Marc and Doug got to the bunkhouse ten minutes after Paul and Buck. Paul was sitting up with his legs stretched out, and Buck was lying on the sofa with his head on Paul's thigh. Paul was watching the news on TV, or trying to. Buck was watching Paul, and attempting to cop a feel whenever he thought Paul was engrossed enough in the TV. Marc handed his brother the eight by tens then stood behind the sofa with Doug looking over his shoulders so they could all look at them together. The first picture was of Doug in the bedroom stretching. Marc pronounced it as being only of fair quality, but not good enough to be enlarged for Doug's wall. Buck snatched it and admired it.
"Wow!" Buck exclaimed in his adult gravelly voice. The camera caught Doug in profile; his head was turned to face down below the lens with his eyes half closed and the beginnings of a yawn forming on his mouth. His reasonably thick cock extended out from his body it's normal four inches when flaccid and drooped just below horizontal. Anyone looking at the picture that'd never seen the real deal would think him fully hard and sadly under equipped for it to be attached to an otherwise splendid young swimmer's physique.
"Can I have this one, if it's no good to you?" Buck asked Marc. "I'll frame it for my bedroom," he added happily.
Doug laughed. "Yeah right, get serious. If your father ever saw that, he'd probably send a goon squad out to get me."
"No, he wouldn't, he wouldn't be laughing either after I told him that this is how you look BEFORE you get hard, and that you and I finally got together and it feels as good as it looks." Buck explained matter of factly, then added. "By the way, the big guys in business suits always hanging around the house are body guards, not goons."
Doug and Paul were laughing, but Doug wasn't. "Well thank you very much for sharing that with us. You crazy little bastard, you're going to get me killed."
Buck shrugged and giggled. "I think every father would kind of like to know how well hung whoever porks their daughter the first time. Wouldn't it be the same for a gay son? Don't worry I won't detail the actual porking, just that it happened, I liked it and we're going to room together at school this fall, with Marc, so he needs to use his juice to get us one of those big rooms by September."
Doug was justifiably speechless, almost. "Are, are you laying there telling me that your dad knows about you, and you, you already told him about ME?" He squeaked nervously. "You didn't even know about me until tonight. Fucking sonofabitch! Here I fall for the best looking little stud in the whole school, and he turns out to be a fucking fruit cake, crazy ass basket case!" Doug moaned as he walked toward a king size mattress, which was placed in the corner of the big room so that it was near open French doors. The fieldstone wall containing the raised hearth fireplace was the perpendicular wall. This was officially Doug's wall according to Marc. The mattress was made up as a bed with black sheets and pillows. Marc already pointed it out to Doug earlier as their summertime bed in the bunkhouse. Doug threw himself down on his stomach and covered his head with a pillow to shut out the continued gales of laughter coming from his new friends.
Marc was industriously working while he laughed, lighting fifty assorted size candles positioned along the sitting wall created by extending the hearth out in both directions at the foot of the wall. When he got to the candles near the makeshift bed he just walked across it and stepped over Doug, after pausing long enough to thump Doug's cute little bubble butt with his bare foot. Of course he couldn't resist a few conciliatory words while he worked. "Hey Douggie, I just thought of something. If Buck's dad, Big Buck, kills you for molesting his little boy, which, I just happen to have photographic proof of. I'll just bet you he'd hire my dad to defend him since we're neighbors now. Dad would make a fortune and Big Buck would get off because Dad would pack the jury with bible thumpers who hate you queers. Of course you'd still be dead. Boy, what a waste of cock."
Doug responded with another moan and a, "Fuck you too Marc," although both were very muffled when he pulled the pillow down tighter around his head.
Buck still grinned as he left Paul and the evidence Marc mentioned, and started to crawl toward Doug on the bed. "Hold it little guy," Doug said and pushed Buck out flat on the carpet with his foot. "I just noticed. You're wearing a fire engine red jock. I have one just like it. Where'd you get yours?" He wondered with a grin.
Buck stood up and posed. "I found it abandoned in a locker in the field house. I wore a navy blue one to work out, then after Paul and I showered, which by the way I liked very much. I thought I should wear this one because it goes better with my blond hair. Why?" He asked, the picture of innocence, marred by a grin.
"I believe both of them are mine, and the locker in question was not abandoned."
"You can have them back as soon as I get them washed. They don't fit me very well. You must order them special with an extra small cup." Buck grabbed his prominent bulge through the elastic material. I'd sure hate to go through life with such a beautiful body and small cock." Buck started running and giggling before he finished talking. He stopped when he stood behind Paul and the sofa.
Marc laughed but didn't chase him. "You sure have a big wise ass mouth for such a shrimp." He looked down to see Doug's shoulders shaking, because he was laughing so hard. "Look at poor Douggie. He's bawling like a baby. He's scared, because your father is going to kill him as soon as he sees that set of prints." Marc put his lighter down, then sat on Doug's ass and started to tickle him. Doug pushed the pillow away and started struggling.
Buck couldn't resist joining in Doug's tickle torture. He ran over and lay across Doug's back to hold him down. Suddenly, Marc grabbed him and Doug joined Marc in holding the smaller boy down on his back and tickling him until he screamed for mercy. Then just as suddenly, the tickling stopped. Marc left him with Doug and finished lighting the candles hurriedly while he watched them out of the corner of his eye.
Doug sat up and smiled down at Buck as he slowly hooked his fingers under the jock's bright red waistband and pulled it down Buck's legs then tossed it to the floor. He lay down again with half his weight on Buck's chest then kissed him slowly and deeply while their arms circled each other. Doug pulled away and whispered into Buck's open mouth, "If I'm going to get killed, I may as well enjoy you until it happens."
Buck reached up with his tongue to lick the tip of Doug's nose before he answered in a tiny voice meant only for Doug to hear. "Did you mean it when you said you fell for me?" Doug smiled and nodded imperceptibly. "Oh wow!" Buck managed before he was cut off by Doug's lips, his open mouth and questing tongue. He locked his arms around Doug as tightly as he could then rolled him until Doug was on his back and he was snuggled comfortably and completely atop the taller boy. He even spread his legs to match Doug's. Their matching erections lay alongside each other pressed into Doug's almost rippled, youthful gut.
They continued to make out with each other while their hands traveled each other's body. They ignored the near continuous soft shutter clicking and film advance whirring of Doug's camera as he photographed them. Then quickly forgot he was even near them. Doug lifted Buck with his hands between them; just enough until he felt Buck's cock slip over his balls and drop between his legs. When he allowed Buck to settle back on his body, Buck's cock pushed blindly into his crotch.
Buck lifted his head and smiled into Doug's eyes. "Oh no you don't," he whispered, "not until I get my fill of you." He wiggled his body while he pulled himself backward using his toes digging into the mattress. He gloried in the feel of Doug's cock as he dragged his chest over it, until he lay completely between Doug's legs except for his shoulders and head. He lowered his head and pressed Doug with his nose, then nuzzled and sniffed for Doug's scent all but masked by the harsher odors of sex. It was there, clean and fresh, indicative of a young vibrant male athlete whose sweat flushed pollutants away, out of his organs, blood, bone and muscles. He licked the pulsing shaft and it lifted itself to be licked more. Doug moaned. Buck looked up to see Doug's eyes squeezed closed in a head that thrashed from side to side while his lips formed a grimace. He realized that Doug was unused to having another body touch his, or a hand, or a mouth, that wasn't his own. Doug was fighting desperately not to come, a fight he was losing quickly. Buck opened his mouth wide and held Doug's cock up until his lips held it firmly. Then he lowered his head as he relaxed his throat muscles until his lips kissed a soft nest of reddish blond pubic hair which was just beginning to curl as it grew long enough, but would always remain soft to kiss or touch. Buck had no time to move his head to demonstrate his expertise through self-practice. Doug's pelvis curled itself toward Doug's head and his legs came up bent at the knees so he stood on his feet and shoulders. Buck could have weighed a ton and his body would have been dragged along as effortlessly. Buck held on and rode his lover's contortions like a leech while he got what he wanted with his mouth.
Buck was willing to suborn his own urgent needs and wait patiently while Doug rested, and was surprised when Doug grabbed him by his armpits and pulled him roughly back up his body, lifting his legs simultaneously, so Buck couldn't pin them down as he had earlier. "Happy now?" Doug asked and grinned while he reached down, found Buck's cock, and snuggled it in where he wanted it seconds, minutes, or hours ago. Buck grunted in surprise when Doug used his nuts as a handle to continue him moving forward and in and scrambled his little body to obey Doug's tactile command.
Buck suddenly found himself where he'd always dreamed of someday being, from the first time he saw Doug walk in the dinning hall. His hips remembered to begin moving by them selves. He bent and kissed Doug, said, "Thank you," aloud, kissed Doug again, then happily kept repeating himself, until at the depth of a plunge, he froze there. His expression was one of wonder, amazement and awe. His body convulsed and he felt his body surrendering every drop of his being deep into Doug's tightness and warmth. He thought.
Doug had other plans for his studly young lover, and none included rest. When Buck stretched and relaxed some of his weight on Doug's body, and his head went to Doug's shoulder for a little post coitus break; Doug started moving his hips under Buck. When he couldn't move enough to get Buck's attention, he locked his heels in under Buck's hard little ass cheeks and began levering himself up and down. He could feel that Buck was still harder than wilted, so he planned a second round. Buck noticed finally and raised himself on his elbows to grin as he looked down at Doug quizzically.
"That's right lover boy, I think there's more in there somewhere. That one was way too fast."
Buck giggled and thrust down to meet Doug tentatively, experimentally, playfully, and surprised himself with renewed hardness. Buck always planned and was content, even eager to have Doug as the man in their relationship and fuck balance although he agreed when Doug suggested it earlier. His thrusts become longer and deeper but were slower and more peaceful, and he thought far more enjoyable than his virgin effort. His reverie was interrupted by some nearby soft giggles and whispers. He looked to the side at the source.
He was surprised to see Paul, similarly mounted on Marc. Both grinned back at him. The two couples were close enough to touch. Paul's long easy thrusts matched his. "I think it's alive." Marc quipped with a louder giggle.
"Who?" Paul asked, "Our new little monster neighbor?" He wasn't expecting an answer, and continued as he watched two pairs of inexperienced eyes flick down over his body. "You can look all you want," he told them, "we are. You two were great. Looking is exciting. Check this out, then you try it," he instructed, as he lifted his body clear of Marc's, going into a rigid prone position over Marc, then started doing push ups so his glistening shaft was clearly visible as it slid up and down in Marc, the only place they touched.
Buck straightened his body and lifted himself, then looked down Doug's body, or started to, until his head bumped Doug's as Doug had the same idea of watching Buck's cock.
"Ouch Buck, be careful." Doug jokingly complained. "You're such an animal, I'll be sore for a week. I don't need to nurse a concussion too."
Buck giggled. "Hey, I'm the one doing the stroking here, but thanks for the compliment." He moved his head to one side so they could watch Buck's cock working without risking further injury.
Doug started looking back and forth between the two busy shafts comparing them. Then he impulsively reached over between Paul and Marc, and wrapped his long fingers around Paul so he fucked Doug's hand as well as Marc's ass.
"Oh wow! Holy shit!" Paul breathed, that feels so great." He leaned down and kissed Marc deeply, then raised his head up and strained his neck back until he stared at the ceiling and his loins crushed Doug's hand and arm trapping him. His magnificent gymnast's body shuddered violently and individual muscles developed ticks, like a stallion dislodging flies. That lasted only seconds until his thick arms gave out and he collapsed all his weight on his brother.
Air rushed from Marc's lungs with a whoosh, like he'd just been sucker punched. He didn't know which hurt more, his chest, or his cock and balls being crushed by Doug's forearm trapped between them exactly at the base of his cock where they met, and hopefully still met. He pushed weakly at Paul's inert shoulders. "Get off me, you big fucking lummox. I think I'm dying, I know I'm hurting." He complained mightily which kind of negated his claim of injuries.
Paul giggled and rolled to the side away from Buck and Doug so he could watch them and his brother dramatically check out his recently offended parts. "You're such a baby, always complaining." He answered, before he reached to hold Marc's super sensitized cock and cover it with his mouth, until there was none showing, but kept his eyes on Buck and Doug.
Doug's hands joined his heels in pulling Buck into him. Watching Paul's heroic ejaculation was enough to carry Buck over the brink, and he quickly matched Paul's contortions, but on a somewhat smaller scale. After Buck was spent a second time, Marc's moans got their attention and smiles as he held Paul's head roughly with two fists full of hair, and his body arched up to meet Paul's helpless head being pulled down. Buck rolled off Doug after his cock decided enough was enough, and retracted to its normal flaccid condition and popped out on its own.
Buck rested on his side with his head propped up with his hand. He casually reached to Doug's very excited hardness and started to jerk him off. Doug's body went rigid in readiness to explode. He didn't care at that point where his cum went after it left his body, but someone did.
Marc saw what Buck was doing and Doug's readiness. He dropped his brother's head like a hot potato and pushed him away, moving quickly to bat Buck's busy hand away. "Oh no you don't Bucky boy," Doug said replacing Buck's hand with his own. Then instead of continuing the jerk off, he yanked hard, pulling Doug's cock toward his legs. Doug yelped and scrambled to have his body keep up to where Marc wanted his cock. "I want this big old boy in me." He frowned at his brother. "After all, if you plan to eat me later, it would be nice if there was a load to eat." His grin said he was joking about Paul shooting a blank, but not about his determination to have Doug mount him. He stopped pulling after Doug settled his butt on his heels between Marc's legs.
Doug looked like he was dazed as he looked down on Marc's waiting body. Marc rolled his eyes in disgust, pinched his nose and said in a nasal voice, "Host to Doug, host to Doug," then released his nose, "Goddamnit wake up Douggie. Do you want a fucking engraved invitation? We haven't got all night you know. Get with the program." He didn't wait for Doug to respond. He just grabbed Doug again and pulled him down. Doug reached out quickly with his arms to keep his body from crashing into Marc's, and in the process got his body into the proper position so his cock would slide straight into Marc without being bent in half by Marc's impatient hand.
Doug got the idea after his cock was fully encased in Doug's tight muscular butt, and started to punish Marc for all his recent mistreatment of his most prized possession. Doug's frenzied pounding ended his planned retribution as he felt his balls gather themselves to bunch up tightly to the point of their attachment which signaled his eminent explosion. He grinned when he thought about usually being able to watch his balls from a cock's head view, when he sucked himself off, but he decided just feeling them react to the pleasure of actually fucking was infinitely preferable. He let out a strangled scream as he pumped himself into Marc, then collapsed on him comfortably, ready to sleep for the night, buried in his new friend.
Marc thumped Doug's side hard enough for Doug to open his eyes. "This is nice Doug, but I'm dying of thrust. We need to take a break."
Doug nodded, moaned and rolled slowly to the side, then sat up and looked around. Paul was walking toward them from the kitchen with his fingers surrounding four cans of Coke. Each boy took a can gratefully and drank greedily. Paul rubbed his forehead with the side of his sweated can. "Goddamnit Marc blow out those fucking candles, and shut off that fireplace. It's too fucking hot."
Marc frowned. "Yeah, it is hot, but they're really good background, and you guys really look good sweating."
"You haven't touched your camera in almost an hour." Paul reminded him with a grin.
Marc giggled and acted huffy, "Well, I have been busy with other things you know." He looked over at Doug and Buck, who were lying on their sides, petting each other, whispering and giggling quietly with each other on the far side of the bed. "Okay, lights out a few minutes, but first I've got to try out Buck," he snapped his fingers with an inspiration, "and Doug can take a roll of us in action. How's that?"
Buck sat up at the mention of his name. "What? What'd I do now? I didn't do anything." He protested.
"Me either." Doug said, and put his arm around Buck defensively, so they touched their sweat shined heads together with the candles flickering in the background.
Marc reached to the floor next to the edge of the mattress, picked up his camera and fired three frames before they knew what he was doing. When they realized he was taking pictures they looked at the camera and smiled. Marc frowned, then grinned. "Oh wow! One of those has got to be a winner! Perfect!" he added, then looked at them again through the camera. "Right behind you," he said cryptically. When he saw them look at the rock wall, then back at him frowning, he elaborated, "I mean one of these shots. I'd say four feet wide and three high, hung low, near the tops of the candles."
They giggled together when they understood Marc planned to immortalize them together on Doug's wall. Then Doug thought of the implications. "OOPS. Not. No way. Forget it. The cat would be out of the bag big time if anyone ever saw one of those." Doug shook his head in finality.
Marc agreed instantly with a shrug, and put the camera back on the floor. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I see what you're saying, queer right?"
Doug nodded, satisfied, and turned to Buck and kissed him. He didn't see the tiny smirk that escaped Marc, or the wink he gave his brother. Paul shook his head and smiled before he changed the subject. "Hey Buck, before you two get too carried away, or Marc gets around to molesting you, would you mind calling home to let your parents know where you are, and when you'll be home?"
"Oh yeah, I guess I better. Where's the phone?" He asked as he stood up with Doug and looked around.
Paul scanned the room. "Good question. Since the dildo has been home all day fucking off, it could be anywhere." He looked down at his brother, so there was no question exactly who the dildo was. Doug ignored the jibe with a shrug and picked up his camera again. He snapped the three of them while they started searching the room, starting with under the cushions of the sofa. When the camera started rewinding, he put it down and walked to the phone's empty base unit sitting on the bar and pushed a button. A muffled electronic ringing sounded between the mattress and the sitting wall. "There it is!" he said brightly. Then giggled while Paul found it and handed it to Buck, while frowning back at him. Marc burst out laughing, "I fucking told you, old. The mind is the first thing to go, after your nuts of course."
Paul started for him and Marc ran out on the terrace. "I think I'll take a swim to cool off." He shouted back to them, just before they heard a splash, which temporarily ended the froggy love songs being croaked in the vicinity of the terrace.
Buck keyed his number while he folded his legs and sank to the bed to sit like a little Indian. His face broke into a brilliant smile. "Hi Dad!".... "I'm over at Wilcott's. I met them in front of the house tonight. They came up to look at it and didn't know we moved in".... "I went down and introduced myself. They're pretty neat guys, I like them. They invited me to sleep over. Is that okay?".... Buck looked up at Paul and Doug, they were grinning and shaking their heads at him. "Great Dad, thanks." Buck winked at Doug. "And Dad, guess what? Doug is a friend of theirs and he's here. He's staying over too." Buck giggled at whatever his father said, then replied, "We already did. It was great!" He listened again, and giggled harder. "Come on Dad, give me a break. What did you expect me to call it? So we won't get much sleep.".... "Yup, they are too." Buck looked up to see Paul and Doug walking toward him wearing shocked horrified expressions. He stood up quickly and backed toward the closest door. "I gotta go now Dad, Marc wants me to go swimming with him. See you in the morning." He said from the terrace as fast as he could talk, then, "Okay I will. Bye." He tossed the phone to Paul who stopped his forward movement to catch it, and while giggling again like a banshee, turned and dove into the dark water. He doggie paddled silently for a distance, before he called out, "Hey Doug?
"WHAT?" Doug answered. He was standing on the wall trying to source Buck's voice. He wasn't really mad at Buck after he had a moment to think of Buck's end of the phone conversation. He was envious of Buck having such a close open relationship with his father.
"Dad wants to meet you, so you'll have to paddle back with me in the morning."
"Sure I will," Doug answered, "when pigs fly." Then he dove into the dark lake and swam toward the gravelly laughter.