Mac and Buddy

by: Will B.
© 2008 by the Author
Encouraged by E Walk

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Mac and Buddy had spent the day mowing lawns, trimming hedges, ad raking grass and leaves, and now they were pleasantly tired. After supper they said goodnight to Pete and Joe. Soon after super they went down to their apartment, stripped off their clothes, and took a refreshing shower, in which some groping, some stroking, and some other physical activities took place.

They lay down on their bed, completely naked, completely exhausted and completely in love with each other. It wasn’t long until The Sandman sprinkled his magic duct over them and they drifted off to the Land of Nod.

Pete and Joe scrupulously respected the privacy of the two young men whom they had befriended in Las Vegas and brought back to Baltimore, The two young men were now their foster sons. If they had looked into the apartment, they would have seen two young men in the bloom of youth lying cuddled up.

Buddy was lying on his back with his right arm thrown back over his head. His left leg straddled Mac’s torso just above his pubic region. Mac had his head on Buddy’s chest, and his left arm thrown over Buddy’s upper torso. Pete and Joe, had they been voyeurs, which they were not, would have seen Buddy’s organ lying on his stomach pointing to the right. A light pubic bush topped this beautiful organ that held the promise of producing load after load of creamy cheese.

Mac was lying with his legs apart, his left leg raised up. His meaty manhood was lying against Buddy’s leg and I do believe that if Buddy had moved his leg a few times, Mac might have coated Buddy’s leg with its sweet cum.

Nevertheless, Pete and Joe were not looking into the room, and so did not see the two sexy studs wrapped in slumber.

The next morning was bright and sunny. Mac and Buddy woke up, kissed each other on the lips and then on their cheeks, and finally, on each other’s sprouting morning wood. They went to the bathroom and took their morning shower together. Need I tell you that not all the lather, which they gently rubbed into each other’s body, came from the bar of soap?

After breakfast, they decided to go for a drive in the country since they had no classes and it was such a nice day.  They got off the expressway and drove along the country by-ways, until they came to a small road that didn’t seem to appear on any maps. A sign said ‘This Way to Ned’s Shed.’

“Shall we, my love?” asked Mac, who was driving.

“Why not,” replied Buddy.

Mac drove down this unknown road that had trees on both sides of the road for about 10 minutes. The farther he drove the more the tress seemed to blot out the sunlight. He came to a large unpaved area where several cars were parked. A high fence blocked out whatever was on the other side. They walked toward the wrought iron gate in the fence. On the other side of the gate they could see a large pavilion. A sign read,

‘Welcome to Notti Ned’s Nudist Nest, Shed your threads and shred your inhibitions.’

Buddy and Mac looked at each other and shrugged. Again, Mac said “Shall we?” and again Buddy replied, “Why Not?”

They went to the gate and they were met by a young man about 18 years old, with curly red hair, and green eyes. He had a cute smile, and his muscular body had no hair below the armpits and precious little there. A small trail led from his navel down to his package, which was almost, but not quite hidden by a thong. He was also wearing a sailor hat and a sailor’s black tie loosely tied around his neck. His merchandise seemed to be about seven inches long and looked quite appetizing. He looked at Mac and Buddy with a slight smirk on his face, and said, “Oh, hi there, guys. Welcome to Notti Ned's. I’m Tinker-Bob. You can think of me as a sort of  ‘house fairy,’ even though I really don’t have magic powers.”

He was so campy that Buddy and Mac could hardly keep a straight face.

Tinker-Bob went on, “Now, it is my great pleasure to tell you that I have to check you out before I let you in. Heh heh heh! Please drop your shorts and let me see that you’re not carrying any illegal cum-cealed, er, I mean concealed! weapons.”

Buddy hesitated before showing his goodies to this pixie-sprite, but Mac was less bashful. He thought maybe he would impress Tinker. And impress him he did.

“Ooooohh,” gushed Tinker-Bob. “I would surely like to wave my ‘magic wand’ over you, and sprinkle some pixie-cum . . . er, I mean  . . . pixie dust over your oh, so hot, sexy, studly,  . . . bodies!” As he spoke Tinker grasped his erect rod and held it pointing it at the two boys.

“Oh, go on in you two. Leave your clothes in those lockers, and then go to that revolving gate, and meet Notti Ned. He likes to greet all his guests, especially the guys who are visiting for the first time.  . . Oh, my, I may have to fan myself, you two are just so . . . . I have to . . . “ And with that Tinker-Bob fluttered his eyelashes and minced away, swiveling his hips in what he hoped would be a seductive manner—but honestly, he was just too hilarious to watch.

As Buddy and Mac walked towards the lockers, Tinker-Bob turned around and watched them walk across the room. He could tell they were very much in love, and then he sighed as he thought about the one man he wanted. ‘He’ll never look at me. I’m so campy and he’s so touch and masculine,’ he thought to himself, ‘But oh! If only . . . ‘

It was at moment that Buddy turned around and saw Tinker-Bob gazing sadly across the room  . ..  at Notti Ned.

Ned, the proprietor of the Nudist Nest was not older than 40, but his face was weather-beaten. His muscular body had not yet started to run to flab, but his whole body—shoulders, back of his neck, his back, chest, abdomen were covered with coarse black hairs. His pistol, which was not small, was almost hidden by the coarse hair of his pubic hairs. His legs and arms were sprouting hair so coarse it looked like steel wool.

Surprisingly his voice was soft and melodious. “Hello, young gentlemen. Welcome to Notti Ned’s Nudist Nest. I hope you enjoy your visit, and I think that you will because you have that wonderful blessing that I, for all my money, lack—a true love.”

“Well, Ned, thank you for your gracious words,” Buddy said, “But dare I ask, is there no one . . .? I’m sorry. That was unpardonably nosy of me. Please forgive me.”

“Ah! No! There is someone, but he wouldn’t touch a beat-up grizzled warhorse like me. I don’t even hope any more.”

Ned looked so sad that Buddy moved forward to give him a friendly hug. He was surprised to find that those coarse looking hairs were actually quite soft and gentle. They lay against Buddy’s skin as smooth and soft as a wavelet on the shore.

“Well, now, my fine looking friends, just go through this turnstile. Have a good time.’

Mac and Buddy moved through the turnstile gate. Mac happened to look back to wave to Ned and saw the poor guy looking soberly at someone in the room they had just left. It looked like . . . it was Tinker-Bob!

Mac and Buddy walked into the Nest, which turned out to be a park like land of some 400 acres of rolling land with paths that crisscrossed it. Along the paths there were benches where strollers could stop and rest. Mac noted a number of good-looking guys just stretched out on the grass soaking up some sun. The liberal use of sun block did not hide their handsome bodies.

It was a beautiful day with a gentle breeze blowing, and there was not a cloud in the sky. Birds were chirping and squirrels were chattering.

The landscape was dotted with numerous weeping willows whose branches swept the ground. From beneath some of these branches could be heard giggles, moans of pleasures, slaps, slurps, and the occasional yell of a mission successfully accomplished.

Buddy pointed to two twins who looked to be not more than 18 or19. They were seated side by side on a bench, kissing. The dark haired guy was holding his spear at the ready, while the guy on the right who seemed to have shaved his head, was holding the head of his partner. His own tool was pointed skyward.

A little farther on, they saw two men standing and kissing. Their cocks were rubbing the abdomens of their partner. Mac watched, entranced, until the two studs turned, and hand in hand, and went to a willow tree and disappeared.

Mac and Buddy thought how great it was to be in a place where men could express their feelings so openly. They had read about nude beaches in California, and in Europe and Australia, but they suspected that they would encounter a place like Notti Ned’s that could stack up (no, no pun intended) against any of these far away places.

Neither of our heroes noticed a tiny wisp of a cloud drift across the sky.

Walking around a bend in the path they came upon two studs that must have been identical twins. Each had curly red hair, blue eyes, and lots of freckles, and really long schlongs. They were reclining in the grass facing reach other, and each was grasping his buddy’s body part, the one that stood up straight into the summer air.

One of them looked up at Buddy and Mac, and said, “Hi, guys. I’m Twiddle-Cum and he’s Twiddle-whee! No, before you asked we are not going to battle, we’re going to sing because each of us acts as the other’s cock ring.”

Buddy and Mac smiled and waved good-by. They looked at each other and grinned. If they could have torn their eyes from each other and looked up, they might have noticed a second wisp of cloud float lazily across the sky.

They passed some more willow trees and came to a pavilion, which had a table and several reclining chairs. As they approached, they saw that three of the chairs were occupied by three stunning studs who looked to be in their 20s. They were each fondling their most prized possessions, which were responding in a most satisfactory manner.

One of them was a handsome hunk with broad shoulders and a six pack that contrasted nicely with the ram-rod stiff stiffy he was thumbing. “Hi, sailors,” he said. “Let me introduce myself and my pals. I’m Gerry. I’m quite the fairy. You ask how my man-meat grows. I’ll tell you, with round firm butts and leaking cocks and slutty bois all in a row.”

Mac smiled as he recognized the paraphrase of the old nursery rhyme.

Gerry went on,  “That’s Nelson or Nel. He just blew my horn. And that’s Del. He blew the horn that Nel blew.”

Nel gave Mac and Buddy a wide grin, and said, “Hey, you look like two hot guys. How about your join us in a five-way. We can pull the shades down on this pavilion and we’ll have our very own willow tree. How about it? Huh?”

“Uhhh, no thanks, guys,” said Mac. Thanks for the invite, but we’re committed to each other and we don’t share.”

“OK, that’s cool,” said Del. “Catch ya’ later.”

As Mac and Buddy walked on, Mac put his arm around Buddy’s waist, and whispered in his ear, “Honey, I’m getting kinds horny. How about we find us a willow and grab a little nooky?”

Buddy started to speak in his ‘shy maiden’ voice, and said “Oh, Sir, will you work your wicked way with me?  Will you use me and abuse me, fill me and thrill me? And most importantly, will you come back for more in the morning?”

“I’ll ‘cum’ back as many times as you like, my sweet cheeked lover,” Mac said.

The two walked towards a willow tree and listened. They didn’t hear anything, and Mac called out, “Hello,” but no response came, so they went into the cool area that was  protected from the direct rays of the Sun, but was still warmed by the gentle breezes that blew through the air. The ground was covered by soft green grass and clumps of purple violets and here and there a daisy or two had sprung up.

Mac lay on the grass with his upper back against the tree trunk. He pulled Buddy down on him, facing away from him. Mac’s pleasure pole was rubbing against the under side of Buddy’s double breweries of love-elixir, and as Mac rose higher and higher to the occasion, his burgeoning meat rubbed more against Buddy who began to feel the most delicious sensations.

Mac reached both of his arms around Buddy’s waist and began to stroke his (Buddy’s) cute, curved cock. He rubbed his thumbs, alternating from one hand to the other, across the crown of Buddy’s gorgeous, fully-grown, penis. As drops of precum appeared, Mac would put some on each thumb, and he put one thumb to Buddy’s mouth for him to lick, and he put the other thumb to his own mouth to sample the appetizer of the feast that was to come.

Buddy closed his legs so that Mac’s ‘most precious possession’ was clasped tightly by Buddy’s inner thighs. Buddy began to flex his trunk up and down faster and faster so that Mac knew his time to cum was coming close. He began to pound Buddy’s meat harder and harder, so that in a very few minutes (perhaps all too few), both sexy, studly hunks shot their wads into the air and all over each other’s bodies.

Cum! White, in thick ropes, covered the two lovers’ bodies. Creamy in texture, it lay on genitals, chest, abdomen, shoulders, and faces, glistening in the sunlight.

Mac stretched himself on the grass completely and Buddy turned over and kissed him deeply, his tongue exploring Mac’s lips, teeth and mouth. Then they got into their favorite 69 position and began to lick each other’s platters clean and dry. In addition to the pleasure of great ejaculations, they now enjoyed the dessert of sweet tasting ejaculate.

They must have fallen asleep because they next thing they knew, the air was darker, grayer than it had been.

“Listen, Mac. The birds have stopped chirping,” Buddy said.

“And the squirrels aren’t chittering,” replied Mac.

Standing up, they moved to the curtain of willow branches and looked out. The sky was so dark gray it was almost black. The wind had picked up, and everywhere they looked they could see men walking or running to the entrance of the pavilion.

“I think we better head back and pick up our clothes,” said Mac. “It looks like  . . . .”

CRACK! Lightning split the sky.  CRASH!  Thunder boomed louder than the Guns of Navaronne.

Mac and Buddy were almost running when the rains came, harder than the Rains of Ranchipur. These raindrops were not the gentle soft raindrops of spring, but the hard, cold pellets of winter.

The wind was picking up branches and small objects and hurling them through the air.

All the studs were running pell-mell for shelter. They weren’t sexy guys sporting stiffies one could be proud of. They were shivering, freezing, shriveled up, and all they wanted was to get warm and dry.

In the pavilion Ned and Tinker-Bob had rolled out carts with dry towels, and other carts with coffee urns.

Harder and harder the rain fell. The wind was blowing so hard that the rain was almost horizontal to the earth.

Faster and faster Mac and Buddy were running, when suddenly Buddy tripped and fell, hitting his head on a rock. He tried to get up but he felt himself losing consciousness. As if from a great distance he could hear Mac calling, “BUDDY, GET UP!    Buddy.   Buddy, get up, please!”

Then everything went black.

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“Buddy, Get up. Get up, Buddy. Get your butt out of bed, you lazy galoot. It’s nine o’clock in the morning on a beautiful October day,” Mac said.

“Wha . . . where? .  .  Where am I?” a confused Buddy said.

“You’re at home in our apartment, right where you were when we fell asleep last night?”

“Last night? Are you sure, love?  What about Notti Ned and Tinker Bob and the Nudist Nest?”

“What are you talking about? You must have been dreaming! Nudist Nest! Hmmm, well that does sound like an interesting dream, but come on! Pete and Joe have almost finished fixing breakfast. Get your lazy ass out of bed, “Mac wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “We just have time for a shower if we take one together. Heh! heh! heh!”

“Sounds like a plan, my man!” said Buddy.  “Oh wait, Mac, you have some things on your back . . . Why they are flower leaves . . . a daisy and violet, I think. Where did you get them?”

“Beats me. Now let’s go.”

After breakfast, Mac and Buddy decided to go for a walk. As they walked down the sidewalk, they saw a moving van outside a house a few houses away. Two men seemed to be directing the movers.

As they drew closer, our two guys could see the two men more closely. One was a young guy, about 20, wih curly red hair and green eyes,who moved his hands a lot while he talked, and the other was an older man, in his mid 30s who had a sturdy build.

Being the friendly outgoing guys that they were, Mac and Buddy went over to them and said, “Welcome to the neighborhood. I’m Mac, and this is Buddy.”

The older man smiled, and said. “Hello. I’m Edward Knott, and this is Bob Ferris.  It’s nice to meet you. We’re just moving in.”

Mac was staring at the two with a puzzled look on his face. “Ed? Bob? I feel like I’ve met you before. You look so familiar.”

Bob smiled at Buddy and said, “I’m sure I’d remember you if we had met, but we’ve just moved here from Cal-i-forn-ee-eye. We’ve never been in this part of the world before. That’s funny. You look familiar too, because I never forget a body. . I mean a face!”

The End.

Feedback always welcome.    

Well, dear readers. This is my humble offering for the Hallowe’en season. Not a horror story, but maybe a ghost story? Hmmmm?

Let me know if you caught the two movie titles ‘hidden’ in the story, and don’t stay out too late trick or treatin’.

Encouragers comments:  I want to know why some people have all of the fun.  I sure never have had the experiences that Mac and Buddy have had had.  I may just have to take a trip to Baltimore and find out how they do it.”  E

Posted: 10/31/08