Devil Dawg Donnelly's
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Part Seven:
"Breath it in boy's" Max Donnelly proudly proclaimed, standing there with his hands on his hips as he inhaled the fresh clean woodland air of the Devil Dawg Compound.
Max watched as Carl McGregor, his two boy's Billy and JD and of course Baxter Whitmore the boy he viewed as much a son as his own biological offspring, started unloading all the supplies and equipment they had brought from the beds of the two trucks they had just arrived in.
It was late afternoon when they finally pulled into the compound, about a 3 hour drive from the Marine base located in Albany to reach the compound in the rolling forrested hills a short distance from Macon.
Half an hour of that drive was after they turned off the main road down the solitary gravel topped red clay based road that wound through the dense forrested hills to reach the remote and very isloated Devil Dawg compound.
They had pulled up right in front of the large rustic log cabin style communal lodge building.
The structure was oblong in shape, about 70feet in length and 40 foot in width and it's steep slate roof reached a nearly 25 foot height.
Inside, it had a large communal room with a massive stone fireplace on one side. Huge log rafters stretched side to side across the upper walls to a central row of log pillared support beams that cut down the entire center of the room.
Large caste iron chandeliers with about 5 kerosene lamps each, hung about every 8 feet apart down this central row and served as the main source of lighting for the building when lit.
There was only one main common room and it took up almost 3/4ths of the length of the building, the far right end, the one that faced the lake, held the kitchen, larder and pantry.
This was a structure meant for large meetings and gatherings. Billy, JD and Baxter have all been inside the place many times with their dad and Carl, but in all the years they have been coming here, they had never seen or been part of any gatherings or get togethers that would have required the use of such a large facility.
They did know that from time to time their dad, Carl and even uncle Hank would travel here to take part in such gatherings, but that was for adults only, according to their dad.
They didn't know how many people showed up for these events (Billy guessed he was going to find out before the end of the month) but the building could easily hold a large number of people, well over a hundred maybe more.
Billy noted that the parking area that they were now unloading in was big enough to handle at least 20 maybe 30 cars, so he guessed these functions could get rather large at times.
There was a path that started at the far left end of the parking area that went beside the left end of the lodge and went back a ways into the woods where the cabin the always stayed in was located.
Like the lodge, it was built log cabin style with a front porch that spanned the entire front length of it.
As you entered the cabin you came into the largest room, a stone fireplace directly on the opposite wall, with two leather coaches juxtaposed to each other sideways right in front of it.
The cabin had two loft style rooms that you climbed crude hand cut wood steps to reach on either end; those served as the sleep areas with room enough for two twin beds each with a small dresser between them for any clothes they brought.
Under the one loft was a simple kitchen with an island between it and the main room and often served as a bar or serving area from the kitchen, on the opposite side was a large round table where everyone would gather for meals or card games.
Kerosene lamps mounted on the walls served as the evening/nightime lighting, there are no electricity or plumbing fixtures anywhere in the compound other thansome hand pump wells from which they got fresh water, there are severasl outhouses and even a water tower that collected rain water and had a couple of large shower heads with a chain that openned the flow of water when you pulled on them out in front of the structure, completely open air.
Billy fondly remembered how as kids they seldom even wore clothes the entire time they were here, most of their time was usually spent down by the small stream fed lake either hanging out on the large dock, cooking out on charcoal/wood grills or fishing and of course to dive off of into the cool clear waters; several canoes where stored in a small shed close to the lake shore and even while canoeing they seldom if ever wore clothing.
The only time clothing was actually necessary was times like now, when they'd be mowing and using the weed eaters, or cutting wood, but when the chores were done, Billy was sure every one of them would strip down and head for the cool refreshing waters of the lake and he'd bet good money that they stayed off for the rest of the evening and night.
Billy helped his dad and Carl unload the riding mower from the back of Carls truck, while Baxter and JD carried the coolers, grocery's and duffle bags to the cabin.
Billy couldn't help but notice how quite JD had been all afternoon after he said goodbye to Timmy, he'd noted how JD had even walked him out to his little red jeep and talked to him privately before Timmy drove off to head on home; dad had invited Timmy to come along, but Timmy was certain his parents would never approve of that, just spending what time he did with JD was hard enough to explain since he knew they definitely would not approve of him hanging out with him, especially after the local gossip mill had spread and of course embellished ever lurid detail of JD's indescretions last fall.
Billy had also noted Baxters pensive mood, he seemed off, not his usual cheerful self at all and Billy wondered if he was still upset about not being able to attend his coming of age ceremony to be held in three weeks.
He hoped Baxter didn't blame him for that, he had no say in it after all, if there was anyone he'd want to be there it would be Baxter, he was still having a hard time accepting it as well.
Billy made a mental note to make sure he brought that up to Baxter later, maybe reassuring him would help change his mood, then again Billy was only guessing, maybe somethng else was on his mind, either way, once they had some time alone he'd do his best to get him to talk about it. There was no one more important in Billy's world than his life long friend and best bud Baxter, they always told each other everything, no secrets meant no regrets and no judgements. Open door, open book, it's what made their friendship what it is today.
It was that line of thought that made him realize, he definitely needed to talk to him about what happened today, he was sure Baxter would get totally grossed out that he had gotten a blow job and fucked a fag today and even weirder, that his dad and uncle Carl were cool with it, remembering Carl had even said that his dad had had sex with guys before, that blew Billy's mind the more he thought about it and the way his dad was treating Timmy? He didn't even want to go there with that mental image.
He just had to make sure that he reassured Baxter that in no way shape or form was he any kind of fucking queer, he was just a really horny guy tired of using his own hand and it wasn't like he'd be repeating that very often, he wouldn't be going anywhere near any faggot after his 18th birthday, after that , it was big firm tits and wet pussy only for him and any queers could just fuck the hell off, though he had to admit doing Timmy was pretty awesome, but he didn't need to tell Baxter that part.
By early evening most of the general area had been mowed and trimmed around the cabin and around the lodge itself, there was still the areas suurounding the parking lot to do and of course any usable shoreline on this side of the lake still needed trimmed, but the biggest areas yet needing mowed and trimmed were the path that led to the large clearing that held the ceremonial structures and around the structures themselves.
The ceremonial grounds always held a large mysterious fascination for Billy and all the other boy's growing up, they would often go there to hang out and dream about what secret rituals and rites that were performed there, always imagining the most grand pagentries or just to scare each other with lurid freightening tales of animal or human sacrifices, envisioning brutal gladitorial combatants squaring off in savage displays of violent and bloody masculine supremacy.
The structures themself lent to their mysterious adolescent imaginations and speculations.
The six foot wide stone paved path that wound through the dense shrubs and trees ended about 100 yards into a large low, flat grassy valley with hills on three sides, forming like a natural bowl shape in the center.
The entire flat area was stone paved and the path cut through a semi circle four step stone ampitheater.
On the opposite side was the tallest of the foliage and tree dense hills reaching a maximum height of about 40 feet. A large square stone arch, about 14 feet high jutted out near the base of the hillside, the structure seemed to cut right into the hill itself but the arch had 10 foot tall 8 foot wide large metal doors that had several large metal locks that prevented anyone from entering.
Six stone steps, about twenty feet wide led down from the entrance onto an oblong stone dias that had two twelve foot stone pylons (about two square foot wide at the base) that were perpendicular and about 6 feet apart. The inside surface of the pylons facing each other had two large metal rings about a foot off the ground and another set roughly about 6 feet from the ground. On the front and back side of the stone pylons, metal torches protruded eight feet up, the scorch marks above them attested to their use.
The front of the elevated dias descended about 6 more steps before giving way to the stone paved ground, at the center of the ampitheater is a large circular fire pitt, which was obviously used for large bonfires.
Taken in whole and to the casual observer, it was quite impressive if not more than a little ominous and daunting in appearance, especially to young impressionable minds rife with over active imaginations.
As the sun began to dip bellow the tops of the trees, Max Donnelly signaled a stop to the yard work for the day shaking his head with approval at the work so far accomplished.
"Lets get the equipment cleaned up and put away for the night" Max barked then continued with a big smile, then lets get naked and jump in that lake and cool off and clean up before we fix some chow." the last two parts enlisted hardy cheers from his makeshift work crew.
"Did I forget to mention? Max paused for effect: "Beers all around tonight boys!" That brought more than a few hoots, fist bumps and grunts of approval.
After dinner Max Donnelly sat, still naked on one of the two leather couches and watched admiringly as Carl, who had just finished collecting all the dirty paper plates, napkins, plastic utensils and empty beer cans into plastic garbage bags, now proceeded to haul his and Max's duffle bags up to the far left loft, as he ascended the steep rough hune wood steps, Max couldn't help ogle his lifelong friend and companions ample dirty blond, fur covered bubble butt. Max especially enjoyed the dense thicket of pubic hair between his tight crack a site that never failed to make his cock stir and plump up.
Max absentmindedly fluffed his own big haiy balls and reached for his expanding cock before catching himself, suddenly remembering who was there with him and willed his dick to go down, no need shocking the boys any more than he had already today, but he knew the time was coming when that cat would claw it's way out of the bag. Max kew with both Billy's and Baxters up coming ceremonies and both ceremonies being so close together, that a lot of things that they have thus far been protected from, would come bursting to the surface, but oddly enough, of the two, Max worried more about Baxter.
Ever since the boy was 12 and entered puberty, both Max and Carl's senses confirmed what they had often speculated about the boy. Long before puberty they could see the way he looked at Billy, but once puberty hit the pheromones kicked in and it removed any doubts they had as to what Baxter was feeling, the smell at times, especially in close quarters could be over powering, Max often mused that Carl was secretly appreciative of the effect the boys raging hormones had on Max's libido, a libido that Carl often vicariously benifited from.
But they also couldn't help notice that Billy was completely clueless about it, but they knew that was about to change, once Billy claimed his heritage on his 18th birthday, that secret will out itself, if what they suspected about Billy pans out to be true and they were both absolutely certain it was, then they still felt, at least on Billy's part, there would be no problem. No, they both agreed the biggest hurdle will be keeping them apart until Baxter undergoes his own ceremony, then the natural order of things will sort them out, but letting nature take it's course meant it was going to be imparative they keep Billy and Baxter apart after Billy' ceremony until Baxter goes through his, Max and Carl were already working on a plan for that and Max just had a few minor details to work out and of course get Baxters mothers approval, then keeping them apart shouldn't be to big of an issue, because neither would suspect that that is what was happening.
But right now, Max was a little concerned with what he was picking up from Baxter and he worried that Baxter might be on the precipice of doing something that could complicate things. It was only a minor worry, he and Carl both agreed that after all was said and done, the problem would resolve itself. But if Baxters internal turmoil pushed things to far, it could make things a bit unnecessarily hectic for awhile at least until the two boys have both come into their Heritage. But Max was hoping his little machinations would forstal that from happening, he didn't want to see either of the boy's go through an emotional rough patch that would temporarily strain their relationship.
Billy was getting a little worried about his friend, Baxter had seemed pensive all afternoon, even distracted, definitely not his usual self, He also couldn't help but noticed, that while the rest of them were running around (as usual while at the compound) completely naked, Baxter had slipped a pair of shorts on, something he had never done when they were kids, that was one of the things they use to really like doing as soon as they got here, both enjoying the sense of freedom that came from running around butt ass naked, it always had felt quite liberating.
As JD went up in the loft to unpack his duffle bag, Billy seized the oportunity to nudge his best friend saying: Hey bro, follow me." as he jumped up from the porch step they had been sitting on and ran down the path toward the Lodge.
Billy kept looking back to make sure Baxter was following as he ran full out in an unissued challenge to his best bud to catch him.
As hard as he tried Baxter was a few feet behind Billy as their race ended at the dock with Billy throwing his hands up in victory, jumping up and down and proudly proclaiming: "And the crowd goes wild, at the humilating defeat of Baxter Whitmore by the undefeatable machine that is Billy Donnelly!" Billy cheered himself with his hands raised in the air dancing around when an unamused Baxter pushed Billy into the dark waters of the lake.
"There's your reward Baxter mockingly laughed, while doing his own side step shuffle dance then shaking his ass at a very wet Billy and laughingly joked: "kiss this Billy."
"Get your ass in here Whitmore and I'll do a lot more than that" Billy laughingly goaded.
Baxter whipped off his shorts and jumped in cannon ball style within a couple of feet of Billy, splashing then dunking him almost simultaneously.
For the next 15 to 20 minutes Billy and Baxter splashed, raced, dunked each other and wreslted in the cool night time waters of the lake, just like they did so many times as kids until finally, out of breath and muscles beginning to ache slightly, they hauled themselves from the water and lay side by side on the dock staring up into the star filled night sky until their heart rates dropped and their breathing became less labored.
Baxter finally sat up staring off across the lake, Billy could sense him tense up again and just as he was about to reach out to touch his friends shoulder and ask him if something was wrong, Baxter stood up and started searching for his discarded shorts.
After finding them and slipping them back on he turned to Billy and said they should be getting back, that he was tired and they had a long day tommorrow and he wanted to get some sleep.
Billy knew something was up, and with the way he felt Baxter was acting he suspected that it had to do with something about him.
Had Baxter caught on about what happened yesterday ot this morning? Did he suspect or did he overhear something someone said, maybe his dad and Carl had discussed it and Baxter over heard.
Billy wracked his brain about the possibilities.
Baxter had already begun walking back in the direction of the cabin, and Billy jogged to catch up with him, but continued to ponder what to say to his best friend, how he could broach the subject, but ultimately they just both walked back to the cabin in silence, neither speaking, deep in their own thoughts.
The next day things remained pretty much the same between them.
By lunch time they'd mowed and trimmed almost 2/3rd's of the ceremonial grounds and had stopped for a lunch break consisting simply of old cut sandwiches and chips.
Billy noticed that Baxter didn't come over and sit with him as he usualy would but instead went off on his own and sat on the steps leading up to the dias with the pylons,
Billy went over to the icechest and grabbed a couple of bottles of water nd went over to his best friend, his concern mounting. It was time to have that talk Billy thought to himself, he hated keeping things from Baxter and he just knew Baxter could somehow sense he was and was now upset with him for it and as Billy saw it, how could he blame him, he should have told Baxter what he found out about JD and Timmy, even before he lured and manuevered Timmy into giving him a blowjob.
Billy was also consumed by guilt, twice he had lied to his friend, something he had never done before; he had lied when Baxter messaged him after he caught JD and Timmy together, telling Baxter that they weren't doing anything.
It's not that Billy didn't want to share his plan with Baxter, he was more afraid Baxter woud be repulsed and think Billy some sort of fag instead of just some super horny guy who just wanted to get off, no Bily didn't tell him because he was more afraid Baxter would stop him and Billy really wanted that blow job!
The second time he lied to Baxter was the next morning when he called him and told him he couldn't work out that day because he had work to do around the house, when in fact he was meeting with Timmy.
Billy had always planned to tell Baxter, and he was now sure that the fact he hadn't was somehow now coming between them, it was a probem that Billy intended to rectify right now, as he walked over to his friend and shoved a bottle of water under his nose: "Drink" he simply stated: "You gotta stay hydrated." Baxter accepted the drink and gave Billy a simple smile and a nod as he sat down next to him, close enough to feel the heat eminating from his body but still enough space that their skin didn't touch.
Baxter's thoughts raced almost as fast as the heart within his chest, he knew had to do this, he had to tell Billy how he felt, prove he had a back bone and face him and in so doing free himself.
"I got a confessiion" Billy blurted out, just as Baxter was about to speak.
"I lied to you" he paused trying to look his friend in the eye's but let his gaze drop to his feet before adding; "Actually I lied twice."
Baxters head was swirling, one moment he had built himself up to revealing everything to Billy and the next Billy is blabbering on about lying to him. Baxter was confused and was trying to clear his mind and focus and redirect his previous thoughts on what Billy was now saying.
Baxter listened as Billy told him he had lied about what he found out about JD and that he lied to him a second time when he canceled their work out session at the gym the next day.
"Dude" Billy said pleadingly: "I was thrown for a loop and I just wasn't ready to discuss it right then" he frowned at the confused look on Baxters face, knowing he was going to have to be more forth coming than that.
"I'm confused" Baxter said, shaking his head, still trying to refocus from his previous train of thought. "You, lied to me?" he said pointing to himself while looking quisically at his friend.
Billy felt he had to pick up the pace before he lost the courage to say what he felt needed saying.
"Timmy's a fag and I think my little brother might be too" he blurted out, all hushed like, so no one else could hear him, no one but Baxter that is.
Baxter felt the blood drain from his face and his heart skip a few beats as he heard the vehemence in the way Billy said "fag", but also curious how he came to think that his brother and his friend Timmy were so inclined.
Billy quickly laid out the course of events from the time he spied through his brothers window to the next day right up to the part where he fucked Timmy's ass but he cut short of telling him about their dad catching them or how much he had really enjoyed the experience. When he was done, he stared into his friends now pale face, who just sat there staring at the ground and saying nothing...
Billy panicked, taking Baxters silence as disapproval, maybe even rejection or worse yet, judgement. Defensively he quickly spat out: "I swear man, I'm not a fucking fag dude" he said pleading his case, Baxter noting there was almost a hint of desperation in his voice.
"You know I'm not!" Billy insisted before adding: " I'm no more a fucking queer than you are" he concluded sounding more like a suplication than a statement of fact.
Baxter stood up and took a couple of steps, his thoughts racing his heart sinking heavily in his chest now thankfull he hadn't confessed what had been eating at him, any thought of making that confession to Billy was now gone.
Baxter came to the brutal realization, one made from self preservation, that the guy he had so long thought of as a brother, the best friend who would always have his back, the one person he believed and hoped would at least understand, maybe (as he had fantasized so many times) in some small part even share, in fact felt the exact opposite.
Baxter turned and looked Billy in the eye's as if seeing him truly for the first time and not liking what he saw.
In that moment, seeing the suplicating, near desperation in Billy's eye's, Baxter did what he had always done, the mental cages that held the beast back within his mind got slammed shut, and pushed back into the darkest recesses of his conciousness.
Baxter smiled at Billy, a smile as fake and as superficial as Baxter now thought his relationship and friendship with him had always been.
No, he wasn't blaming Billy, he was exactly as he had always been. what has now suddenly changed is Baxters perception of him, the recognition that he and Billy were actually polar opposites. He also saw more than a bit of self grandiosity, riddled with toxic veins of superficial sexual superiority stemming perhaps from some weak masculine insecurity and a false sense of entitlement.
He was in fact, just Billy, a guy like any other guy and they were (as Baxter now recognized) just buddies, two guys who just shared a couple of similar interest, nothing more than that.
Billy saw his friends smile and jumped to his feet and through his arm over his shoulder, feeling happy he had gotten all that off his chest and cleared the air between them, certain that they were squared and back on track, barely noticing Baxter shrugging his arm off before turning and punching him on the shoulder.
"Hands to yourself fag" Billy taunted as he dashed away from Billy, who just laughed, then chased after him catching up and began a playful shoving match between the two of them as they rejoined the others.
Billy was happy he had cleared the air between them, thankful his friend, by all appearances was back to his fun, playful self.
Baxter knew what was expected of him, he had played this part for more years than he cred to recall, but mentally he was busy burying all the emotions he had always carried for Billy, accepting and inwardly embracing the death of those feelings, knowing they were never shared and never would be. On the inside, Baxter felt like a light had gone out, a light that use to warm him but now was cold and dark, a light that would never shine again.