Doug remained silent until Paul stopped his truck in front of the big house at Somerset Farm. "You know something," he asked, "I'm going to enjoy today. Its so peaceful up here on top this hill. I think I'll just concentrate on what I'm doing and try to forget last night for awhile. By the way, thanks for a great weekend," he added, "I feel like, well better, that I never have to sneak around just to be myself." He jumped out and closed the door, careful not to slam it. "See you at noon for lunch?" He rolled his eyes. "Shit, I didn't think about lunch this morning. Have you got an extra sandwich I can borrow?"
"I guess I can spare one," Paul grinned. "Are you going to work out in the pool here at lunchtime? What are you going to do about your timing? Won't the pool length screw you up just like the lake?"
Doug shook his head and looked sad for a moment before he grinned. "Nope, not anymore. I'm done with competitive swimming. I'll still swim, but from now on, it'll be for fun. I'll just race the clock, like how many laps I can do in a certain amount of time. This fall, I'll guess I'll join the swim team," he hesitated, "that is if they have swimming at the regional high school. Do they I wonder?"
Paul looked surprised, "What about Oaks? I thought you guys were going to room together?"
Doug laughed sadly. "Yeah we were, but now there's the little problem of tuition. Bucky told me this morning that I was a part of his family, but I don't think I'm a big enough part, that he'd cough up the twenty grand, and I don't even know what boarding costs on top of that. I told Buck last night to find a fourth roommate, or he and Marc could room together, but he probably wasn't listening. Regional will be fine, and assuming they have a swim team, maybe I can get a scholarship for college. If I swim for them, I still like beating the shit out of everyone, that will never change."
Paul watched Doug give him a negligent wave before he disappeared around the side of the house. He almost ran off the driveway trying to unclip his phone from the waistband of his cut off shorts. I finally stopped the truck in the middle of the drive to dial. "Marc? Let me talk to Buck.. I know he has a phone, but I don't have his number.. Cut the shit Marc, this is serious."
Paul ended Marc's playfulness with his tone and explained his conversation with Doug. Buck stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of the hall in the upper reaches of his father's office building. They were heading to George's office to see what additional information he'd been able to find about Peter Anderson, boy cop.
"Shit!" Buck exploded. "He did say something like that, but I thought he knew that nothing about school had changed. I'll tell Dad and we'll talk to him tonight. He's really fucked up. Yeah, we need to find him a regulation pool and fast. I didn't think about that. He's a great coach and he's taught me a lot already. I sure don't want him to stop teaching me his tricks, and paddling around in the lake won't cut it. Okay, call me after lunch. Bye." Buck disconnected after reciting his number, Doug's, his father's and anyone else he could think of whom Paul might ever need to call.
Half an hour later little Buck and his apparent rag tag entourage left George's office with a manila envelope containing everything he could discover about Peter Anderson on very short notice. Including an enlargement of his picture taken for his student identification card and several candid shots taken with a telephoto lens. Buck and Marc grinned at each other because the candid photos were of Peter running in Central Park at ten o'clock in the morning on July the Fourth. He was dressed in short, light shorts, a tank top and wore little running shoes. Peter was a member of his high schools' cross-country team. They thought that perhaps he ran daily to keep in shape and if they were very lucky they could catch up with him somewhere along his route in the park, which George also helpfully supplied.
"How'd you know George would be in his office so early?" Morgan asked as their elevator car plunged toward the parking garage.
"Because my Dad kind of thinks that his executives should be in by the same time he is. Even earlier is safer. George always beats Dad because the guys report to him." Buck looked up at Will and Joe with a grin. "Don't you?" He asked.
"Well sort of," Joe studied the ceiling, "mostly," he hedged.
Will punched Joe in the arm, "Yes, that's what we're supposed to do. We call. George doesn't always answer it but someone does."
Buck nodded. "This security shit got started back when someone in Italy I think, kidnapped J. Paul Getty's grandson. Dad may have been born when it happened, but the bad guys cut off one of the kid's ears and sent it with the ransom note. Gramps got concerned that the same thing could happen to anyone with a few bucks in the bank, so Dad and now me grew up being surrounded by bodyguards."
The door rolled back. A pair a Lincoln limousines were parked in front of the garage lobby. Joe opened the rear door of one and Dylan climbed in with a wave. Will raced Buck for the rear door of the second car.
Buck won. "Old and slow, too bad." He giggled when he returned the finger Will gave him.
"Where to Boss?" Will asked after they all got in the car.
Buck pulled Peter's candid photos from the envelope to study them with Morgan and Marc looking over each shoulder. "Well he dresses like a real runner, high cut shorts, one of those little muscle shirts and really good shoes, so I guess we need to find a sporting goods store. These baggy shorts won't cut it. Let's try Abercrombie and Fitch."
They changed into their running garb in the car while Will started cruising slowly through Central Park. "His address is in the low west seventies, maybe we can catch him crossing Central Park West." Buck suggested.
After an hour of driving, they gave up, totally frustrated. "Well, scratch one roommate." Marc grinned at Buck, "There are a few guys that are going to say, 'I told you so,' when we get home, but I'm not waiting that long. Can we cut across the park and go down Fifth Avenue now? I want to get my underwater outfit before dear old Dad has second thoughts, and cancels this card."
Buck nodded to Will then giggled, "Or reports it stolen, that's what he should do. Okay, it was worth a try." Morgan gave Buck a quick elbow in the ribs after they turned on to Fifth Avenue. "Ouch, mother fucker! What was that for?"
Morgan grinned and pointed. "There he is! He must have crossed the park and is running around it."
Will pulled over to the Central Park curbside. "I can't leave the car here and go with you, and you can't go alone," he told Buck wearing a determined expression as the three guys climbed out of the car.
Buck rolled his eyes in frustration, then leaned in the car a grabbed his phone. "Morgan and Marc will be with me, plus I'll call you now, then leave the line open so you can hear what's going on. How's that? You just follow us slowly. We need to be kind of honest with him. A limo following us while we run might be a little unusual, but it must happen now and then in this city."
Will wasn't entirely pleased with Buck's suggestion but Buck slammed the car door and horns started honking as traffic stacked up in the curb lane behind him. He lowered his window and gave everyone a one finger salute in typical limo driver fashion when he started crawling forward to keep a position immediately behind the three new runner additions on the Fifth Avenue sidewalk.
The three boys ran side by side keeping Peter insight a hundred yards in front of them. "Maybe we should stay back here for awhile until we start to sweat a little," Buck suggested. Gradually, during the weekend he assumed the roll of leadership in the group because he was a natural leader. The others ignored his age and diminutive size, and joked about his extraordinary wealth. They liked him as a person and respected his awesome intelligence. His frequent suggestions mostly made sense, so they listened to him. He eyed Marc running at his side and grinned.
Marc noticed, "What?" He asked.
"You look like a runner for some reason. You have a really good form."
"Are you trying to start a fight? I'm just doing what feels comfortable, and I'm already sweating from lugging this fucking camera. This guy better be worth the effort, or you're dead meat when we get home. If you want to get sarcastic, pick on Morgan for a change." Marc frowned down on Buck. "Frankly, this running shit is getting old real fast. How about me getting back in the car where it's cool and I can get some shots of you two ass holes trampling old ladies from the window."
"Actually, I was paying you a compliment." Buck eyed their quarry nearing the intersection by the zoo. "The light is changing, we can catch up to him. You get ahead of us, then bump into him or something and start talking to him about running," Buck had a sudden brain storm. "I know, photography! Ask him if you can shoot him while he's running! That might work. You're the runner in the group, and we're just friends keeping you company."
Marc liked the idea of using his camera and nodded. Buck patted Marc's ass affectionately then gave him a shove. Marc increased his pace and dodged pedestrians. Peter trotted in place at the rear of about twenty people waiting to cross the street and when Marc stopped beside him and smiled, Peter nodded and smiled back making eye contact briefly, before they dropped slowly down Marc's body. Marc did a quick open appraisal of his own, and liked what he saw.
"Maybe we should test him." Buck looked up at Morgan. "Let's be a gay couple and see how he reacts." Morgan nodded and grinned.
They increased their pace and stopped just behind Marc and Peter. Marc looked back, "You two are real slow pokes today." He laughed and shook his head.
Morgan leaned his arm on Buck's shoulder and looked offended. "We are not, you know when we run with you, we like to stay behind you so we can watch your little bubble butt bubbling." He and Buck both giggled at Marc's surprised look, before it registered what they were doing. A smile appeared on Peter's lips as he glanced back at the two additional runners.
Marc raised an eyebrow. "You didn't have to invite me to run with you just for that, it looks even better in air conditioning"
A lady standing near them heard their comments and turned her head to look at them. She turned back to her friend. "What a pity," she said with a shake of her head, "four more handsome studs off the market."
The light changed and the crowd that built up behind them swirled around them to cross the street so they were left alone. Marc grinned at Peter. "Sorry about that we're dressed the same and she thought."
"That's all right," Peter interrupted with a soft voice. "One of the benefits of living in the city is that no one knows anyone else and we can all be ourselves and no one cares. Do you guys run here often? I try to get in a few miles everyday, but I don't remember seeing any of you before," he hesitated, as if he was deciding what to add. He blushed and smiled, "And I would have remembered," he said and dropped his eyes.
"Us too, and thanks." Buck said with a leer. "Actually we live in the country. We came in today so dildo here could buy a camera. Then we decided it would be fun to do some running here for a change, so we bought some gear and changed in the car," he tossed his thumb toward the street where Will was again blocking the curb lane. He sniffed his armpits, then Morgan's. "Now we need to shower before lunch, but first I could use something cold to drink. How about you?" Before Peter could answer, Buck offered him his hand, "By the way I'm Buck Trenton, this is Morgan and the cute bubble butt is Marc."
After everyone shook Peter's hand, he nodded and smiled, "Yeah sure, a gallon of ice water would be great. There's a hot dog cart around the corner on Central South most days if that's not out of the way for you. I'm heading home on the Westside."
Buck started laughing, "That's even better, my parents have an apartment there, between Avenue of the Americas and Seventh, that's where we were heading. I'll give you all the ice water you want."
Peter slapped his butt. "It would be cheaper too, I forgot I don't have any money with me."
Marc studied Peter's tight shorts. "Shit I could have told you that, there's no room in those shorts for anything but muscle. Say, can I take some shots of you running? Motion shots, you'll look great." Marc didn't wait for permission. He ducked into the car and stood up stuffing an extra roll of film in his waistband then running faster to get ahead of them at the same time. The light changed to red again and he dodged traffic to and from the park to cross the street. From there until they got to the front of the building where the Trenton's maintained an apartment, he allowed Peter to sprint toward him. Then he stopped him and ran another fifty yards and motioned them to run again.
"How long do we keep doing this?" Peter asked. They were all sweating heavily.
"We walk the rest of the way. We'll all give him the finger on three." Buck answered. "One, two, three!" Even Will raised his arm and finger from the car window, and blew the horn.
Marc was frowning at them when they walked up to him. "What's wrong, why'd you quit so soon?"
"Because Pecker Head it's hot, we're dragging ass, plus we've arrived." Buck pointed to a wide twelve-story apartment building across the street from where they stood on the park side of Central Park South. He unclipped his phone from his waistband. "We're here. I'll get the doorman to open the garage door for you, and we'll wait for you in the lobby. Oh, will you bring up our stuff please? We need to shower and change. Thanks Will."
Peter looked confused. "You live there?" He asked as they scooted across the street.
Buck shook his head, "Not really. My father uses it for meetings occasionally and a few business guys stay here when they're in town. Oh, and my mother might stay over night if she's doing some heavy shopping, but that's about it." He grinned, "Of course today, it's handy to get a cold drink."
"I imagine it would be." Peter shrugged and let his eyes travel the building faces. They were all residential buildings. He couldn't imagine having a Central Park South address because it was some of the most desirable real estate in the whole city
The doorman opened the door from the inside and welcomed young Mister Trenton to his home. Buck was surprised that the man even remembered him. "Could you let the car into the garage, and I need to borrow a door key please. We've been running and this stop was unplanned. Do you know if we have anything up there to drink or eat?"
"Why of course Sir. Housekeeping always keeps you fully stocked." The man managed to look slightly insulted at the question. He recovered quickly after Will appeared and Buck found his shorts. He turned his back to the others and separated two, one hundred-dollar bills from his money. Buck shook the doorman's hand before he followed everyone into the elevator.
"One is for you, for all your help today. We'll leave in the car so I won't see you later. The other is for whoever has to clean up after us. We need to shower, and the bathrooms may be a little swampy." Buck giggled. "Do you think we could get a reservation for lunch at the Tavern on the Green? We won't be very well dressed, somewhere in a corner will be fine."
The man nodded, "I'm sure they can find a table for you and your friends. How many, and for what time?"
"Five, and say around one, or one-thirty? And thanks again." Buck stepped into the elevator and Marc shoved him back out, then tried to close the doors. Buck giggled and waved a key at him. "Ass hole, you aren't going anywhere without this." He pushed Marc back from the control panel. There were no buttons, just keyholes. Buck inserted the key in the top hole and turned it. The doors closed and the elevator started.
Before the doors closed completely, Peter heard the doorman make the requested reservation. He looked shocked. "You're Him? You can't be, you aren't old enough."
Everyone laughed. Marc slapped Peter on the back and explained, "You've got this little prick confused with his father." Marc slipped his hand lower along Peter's back and caressed one muscular butt cheek before he let his hand fall. Before contact was broken, Peter leaned back to welcome the touch.
Buck rolled his eyes. "For the tenth fucking time I am not the little prick in this mob. With Wee Willie being here, I'm not the biggest, but you should think about changing your name to Little Prick."
"Fuck you!" Marc retorted.
The doors rolled back. "OOPS, there isn't time. The elevator saved you from another sore ass." Buck giggled, but when he looked back at them to see why the others weren't laughing, he saw that they were all staring at the two-story window across the living room and the view of Central Park's treetops beyond it. "DUH! Close your mouths and come out of there now." Buck instructed sarcastically. "What a bunch of fucking hayseeds. Those are trees just like home." He shook his head in disgust.
Morgan sighed and grinned at Buck. "Come on Buck, give us a break already, we live pretty comfortably, but compared to this, your new house and the fucking helicopter, we're dirt poor. You said something about an apartment, but nothing about it being a damned duplex penthouse."
Buck frowned, "I did so, or I thought I did. Oh, I told Doug." He looked at his watch, "I need to call him, excuse me, make your selves at home. Check the kitchen and get us drinks," he said over his shoulder while he took the stairs to the upper level two at a time.
Doug's phone started playing a tune while he was doing his laps. Paul was sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet in the water watching Doug and eating his lunch, both their phones were within reach, covered with a shirt. Paul answered, "Hello?" He grinned as he watched Doug slow his stroke to look at him. "Guess who? He wants to talk to you." Paul offered to toss the phone to Doug.
"I don't want to stop now. Tell him I'm fine, I vacuumed the pool this morning and now I'm into mowing the lawn. I'll call him right after lunch." Doug slipped under the water to end further pleas from Buck to stop and chat, but he kept an eye on Paul, so he knew when he ended the call.
Paul watched while he chewed for another ten minutes then glanced at his watch. "Hey, it's twelve-fifty, and there's not much left. If you want any, you better get over here and eat," he called even though he'd saved two sandwiches and an apple. Doug ducked under and glided silently to where Paul was sitting.
Buck looked over the balcony into the living room, before went back downstairs. Peter was alone, sitting on the corner of a leather ottoman, staring out the window. Marc appeared from the kitchen under the staircase carrying a pitcher of ice water and glasses. Morgan followed him with a clutch of Coke cans, and Will brought up the rear with a stack of towels. All three of them were naked. Buck went back into the bedroom and stripped.
"Here's your water."
"Or you can have a Coke."
"And a towel."
Peter reacted like the footstool was electrified, by jumping up and backing away from them closer to the window. "Relax Pete, it's just skin. We're going to shower and change before lunch remember? No one's going to jump your bones unless you want to be jumped." Marc leered and offered him a filled glass. "But I'd like to volunteer for the job, if you're interested," he added.
Peter accepted his drink after he pulled the towel Will threw at him, off his head. He smiled a very nervous smile and looked around the big room as Buck bounded down the stairs to join them. "You probably know I want to, but I've had some trouble with a cop, and I don't want any more problems." He took a deep breath. "Fuck it. He can't see me here." He decided, and after draining half the glass of water, he stripped off his damp running outfit while the guys found seats and watched him. He posed self-consciously with his back to the window, then covered his seat with the towel and sat down again.
"That's better isn't it?" Marc asked.
Peter smiled and nodded, "Yeah, it's something I could get used to, but with two sisters and parents," he shrugged.
"What problem, with what cop?" Buck asked as he moved from a chair to the sofa where Morgan and Will sat together to get closer to the others. There was plenty of room on one end, so he wedged himself between them wiggling his hips until they moved enough to give him just enough space to fit between them.
Peter watched their antics and laughed with them before he answered. "A few months ago we were having a lot of break ins in our building so the residents got together and started patrolling the floors and service areas, kind of a neighborhood watch thing, but just in our building. I volunteered because it was something to do to get out of the apartment at night for a while. The cops got involved and gave us a couple of radios so we could call the beat cops if we saw anything. I was partnered with a guy who was twenty. He was hot," he shook his head, "he still is hot, and he thought I was too. He rooms with three other guys in our building; all of them except Tommy are straight. They all go the Fordham, college guys."
"Anyway one night, just about at the end of our shift, about eleven o'clock, he and I went outside in the back of the building where they park the trash dumpsters. We thought we were alone, so we were just kind of making out, and wondering where we could go so we could really get together," Peter blushed, "I'd never done much before that, but I planned to be a quick learner."
"Out of nowhere this plain clothes cop put a gun in our faces and busted us. He braced us against a wall, and searched Tommy first, then cuffed him. Then he searched me. He paid extra attention to my half-hard cock and ass. The fucker was so hot him self, he was panting. We both started pleading with him to let us go. The cop asked me if my parents knew I was queer. When I said yes, that they were cool with it he looked disappointed."
"Tommy started telling the ass hole that he'd get thrown out of school and never get in Seminary if he got arrested. Tommy's really religious; he goes to mass every damn morning. Walter, he's the cop, looked at me, then told Tommy that he'd be charged with child molesting since I'm under age. Tommy actually started to cry. I kind of asked if there was anything I could do to keep Tommy out of jail and Walter grinned."
"Anyway, he made me join the police cadets, which is a bunch of kids who want to be cops. Of course old slime ball Walter always picks me up for meetings and brings me home after. Only we don't always get to the meetings, and I do whatever he wants. Walter is a vice cop, if you can believe that."
"This weekend he said he was taking me to a stake out, a department store men's room to catch some queers. He told me that all I had to do was stand in front of a urinal with my dick out, and when a guy came in to take a leak, I just had to show him the goods." Peter was so engrossed in telling his story, he didn't notice the looks the guys exchanged, or see that they all leaned forward, listening intently.
"After like the third or forth guy, this really hot young guy walked in and actually had to take a piss. We smiled at each other and I let him see my cock. I actually started to get a hard on. That was a surprise. This guy reached out and touched me and Walter and his band of fellow perverts busted the poor bastard."
Peter grinned suddenly for the first time. "The shit hit the fan seriously when they discovered the guy was Dylan Brockway, you know the movie star dude?"
"Yeah we know who he is." Buck nodded cautiously.
"If he'd been a poor fag like me. He would have gone to jail quietly, caught with his hand full of juvenile cock. Now the fuckers are sweating their balls off. The whole squad knows that they're in deep shit, and they blame Walter for getting me involved. Dylan Brockway even hired John Wilcott, so you just know he'll get off."
'How come you know of John Wilcott?" Mark asked wearing a grin.
Peter shrugged "I think everyone does, but I really like the law, and being a trial attorney would be fantastic. I follow all his cases. I keep my grades up and I'm hoping to get an academic scholarship." Peter giggled for the first time. "I run because it will look good on my transcript, not because I like it particularly. I'm just lucky I'm reasonably fast, but running sucks if you want to know the truth. If I were you guys today, my ass would be plopped in the back of that limo enjoying the air conditioning." He refilled his glass while the guys laughed.
Buck struggled to stand up, but Will and Morgan held him down. "You wanted to sit between us, so stay put, so I can keep track of your little ass." Will giggled when Buck gave up.
Marc looked at Buck with a raised eyebrow. Buck nodded. "You've been honest with us, so now it's our turn. My last name is Wilcott, guess who my daddy is. We can go over to his office after lunch if you want to meet him."
"And Dylan Brockway is our friend." Buck grinned.
Peter suddenly looked scared. He glanced at his wet clothes, then the closed elevator doors, which also served as the doorway to the Trenton penthouse. Morgan rushed to reassure him, "Stay cool, we're your friends too. We came into the city today just to meet you. We have a copy of the arrest report. It lists you as being the victim, and that didn't jive with the story Dylan told us, so we wanted to find out the truth from your side of the urinal partition."
"And Dylan isn't mad at you." Buck continued, "Far from it. He's interested in continuing where you guys left off the other night, just without the cops. He's with us too. He's collecting his shit from the hotel and he's staying with the Wilcott's. If you want to we can catch up with him later."
"Yeah so he can kill me personally. What about the charges? They didn't just go away."
"My father is working on those. He thinks the prosecutor's office will drop those like a hot potato, then start investigating that precinct's vice squad. Your buddy Walter might just end up in jail himself."
Will spoke up for the first time, "Or Joe and I could find him and reason with him, Joe is very good at negotiating with people like him."
Everyone except Peter stared at Will. Peter didn't know what he was talking about. "You mean like, what do they call it, 'with extreme prejudice'? There really is a meat grinder?" Marc asked in disbelief.
Will shook his head unsmiling, "Nothing extreme, but if he got out of this somehow, he could blame Peter and come after him. Then he would be a threat to you all. Bucky wouldn't like that and neither would we. We wouldn't even have to get permission. The negotiations would be preemptive."
"WHAT?" Peter croaked, "Why would Walter be a threat to you guys if he cut my balls off? I know I'm in deep shit, but you guys aren't. He doesn't even know you exist."
Will looked over the top of Buck's head at Morgan and nodded. They took Buck by his arms and catapulted him upright in front of them, so he and Peter were the only ones standing. "It's time to explain your plan I think." Will said.
Buck put on his best salesmen's smile, "It's simple really, Marc and me, and another guy, Doug, want you to transfer to our school and room with us." He spent a few minutes explaining everything. While he talked, Peter resumed his uncomfortable perch on the corner of the leather footstool, until Marc grabbed his arms, and moved him to the matching designer chair, then pushed him backward into it.
Marc grinned and whispered in Peter's ear, "Ass in chair, feet on stool." He took Peter's ankles and snuggled his heels into the stool, then moved one hand suggestively up Peter's leg and plinked his cock with his thumb and index finger.
Peter mouthed the word 'ouch' and smiled, without taking his eyes off Buck while Buck wandered around the room. That is until the backs of his fingers brushed Marc's thigh. Then his eyes flickered back and forth between a darkly tanned and elongating cock eighteen inches away and Buck. The cock won.
Will moved quickly and silently. He grabbed Marc from behind by the elbows, lifted him off the floor and carried him to the sofa. He tossed Marc into Morgan, who sat him where Buck was sitting and held him there until Will resumed his seat, locking Marc in place.
"Why me? This Oaks Academy sounds expensive. You could find a million guys who would jump at a chance like this."
Marc nodded seriously, "That's the problem, there probably are, but how do we find them? Advertise somewhere? We know you, sort of. We got your picture, just a fax, pretty shitty, but we thought you looked hot. Dylan said you were, and that he thought you were gay, a young, queer cop at first. Then we discovered you were sixteen so you weren't a cop. This morning we got a look at your transcripts, a three point nine-seven is pretty heavy. The shrimp is an even four point zero. Doug is a brain, and I could be up there too if I opened a book occasionally. We also got some good pictures of you running in the park." Marc grinned and struggled to get away from Will and Morgan. "You have great legs, and I for one am happy to see that the package in your shorts is not a pair of dry socks."
Peter looked dazed, "Huh? Pictures of me? My transcripts?"
Buck giggled. "Hey look, we've been honest with you. You know exactly who we are. Don't you think we can find out anything about anyone if we wanted to know?" Buck didn't wait for Peter to answer. "So will you transfer? Don't worry about expensive, you'll get a scholarship, only that will be our little secret. A lot of guys at school are pretty impressed with themselves because their daddies can afford to send them there and we don't want any of them looking down their fucking noses at one of us. Will you?" Buck begged on his knees, leaning on Peter's legs. "You're right Marc, no socks in this package."
"Hey! Mother fucker! I'm first! Get your hands off that!" Marc resumed his struggles to get away from the older guys.
Buck stood up and offered Peter his hand. "Come on, let's get showered." He looked down at Peter's erection. "I'm ready for some early lunch."
Peter eyed Buck's hard on for the first time. His eyes widened in surprise. "Holy shit! Are you sure you can walk with that? You look kind of out of balance."
"It is a hardship, but one I've learned to live with." Buck took Peter's hand. "You can help if you want."
"Do I ever. I'll steer if you tell me where we're going." Peter giggled as Buck acted like a robot, turning his body wherever Peter pointed his cock.
Marc's pleading turned to moans. Buck and Peter smiled when they saw him bobbing his head in Will's lap, while Morgan slowly stroked him. "Marc? Are you coming?" Buck asked.
Marc pulled away without looking up. "Hopefully a couple of times, if Morgan ever gets serious." He twisted his neck to frown at Morgan's casual hand job. Before Will took his head in both hands and further talk or complaints about the service became impossible.
"You want serious, you get serious." Morgan grinned and lowered his head.
Buck pointed to the master bedroom door on the lower level. Peter helpfully supported Buck's cock guiding him in that direction. Peter eyed the king-size bed and grinned a suggestion to Buck. Buck nodded and they raced each other the last ten feet to the bed. Frantic making out degenerated into a sixty-nine position with their asses flat on the bed and their upper bodies twisted to get at each other, until Buck mumbled, "Fuck this," and pulled Peter on top of his smaller body.
Peter held himself rigidly up off Buck until Buck grabbed two fists full of muscular ass and began moving him in and out of his mouth. This was sex that Peter only dreamed of since he reached puberty and started jerking off. When he felt himself ready to come, he attempted to pull himself out of Buck's mouth, while he never even thought about removing his own mouth from Buck's monster cock when Buck suddenly arched his pelvis off the bed. Buck held him in an iron grip, and even pulled him in further. Their explosions weren't simultaneous, but close enough.
"Wow! Holy shit!" Peter puffed out when Buck let him go and he rolled off.
"Nope." Buck giggled, "That was cum."
By the time Marc, Morgan and Will appeared wearing satisfied grins. Buck was pawing through his father's clothes trying to find a pair of shorts for Peter to wear. "Success!" Buck announced holding up white tennis shorts. "They might be a little tight, but on your body that will be a very good thing."
Marc's phone buzzed while they were having lunch. "Hey Dylan!" Marc giggled his way through a five-minute conversation, which included frequent glances at Peter, so there was no question what they were talking about. "He's waiting for us in Dad's office. We can ditch his car at Bucky's building so he and Joe can ride with us. I still need to get my underwater outfit, and he needs to stop in at the new film's production offices." He giggled at Peter's fearful expression. "Don't worry everything's cool, the charge has been dropped, and Dad will explain the story everyone needs to tell when we get there. Dylan's really looking forward to meeting you, and etcetera, tonight, especially the etcetera.
Peter looked puzzled, "Tonight?"
"Sure you're coming home with us for the rest of the week aren't you? You're welcome to stay all summer if you want to." Marc frowned at Buck.
Buck grinned and shrugged, "So we got busy all of a sudden and I forgot to ask him." He looked up at Peter; "You are hereby invited to come home with us for as long as you want to stay. We can stop by your place so you can get some stuff, but you won't need many clothes because we don't wear them much. You'll probably have to ask, and your parents might want to meet us. You still haven't met Doug, or Paul, Marc's older brother or Joe, Will's partner and our other watchdog."
Peter rolled his eyes, "Wait up a minute. How many of you are there," he hesitated, "well, like us?
"Just the guys I mentioned." Buck leaned forward and lowered his voice. "If it bothers you, we all practice safe sex by being polygamous kind of, so far. We keep it in the group. We kind of agreed about hooking up with strangers. We don't or won't." He giggled, "Shit who needs to? You can get all the action you can handle just by smiling. If anyone goes outside, we'll still be friends I guess, but just watching and pulling your own pud isn't very appealing to me and none of us likes condoms much." The others nodded their agreement. The implications of messing around outside the group were clear to Peter.
"Or the first three-quarters of a blow job, giving or getting," Marc added from the side of his mouth so no one at nearby tables could here him.
"But aren't there any serious relationships?" Peter's eyes flicked around the table and settled on Marc.
"Sure, Buck and Doug have the hots for each other, Will and Joe are married, Morgan here is rooming with my brother Paul this fall, then there's Dylan and me. Of course Dylan works for a living and we won't be seeing him all that much, and we'll be rooming with each other. None of that has anything thing to do with great sex. Say, if you have something going on with someone already, that's cool. He could join us too."
"Nope, there's no one. I've been running scared since Walter, and he's safe. I don't think he can even get it up. All he's ever done to me is slobbery head jobs." Peter looked at Buck and blushed, "I didn't know there was any other kind until this afternoon."
The check arrived while they were laughing. Marc snatched it from Buck's hand. "I'll get this. Dad will never notice." His eyes bugged out when he saw the total. "Check that, he'll notice." He looked at Buck hopefully, "Can you just tip the dude? I don't want him going totally ballistic."
John Wilcott met the guys at his office door. Dylan was standing behind him grinning. His eyes were locked on Peter. Peter was so focused on Dylan, he didn't respond when Marc introduced him to his father. John cut him out of the group and closed the door on the rest of them.
"Shit!" Marc complained. "I wanted to be around for this meeting. Oh well, let's go down the hall to the library."
"Yeah!" Morgan was enthusiastic about seeing a real law library.
Marc looked at Morgan in disgust. "You can look at the books if you want. I was thinking of browsing the clerks. That's where they hold up doing research for Dad. Come on, let's see if he's got any new ones."
"Hi." Dylan nodded at Peter.
"Hi yourself. I'm sorry about the other night. I didn't have a choice."
"Yeah I know, Marc called and told us. That's cool, I understand." Dylan took Peter's arm and led him to a sofa. "John's cooked up a great story for the press. Did you know we've been friends for a year already?" He giggled at Peter's blank stare.
John continued with his official press release story. Dylan met Peter the previous fall when he was jogging in Central Park and got a leg cramp. Peter helped him get back to his hotel. They became casual friends and stayed in touch since. They were hanging out together Sunday evening after sharing a pizza for supper. They both needed to take a leak, so they went into the closest department store where the rest rooms would be clean. They were standing at the urinals together laughing and talking and maybe fooling around, joking about their endowments because they thought they were alone. The vice squad appeared suddenly. Dylan was charged because he was an adult. Peter got lost in the confusion when the cops discovered Dylan's identity. The mistake couldn't be rectified immediately because of the long holiday weekend. End of story.
"Now I'll just go rescue my law clerks from my son, and leave you alone to get to know each other a bit before the press conference." John nodded and smiled at them before he frowned and disappeared at a fast walk.
"Pretty neat huh?" Dylan asked with a laugh before he got serious. "Now if you agree to help me get out of this, all we have to do is let ourselves be seen together as friends. If the press checks, the pizza shop owner will say he remembered us, but didn't recognize me at first, because we ordered a giant garbage pie with everything on it, including anchovies, which we both like and not too many people do."
Peter smiled, "Actually I do like them."
Dylan squeezed Peter's knee and giggled. "John's got everything covered. There's even a framed autographed and dated picture of me hanging on the pizza shop wall. Will you help me out on this?"
"Sure, why not. Actually it'll be fun, but I don't think I'd be good at acting, so can you do all the talking, if there is any?" Peter sighed, "Man so much has happened to me today in such a short time, my head is spinning."
The press conference was held in front of the building where the temporary movie production offices were located. It was a true media event. Dylan gave the hoards of photographers every opportunity to burn film and answered every question with apparent honesty. Peter stayed at Dylan's side and answered questions directed at him about details of their friendship quickly, and calmly, maintaining a smile the whole time. He discovered that he liked acting and surprised himself as much as the guys were impressed by how quickly he fabricated answers, which were limited to what could not be confirmed by anyone but Dylan.
Afterward, when Dylan was taking them to meet the film's producers and the director. Peter suddenly looked very worried. "You know Walter is going to skate out of this and keep coming around."
Will gave Peter a friendly pat on the back. "He might if he's stupid, but if I was him I'd try really hard to forget all about you. You're free and clear, but he's still in deep shit with his bosses."