An hour later, the boys returned. Not quite out of gas, just out of energy, they were starving. Paul started to pull on his shorts, but Buck stopped him. "Wait, don't dress yet, let's see how far we can get if we stay naked. Just carry your stuff, and follow me to the dinning room." Buck said while he looked around the beach. "Sonofabitch, Dad must have taken my new bathing suit with him," he grinned at Doug, waiting for an argument. Doug shrugged.
"Gee, thanks Douggie. Wearing it and knowing that you wore it first kind of gives me a hardon."
Marc giggled. "Let us know when you aren't hard so we can see the difference," he joked. "You also made the mistake of returning my shirt, which I'll just hold on to, so it seems like you go naked whether you want to or not, mother fucker. And don't forget to get some of your own stuff if you're coming back to our place, or you can stay home and pound your own pud tonight."
Even Buck was laughing as he pulled open a French door and stepped back bowing deeply, "Welcome to Trenton Hall! You are now entering the grand drawing room!" He said pompously with his voice as deep as he could hold it. His guests bowed back as they walked in then started bumping into each other while they looked everywhere but where they were going.
"Holy shit!" Marc managed.
"Fuck me!" Was Doug's contribution to the conversation.
"Do the back boards drop down out of the ceiling?" Paul asked as Buck rubbed against his thigh like a cat wanting attention.
Bucky entered the room through a pair of open double doors. He started laughing with Buck. "Is this ostentatious enough for you?" He asked.
"Yeah, this is a neat room," Marc nodded and raised his camera, "I better get some pictures of it for 'Better Homes'." His camera started to shake from laughing so he lowered it. "Did you by any chance see today's paper Bucky?"
"No, why?" Bucky asked innocently, even though Marc was almost in tears from laughing.
"Honest John's Used Furniture is having a store wide clearance sale. You might want to get down there, unless you already shot your whole wad on the house."
The room was huge, easily basketball court size, but it was totally empty. Wires hung from the walls and ceiling where light fixtures belonged, but the paneled ceiling glistened whitely and the parquet floor glittered with a waxy finish.
Bucky nodded, grinned and looked up at Paul, "Did anyone ever tell you your bother is a wise ass?"
"What can I say," Paul shrugged, "except oil up the meat grinder?"
"Yeah do it Dad. I told them Mom was in Europe, buying stuff." Buck looked at his father and frowned, "Hey, you're dressed. How come?"
Bucky laughed, "I forgot about the servants. Poor Jenny was in the dinning room setting the table when we walked in, and she just about had a heart attack."
Buck looked puzzled. "I wonder why, she's been screwing some of the guys every night since she's been with us." He shrugged, and watched the boys hurriedly pull on their clothes. "Come on up to my apartment guys, while I find some shorts," he started walking across the empty room. "That's furnished anyway."
"Hey wait a minute. How do you know who she screws?" Bucky asked. "Don't start spreading rumors like that," he warned.
"It isn't a rumor. Her bedroom on the third floor was right over mine in the old house, and that old barn wasn't exactly sound proof remember." Buck grinned at his father and continued, "Everyone in that whole house knew when you and Mom went at it," he giggled when his father colored. "I sure hope I'm as horny all the time like you when I get old."
"Old!" Bucky exploded, "Why you little pip squeak, I think I'll just change my will for that crack."
Buck giggled at his father's threat. "Go ahead and do just that, remember Gramps left me more than he left you, and Granny told me she's leaving all of hers to me, plus I'll be getting all of Mom's trusts. I guess I can manage." Buck got serious suddenly, "Hey Dad, is it all right if I tell the guys who you're working on now? Since we're friends now, we wouldn't want to hurt their parents if the stock took a tumble unexpectedly." They all were standing in the entrance hall at the foot of wide curving staircase, which didn't seem to have any visible means of support as it spiraled up to the second floor balcony.
Bucky shrugged. "Nope, that's a good idea. Since it looks like you guys are going to be friends, maybe your parents will come over for dinner sometime, so we can be friends too. I wouldn't ever want to hurt friends financially before I meet them. I'll also let you or them know about anything they might want to buy too." Bucky opened a door hidden in the wall paneling while he looked suddenly ill at ease.
Buck led the boys into the elevator and Bucky closed the door. Doug frowned at Buck. "What was with your father all of a sudden? He looked weird."
Buck punched a button and the car shot up to the second floor, the door unlocked and opened slightly before he answered. "I told you he doesn't have any friends except me. I think he really would like a couple of guys his own age to hang out with, that's all. He needs someone who won't kiss his ass all the time, and he's kind of hoping that your fathers will like him as a person I guess, just because we all get along so well together. Come on, this way."
Buck started down the wide empty hall. Marc goosed him and giggled as Buck took a giant leap forward. "And what makes you think we like you? We were just being nice to you until we got all our stuff back you little clepto," Marc finished by looking up the hall before he whispered loudly, "that, and of course you give good head."
"Gee thanks." Buck giggled and opened a door at the end of the hall, after he keyed a series of numbers in the door's combination lock. "This is my territory. No one gets in here unless I let them." He explained before they could ask about the lock. "Between the maid and my mother always walking in on me at our old house, I could have taken the fucking door off."
The boys followed Buck into what looked like a large tastefully furnished living room or family room in anyone's home. Built in book cases lined one wall, the shelves were three-quarters full of books. The sofa and chairs were low slung, with overstuffed cushions and fat pillows for arms and backrests. The room looked lived in, but not by a fourteen-year-old boy, it could easily be the den or study of any one of their fathers.
Buck hurried across the room to an open door. "Make yourselves at home, look around if you want." He pointed down a short hall. "There's a little kitchen down there and a couple of bedrooms. This is my bedroom. I'll be right with you," he said as he disappeared.
Paul and Marc went to see if there was anything to snack on in the kitchen. Doug followed Buck, or started to. He stopped in the doorway to Buck's bedroom and stared. The opposite mirrored wall was curved sharply to form half an oval. Three steps that led to a raised area jutted into the room to complete the oval. "Fuck me again." Doug mumbled and whistled his surprise.
Buck reappeared from a doorway near the end of the platformed area with a giggle. He saw Doug's expression and adjusted the lighting to a brighter level in the darkened room, particularly the raised area. "Do you like it? I designed it myself. It still needs to be christened, whenever you have time to do the job."
Doug wandered forward and climbed the steps to gawk at Buck's bed. It was a replica of a Norse Viking ship about eighteen feet long. Both the sharply pointed bow and stern were raised four of five feet over the bed in the deck area with fierce carved dragonheads protecting the boat fore and aft. As Doug looked closer he saw that the wooden hull was dented and scared in places and the bow sprit dragonhead was missing an ear and part of its lower jaw. Doug looked at Buck, then back down at the dragon ship bed. "This thing is real isn't it?"
Buck joined Doug and nodded while he pulled on a pair of shorts. "Of course it is. Mom found it somewhere and bought it because it's a one of a kind piece of junk thing. After she got it she didn't know what to do with it. I asked if I could make it into a bed, and viola," he patted the rail affectionately. "Pretty neat, huh?"
"Yeah, it is," Doug agreed. He looked at Buck with a leer, then the mirrored wall, "and you say it still needs to be christened?"
Buck nodded, "But only with you, I don't want to make it into a circus, not at first. I've dreamed about it." Buck looked hopeful, "How about next weekend?"
Doug nodded and was about to suggest far sooner, like there and then, but he was interrupted by the arrival of Paul and Marc and the spell was broken. Buck explained that the little replica ship was discovered in a coastal cave in Denmark that had been sealed for centuries by a rockslide. The mouth of the cave was discovered when a road was being blasted into the mountains bordering a fjord. Historians believed that the boat was built to serve as a funeral pyre for some Viking king or nobleman but the landslide put it out of reach and it was forgotten. Buck giggled when he told his friends that it should have gone into a museum but its discovery was just at the end of World War II. During that chaotic period, it somehow found its way to America and into a collection of Viking artifacts and relics owned by a reclusive millionaire. It stayed there out of sight until the collector died and his collections were liquidated at auction. He said his mother bought it for no better reason than pride of ownership, since it was the only one of its kind known to exist.
Buck looked like the Pied Piper as he led his taller friends down the main staircase to the entry hall, the dinning room and their long overdue lunch.
Buck again pompously bowed them into what he called the state dinning room. The room was at least furnished, sort of. The table and twelve matching chairs placed at one end of the room were obviously valuable period pieces, but the set was way too small be in such a large room. Bucky lounged comfortably in a side chair sipping a longneck beer from the bottle. He was chatting amiably with another of the young bodyguards who sat opposite him eating a long over filled hoagie. Bucky waved them to the table at first, but changed his mind and pointed to a long plastic topped folding table where platters of every imaginable hoagie fixing awaited them, along with a large basket of eighteen-inch rolls.
The boys detoured to the food as a group with almost military precision. "Hey there," Bucky said, "I was beginning to think you got lost somewhere, I know I still do, upstairs where we actually live that is. These rooms down here are mostly for show, or will be if my wife Becky ever gets the joint furnished to her satisfaction."
Paul finished building his sandwich first, because he was the first one to find the bread knife hiding under the rolls. He carried his hoagie carefully on a twelve-inch dinner plate with a finger on top so it wouldn't tip over. He took a chair next to the young bodyguard as Bucky introduced him.
"Guys, this is Morgan Brockway. Morgan just graduated from the Oaks, and he's helping us out this summer."
Buck interrupted his father with a giggle and looked up at Doug. "You must know him Doug, everyone called him Morgan 'The Brain' Brockway, he was the smartest guy in the upper level, a polar bear in the hockey rink and the Captain of the Crew team."
"Yeah, I've seen you around. Hi." Doug looked puzzled, "You're a goon, err, I mean bodyguard here?"
Morgan rested the remaining half of his sandwich on his plate, swallowed, then laughed. "Not really. I mostly get to watch the security monitors and open the gates for visitors, even if they call me names and shoot birds at me."
Paul reddened then grinned. Bucky explained that Morgan's father and he were business associates and that when he found out that Morgan was the class Valedictorian and planned to major in pre-law in the fall, he decided to hire him to work part-time. Then when he graduated from law school Buck hoped Morgan would join his company's legal department as a young attorney already intimately familiar with him and his business.
Paul asked what school Morgan chose. When Morgan named the University, he smiled. "It's a small world. I'm starting there in the fall too, and also majoring in pre-law."
"No shit? Really? Hey, maybe we could room together."
"Yeah, that would be cool, rooming with someone I know. It's too bad you aren't into gymnastics, or me into sculling or hockey, but at least we're both jocks." Paul answered aloud, while his eyes were busy assessing the body partially concealed by Morgan's tank top and shorts. He already knew he was attracted to his handsome smiling face and laid back personality which was unaffected by Bucky's presence. He was also wondering if he could ever share a room with any other guy without being sexually attracted to them, since he was so accustomed to having great, very satisfying sex, first with his brother, then suddenly with both Doug and little Buck in the same day. "I'm really not sure about law yet, but since my father's in the business, I thought it was a good major to start with."
Morgan nodded making easy eye contact with Paul, then looked down at the phallic form of his half-eaten hoagie. "Law and sports generally, are a start, but if we think about it I'm sure we can find other areas of common interest."
Buck joined the conversation by sitting next to his father. "Paul and Marc's father is none other than the famous John Wilcott." He was planning to say something jokingly about million dollar retainers, but was stopped when he saw Morgan slouch in his chair and stretch his legs out under the table wearing a strange, almost embarrassed expression as he stared at the rounded uneaten end of his sandwich roll. Then when he looked at Paul a second later, he saw Paul's eyes quickly sweep the length of Morgan's body that he could easily get his eyes on without actually bending over to look under the table. Buck however was not a part of the by play or subtle courtship that he imagined was occurring between the two older guys. So he quickly reached for his napkin, still folded neatly on the side of his place mat with a complete place setting of silverware arranged neatly on top. He pulled the napkin off the table to put it on his lap and allowed the silver to clatter to the uncarpeted floor.
"OOPS! Sorry, I guess I'm a klutz today," he said as he bent under the table quickly to retrieve the scattered silver and while he was under there, check out the contents of the two pairs of shorts sitting opposite him. Paul's were too baggy, he couldn't see anything and his feet were tucked back under his chair. Morgan though had his legs stretched out almost across the table, and his muscular ass was within a squeak of slipping off the edge of his chair. In the process of getting more comfortable or hiding the lower half of his body by sliding in his chair, the material in the crotch of his shorts didn't slide so the front was pulled tight from his low slung waist to his thighs, and across his flat abdomen. Buck almost giggled out loud when his eyes locked on the hard cock and severely restricted balls clearly outlined in Morgan's shorts. He remembered to collect the silver before he regained his seat, and immediately stuffed his hoagie in his mouth to hide his grin and stifle his giggle.
Doug sat beside Buck, and watched him carry out his little drama. He carefully chewed slowly to hide his grin. He swallowed and smiled openly watching Buck trying to wrap his lips around the entire girth of his hoagie. He nudged Buck with his elbow and whispered, "What was that all about? Are you practicing to give an elephant a head job, or what?"
Buck choked and giggled simultaneously. Doug started thumping him on the back. Bucky's hand joined Doug's in pounding his son's back until Buck was finally able to swallow. "Enough already!" Buck shouted. "Something just went down the wrong pipe, that's all. Damn, I think I'd rather choke than be beaten to death by my own father and best friend." Buck almost said lover in place of friend but caught himself in time.
When everyone's attention returned to food, Buck nudged Doug's thigh with his knee. Doug looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. Buck nodded his head slightly toward Paul and Morgan, who by then were talking quietly between themselves while they ate. As the younger boys watched, Morgan squeezed Paul's shoulder to emphasize some point he was explaining about rowing, and after the point was completed, Morgan's hand remained, until Paul looked down at the strong long fingers, then up into the eyes of their owner. Both pairs of eyes glittered as their heads nodded.
When everyone was just about finished eating Buck looked at his father. "Say Dad did you get cans of gas for the boats?"
"Nope. There wasn't really time. We had to make two trips back and forth from the boat dealer with the two trailers. You've got so much of your own money, you'll have to get some cans I guess, or swim back and forth."
"Okay, no problem." Buck dug into one the pockets in his shorts and pulled out a fat roll of bills held together with an elastic band. He looked across the table at Paul. "Would you lend Morgan your truck? He can go into town and get like eight gas cans, get them filled, drop four off here and then meet us at your place with the other four." He paused to look at Morgan. "Then if you aren't doing anything the rest of the afternoon you could hang out with us."
Paul and Morgan both thought about leaning across the table and kissing Buck on the lips for making such a thoughtful suggestion, but only Paul was tempted to actually do it. "That's a super idea Buck, good thinking." Paul glanced at Morgan. "The keys are in it. Our driveway is the next one closer to town."
Morgan nodded and stood up as Buck slipped the elastic band off his bankroll and peeled off two one hundred-dollar bills. "Holy shit Buck!" Doug laughed, "And all this time at lunch I thought you had a serious hardon, and it was only money." Doug realized what he said in front of Morgan too late. Morgan blinked and looked at each of them.
Marc started laughing. "I don't know about any of you, but just looking at that wad gives me a boner that won't quit. Where'd you get all that Buck?"
"My grandmother sends me cash for every holiday and tells me to have fun, so that's what I call it, my Have Fun Money. Don't you get presents like this for the Fourth of July?" Buck grinned when he saw Marc frown. "No, how about Martin Luther King's Birthday? You know I didn't even know about that holiday until these little gifts started coming in mid January." Buck looked around to see that everyone was finished. "If we're done let's rock and roll."
The boys stood up as a group and thanked Bucky for his hospitality. Buck reminded him that from then on they would be in and out of the house and to tell the boys not to shoot anyone. In the entry hall just before Morgan left through the front door Buck stopped him.
Buck unbuttoned his shorts and dropped them. "Here Morgan, you may as well take our clothes so they won't get wet." He tossed them to Morgan, then waited while the others stripped. Paul's face turned red, and he turned into fumble thumbs while Morgan waited and watched with an armload of clothes and Marc's camera slung over his shoulder. Buck tapped his foot and grinned. "What's wrong Paul? You're acting like a blushing bride all of a sudden," he taunted his big friend, so Paul had no choice. When he handed his things to Morgan, he held everything in front of him. His eyes roamed the tanned and toned bodies of the four boys, starting and ending with Paul.
Buck was not quite finished playing cupid. "As you can see Morgan, no one likes wearing anything if we don't have to, but I guess you already know that from watching the monitors." Morgan nodded and finally found the front door latch. Buck burst out laughing after the heavy door thunked behind him. Doug joined him in laughing and casually draped his arm over Buck's shoulders without thinking about it. Buck moved against Doug's side so their bodies touched as they walked under the staircase to doors cut into the bottom of the three story arched window that looked out on the lake at the back of the entry hall.
Bucky stopped them, grinning, but looking puzzled. "Wait a minute son, just what was that all about? You were acting weird all through lunch."
"Nothing much. Paul and Morgan have the hots for each other, and I was just helping them out. You may as well scratch Morgan from your schedule until after the holiday because he's going to be busy at Wilcott's." Buck didn't know how Paul would react to his announcement and he was ready to run, but Paul just blushed, grinned and winked at him before he opened the door and started running across the lawn to the beach.
"I'll be damned," Bucky said. "How'd you know?"
Buck shrugged. "It takes one to know one, as they say." He looked up at Doug hopefully. "Doug and I might be back to spend the night here. Will we?" He asked in a tiny voice. Doug nodded, blushed and developed a sudden interest in watching Paul push his violent purple Jet Ski off the beach. Buck nodded happily. "We definitely will be back tonight, but we'll use my entrance, so we won't bother anyone. Bye, see you tomorrow," he waved to his father, then raced Doug and Marc to the boats. Only a few bubbles remained from Paul's wake.
When Doug and Buck first heard the rumble of the diesel engine, Morgan was crossing the stone bridge below the dam, and they couldn't care less. After they beached their boats, Doug suggested to Buck that a long in depth shower would feel good just then, and Buck agreed. The shower in the bunkhouse was equipped with the same innocent looking hose and nozzle as the showers in the locker room and the brother's bathroom.
They locked lips with each other before they got under the spray. Buck reached for Doug's erection and pushed it down so it would slide between his legs, then arranged his own so it was pressed against Doug's lower abdomen. When they thought about the waiting shower, they crab walked sideways through the open glass door. Buck reached for the pump bottle of oil without looking and pulled his lips and upper body away from Doug just long enough to work the pump repeatedly so it squirted on Doug's chest and ran down to the V shape their lower bodies formed. Buck moved against Doug to spread the oil until both cocks and even their thighs were slick and slipped easily wherever they touched.
Buck wrapped his arms around Doug's back still holding the bottle by its neck with one hand and filled the cupped palm of the other. Doug waited to feel Buck's oily hand and fingers pry his crack apart to begin probing his ass. Instead, Buck moved his hand to his own ass and started fingering himself.
"Hey," Doug protested quietly, "what about me? You're messing around in my territory back there. Yours is back over here." Doug lowered his hands on Buck's back and cupped Buck's little hard buns, then gently spread them, after batting Buck's hand out of the way. After his hands were coated, he slipped two fingers into Buck and pulled him tighter.
Buck moaned and looked up to meet Doug's eyes and gentle smile. "Douggie, do you mind if I call you Douggie? Just when we're alone, just between us. You can call me Bucky, like lover's names. They sound a little hoaky, but not as bad as calling each other honey, or darling, or dear. They'd sound stupid just between our selves."
"I guess Bucky, if that's what you want, just between us, I don't mind. We'll know what we mean." Doug bent his head to kiss Buck again, but Buck turned his head.
"There's something else, more important. It's what I really, really like in bed."
"Okay, what's that?"
"I, well I want to be on the bottom all the time, or at least ninety-eight percent of the time with you. Can we do that? Will you? Is that okay?"
Doug nodded cautiously. "I guess so, but why? I like getting fucked as much as I do being the top gun, especially with you."
"It's just my fantasy, it's what I've dreamed of. You know you're the man of the house, the man in our relationship and I'm your willing pussy. I know that sounds kind of gross, thinking of my ass as a pussy, but I do. And ever since the first time by the lake, and even when Paul or Marc fucked me I pictured you and when they come in me, I made believe it was yours." Buck blushed scarlet and dropped his eyes. "I liked it last night in the dark, when they took turns eating me, but when you did it I really lost it. If you remember, when I couldn't stand it anymore, I pulled you on top of me so you could put it all back, then as soon as you did, you bent me double and snatched it all back again." Buck giggled, "Of course you didn't get it all, but it sure wasn't from trying."
It was Doug's turn to blush. "Sorry, I guess I sort of got carried away. It was so dark, and we were both so hot, I just let myself go. Maybe it's just the nasty animal in me."
Buck pulled away from Doug to pick up the hose. He placed it in Doug's hand, then turned and bent over. "Don't be sorry," he said between his legs, "I'm looking forward to tonight in my bed with the lights on low so we can both see everything we do or you do to me, so I think we should start getting me ready. Here it is two o'clock in the afternoon on the second day of being together and you haven't fucked me once yet. I know, let's finish up here and go out in the sun on the terrace. If we're making it when Morgan shows up finally we'll see how he reacts."
After the boys beached their boats and got tired of ribbing Paul about seducing Morgan in front of Bucky, he used the bunkhouse phone to open the gates then went up to the front of the house to wait for Morgan. He was amazed that he and Morgan were mutually attracted to each other from the moment their eyes met the first time. They knew before they'd eaten half their hoagies that they would get together to consummate their budding relationship somehow and that it would happen that same day. He wondered what they would do first, then how they would finish, but those were imponderables, wait and see things. He was concerned about how Morgan would react when he discovered that Marc, Doug and the unquenchable little Buck would join them eventually and expect to experience the new guy in the club, just as they'd all shared themselves without reservation. Even Doug and Buck who thought they were pretty close to being in love weren't jealous of each other when it came to sex. Somehow they thought of sex as something to be enjoyed with any partner they liked and were attracted to, and kept it separate from the love part of their relationship. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Morgan downshift to climb the hill to the house.
Paul put on a smile he hoped would conceal his concerns, as Morgan parked the truck and killed the engine. Then he managed to trip on nothing as he walked to the driver's side of his truck revealing his nervousness. He forgot he was naked until he saw Morgan studying his body in general and his half hard cock in particular from the truck's open window.
"Hi," Paul said with a wave, "that didn't take long."
Morgan climbed out of the truck. He'd already taken off his shirt, and after he pushed the truck's door closed, he pushed his shorts down until they dropped freely to pile themselves around his ankles without bothering to open the fly. He kicked free of them then stood with his legs spread, still wearing his gym shoes and a healthy very hard six inch erection.
Morgan looked down at himself, then up at Paul. He smiled halfheartedly. He was as nervous as Paul was. "As you can see, I was in kind of a hurry to get here." His smile left his handsome face when his nerve disappeared. "Now that I'm here I'm ready to run. I'm not sure what happened between us at lunch, but I don't want it to end before anything happens. Is there somewhere we can go? What should we do? I'm sorry this isn't going the way I thought it would. I just wanted to get this first time out of the way, but I guess I don't have the balls I thought I had."
Paul realized that he was taking to a virgin and attempted to calm Morgan by joking with him. He cocked his head sideways and studied the area between Morgan's legs. He grinned at him. "Wow they sure look big enough to me, they're bigger than mine, and our cocks are just about evenly matched. Your whole body is beautiful. I guess you can tell I'm into guys, jocks whose bodies are developed for maximum performance in their best sports." Paul shrugged, "You know that just dawned on me standing here admiring you. Now all you have to decide is how you want to use your body the first time so it will be an experience to remember. I'm open to any suggestions, but you don't have to do a damn thing until you're ready and want to. There's no hurry. Want to look around for a while?" Morgan nodded.
Both prime cocks wilted to near normal as they walked together to the field house, after that, Paul guided him through the house in the front door and out through the family room doors to stand there and look down at the lake and the bunkhouse.
Morgan pointed to the distant raft. "Someone's out there getting some sun, your brother maybe? He sure has a great body too, like yours, but lighter. What's his best sport?"
Paul laughed and slapped Morgan on the back, then left his hand on his shoulder. Morgan seemed to enjoy the unexpected contact, so Paul risked moving his hand to Morgan's other shoulder before he answered the innocent question. "Yup that's his favorite sunning spot. Believe it or not his two best sports are photography and sex, and not always in that order. As soon as he sees you naked, it'll be decision time for him; whether to try and make you before or after he burns a dozen rolls of film on you, but eventually he'll do both if you let him."
"Seriously? You aren't joking?" Morgan asked as he put his arm around Paul's lower back and started walking him down the slope to the bunkhouse.
Paul laughed again. "Yup, seriously, and no, I'm not joking." He glanced down quickly when he noted Morgan's interest in Marc. He was pleased to see that Morgan's cock had begun to grow. Then he wondered what Doug and Buck were doing, and decided to warn Morgan. "I guess you understand that the four of us all get along really well in bed or wherever or whenever we get the urge. Don't be too shocked if we find Doug and Buck in action down here. This is what we call the bunkhouse. It's where we sleep and mess around mostly."
Morgan's hand began to wander Paul's back as they walked, but froze on Paul's butt as they came around the corner of the building and looked on the terrace for the first time. As Paul prophesied, Doug and Buck were in action on a lounge near the sitting wall. Buck was completely hidden except for his spread legs bent at the knees and his arms and hands as they moved over Doug's moving back and thrusting ass. Morgan's arm forced Paul closer to the heaving pair until they stood beside the lounge looking down on them.
"Will they mind if we watch?" Morgan whispered.
Paul laughed. "The only thing these two horny studs would mind is if you tried to separate them." Paul looked around. "Let's pull this lounge over and get comfortable." Morgan didn't hear Paul's suggestion or even notice when Paul pulled him down to sit beside him on the side of the lounge. Morgan's erection was complete and then some, standing tall between his closed legs.
Paul watched Morgan watch Doug with growing excitement. "Want to help them?" He asked, and not expecting an answer he stood up and moved to the foot of the other lounge. He grabbed Doug by the ankles, and spread his legs. Morgan looked to see what Paul was doing. "Come here Morgan kneel between Doug's legs. Morgan obeyed like a robot. He sat on his heels and leaned down until his eyes were inches away from Doug's tightly bunched balls and he could see as much as six inches of cock being alternately thrust into, then withdrawn from Buck's stretched sphincter.
"Use your hands if you want, anywhere, Doug is beyond caring. Grab his balls and just hold them until he thrusts in and stops, then give them a good squeeze." Paul encouraged Morgan between giggles. "Now Morgan, you've still got a free hand, and they both look like they took a bath in oil, explore a little in Doug's tight little crack until you find his sweet spot, then just finger fuck him until he comes. Just be careful he doesn't cut your finger off when he clenches." He warned.
All the while Paul was issuing instructions and advise his own hands were busy on and in Morgan's body, but like Doug, he was way beyond caring. He was so excited he was breathless. Suddenly, when Doug paused so just his cock head remained in Buck, then thrust down with his hips and reared his upper body up with his arms, Morgan jammed two fingers into Doug as far as he could get them and started to close his fist on Doug's balls.
Doug let out a strangled scream and Buck moaned in counter point as his cock started spewing on its own. The first and largest thick white knurdle landed on the side of his mouth, and his tongue barely out raced Doug's sucking lips for the prize. Buck and Doug grinned at each other before Doug ducked his head to quickly collect a trail of lesser drops that marched evenly down Buck's chest to end abruptly as a dribble from Buck's cock head which was in the process of making itself comfortable just below his ribcage.
"Is he done?" Marc asked generally as he quickly dripped his way from the lake to the side of the occupied lounge. When no one answered him, he got more specific, "Doug are you done? If you are, get off him, I'm next."
"Hold it little brother, we have company, and he's next, if he wants to be, and Buck says okay. After Morgan, I'm next. You go to the end of the line and wait or marry your fist." Paul's tone of voice didn't seem to leave room for negotiation, so Marc stomped into the bunkhouse and returned with a camera.
Doug came to life, slowly disengaged from Buck and lifted himself so Buck could rest his legs on the lounge. When he attempted to get off Buck and the lounge, he found that Morgan hadn't moved from his kneeling position between his and Buck's legs. He seemed to be in a trance.
"You can get out of there now Morgan, we're finished, the show is over. Oh, and thanks for the extra help, that was really neat," Doug said tiredly. When Morgan still didn't move, he lifted himself carefully and swung a leg over Morgan's head being careful not to actually give him a concussion when he hit him in the temple with the heel of his foot.
The knock on the head caused Morgan to come out of his trance. He sat back on his heels again and looked down at himself first, then at Buck who was still lying on his back comfortably and grinning back at him. "Sorry, I don't think I can move, not very far, without losing it."
Buck giggled. "Do you think you could lean forward and kind of stretch out? Maybe you could lose it where it belongs." He sat up and took Morgan's hands, then lay back down again, pulling Morgan with him as he lifted his legs again.
Morgan poked around blindly for a moment until Paul came to his rescue with one hand, and pushed gently on Morgan's ass so he would lower himself into Buck. Buck welcomed him by wrapping his arms around his back and pulling him closer. Then he attached his lips to Morgan's and forced his tongue into his mouth. Morgan returned the kiss and relaxed, but still hadn't moved his hips.
Morgan buried his head by Buck's ear and whispered desperately, "If I move, I'm finished."
Buck answered with another whisper, "That's okay, then you just start over and no one will know but us." Buck arched his body up lifting Morgan's.
Morgan thrust back, moaned and started shooting while his eyes rolled up in his head until Buck saw only white between Morgan's slitted lids. Buck wrapped his legs around Morgan's waist and locked his ankles then started lifting himself up to Morgan until Morgan started moving on his own. Both boys enjoyed the result ten minutes later when Morgan came the second time just as forcefully as the first.
Morgan's body decided it needed a rest and he promptly fell asleep with his face buried in the cushion and Buck's blonde hair.
Buck giggled his amazement. "Boy am I getting good at this or what? Old Morgan's taking a nap!"
"Not for long." Paul said with a grin and reached between Morgan's legs. Morgan screamed suddenly and scrambled to lift his body to follow wherever Paul was pulling his balls. When Paul had him standing up he let go. Doug put an arm around his shoulders guiding him to the opening in the sitting wall, then jumped, taking Morgan with him. Buck jumped up and followed them, tucking into a cannon ball at the last moment, attempting to land on them. They surfaced with their heads together and laughed maniacally before they started an impromptu race to the float.
"Seems like we just got fucked out of our turns," Marc said to his brother while they watched the race.
"We've still got each other, and I'm still next." Paul answered with a grin pointing to the suddenly vacant lounge. "I guess you understand where that leaves you little brother." Marc grinned and put his camera down on a table.
This story started out to be short and it's growing into a monster. If you notice problems with continuity, please excuse them and use your imagination. As always, constructive criticism is appreciated. Happy New Year's to all!...Jamie