil's intentions set him back in the saddle of happiness. He hadn't felt this awesome in such a long time that he couldn't keep the grin off his face. At first Dil knelt, facing Peter, then carefully stepped over him, trying to get behind him.
"Hee heee...."
"What?"
"Nothing. Except you just bonked me in the head with your balls!"
"You don't think I didn't notice?"
"I almost looked up and tried catching one in my mouth."
"Oh don't you worry. There will be plenty of time to go fishing, Peter!"
As Dil slipped behind him, he warned, "Now, I know your legs don't have feelings, but these balls sure do, so be careful you don't go sitting on them."
"One thing."
"What's that, Peter?"
"Steve said something about making that cottage behind the house handicap-friendly."
"That he did. So?"
"I think we should make sure it has a wide bathtub."
"True. My idea isn't working out too well, is it?"
"Not bad. I hope you don't mind me saying so, but...."
Peter looked over his shoulder.
"Listen, Peter, if anything troubles you, I want you to let me know. That's part of making a relationship grow."
"Okay. Your knees are like squishing my rib cage together."
"Is that why you're turning blue?"
They laughed, as Dil carefully pressed himself up from the tub.
"I suppose you're going to complain about that, too?"
"Well, Dil," Peter said rather comically, "I never got rained on by a set of wet balls!"
"Only by a pumped cock, huh?"
"Oh man that orgasm was so hot last night, Dil!"
"Hmm...."
"What?"
"I'm just thinking about the competition I'm up against, with tonight's close encounter!"
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"Oooooh, I think I have a love hangover...."
Steve, waking before the others, discovers his arms are enfolding not Matthew, but Nick. He's actually pleased that his comment didn't stir awake the others. With his hand already over the side of Nick's bod, he reaches down and strokes his hand over the soft, furry pecs. At the same time, he can't control the action of his cock, against Nick's ass.
"Mmmmmmm, feels nice Dougie," Nick compliments.
Backing off, Steve laughs.
"What tha? Oh, it's you."
"What's the matter, Nick? My chest stroking isn't as nice as Douglass'?"
"No. I mean yes. It felt... good. Tell me something, Steve."
"Shoot."
"If it came to where you and I... if you..."
"If I had the opportunity to fuck you, would I have?"
"Um.. yeah."
From the other side of the bed they hear, "Damn, Steve would you pound his ass and get it over with?"
"Douglass!"
The both of them yelled his name out together.
Matthew, the last to enter the world of the living, quizzes, "What's going on?"
Dougie falsely states, "Nick wants Steve to fuck him and I gave Steve the go ahead."
"I did no such thing," Nick called out, Steve refuting the statement, as well.
Matt stunned them all, frankly admitting, "Hell, I kind of still feel horny to have Dougie up my ass!"
"Can we watch?" Nick jokes.
"Yeah," Steve leads them on, "would be cool fuckin' Nick and watching you two go at it."
"Forget it, Steve," Matt replies.
Knowing they all had to get up and be on their way, back to NJ, Dougie gets up, telling them all, "To be continued!"
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"I wonder how Peter made out?"
"Is that what you're thinking about? I thought maybe it had been the spider on the ceiling, Dash."
"Spider! Eeeeeeks!"
"Calm down. There's no spider."
"Oh good. I hate them wretched creatures."
"Maybe so, but if I ever want you in my arms this quick, I'll know what ammunition to use!"
Sure enough, Dash had cuddled up into Boone's embrace.
`You know I'm real proud of you, Dash."
"What on earth for?"
"One thing, all last night while we played around, you didn't make mention of your brother once. Did you know that?"
"I had realized that, no. Must've been...." Dash stops, midsentence.
"What?"
With his index finger running loops around the hairy path of Boone's right nip, he replies, "Y'know, neither one us fessed up to which role we wanted, in bed."
"I know," Boone lets out a long sigh, "lying here with you, kissing, having your tasty tongue licking around my nips... have you discovered one of my weaknesses?"
"Like right now, I figured your cock stretching out, had been a product of my finger provoking your nip to get hard."
"Last night your tongue did a nice job, as well."
"Oh believe me, Boone, you weren't the only one getting something out of that. I mean, the tip of my tongue feeling your hard nub felt so awesome."
"It did, did it?"
"Hell yeah... I wanted to do soooo much more, but we fell asleep."
"More, huh? Like what?"
The two soft generators, between Boone's legs began to pump up the power, sending waves of electricity through his crotch, at the description of what pleasure Dash's tongue could provide. One of the reasons Boone provoked Dash's imagination.
"Um, wouldn't you rather me show you than... you know?"
Grinning away, signaling each other that actions speak louder than words, communicated the necessity to carry out the affirmative to Dash's questioning.
"Hell, what're you waiting for, man?"
Sideways, Dash scraped across Boone's bare stomach and pubes, causing quite a tumult, for both.
"Hee hee... looks like we both have a lot in common!"
Boone's assumption had been correct. As if two pieces of a puzzle fitting together correctly, slowly their quest at defining roles, as the eighteen year olds came together. Dash hardly felt his chest fuzz, scrape along Boone's stomach, but his tongue sure did sense the defined trail separating Boone's stomach, licking his way down.
"Nice!" Boone commented, at the licking motion.
All the way down Boone's stomach, Dash licked away at the light brown colored belly trail. Instead of dragging himself along Boone's pleasure center, he slowly slid to his knees, raising up his own ass. As if a carefully executed plan, he rose up as his face reached his destination, Boone's already inflated boner.
"Oh man! We're going to have such a hot life together... I know it!"
Tracing the tip of his tongue down Boone's shaft, Dash's beginnings of a goatee, helped massage the 9c. All the time, he stare up Boone's bod, taking in the sight of his defined trail, it disappearing between pecs, Boone's chin, as he sank his head into the pillow, his mouth wide open, resulting from the awesome feelings. All the time Dash licked, sucked and carried out with his oral pampering of Boone's cock and balls, he stare pillow-side to gain Boone's reactions, other than the constant guttural moanings.
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"Not so bad, was it?"
"Um, no."
"What's the matter?"
"You've still got soap on you, Dil."
"Where?" Dil cross-examined himself.
"Three inches or so below your cute navel."
As Peter lay flat on his back, on the bed, Dil looked down his naked body, examining his front, pulling his stomach in with his hands, to gaze beyond.
"If it wasn't so soapy, I'd help you out of your pre'dick'ament, Dil."
"Hee heee... I think I could use it.. hey, let me go back and shower this off. Chances are, it could still be hard when I get out."
"If it's not, I could firm it up for you again?"
"Horny bastard!" Dil accused Peter.
Leaving the room, both felt giddy. Peter pressed with all his might, boosting himself up towards the pillows. `Damn legs! Why don't you just move!' But they didn't, so Peter had to use the rest of his body as a tool to drag them along for the ride.
"That was quick, Dil."
"What can I say, Peter. You've gotten me all excited."
"And you just can't hide it?"
Quoting the Pointer Sisters song, Peter looked upon Dil, at the half-hardened schlong.
"Well, it stayed mostly hard. I tried being careful to make sure I `touched' it while washing the soap off."
While talking to Peter, he slowly lowered himself on the bed. As he bent down for a kiss, his leg swung over the twenty-three year olds bod, nestling next to his left rib.
"Oh man was that hot!"
"What?"
"Your cock stabbing me in the stomach, Dil."
"Hmm.. I'd rather have it stabbing somewhere's else!"
"Can I lube it up for you?"
Smiling, Dil thought Peter jumped the gun. He figured on some sweet lip-locking first, but opted out, to make `Peter' happy.
"Of course," Dil deviated from plan.
Knowing that it would feel like sweet torture for Peter, Dil purposefully dragged his cock up his belly, getting some sweet sensations, dragging it between Peter's pecs, through the soft, sandy blond chest fur.
"You're doing that on purpose, Dil, aren't you?"
"Doing what?"
Dil knew, cracking a toothy smile.
"Making me wait like that, `sadist'!"
"Okay.. I admit it, but I better get a good lube job!"
"Oh, you will. Guaranteed or your money back!"
Unlike good business, Dil didn't wait to sign a contract. Opening up for business, Peter formed an `O', the lube chamber readying to accept Dil's fucking vehicle.
"Mmmmmmmm," Peter chimed, as Dil sunk into his mouth.
"Ever deep throat?" Dil asked.
From down deep Dil received a negative response, so didn't push it!
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To Be Continued with the new series: Buffalo Boys Start Rockin'
Author's note: Follow this link, to read the earlier stories of the `Buffalo Boys'. With this 13 segment introduction, you will have better insight of 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.