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Cody 19

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The dog never barks. Ever. Someone was coming.

Couldn't be Serena. OH. Pavers. "Y'all may wanna go inside for a few. No danger. Someone hand me some jeans please."

"Brad... get dressed. This is your house now."

2 minutes and we were dressed and a bright yellow jacket appeared on the flagstones.

"G'morning."

"Hey sir."

I slapped Brad on his back.

"What are y'all doing today?"

"Right now we're leveling and laying heat cable. Big drive."

Brad nodded. "Long."

"Nice cabin sir."

"I like it."

"We usually do things like this for big houses."

"I live alone. I don't need much."

"Hope we can help."

"You have already. Thank you."

"Can I help you all in any way?"

"Don't use your driveway today."

"OK. This is a stay at home day for me."

"OH, sir..."

"Yes sir?"

"Y'all may want to stay away from the cabin if you're squeamish about gay sex. We're gonna be naked out here."

"OK sir, Thanks for the heads up."

"You didn't have to add the last part."

"You like the porch and being naked on it."

"Fair."

"He's gay."

"Probably. I don't care. MY house now."

BDB, No stopping him.

"I wish I could have smelled that jockstrap on you."

He walked over to me and deposited his nuts in my face. "Inhale."

I did... and loved it. "Brad... I could smell you all day long. Fucking heaven."

"Yeah... I stink. sorry."

"You stink in the best way a man can."

"need food?"

"Stomach is grumbling."

"Still trying to lose weight?"

"Constant battle."

BDB looked at me seriously. "Fix the fire, son."

I did, two logs.

I turned to him.

Naked.

"I can see what you're after."

"Come here."

I did and he hugged me.

I got thinner.

"Better?"

I looked up at Brad. The clown, the big trickster, the asshole.

"Yeah... I feel better now. thank you"

He nodded down at me.

"You're important to me. If you want to be skinny, I will see to it."

"Do you get it?"

"You being skinny?"

"Hell yes."

"You are fast. We need you to be that way."

"You are the point of the sword."

"You are my first in offense, bud."

I smiled and hugged him.

I got a BDB hug back.

"How do you feel about Cody, Brad?"

He smirked, and tilted his head.

"He's my whole world, Stuart. He smells perfect, he touches my heart if you believe I have one, and he fills my world. "

"I love him, you know."

"He makes me whole."

"I don't think I could exist without him."

"He's my best friend."

"I will never stand between you two, but I need him. He completes me. Makes me feel like the man I always wanted to grow up to be."

"I know. I can see it in you both. I'm a little jealous, but very proud. I miss Cody. I love him very much."

"He loves you, too. I can't change that and I won't try to. He needs you Stuart."

I needed physicality.

"I need to be held."

"Clyde is coming."

Clyde came. He wrapped me up. "Where do you want to go?"

"The sun is about to come up. Can we go up to the tub?"

"Perfect."

We did. I sat in a chair while Clyde laid out a bed.

We laid down. He covered me in Man and a quilt.

"I missed you."

"mmm. I like being missed."

"Feeling romantic?"

"No. Feeling grateful. For you being with me."

"Stuart... I never thought I would commit. I'm sort of a one horse guy."

"You're fucked now, big man."

"In the best way possible."

"Why?"

"I didn't want this to happen, Clyde. I never wanted another relationship."

"I know."

"So... why?"

"You."

"You are ... the perfect man."

"You have your head on straight, you can kick ass and walk away knowing you did your job... you are all ... man."

"Don't put me on a pedestal. I fuck up. A lot."

"You're gonna fuck up a lot less now."

"Yep."

"Would you please fuck me? I miss being Clyded."

"OK, buddy."

He did that sloppy foreskin thing... slurping on me, and slid inside like a criminal in the dark... almost unannounced, slippery and gentle, and then I was holstered on him... my big bud's big fucking dick way up in me, pulsing.

I was filled with dick. Clyde dick.

My man was on top of me, gentleing me.

He was masterful.

So full of him, so happy. I started to drift off and a big arm came around and held me.

"more please?"

"Mmmm hmmm."

"Here."

He fucked deeper.

More Clyde.

"God you feel so good."

"mmmm hmm. You. too."

"You take me like a champ."

"You are soooo big."

"All yours."

"Don't stop fucking me."

"Noope. MY ass."

"Like it?"

"Made it just for me."

"Fits me perfectly... reacts just like I like it."

I fluttered on him. "Ooooh yeah, buddy. suck me."

"I dig you inside me."

I raked colon up and down his length.

"you make me feel sooooo good."

"Don't stop, big man."

I convulsed around him.

I caressed his head with my sphincter.

"You are my man, sir."

"I like being yours, Stuart."

"I need you big guy."

"Fill me up."

"Fuck me hard."

I came.

Squeezing him, I came again, moaning, stretching against him, grinding my ass on him.

So wet, so filled, so completed. His hands scouring my chest and abdomen.

"you feel so good."

"All yours Clyde. Forever."

"I like you thinner."

"I like this."

I convulsed on him again, came while caressing his head. He came with me, pulsing as he fired thick globs of Clyde into me.

"You shake me up, big guy. I want to look at you for a while so I can be sure you're real. Can we sit?"

He laughed. "Yes. should we shower this shit off in case we want to get in the tub?"

"Good idea."

I washed him. Head to foot, making sure I did not wash under his foreskin. Sue me. I'm a pig. I liked him funky.

He noticed.

"You are a total pig."

"For you, yes."

"You didn't even clean my armpits."

"Nope."

"You like me... rank?"

"Yes."

His dick shot up like a rocket.

"Wanna go for another ride, Stuart?"

"Again and again, Clyde."

"Let's wait. build some drinks."

I did. We sat dangling in the warm water.

I leaned over and he held me against his damp chest.

"You complete me man,"

He was smiling with his eyes closed.

"You really like me skinnier?"

"Hell yes. You're tight. Scary fast."

"I like you big,"

"I know. You look at me and I feel like a god. It makes me feel proud to be yours."

"You think of it that way? Mine?"

"Yes. It's something I feel all the time now. I'm Stuart's."

"That's giving..."

"Everything, bud. I'm totally yours."

I put my head in his chest and he held it.

I sighed.

"I'm all yours too."

I sat up and lit a cigar for him and handed it to him.

"Think the guys are alright?"

"Brad would be crying like a baby right here if they weren't"

"I'm worried about Luke."

"He needs a partner."

"Yep."

"Hard to shop in the middle of deep Appalachia for one of those."

"He's gonna do okay. He would do better with love."

"you are really good at this shit. I've seen it. sometimes when you think shit it just happens. So ... what do you want to happen for Lukas?"

"A big blond hairy fucker with a heart a mile wide. A foot taller than him. Big brown eyes with long lashes and black eyebrows. Shy. Loving. Very closeted, unsure, full of love and compassion. Birth marks on his dick. Thick, Cut, Hung, Big head, veiny, with a big upward curve. Huge nuts. Kinky."

"Be more specific." He laughed.

"He's here today, working on the driveway."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Then we have work to do."

"Yes."

"Now."

We got up. Boots. jeans. I pulled a shirt on. Clyde didn't. He was awesome shirtless.

We walked down the stairs with the tray and took it back to the kitchen. Woke up the trio and grabbed Luke. Dragged him outside and fed him a cola.

"Your man is here, Luke"

"Wh...?"

"Go grab some jeans and a shirt."

he did.

"What are you guys saying?"

"You are going to fall in love shortly."

"He's here."

"He?"

"mmm hmmm"

We went and sat on the front porch, vacated by the wild pair... They had retreated to camp. We put the cushions away and rearranged the chairs and bench, Luke grabbed drinks for us. I settled into a bourbon and lit a smoke. Clyde copped a light and filled the air with daddy smoke.

Luke was confused.

fifteen minutes.

The truck appeared. There he was.

"Can we help you?"

"Are you the owner?"

"I'm afraid he's in the basement but what do you need?"

"Access to the basement if that's OK."

"Luke... show this man the basement."

Luke's not flamboyant,, just built.

He showed the dude the basement and the electrical panels he was after... He found an open circuit, and smiled at Luke. He stared at Luke. a lot.

"You need to see ... anything else?"

"Um..."

"Can we...?"

"Yeah."

"OK."

Luke pulled his shirt off.

Brawny boy reached out and stroked him. Luke's pecs grew and his big nipples got hard and large and started to leak a little. Brawny's eyes got wide.

"Come back up to the truck frame in the living room."

"We'll be a lot more comfortable there."

"Your friends are outside the door."

"Yes. They are my friends."

"They want this to happen."

"That's fucked up."

"Not half as fucked up as what's about to happen between us."

"What's your name?"

"Matt."

"I'm Luke."

"C'mon Matt. Let's go take our time, unless you have to get back to work. They really won't mind. As a matter of fact, I'd like to tell them."

"I have a girlfriend."

"I like women, too, Matt."

"Oh... OH. Really?"

"Yeah. A lot. Tell me about her."

"She's really hot. Her name is Grace. Long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, not deep blue like yours, ... lighter. Doesn't wear makeup like some women. Very physical and strong. 5'-2" tall, with a very flat abdomen and a big teardrop shaped ass, large tits with huge areolas and BIG nipples, very sensitive. The areolas tense up when she's excited and the nipples get bigger, and stiff. She loves having them sucked. She has the most beautiful labia in the universe. When she's excited they flower open and pulse and she gets very wet. Her clit is large, and protrudes against my dick when I am in her so she stays really hot, and she loves fucking. She likes licking my nuts and loves the way I smell. She digs me not wearing deodorant, and she grinds herself all the way down on me when we fuck and comes over and over with me deep inside her."

Luke had gotten a hardon during the description and it had become painful and when Matt described Grace grinding his dick deep inside herself and smelling his armpits, Luke came in his jeans... soaking them. He grabbed Matt's shoulder for support and Matt could feel Luke's orgasm as if it were his own. He came in sympathy.

"She... she sounds hot, Matt."

"You really DO dig women, don't you?"

"Oh fuck yes, buddy."

"Man, I haven't come like that in ages... just from feeling you come in your jeans."

"Sorry, Matt."

"Don't be sorry. Are you sure your friends won't mind? About us... you know?"

"Fucking in the cabin? Not at all. Are you busy tonight?"

"No plans, and Grace is away for a week."

"Stay here tonight. Everything you need is right here."

Luke grabbed Matt's head and brought it near his chest. Matt sniffed and looked at the source... big nipple, almost as big as Grace's, dripping in front of him, he leaned in and tasted the liquid. His eyes shot open and he grabbed Lue's torso and sucked the nipple into his mouth.

"Yeah, Matt. Please."

Matt sucked hard. He was immediately filled with warmth and empathy from Luke, and comfort, caring. Kinky shit came to mind and he pictured himself eating Luke's ass, burying his head between his cheeks and sniffing his butt sweat with his tongue deep in his hole, sucking him open for his big dick. He felt Luke giving himself to him. He pictured giving Lukas pleasure, deep throating his dick and sniffing his nuts aven though he had never given a blow job. He wanted to spend the night attached to this stud.

He emptied the pec of fluid and was disoriented by the emotions and thoughts it had brought to him. He felt... freer. He was rock hard and his jeans were dripping wet. Luke was holding his head to his chest.

"Matt... there's another one."

Luke guided him to the other nipple. Matt sniffed, and groaned, opening his mouth.

I wanted a seat in quiet. I chose the back patio and threw a couple logs in.

I heard door seals and a big assed man came and took another chair, dog between us.

"Luke ok?"

"More than."

"Lonely?"

"Not any more."

"Cody and Brad alright?"

"Snoring like babies."

"Just you and me."

"Yes."

"Front porch please."

We went.

I lit it up again. sparkling, for Clyde.

"I heard the noise coming from downstairs. You said Luke was the spellcaster."

"This spell is for you, big man."

I dropped trou, pulled off my boots and put them back on.

"Go ahead. call me skinny."

"You. are. perfect."

"I'm yours. Please don't make me bigger."

"Don't want you bigger. Stronger, maybe."

"Stronger would be good."

"Let me fix that. Come sit on my lap."

I faced him, legs over the arms of the chair, opened my ass and slid down on him.

He hugged me, not moving.

I felt... power.

I got... more muscular... tighter, but not bigger.

Rougher

Harder. Like. armour plated.

Bulldog.

Mean.

I stood up off his dick.

"Yeah."

"You are bad assed now."

"Fuck yes."

"That's how I like you."

"You made me mean"

"And lean, and clean."

"Whoo this feels good."

"You are tight."

"All yours, daddy."

"Mmmm hmmm. My big boy."

"Yessir. wanna fuck you all day long sir."

"I dig you, man,"

"Dig you back, you big fucker."

He punched me in the stomach. I rebounded and grinned.

"Like me tough?"

"You make me drip like you are."

"I got a big assed daddy that demands the best of me."

"Happy camper."

"I have a perfect partner. Smart, slick as shit, and ooooooh so handsome."

"Drink?"

"Yep."

I put another log on the fire, added some apples to the tray and filled glasses, offered a light to the cigar and he leaned back, smiling.

He was so big, so square, ... so masculine. I... it took my breath away.

I leaned into him and sighed

"Like it?"

"I couldn't be more grateful."

"You are so fucked."

"Yup."

I hugged him.

"I'm a lucky guy."

"Yes you are, fucker."

"I want you."

"I want you back."

I inhaled Clyde scent. Put a paw on his chest,

"Mine."

"Yep. forever."

"Oh fuck, your company makes me..."

"Back at you, you skinny runt."

"mmmmmm."

Big paw landed on my back.

Held me.

Matt finished his meal and guided his head to Luke's armpit and inhaled. The smell of the river and sunshine greeted him, fresh sweat and the smell of outdoors. He stood and cast his big browns into Laser Blues. Matt was fucked but he wanted to fuck Luke right back. Luke led him to the truck frame and they fell onto it, Matt rolling Luke onto his stomach and diving face first into that muscular ass covered in blond down, sucking on Luke's hole, making him whine and writhe under him.

He raised up over Luke's prone body and slid into the now dripping and gaping opening. Matt was about to embark on a path that would see him in residence here at the resort, becoming the property's groomsman and settling into the tribe. Right now he was settling into being caressed by Luke's talented colon.

Luke was getting fucked. I could hear him keening.

Yep. Good day.

I regretted something.

I really wanted to partner Luke with Hank Furlough.

"I fucked up sir."

"I knew you were feeling hasty."

"Yeah."

`He'll be a good groomsman, but I have to connect Luke with Hank."

"Plenty of time, buddy."

"Wanna go get wet?"

"You're fucking itching to get in the river."

"Always."

"Only this time my ass is on the line."

"Catch up."

"You're brutal."

"OK. Here's the run. Off the pier, get to the left side of the river. You have to paddle fast and hard to fight very shallow fast water current. Paddle upstream as you cross but shag ass. It's a hard fucking fight and if you give up you will be fucked. All the way over to the bank. Sluice, curving to the right. The standing waves will be big, above your head. There will be five or six of them. slide right through them... They're only scary, not dangerous. The trough is smooth and won't hurt you. It's just big water, but if you miss it, you will get dropped onto five and six foot tall boulders and they will tear you and your boat to shreds. Get to the sluice with those big assed arms and your legs braced against the hull to keep you steady."

"Next drop is straight through the center of the river, you have to cross right below the falls and boulders and drop in dead center between two big assed round boulders where the water is smooth and glassy and fast, you can't miss it. The drop will try to capsize you and it will feel like you're in a blender but paddle hard and straight, there are two currents coming together there, one lower than the other and they set up an enormous whitewater wave you will think you want to go around. Don't. The boulders either side of the whitewater are big, sharp fragments that will cut you open and leave you gutted. Go right over the top. Paddle hard to stay upright, the water will be rough. It's a five foot drop but to do it you have to paddle up onto the whitewater cap and drop about seven feet. You will get buried underneath the bottom pool. Kick your legs up and let the falls kick you out of the wave and you will pop out. Paddle hard away with those big fucking arms. Beat the shit out of the water or it will bury you and roll you. Stay tracked and move your ass away from the falling water behind you."

"Next drop is a hard right crossing toward the right bank and this one is tough. About twenty feet off the right bank between two rock walls you will see the water backing up and becoming very glassy, moving rapidly between two huge slabs of rock, very close together. Line yourself up out of the current and ease in and let the river have you. You have to go through with the hull of the boat tilted sideways, and your torso too, because it is very thin, deep, and fast, right between two huge rock escarpments. You may get scraped up on rocks because of your size. Your boat will not fit straight up. It's very fast and if you don't drop it right it will wedge you and the boat beneath the water at the bottom where it gets thinner. You will drown in it. It's a meat grinder. That's about an 8 foot drop."

"Then you come to an eddy. flat and calm. You can take a break there, paddling upstream, catching your breath.

"We'll probably both meet there. The calm before the storm. You will have to go over the falls next."

"Right hand side of the river. Scariest shit you can DO on this river."

"12 foot drop. The track is about 25 feet off shore; you will see it because the water there is ripping through fast, smooth, almost glassy, about five feet wide. Hit the center of that. At the bottom it will bury you completely under the water in a pool 20 feet deep. When you go over DO NOT let your boat even tilt toward vertical. When you get close to the falls paddle like a sonofabitch and as you start to go over raise your paddle, pull it back toward your chest and kick out with your abs shooting your ass into space. The fall will feel like forever and you will go under. You will not know where you are.You kick your fucking legs up and lean forward and grab your hull. Stay as emotionless as you can because your first instinct is going to be to inhale and you will be under water. Let the falls kick the ass end of your boat down and you should pop out of the pool like a cork. When you do, paddle like a machine until you are away from the pool or it will suck you back under the falls and capsize you under them and rip you out of the boat. Don't fucking drown on me."

"I know you're immortal. I made you that way, but if you make those falls, I am going to be a very proud man. I've done it twice, and although I have heard stories of others that have, and others that have tried and failed, I don't personally know anyone else that has and survived."

"Let's go ride."

We loaded the jeep. Towels essentially. A waterproof box for my key and both our credentials to drive.

Clyde drove.

The boats were waiting for us on the pier. Clyde tried his on a few times, capsized. I made fun and he figured it out. Fast boats are not easy to get used to when one makes assumptions about boats being stable. These boats were NOT fishing boats and they were not stable, but they were extraordinarily maneuverable. He tried it out after he was geared up, paddling upriver in the eddy and turning it, power paddling, spinning it... he started to look like a vet, dropping the bow below water and standing it up, sitting back. He was going to do JUST fine.

I slid into mine and donned the pfd, put the skirt on the boat. Clyde needed help with his. I helped, and showed him how to secure the paddle leash.

"Why don't you wear a helmet?"

"Free in the breeze."

"This is gonna be rough, first timer. You know how to fight fear, so do not be scared. Don't under any circumstances flip out and fight the water. Be safe, careful but understand the river is way more powerful than you and you have to sort of take the gift it gives you by understanding how to get through it, and that you can if you don't fuck up and let it take you where you are heading. You ready?"

"No."

"Fuck that. Watch me. Let's go."

No need to recount the sequence... we went all the way, fucking letter perfect. Not one incident.

My new car key was in the box in my shorts.

I skunked my boat up against the big mans and kissed him in the bottom pool. He did everything great. He was bleeding from the sluice.

"You can keep up."

"Woof."

"Nobody beats those falls."

"Nobody."

He grinned.

"Hadda keep up with my man."

"24/7 yours."

"Mmm hmm."

"Hurry up. I am only here for the after party."

"What was that like for you?" I was nodding at the falls which when seen from below were just intimidating as fuck... white, angry, thundering into this pool, raising mist 20-30 feet into the air. Almost the entire river came over this drop, and it was a BIG fucking river. I was glad he hadn't seen them from here before he went over.

"I remembered your advice, not to breathe, and kicked up. grabbed the boat. The falls pushed the ass end of the boat down and I popped out like a cork."

"Glad you made it."

"You could have killed me."

"Nope. Not you."

"I know you can run with me now."

"You're fucking ruthless."

"I didn't leave you hanging. I told you how. You were excellent."

"Thats a big fucking river."

"The biggest here. The oldest on the planet."

"I have a new car key. Wanna go for a ride?"

He grinned. "Yeah... anywhere with you. I'm freaked."

"You were awesome. Nobody has ever kept up like that before."

"Ooooohhh... it's black."

We were walking toward a black woodie. not a spot of chrome.

Two racks on top.

"Let me show you how these work."

I grabbed the handles on his side and pulled, the brackets dropped down to waist height, the cradles ready to load. He lifted his boat in, and I showed him how the straps work.

He strapped it up and released the handles and lifted the boat back on top. I showed him how to strap it to the bumpers and loaded mine.

"You're an animal."

"Yep. Skinny animal."

"I like you that way. Fast."

"All yours big guy."

"Mine."

"Yeah."

"Let's go see what this machine can do."

"It looks like a surf wagon."

"Yeah, AWD for the mountain roads and snow, racks for boats. A hillbilly surf wagon. So stoked. I have wanted one for a couple years."

Clyde sat in the passenger seat and I took the steering wheel.

I backed us out and aimed the wagon to the road, turning west. I floored it and the fucking machine leveled us against our seats. Holy shit was it fast. Wow. "Fast fucking go cart. 5500 pounds of Lead Sled!"

I slowed down. "Woo hoo twin turbos!"

"And then some"

"Hey Clyde?"

"Yeah you dangerous river fuck?"

"Fuck me forever?"

"You bet that hot ass."

"Elevator. Bat cave. tub."

"Fucking you."

"Please."

"Turns me on, you digging me being big."

"makes me all shy and shit."

"I like you big."

"Makes me feel like I own you."

"You do."

"It's the other way around."

"Maybe."

"It doesn't make a difference."

"Nope."

"We better collect the rest of our hardware. Follow me in the jeep?"

"Yep."

We stopped at the pier and Clyde hopped out and slid behind (now) Brad's wheel.

I turned the new buggy around and pulled onto the asphalt and let it rip for the quarter mile to the turn off. I made 85 before I braked for the turn. Wow. I was going to like this shit. I let Clyde pass me on the way to the house and go into the garage first.

He took the `vator first and I followed him up in our slick ride into the bat cave.

As I backed into place, he was still grinning over the run. I hopped out and grinned wide at him.

"You just took one of the most dangerous drops in this state."

"Yeah I did."

"Proud?"

"Nope."

"Honored to have a good teacher."

"You really are a SEAL?"

"Mmm hmmm."

"Nothing should scare you."

"That shit was scary."

"Just big water."

"Can we do bigger shit?"

"You're a freak. Yes. I will beat your ass."

"Not likely."

I walked up to him and planted face between his pecs.

He slapped his hand on the back of my head.

"Mmmm hmmm."

"Mine. Fucker."

"Thanks for showing me what you like."

"Thanks for keeping up."

"That was a blast. I want to fuck you now."

"Dammit, I was hoping for glitter and shit."

"You are an asshole."

"A hungry asshole."

"Can we get naked now, big man?"

"Absolutely, runt."

Boots off, clothing hanging from the boat racks on the new lead sled, boots on.

We walked up and through the cabin... Luke was being happily fucked, grinning and begging, Matt was oblivious to our presence concentrating on Luke and not coming in the incredible ass under him, sliding slowly back and forth in ecstasy. The dog was asleep in a sunbeam. We went out back and walked to our rock.

I sat down in the sunlight on the warm stone, crosslegged, big man standing behind me. He looked down, his dick dripping seminal fluid on my shoulder.

"You're a horny fucker."

"Speak for yourself. You're sitting in a pool of precome."

We both had been hard the minute we revealed our physicality to each other, and had gotten pretty worked up just being beside each other on the way to the rock.

"Our rock."

"Yup."

"wanna get scratched up?"

"Yes."

"You tried to drown me today."

"No. I taught you today."

"You still suck. I'm going to hurt you."

"Anything specific you want?"

"The skin ripped off my back and bloody if that's OK."

"Not usually mean."

"I know."

"Gonna fuck you really hard."

"I'm scared but ready."

He shredded my back. He fucked me so hard I was crying. I held him tight and lost all the skin off my back on that rock as he fucked me across it... it was a bloody mess. I lost so much blood the rock was red. He fucked me harder. He was grinning. "Like this?"

"Harder."

"Fuck me."

God I hurt. He was so fucking big and strong.

More.

So much blood.

So happy.

I stopped it.

"I was about to bleed out."

"That was the coolest shit ever."

"You fuck like a banshee"

"You make me lose control."

"I like you out of control."

I was feeling very shy.

"You like being taken, don't you?"

"Mmm hmm."

"pisses you off, doesn't it?"

"Yep."

"That makes me fucking double happy."

"You like control?"

"No. I like giving."

"You give .. fucking everything. You don't stop. With you it's the full pack. You give your heart, your physicality, your brain, your love, and you pour it into me. I feel all of you."

"I dig you, big man."

"Fun shit."

"hahaha. Yeah. You did good in the river today."

"You damn near killed me."

"I don't play fair in the water."

"That's OK. I don't play fair pretty much anywhere else. You're just a prick when you're wet, ...or very pissed off."

"How does it feel being immortal?"

"I feel strong."

"I could slice you in half with bullets and you'd rebuild."

"Please don't do that."

"You got pretty skinned up on the rocks today."

"Yeah, I was bleeding big shit. You told me I wasn't gonna fit well. You slid right through."

"I've been through before."

"Big rocks. They will tear you apart."

"Your advice was excellent."

"Nope. Practical. Safe"

"So what's our next run?"

"The lower New. I'm gonna bury you."

"Can't wait. I love running with you."

"Sorry I made you bleed."

"Clyde?"

"Yeah?"

"I wanted you to."

"I like hurting with you."

"I want to hurt. With. you."

"It means something."

"You want to give to me?"

"YES. so much it hurts. I want you to be happy and I want it to be big every time."

"You don't have to fucking bleed for me."

"Nope I don't."

But you want to."

"Yes. No. Well, I want to feel you... every emotion."

"Do you want me to be cruel?"

"No. never, You are the gentlest giant on the planet. I just like feeling your strength and if it gets out of hand, it's even more fun."

"You are the perfect sub."

"Yours."

"Yup."

"Mine."

I put my head in his chest and he held me tight. Big bear groan.

Subs are strange animals. We have total free will. We are willful, and can't be directed. We are active, and actionable; we do what we feel is best. We also can't be controlled... and we are perhaps more aggressive than our tops. I was Clyde's. He was my Sir. No mistake about it... he owned me. But... I owned him. He was my big man. I looked at him and blushed. He grinned about it. He liked the fact that i got off just looking at him.

I liked the fact that he knew he could take me places I never knew existed. He loved making me feel good. The bounds of his creativity in making love were limitless, and I wanted to give him my entire soul. I like challenging him, but I liked the fact that when he saw me look at him I saw my perfect man... and it showed. He grinned at me when I did that shit and It made me blush. I wanted him.

He also was challenged by me physically. I was leaner, faster, and I needed him to be bigger, harder, more brutal. I wanted him to fuck me up. At least fuck me hard. Be bigger and stronger. He knew it. I wanted him to dominate me, but be a friend, an equal. Subs are weird. We want to be treated with respect. We give a lot. We even fuck on demand. But we are equals.

Subs are unique. We are a heck of a lot more assertive than we are given credit for, and we are often the dominant partner in a relationship. It works that way. A dominant man is also submissive to his intended. A sub takes care of his daddy... makes him feel good, wanted, loved, and gives him anything he fucking wants, but he also gets a lot in return. All that soul, all the reflection of his attraction, all the shit he wants from the big man.

So I look at him and blush and he looks at me and sees my desire for him.

Cool shit.

Then... he fucks the living shit out of me. And I give him everything. Including all my heart. Everything. Dominants are awesome.

He takes it, and is kind to it... the giving... Dominants are pussy cats. They like being loved. They aren't as demanding as the terminology suggests. They are soothing and caring, and beautiful. They make their subs feel like the center of a universe, and they are gentle and wise and humble and giving. They make love, and subs give back... loving their strength and dedication.

Clyde is exceptional. Big man. He loves the way I look at him. Says it embarrasses him.

Makes him feel awesome, he says.

He's like the ideal man. I look at him and want him to fuck me.

I want to smell him, touch him, and want his dick in me.

Pretty fucking gay.

He grins at me a lot because he knows he turns my crank.

It makes me happy he's happy. Big fucker.

I get a big bone on just fucking looking at him.

He reached down and touched my cheek, grinning. My shredded back healed.

"I better clean this rock to keep the critters away," I said, glancing down, not even thinking about what I was doing, only thinking what the blood would attract. He watched me intently. The blood seemed to ... evaporate where it was still liquid, carrying away the dried sheets of it on the rock with it.

I looked up at him. He was staring at me.

"You realize what you just did, right?"

"What?"

"You just changed the state of matter, selectively, by thinking it into a changed state."

"Oh. Shit. I did."

"What were you thinking?"

"I didn't make it disappear."

"I made it... become... small... not like microscopic... smaller, unbonding with the rock, maybe even molecular or smaller, lighter than the elements around it."

"You mean subatomic, like... energy?"

"That's what it felt like."

"Let's hope our friends at DARPA didn't get this conversation on tape."

"No shit. Thanks for healing the back."

We started walking back toward the cabin.

"Thanks for shredding it first."

He chuckled, sparkling at me.

"My fucking pleasure. I'll fuck you up anytime you want. You deserved it after today."

I looked at the cuts all over his torso from the rocks and lifted my hand onto his shoulder as we walked, and they went away. The weird thing I noticed is that they were almost healed already.

"Of all five of us, Clyde, you were the only one I would have believed could make that run besides me. Brad's too big, Cody too timid, Lukas would not have even tried it. It took big fucking nuts to not only do it but to listen to me and hear exactly what I said and trust me enough to do exactly what I told you to do."

"How did you learn to do that run?"

"I came here for two years and walked it twice a week in the warm months, looking at the way the water flowed when it was high and low, throwing shit into the river and watching it go through various drops, and finally a buddy I brought up one weekend with me said he would give me a blowjob if I just fucking did it and quit staring at it because my obsession with it was getting on his nerves."

Clyde busted out laughing to the point he had tears in his eyes, had to stop walking, putting a hand on my shoulder for support.

"You made that run for a blowjob? Was he any good?"

"Not really, but it got me to do the run."

I grinned up at the big red faced bastard. He leaned down and kissed me.

When we walked out of the woods onto the patio the fire at the base of the tower was blazing and from above we heard a big hoot and a splash, and laughter.

We looked at each other smiling and in unison: "Brad."

I asked, "Want to go up?"

"Yes, but let's check on any dinner progress and start it if none has been made. At least it will be ready when everyone is, then."

We walked in, to the kitchen to find bread wrapped in foil, and checking the fridge we found aluminum packets filling the racks. Lukas. Six places had been set on the table, opposite each other, the chair at the head of the table removed. Two big wooden boards were set in the center to receive hot racks. Cody had done that. There was a fresh bottle of bourbon and sliced apples in water on a tray on the counter with crackers, a pack of cigarettes, a cigar, cutters, and a lighter, with a note in Cody's handwriting: Babaganoush in fridge.

"I'll check the front porch."

I walked out to three benches around two low tables pushed together facing the fire with six lanterns on the tables waiting to be lit and hung. The racks to cook dinner were sitting by the fireplace. Very thorough.

I put two more logs on and walked back inside.

"Everything's done. Let's go up and visit. You go ahead and put a table out and I will bring the tray for it."

Clyde had gotten out the baba and filled a bucket with ice for the bourbon and put them on the tray. He opened the door for me and proceeded after a pit stop to throw more wood on the fire. I followed. Another splash. More laughter. Where was the fucking dog?

I heard from above me as Clyde appeared onto the tub deck naked "It SURVIVED! And it has a huge fucking dick!!!"

I rounded the top of the stairs with a tray as a table was set in front of a bench off the back of the patio, out of the splash zone. Cody sat with legs dangling in the water, and Brad was lounging on a bench, his big dick dangling off the edge sitting on big assed nuts still damp from the water. Luke and Matt were sitting on the back ledge in the water, Matt still staring around in wonder. The damned dog was laying in her usual spot against the chimney snoring with one eye open. A hemlock parsons table held another tray full of snacks, a bucket of beers, and another tray with bourbon, glasses, ice, and apples. The only thing missing was a boom box playing 70's disco and thank God it wasn't there.

"I wouldn't have survived had it not been for the waterbug."

"I hear he knows his shit, and his way around a foreskin."

While BDB was yammering with the Captain, after I set the tray down I walked over to the outbuilding and got out two towels and draped them over the back of the Captain's bench, took off my boots, turned and walked over to the tub, stepping off and landing on the bottom standing, facing Luke and Matt.

"I heard Luke calling out your name earlier when y'all were fucking, Matt, but we haven't been introduced."

They both turned beet red, but Luke was smiling. Matt was wide eyed.

"I'm Stuart."

I reached out my hand. Matt took it and shook.

"Welcome to club BDB."

"BDB?"

Four out of five voices in unison: "Big Dicked Brad."

Matt laughed to the sound of high fives and fist bumps, and got serious.

"Y'all are great. Is it true what the guys have been telling me this afternoon? You two just made the run into and over the falls?"

"I'll let the noob verify that for you, Matt."

A very big fucking hand reached down and handed me a glass full of bourbon, ice, and apples. The rest of the body followed with legs dangling in the tub by my side. I couldn't help it... I turned and planted face in his groin scent and inhaled, then turned back to Matt. The big fucker ran a toe up my back and his voice rumbled.

"Yes we did, Matt. I'm Clyde, by the way."

Clyde reached out to shake, Matt extended his hand and it was engulfed by Clyde's. Matt admired Clyde's form and looked up eventually into his eyes.

"You're not supposed to be on that part of the river."

"Matt, I'm not supposed to piss on Stuart, but he likes it and so do I, so I do it anyway."

Matt looked at me with wide eyes. I nodded.

"Stuart here is a seemingly suicidal but very smart waterbug. Today was my first time doing that run. He's done it twice before."

Gesturing into the canyon, Matt asked "Y'all actually went over those falls?"

"Yep. Hell of a ride."

"Holy shit. That's like the entire fucking river going over that ledge in one spot."

I retorted "Not all of it. Just... a lot of it."

I backed into Clyde's spread legs and he put his hand on top of my head, stroking my hair, letting his hand slip down my neck onto my chest, fondling a nipple.

I said "Glad we could introduce you to Lukas today, Matt. Did y'all enjoy the afternoon?"

"Is it over?"

Clyde and I both chuckled.

"Far from it man," I said, gesturing over my shoulder. There was a reason Brad had gone quiet. Cody had his big dick buried in his throat and was trying to suck his tonsils out through his urethra.

"I'm surprised y'all didn't get hurt in the river."

The deep voice responded "I would have if it hadn't been for excellent advice. As it was I ended up abraded but that's about it. I don't know if Stuart even had a scratch on his boat."

"Y'all are different."

Five chuckles.

"Just very close, man. just very close."

"Is he going to need air sometime tonight?" Matt was gesturing at Cody who still had BDB balls deep and hadn't come up in like five minutes. He was tonguing Brad's huge nuts between dick root stretched lips.

"Cody and Brad are mates. Cody can survive on whatever Brad feeds him."

To appease even though he didn't need to, Cody backed off Brad and turned around as he stood and sat back down in Brad's lap impaling himself on that big fucking stick, moaning as it sunk inside. He spread his leg over the outside of Brad's and the obscene connection could be seen by all as he settled back against Brad's chest, his head resting just below the big man's chin. Brad's dick could be seen pulsing above his monster nuts, Cody's hole chewing on his root, Cody's torso writhing against Brad. Brad reached up and fondled Cody's big pecs and they leaked all over both of them, Cody moaning. I could smell them and it was fucking hot. We were all about to go into rut from this.

Matt stared. Luke grinned at him.

"Matt wants to taste that connection, Lukas. Why don't you show him it's OK. Clyde... come down here for a few and get warm and loosen those big fucking muscles and we can go chill on towels for a bit and relax."

We took ten on the ledge and warmed up shoulder to shoulder, not saying shit... just listening to where we had been thundering below us, then he turned to me.

"If I had seen those falls from below before we went today..."

"I know. You can hear them for miles. I told you what you did was big."

"I didn't know it was THAT big."

"Now you know what I told you is true. It's ALL bigger than you. There is no trick. There's only respect for the river, and understanding it. It isn't there to be conquered."

"You look like that's what you do when you are in the water, you know."

"Looks can be deceiving."

"Modest?"

"No. Humbled by it, maybe. Next time we run we will take two hikes on the drop before we get in so I can show you how I decide to put a run together."

"Want a snack?"

"Yeah."

"Let's see what the boys brought up."

Matt was on his knees between BDB's legs licking the obscene connection with Cody and Lukas was taking full advantage of his dark fur covered ass standing in the breeze, his 9 inches holstered right into Matt's guts. Matt was groaning and making appreciative sounds as Luke gentled him and filled him up, easing in and out against him, filling him over and over again deep inside.

Luke... show Matt that thing you do with your foreskin and dickhead. Luke turned his lasers on me and grinned, and I heard Matt yip.

"Holy SHIT! Don't fucking EVER stop doing that!"

Luke smiled and did it again.

Vegetables. sliced bread with apple butter, Olive tapenade. Damn. We only got crackers and babaganoush. Fuckers. We made plates and took them back to our table and relaxed on soft plush cotton. We munched for a bit not really needing conversation... just the companionship. Pretty full day, emotionally, and physically. Memorable.

I turned to Clyde. "So I got my woodie."

He looked at me not making the connection for a second. Then he smiled and said "That is a very deceiving wagon. I'd never have thought it would be that fast."

"I was thinking on the way up here," gesturing at the debauchery and the tub, "that you probably need some new wheels."

"I like my jeep truck."

"I like my truck, too."

"I didn't even ask and was handed that little sled because they knew I would get it anyway, that I needed it."

"So if you had your wishes what would suit you for wheels?"

"Well, the specs are a little different now that I know it has to carry watercraft" he smirked. I smiled.

"It has to be able to cross water 54 inches deep. Thats a huge strain on an engine block. Thick door seals. Armor on the body panels, the new lightweight stuff. hardened glass. full night optics. Variable height suspension. Something in the neighborhood of 600 horsepower. Gear (he looked at me and I knew he wasn't talking camping) racks in the back. Tinted windows. It has to look pretty ordinary and get low to the ground for fast runs. The air intakes have to be disguised. I like black."

I just got a gift wish, I guess. It sounded maniacal until you thought about the driver. It would have to come with a rubber floor, too, I figured. Wet duty.

I heard a truck pull into the driveway and the dog stood up and barked.

"You're kinda late little girl."

The guys hadn't looked up from their fucking. I had no clothes. Wait. Yes I did. I thought for a hot second and I was in jeans and a shirt. Clyde looked at me smiling.

"You're getting the hang of this shit."

"I'll be right back. I have a feeling those are my new toys."

"Need a hand?"

"Yeah... keep the dog company."

I descended and sure enough... UPS delivers.

"Hey," I said to the driver, coming down the stairs.

"Hey man. That's one hell of a driveway."

"I can't believe you made it up."

"Looks like it will be easier soon with the new pavement going in."

"Yep... probably next week it will be complete."

"Nice place... just you?"

"I'm a guest, but I'm betting those are addressed to me"

He had a stack of boxes on the back ledge of the truck.

"Stuart?"

"Yes, sir."

"Can you help me get them in the house in case there's weather?"

"Yep."

I opened the back door and he carried them in and we put them discretely behind the dining room table out of the way.

I signed... and he turned the van around and descended the hill.

Awesome. Time to get to work soon.

I visualized my clothing back where it belonged and ascended the stairs to the sound of groans and heavy slurping still coming from the foursome. I walked to Clyde and sat down beside him. His plate was empty. I cut a cigar from our tray and handed it to him and built him a beverage. He fired up.

"Computer. Large format printer. Paper. toner. A small desk for the porch. Sketch pads. Pens. All here and ready."

"I just got a call from the farm."

"What?"

"Yeah. I know."

"Your neighbor was seeing to it, right?"

"Not any more."

"A fellow I went through basic with and came up with, served with, a good friend was on the line. With my neighbor."

"He's been promoted to Commander."

"My farm is his new station. He's been attached to me as security detail and attache."

"Oh."

"How do you feel about that?"

"About Kyle being at the farm? Fine. I love him. We've saved each other's asses more times than I can count. It's just a lot of changing... happening rapidly. My neighbor at least seems to be OK with Kyle being there and he's giving him crash orientation. That was a bigger concern to me than Kyle actually being there, honestly."

"As far as changing rapidly, you do have to admit, sir, you were sort of at the center of precipitating those changes."

"Yes, I get that... it's just kind of still a little foreign."

He sipped and filled the air with Clyde smoke.

"Shit moves fast with these folks, Clyde."

"Fucking DARPA." Clyde muttered.

Seemed as though the four musketeers were about to break. Limbs were being untangled, and Luke was leading Matt to the shower pad. Cody and Brad were still on the bench grinning, still connected and BDB was whispering in his ear. Cody had been milked several times and his chest was beet red. Brad was gentling him, running his hands over the little wrestler's torso.

Luke materialized towels in his hands for them both and Matt was too out of it to notice. They toweled off.

"Hey you hedonistic fucks. Go get a shower and get your shit together. We have a guest." The voice was deep and rumbling and came from under my right ear, now leaning on Clyde's chest.

"OK, boss. I didn't realize civility was part of the bargain."

Brad was grinning and didn't want to give up Cody.

"Jesus, B, you can have him back in a blink any time."

"Captain.. well, .. you know."

Clyde clamped a hand on my shoulder and smelled my hair.

"Yep. get a fucking shower. I can smell you from here, you big smarmy fuck. and wash your boy. You don't take care of him I'm holding onto someone that will do it in your place."

Cody looked at the Captain. He smiled. Clyde smiled back.

"You OK, big man?"

"Yes sir. Never better, sir." Cody was actually beaming at him.

"Good, son. Go take care of the asshole."

Interesting dynamics. Luke understood them but Matt was standing by the snack table watching the interaction and trying to figure out just what in the Sam Fuck was going on.

Ah... the uninitiated. I really had been hasty. Matt was going to eat dinner with us too, and spend the night. He was going to find out.

I turned to Clyde and asked "Is there any way to do this without scaring the living fuck out of that nice man over there?"

I got big eyes from the big man.

"You can navigate that big fucking river like it's the back of your hand and manage to contain BDB but not figure this out? I have a hard time believing that."

He was fucking smirking at me. I sat up and punched him in the jaw. Hard. He gave me these muscles and apparently they fucking worked because he was obviously seeing stars... for a moment. He raised his hand up and touched the bruise that was already forming below his rapidly swelling lip.

He smiled and leaned down and kissed me.

"That's the same way I react to a challenge" He was laughing.

"Fucker." I muttered. I was sparkling back at him but I wasn't gonna heal him quite yet. Smartass.

Matt had seen the interaction and he was again wide eyed. I got up, still rock hard and leaking from Clyde's company, walking toward Matt and the snack table.

"Matt... It's a different kind of family."

"Unusual," he said, looking into my eyes with big browns.

"I don't think unusual describes it as well as unique."

He shrugged "OK" not getting my meaning. Well, how the fuck could he?

I looked back at Clyde and sent him an extra. His jaw healed and he came. twice.

"You fucker." He chuckled. I grinned.

Matt saw that too.

"What just happened?"

"I broke his jaw, Matt. He made fun of me and I broke his jaw."

"I saw that. But just now..."

"I healed it. And made him come all over himself. Twice."

"You can't do that."

I looked at him and he said "Oh. OH. OOOOOOH. OH FUCK." He came. I made him do it again. I gave him a permanent erection for the rest of the evening and unlimited refractory period, and amped up his horniness to about as far as it could go. His testicles grew and went into overdrive.

I made him come again.

From the shower BDB said "Matt... you better ask him to stop before you start pouring your brains out of your dick."

Matt reached out and touched my shoulder and said, struggling... "How?"

"Like this, Matt."

I showed him... and since he was touching me it was easy.

He pulled his hand away like it had been burned, stood up straight looking at me and said "So it's only you?"

"I'm the only source as far as we know" I was gesturing around the patio, still looking at Matt.

"What else can you do?"

"You don't want to know."

BDB: "Yes, He does Stuart. Stop being a mysterious Shaman asshole. Fucking show him a parlor trick."

Asshole.

I blinked out. Grabbed Matt's dick.

It was rock hard and leaking.

"I can ghost fuck, Matt. So can Luke."

I blinked back in, still holding his dick.

"Y'all aren't like... the undead or something, are you?"

I laughed. "Nope. far from it. Just normal guys with... an exception."

"Some fucking exception."

I looked at him seriously. "Some would call it a gift. I call it a curse. We call it a reason to be together because we're the only ones."

"Is this how you got through the river today?"

Clyde chuckled behind me. "No Matt. That was just through Stuart's water insanity."

"Whh...?"

"You put Stuart near a river and he zones out. Can't hear anything else... it's all he can think of. He wants to be in the water. All under his own power. If he ever combined this and the river we'd all be fucked."

It was dusk.

"Lukas."

"Yes, sir?"

"Lantern?"

He grabbed one out of the shed and lit it, hung it from the outrigger.

"Thanks, Luke." I kissed his cheek and we smiled at each other.

"Have fun?"

"Yes sir." He grinned.

"More questions, Matt?"

"Yes."

"Good. Captain?" I turned to Clyde.

"Stuart, get the towels straightened out, Cody, Luke, get the trays back to the kitchen and put away. Let's go get a shower in the cabin and get cleaned up to cook dinner. Brad... cover your tub."

Brad grinned and looked up at his jockstrap hanging on the outbuilding barge board. His now.

In five minutes we were all heading down the stairs. Dog tags jingled behind us. I stopped and filled a bowl and asked the question as I loaded the fireplace with more logs.

"What do all good dogs do before they eat?"

She sat and waited as I headed toward the door. I looked back "Enjoy your dinner." She dug in.

When we were inside, Luke and Cody had shit put away in seconds... like a fire drill.

"Cody," I asked, "You are extremely good at hospitality trays. I will hang lanterns if you will build one for the table."

We set about our tasks and were done in five minutes.

"SHOWER TIME!!! WHO WANT'S AN ENEMA???"

Fucking Brad.

We all laughed, but he wasn't too far off. we all showered together, and Matt was still the odd man out but got his share of the antics and... the shower shot. We all took our turns. The compadres were curious about my special attentions getting ready for the captain. No details yet. Cody was particularly interested and helped me. He wanted to know, for him and Brad.

We explained surgical soap to Matt. He was surprised. We all did a slimy man dance under the head covered in soap with big hardons.

"Brad. You need to modify this shower room."

"No shit. One head for all of us doesn't work." He wagged his eyebrows to laughter.

We toweled off.

"I'm putting on jeans."

"You fucker."

"We have a fucking guest. He's still figuring this shit out."

I was barefoot, shirtless, but resembling a normal human.

I looked at Cody and Luke, assembling a basket full of packets.

"We close, guys?"

"Yep.. good to go."

Cody carried the basket to the porch and Luke disappeared out back. We followed Cody.

quilts on the benches. Lantern light overhead. fireplace coming off blazing and barely starting to coal. Lukas came up the steps with a bucket filled with ice and beers followed by jingling dog tags. she settled in by the hearth. Cody set the basket on the flagstone shelf above the firebox where it would stay cool away from the fire while we had drinks.

I cut a cigar for Clyde, lit a smoke for me, and Matt grabbed one of mine and lit up. Six musketeers, one uninitiated and he was virtually silent.

Cody was on a bench with Brad, closest to the fireplace, and I was opposite him, beside Clyde. Luke and Matt sat in the back facing the fireplace. Drinks got built. beers in hand.

A deep voice to my left said "Matt... you have more questions."

"Yes, sir." Good. he was learning the structure.

"Ask Stuart."

I looked at Clyde exasperated and he smirked at me around his cigar.

Fucker.

"You can disappear?"

BDB couldn't shut up. "He can not only disappear, he can make your grandfather's barn disappear."

I frowned at the big handsome fucker. "It's not like that!!"

Matt looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"OK. It actually is. But I don't do it for kicks."

The soothing, sometimes commanding voice from my left said "Stuart has a purpose here, Matt. We all do. We're still trying to figure that out, but what he is saying is that our abilities are not a party trick. We have come together for a reason and we are just as surprised by this as you may be. We all feel we have a duty to be very careful and a responsibility to understand why this has happened and use it for benefit rather than recreation. In the meantime, we're learning the ropes through our relationships, and there are... recreational benefits there with no doubt."

"So the ghost fucking thing is just something that happened fooling around?"

`I'll take this.'

"No Matt. The Ghost fucking thing is something that happened as a result of Clyde training me how to protect us and others. I can make shit vanish. It's safer when it's not there."

BDB spoke up. "Tell him."

"Not before dinner, you big fuck."

"FUCK you are such a geek" whined Brad.

Cody laughed. Clyde grinned. Lukas reached over and high fived me.

"OK Matt. Parlor trick."

Clyde smirked because he knew exactly where this was going.

"Imagine you could put someone in heat."

"Like make them overwhelmingly horny, but docile, bring out their inner submissiveness even though they are mostly a top... just by thinking about it. "

"That would be cool. I would like that."

Brad's dick was lengthening down his pants leg.

"Imagine they knew exactly what you were doing to them and they enjoyed it, even though it was contrary to the state they like to present as normal."

BDB spread his legs.

Matt was watching both me and Brad now. He figured out what was happening.

"What would you do if you had that opportunity?"

I was looking at Matt and not proceeding.

Clyde was grinning as were Cody and Lukas.

Matt looked at me.

I raised my eyebrows. Brad was quiet for a change. So fucking horny and in a mid state where he was just enjoying the feelings coursing through that big frame.

"I would want him to experience unimaginable pleasure."

Brad came. and groaned... smiling at us.

"I would want him to feel good all over... and loved."

Brad's nipples started pouring Brad milk onto his chest... he was going to be sticky for dinner.

I brought Brad back into full awareness and said "Brad... describe it to Matt."

"Stuart is... touching me, Matt."

"He's being honest... not manipulating me... he's just making love to me without physically touching me."

He came again. "I wish you would stop that, fucker."

Matt asked "Do you mind this happening here, Brad, with all of us here?"

"Fuck no. OOOOOH Shit." He came again.

"No... this is for you, Matt. We're just showing you a little of what it does. FUCK ME!" he came again.

I asked "So what do you want to do after dinner now, Brad?"

"I want the Captain to fuck me. Hard. I need Clyded bad."

"Any questions, Matt?"

"None."

"Hey Brad... "

"Yeah Stu?"

"Thanks."

Fist bumps.

"I fucking hate it when he makes me come over and over."

"You do not."

He grinned.

"No, I don't."

"Fucker."

"Asshole.

"I didn't even get to taste any."

He scooped a hand up his chest and stuck his palm out.

"Matt?"

He tasted it.

He smiled.

I licked the fucking thing clean.

Clyde caressed my back.

"Will somebody fucking cook dinner so we can get through it to story time?? FUCK!!!"

BDB was restless. Cody got up and put a rack on the hearth and arranged potato packets and slid the rack into the top slot. The sliced tenderloin in olive oil and peppers went on the lower grate in front with the broccoli behind it, and needed to stand at temperature for a few minutes. He sat back down and Looked up at BDB.

"You really are a prick sometimes, handsome."

"I know. Part of the package."

A rumble from my left "Part of the act you mean, Sergeant"

"Yes, sir."

Cody led this time, surprisingly.

"Matt, Brad is a Sergeant in our US Army Special Forces, and the Captain is a Navy SEAL. Do you know what either of those things mean?"

Matt shook his head and said "No. I'm not sure that I do entirely other than these guys go first."

"Exactly. They go first. Clyde and Brad have served alongside each other in the past and have been reunited here somewhat by chance, somewhat by design, and that is what Stuart is waiting to tell you about. Sea. Air. Land. SEAL. Clyde is the guy you never want to see, although it is doubtful that you would ever see him if you were a target. He is a sniper, an intelligence officer, and leads special forces units to complete missions against enemy combatants, often covertly. Brad leads a Special Forces unit from the Army division in support on those missions. Is that a fair explanation, sirs?"

Both men nodded.

"I have mated, or partnered with Brad, and Stuart and Clyde have similarly bonded. Lifetime commitments. I happen to be government myself, employed by an agency that develops strategy and weapons for the military, so Luke and Stuart are the only ones here not affiliated somehow with the military. This is Brad's home and I oversee its care and maintenance, including putting the meat and vegetables on now."

As he slid the rack in, Matt raised his eyebrows and looked around the group and at Clyde's hand resting possessively on my steel corded thigh. The steak was already sizzling by the time Cody sat back down. Matt looked at Lukas perplexed.

"Stuart and Clyde will both explain Luke's presence after dinner. Stuart seems intent on giving that extra time, and Brad and I both understand why. So does Luke."

Luke looked at Cody and nodded, solemnly, staring into the fire.

"Dinner's ready guys. Captain... your seating arrangement as you wish, please. Luke... Grab a rack?"

I followed the boys and Cody asked me to microwave a pack of tortillas already wrapped on the top shelf of the fridge and to set out salsa and sauces and ramekins of cheese he and Luke had prepared. The guys set the racks on the wooden blocks and I scattered the condiments and spoons about, and set out the tortillas.

Clyde offered the center seat on one side to Matt, to his left Brad, to his right me, and he took the seat across from Matt, to his left Cody, to his right Luke.

That was deliberately random and separated partners from physical interaction. Clyde had something up his sleeve. This was an interview and Matt didn't know it.

As we sat down after Cody and Luke had gotten drinks for everyone I couldn't wait and opened my packets and built a tortilla with steak and peppers, onions, cheese, and lots of hot sauce. I wasn't alone. Everyone at the table was ravenous. We all dug in.

I was all the way trough the first taco build, and Clyde looked across at Matt and asked "Matt, how long have you been with your company?"

"Five years now, sir."

"Where are y'all located? I saw the logo on the truck and didn't recall seeing you listed or advertised."

Oh. Shit. I could tell already where this was leading. Clyde thought we had a fox in the hen house.

"You may not have, sir. We're a small tech startup, not that old. We advertise in trade magazines. We primarily do small scale wind and solar installations and energy cells, that sort of thing, but this was a big job so we jumped at the opportunity to tie an exterior heating system into an array."

"Lucas, when you and Matt were in the basement earlier, did he do any installation work?"

"Yes sir... There's a new sub panel adjacent to the main panel and it's wired into the main panel already."

"Cody."

Cody got up from the table and went to the basement.

"Matt, I would like to finish dinner with you. What would you like to talk about?"

"Sir?"

"We either talk or sit here and stare at each other. What would you like to talk about?"

Brad was still eating, slowly, being very attentive. I noticed that the vacant chair next to him was pulled out slightly. I was certain there was hardware on it.

"I have more questions, if you don't mind, sir."

"Fire away, Matt."

Cody returned. Looked at Clyde. I had the connection with Code.

`what's up buddy?'

`It's a signal jammer and can short out the entire system. I disconnected it.'

`explosives?'

`No.'

I quickly relayed it to Clyde.

"I have one for you before you start Matt."

"Why did you intend to take out Brad's solar array, his entire electrical system, and jam his signals?"

Matt sat in silence, looking at his plate.

"Matt... I would say your day with us is over, unless you have an explanation. Stuart will see you out."

`Make him forget. Make him remember he installed the device and it was operational, but nothing after.'

`Done.'

Matt got up and I walked him to the truck.

"Hope you had a good time, Matt"

"I did, sir."

"Good. Have a safe drive, and Matt... remember, we won't need you to complete the installation. If you come back onto the property we will have you arrested by the US military for trespass on their property. Thank you for everything."

I made him forget everything between the installation and my farewell.

The lights of the truck receded down the hill. I walked back inside and Cody already had the screens open verifying his exit.

"Code, contact your superiors. We'll need a new installer."

"Already done, sir."

"They didn't know who he was and will have guards past the first bend in the drive tomorrow verifying credentials."

Luke looked at me. "Will he remember...?"

"None of it, Luke. Just hooking up the device."

I sat and looked at Clyde.

"Something didn't fit. I can't describe it."

"Well, it was a good read. I'm done eating."

"Cody... you're not going to get shit over this are you?"

"Already did. Too late."

"School us all in screening protocols and whatever else you need Code. You can't own it all."

"OK Stu."

"I'm not going to stand for anyone giving you shit. Neither will these two."

"Thank God it wasn't a bomb. Wait... Code... did you screen..."

"Yes... the entire basement. None of the locks on the elevators were tampered with and the devices all showed negative to reagents and any devices."

"Good."

Luke was sad, and it wasn't over losing a decent lay.

"He didn't carry away anything we gave him, Luke, and you didn't do anything wrong. If anything it was my fault."

Clyde was a rat bastard, but he was right. "Stuart's right... he was too anxious for you Luke... He even said himself he was hasty."

"There's no blame here for being human," Cody interjected.

"No harm, no foul."

Cody and Luke were cleaning up dinner, stowing stuff for leftovers and snacks.

Clyde looked at me and said "You had protein and peppers and onions; I watched you. Did you get any broccoli?"

"No."

He put some on my plate. "You'll be bitchy later if you don't."

I smiled... ate it. I looked at him and he was sparkling at me.

He turned to Cody "Do we need to dismantle it to check for a transmitter?"

"Done. All the other boards are OK."

I sighed and looked at Clyde.

`That had to be the cult.'

`We don't know that.'

`Is the DARPA detail going to be capable of protection?'

He shrugged. The dog came pacing over to me, back and forth, sensing my restlessness. I got up and walked out the back door, with her in tow.

`where are you going?'

I didn't fucking answer. I thought of static.

I had been sitting on the edge of the flat rock for twenty minutes or so listening to the river below and looking at the stars when I felt an arm graze mine as I got companion legs on the ledge with mine. I looked over. Luke. I sighed and looked back up at Orion.

"I'm sorry, buddy."

"Not your fault, sir. You wanted me to have companionship."

"Not that kind."

The dog stirred from where she had been laying beside me, occasionally sighing, got up and went and sniffed Luke. He scritched her and she shivered and smiled, laid down with her head on his leg.

"You mean a lot to me, Lucas. You could have been hurt."

"I wasn't hurt, Stuart."

"Thank God."

I put my arm on his shoulder and we stared at the night sky, not saying anything.

He fell into my arm and put his head on my shoulder.

"It's nice to have people around me that care, Stuart. Thank you for being one of them."

If shit like that doesn't break your heart... you have no heart. Never accepted, never loved for who he was. Part of me wished I had been holding that automatic rifle that night. The job got done, regardless. The bitch was gone and Lukas had family now.

"We're your family bud. That won't change."

"Sir?"

"Yes, Luke?"

"The captain is feeling pretty sad right now. He said you blocked him."

"I did, Luke. I wanted to be alone for a little bit."

"I hope my coming out here was OK."

"Yes, Luke. It was very OK. I think Clyde knew that it would be. He sent you didn't he?"

"Sort of. He said if you would want to see anyone right now it would be me."

"He was right. He's pretty smart."

"Yes sir... and way nicer than he looks."

I laughed out loud and smiled at him. The blue lasers were twinkling at me in the starlight.

"He's sitting on the front porch with a fire, sir. alone."

"That sounds serious, Lukas."

"He took a bottle of bourbon and a cigar and went out alone. Cody said to leave him to himself."

"Sounds like I better go attend to the Captain, Luke. You want to come along back with me?"

"You go ahead, sir. I like it here, me and the dog. We'll be fine."

"Thanks Luke."

"Thank you, Stuart. For everything."

I started up the path toward the cabin and looked back and the dog hadn't moved, Luke gently stroking her coat. She was almost purring from his touch.

The stairs didn't even creak as I mounted the porch. Rounding the corner, there he was on the bench we had occupied earlier, tossing back a shot of bourbon, neat. He had ¾ of his cigar left so he hadn't been here that long. I stood there barefoot and shirtless staring at him. He was staring at his feet on the floor, and hadn't noticed me.

`Hi.'

He looked up. His eyebrows raised and I saw tears in his eyes. He was smiling.

`Yeah. Me, too.'

`I didn't mean to imply earlier that what happened was your fault.'

`You didn't, you were being supportive of me trying to take the load off Luke. I understood that.'

`Then why...'

`Because it was mostly true. Had I not been anxious for Luke to have a companion, it may not have happened. I needed to think about that. Alone.'

`Come to any conclusions?'

`Yes. My good intentions were not entirely reckless but none the less unwisely implemented. If we're to be good guardians that is exactly what we have to start being. He's not a pet. He's a fine young man and we need to look out for him.'

Clyde was staring at me like it was the first time he had ever seen me.

`You ARE the same man I was fucking earlier today, right? The same one that tried to kill me in the boat?'

`Yep... the same guy that sent Matt off with a persistent recurring erection that totally goes away in the company of women. Same one.'

Clyde's jaw dropped and he raised his eyebrows looking at me. I smiled and nodded.

He started laughing. He laughed so hard he grabbed his stomach. He was having a hard time breathing. He could probably be heard for miles.

"OH SHIT that's fucking funny" he finally said out loud, wiping the tears out of his eyes, reaching for a napkin, blowing his nose.

"Remind me never to piss you off."

He chuckled.

I heard the jingle of dog tags followed by the girl circling Clyde's bench before finally laying down by the hearth, and then bare feet rounded the corner with Luke attached to them.

"Thanks for rescuing the waterbug Luke."

"He was sitting on the edge of a cliff, sir" Luke smirked.

"Listening to the river, staring at Orion, no doubt." Clyde smiled at me.

"That appeared to be exactly what he was doing, sir."

"Want an adult beverage, Lukas?"

"Nosir... I have a can of Mello Yello calling me inside right now."

"You can join us if you like, Luke. We will probably make up a bed and sleep here by the fire tonight."

"I would like that very much. Thank you. I will."

"Let BDB and Code know they can join us as well if they like."

I set about making the requisite furnishing adjustments to make a bed and quilts, pillows happen, and put a couple more logs on the fire, leaving a bench and a table on the cabin wall side of the bed so we would have a place to sit and make drinks or smoke.

Door seals. Bare feet on wood planks. beautiful blond man taking a spot on the bench with Clyde. I grabbed a chair and took up the spot by the door facing the table next to them.

"Cody and Brad are already laying down, Captain. Cody set out candles and all the lights are already off. He lit a fire in the fireplace also."

"Sounds like they had similar ideas."

"Yes sir."

I stripped and laid down on the bed face down in the firelight and watched the flames, listening to the waterfall Clyde had dropped today, smiling.

"Captain?"

"Yes Luke?"

"What was it like for you running the river today?"

"Luke, Stuart is under the impression that SEALs don't get scared. That was the first time I ran a river, and it was frightening. Luckily Stuart gave me a briefing on a mindset to carry with me or I would have fought the river and ended up in very bad trouble. In hindsight it was his insight that helped me overcome fear and navigate the drops. It was difficult and a lot of work but it went very well and I owe my ass to Stuart's guidance."

"You owe your ass to those big assed guns of yours."

"Partially that, but your skinny ass helped a lot."

Luke observed me in the firelight.

"Captain... that is NOT a skinny ass, sir."

"Shh, Luke. He thinks thin."

Luke laughed.

"Are you two clowns going to stay up there piling on or are you coming down here where we can do guy shit like smell each other's armpits?"

They capitulated and two large naked men sandwiched me between them. I closed my eyes and almost immediately drifted away on their scent.