Companions and Pals
by: Will B
© 2008 by the Author
Ably assisted by: E Walk

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When I broke off from ‘Cousins All’ to tell ‘Richard’s Story,’ I fully intended to continue the original story. However, I hope my readers will understand if I continue the story under a slightly different title, since so many of the characters are not blood relatives.

From Chapter 21

For the next week, Troy and Richard took Troy’s nephews, Bob and  Bill, on a round of sightseeing trips. They went to the Maryland Historical Society; they went to the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad Museum (the boys enjoyed it, but it was Troy who really didn’t want to leave). They went to an Orioles Game at Memorial Stadium,

They went to Washington, D.C., to the Smithsonian, to the Library of Congress, to the Capitol, and to the Tomb of the Unknowns.

In Virginia they went to Mount Vernon and Monticello.

Each night they ate dinner at a different restaurant. They all liked sea-food, and enjoyed crab cakes, crab imperial, and one evening they brought in steamed crabs and enjoyed picking the crabs at a picnic table in the backyard.

On July 26, two days before they were to go up to the cabin they had rented at the lake, they had a phone call from Troy’s brother, Van. He talked to each of the boys; Dotty talked to her sons, and the boys assured their parents that yes, ma’am, they were having a great time, and yes, sir, they were not being any trouble, and they were looking forward to going to this cabin at a lake that Uncle Richard and Uncle Troy had rented.

Then Van spoke to Troy. “Did you get my letter?” he asked.

“Yes, I did, Van, and I did talk to them. They listened to what I had to say, and seemed to take it to heart. They are great guys,” Troy assured his brother.

“That’s swell. Listen, On August 1st, Dotty and I are flying to Peru. We’ll be in Flight 412 out of LaGuardia.”

“Good, Van. You and Dotty have a good time, and don’t worry about the boys. Richard and I are having a great time, taking them around, eating out, teaching them the fine art of crab picking, and going to lots of movies. You know, we might not want to let you have them back.”

“Tell me that when you’ve had them for three weeks. Well, Bye.”

“Bye, Van.”

Chapter 1
 

It was the 28th of July and Richard and Troy, and Troy’s nephews, Bill and Bob, were headed for the Lake to the cabin they had rented for the weekend.

On the way up, Richard said, “Boys, we have rented this cabin for a few days, but the owners want to sell, so if we like it, we may buy it. Waddya think of that?”

“Cool, Uncle Troy,” said Bill.

“Neat-o!” his brother added.

After a two-and-a-half hour drive they arrived at the cabin. Cabin? This was a mansion! It was two stories high, with clapboard siding, and a porch and a second floor balcony, looking out over the lake.

The house’s long sides were parallel to the Lake and the road. The long sides each had a door, flanked by two windows on each side. The short sides each had two windows. On the second floor, the side facing the road had four large windows, two on each side of a somewhat smaller window. On the side facing the Lake had four large windows, Doors between the first and second and third and fourth windows led onto the balcony. On each of the shorter sides there were two large windows flanking a smaller window.

Going inside they found that the first floor contained a living room, a dining room, a well-fitted-out kitchen, a shower room, large enough to accommodate two people at a time, and a full bath, and a den or game room.

Upstairs, they found there were four bedrooms, two full baths and a large utility room. The two bedrooms facing the lake were separated by a large utility room. No one in bedroom “A” could hear anything going on bedroom “B.” Each of these bedrooms had its own full bathroom, which in turn connected to one of the bedrooms on the “road side” of the house. These two bedrooms were separated by the landing at the top of the stairs. Again, bedrooms “C” and “D” were insulated.

Outside, all doors and windows were flanked by heavy wooden shutters, which could be closed against winter storms that might blow across the lake,

Richard and Troy were delighted to see that a pier ran out into the water, and there was a boathouse on one side of the house, and a two-car garage on the other. Although telephone and electric wires ran from the road to the house, Richard knew that a small generator was located in a shed to one side of the house.

“Waddaya think, hon?” Richard asked Troy.

“I like it, I really do. There’s just one thing, though. What about the neighbors? What kind of people are they?” Troy replied, thoughtfully.

The two lovers walked out on the porch, arms around each other’s waists. To their right, the nearest house seemed to be about a quarter of a mile away. To their left, they saw a large house similar to their own with a number of people sitting on the porch or lawn, There were sounds of happy laughter and chatter. The smell of steaks and burgers being grilled wafted across the distance between the two homes.

“They seem like nice people,” said Troy.

“We’ll find out tomorrow. We’ll go visiting,” Richard said. “Right now, I think we should think about dinner. Who’s hungry?”

Like baby birds in a nest chirping for their mother to bring food for their little beaks, three hungry voices were heard saying, “Me! Me! Me!”

“Tomorrow, I’ll make a pot roast, but tonight I think something quick . . . how about some fried chicken and corn meal muffins, and a salad? . . . and maybe ice cream for dessert?”

Three voices replied in unison, “ Yes! YES!”

“OK, Bill and Bob, you go upstairs and unpack your clothes, and I’ll help Richard with dinner,” their Uncle Troy said. “Dinner will be ready in about an hour. You can catch a little rest if ya like.”

Bill and Bob went upstairs, and quickly unpacked their clothes, and looked at each other, each with a wide grin on their face.

“Ya know, bro, I’m kinda sweaty after all that driving. I think I’ll take a shower,” and so Bob stripped off his clothes and stood buck naked in front of his brother. He raised his eyebrows as if asking a question, and ever so slowly, started to gyrate his mid-section, from side to side and forward and back. His muscles were smooth and well defined. His bush was neatly trimmed and his tool was rapidly becoming tumescent.

Bill was practically drooling at the sight of his sexy sibling, swaying from side to side, but he casually remarked, “Ya know, what, bro. This is a strange place, and I don’t think you should wander into new showers by yourself. I’d better come too (pun intended!) and, er, ‘give you a hand,’ one way or another.”

Bill slowly stepped out of his clothes, and stood naked, facing his brother. He moved closer, and Bob moved closer to him.

Both their rods were rampant and ready, and they held each other in a hug that brought their naked, aroused, penises into full contact.

“Ummmm,” Bill said as he caressed Bob’s knob.

“Aaaahhhhhh!” responded Bob as he manipulated Bill’s leaking spigot.

Closer and closer they stood, still wrapped in each other’s arms, and lost in the ecstasy of their pre-ejaculatory euphoria.

The two sexy studs were beyond words. Their hands groped ass cheeks, and balls, and cocks. Fists wrapped around each other’s fuck-machines, they pleasured each other. Bob dropped to his knees and lovingly began to take Bill’s meat.  He ran his hands lightly up and down the fine hairs on the back of Bill’s legs.

At first he just puckered his lips and made kissing, sucking motions on the purple glans. Then his tongue began to flick back and forth across Bill’s slit. Bill just put his head back and thought, ‘Suck me, bro. Suck my entire body into your mouth. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop!’

Bob opened his mouth and took all of Bill’s pole into his mouth. His mouth was ever hungry for Bill’s sex machine. For a few minutes, Bill just . . . well, there is no other way to say it. He fucked Bobs face!

Bill pulled out and pushed Bob down onto the floor, so Bob was on his side. Bill then lay beside him in a 69 position. Both brothers were savoring the sweet scent of the other’s pre-cum. They kissed, they ran their tongues up and down the shaft of their partner, and they sucked at each other’s slit as if it was it were a straw,

In and out, harder and harder, and faster and faster their mouths moved, their hands moved, fingering the pink pucker of their partner. They both craved the sweet syrup that was already percolating up from their toes (so it seemed to them!). Their ball sacks contracted close to their body. Their butts contracted as if trying to push the coming geysers out into the air.

“Aaaaarrgggghhhh!” “Ooooooghhh!” “Aaaaaiiiiieeeh!” “Uuuuunnnnhhhhh!”

With moans and groans of delight, they each shot their white, hot, silky, smooth whipped cream into the waiting orifice of their lover. They swallowed what they could and then took their finger wiped up what was on their face and offered it to their lover.

They cleaned each other up and then lay in a post-coital embrace until they heard a voice call . . .

“Dinner in ten minutes, guys!”

“We’ll be right down,” Bob called.

He and Bill ran into the shower, and washed away the juicy jizz they had just ejaculated, got themselves clean, dry, and dressed in tee shirts, shorts and flip-flops, and ran down the steps just a Richard and Troy were bringing food to the table.

“Did you two get to rest?” Richard asked kindly. Of course he had absolutely no idea what had been going on! (Did he? He he he!)

“Yeah, Uncle Richard,“ said Bob, as cool as a cucumber. “We both lay down for a little, and then we got up and showered and dressed, and now, boy! We are starved.”

Troy smiled and said, “Beats me where you two get such appetites. I’m glad you’re getting some exercise.”

Both boys almost choked at that, but they quickly regained their ‘cool.’

Richard had all the food on the table and then looked at Troy and asked, “Would you ask the blessing?”

They all bowed their heads and Troy spoke, “Merciful and Loving God, we thank you for your many blessings. We thank you for the food we are about to enjoy. We thank you for the love in this house. If it be your will, help us to make a wise decision about buying this house.  In His holy name, Amen.”

“Amen,” everyone added, and then they started on their dinner. Halfway through the meal, Bill noticed that his two uncles each had a rather large glass of purple-brown liquid at their places. From time to time they sipped from their glasses.

“What is that, Uncle Richard,” Bill asked.

“Oh, it’s just a tonic that Troy and I take with our evening meal.”

Bob sniffed and said, “It smells like prune juice. Why would you take a glass of prune juice? I’ll bet it would clean you  . . . .” He stopped as he thought of reasons why two men not yet middle aged would take prune juice. He looked at Richard and said, “Oh, I didn’t mean . . .”

Richard looked at him, and said, “Exactly! You know what it does and you can probably figure out why we take it. Boys, if ever you feel your relationship is at the point where you want to take prune juice with your evening meal, just say to Troy or me, “Guys, Bill and I think it’s time.  We’ll know what you mean,”

Bill and Bob blushed a little, but Bob said, “We sure will!”

* * * * *

Later that night, Bill and Bob had gone up to bed  “to sleep? Perchance to cream?”

Richard and Troy went around making sure the house was secure, and they started up the steps, when Richard turned around and quickly went into the first floor bathroom. “Be there in minute!” he told Troy.

Troy smiled and thought to himself, ‘the juice must be working!” Suddenly he felt cramps shoot through him, and he quickly ran up the remaining few steps and went into the bathroom attached to his bedroom.

In their own bedroom, Bill and Bob smiled as they heard the sounds of two flushing toilets. Bill kissed Bob and said, “Do you think we’re ready to tell Uncle Troy ‘that it’s time’?”

“I think so, Bill. In fact, I KNOW I’m ready!”

The two brothers went into a tight huddle and drifted off to sleep, legs wrapped around each other, cock hairs to cock hairs, boner resting against a fellow boner, their bodies perfectly comfortable.

In the other bedroom, Troy came out of the shower wearing only a smile, and said to Richard, “It’s your turn, love, and hurry, oh! Please hurry!”

Richard smirked and said, “You bet, you hunk, you!”

When he came out of the shower five minutes later, also wearing nothing but a smile, he found that Troy had lit some aromatic candles, and placed them on the chest of drawers, and a stand. Troy was lying on his back with a pillow doubled up beneath his hips. As Richard approached the bed, he drew his legs up so that his tight butt was presented to his lover.

“Richard,” he said huskily, “I want your pole in my hole. I want you to lay your hot dog between my waiting buns. I want you to fuck the whipped cream out of me, and fill me with your own sexy smooth syrup. Now! Please. NOW!”

Richard knelt down and began to run his tongue lightly up and down the backs of Troy’s muscular legs. He paid particular attention to the light hair on Troy’s upper legs and the heavier hair on his lower legs. Moving closer to the target area, he placed butterfly kisses on Troy’s butt cheeks.

Troy was beginning to move in abandoned ecstasy, wanting Richard’s rampant rod to penetrate his pulsating, palpitating, pucker. He felt like he might discharge his own seed at any minute, any moment!

Richard wasn’t ready for the final onslaught into that ‘rabbit hole’ that led to such a wonderland! He let his tongue graze on the underside of Troy’s ball sack, and then he took one testosterone maker into his mouth and played with it then released it and paid a similar attention to the other orb of delight.

Troy was now thrashing from side to side and up and down. “Oooooohhhh! Now, Richard, Fill me nooooooowww!” he pleaded. “Fill me, fuck me, fuck me hard, I beg you.”

Richard positioned his penis against the opening and pushed  . . . and pushed . . . and POP! He was in!.

Troy’s sphincter kidnapped the invading muscle mass and held it tightly, not wanting it to leave.

Richard began a slow, almost lazy, in and out motion, almost taking the glans out of the canal. Gradually he increased the tempo. Faster and faster. His strokes became longer and longer.

Richard’s shaft was moving against Troy’s love nut, sending sensations of sheer sexual pleasure throughout Troy’s body. Troy felt his own testicles tighten up against his body. His toes began to curl, and all his muscles tensed waiting . . . waiting . . . and then. . . a glorious release! Troy’s cannon discharged volley after volley of creamy cum, covering his chest, his neck, and even his face,

Now it was Richard’s turn. With almost a roar of pleasure, lust, triumph, call it what you will, he whitewashed Troy’s love chute with a sweet layer of hot, smooth, cum-cream.

Even after ejaculating, Richard remained firm of purpose, and hard of penis. In a few minutes he again decorated his lover’s innermost parts with a second coat of cream.

Now Troy’s love ring clamped down on its purple headed prisoner and simply  . . . would . . . not . . . let  . . it . . . go! Troy again felt the rush of semen course through his body, up his shaft, and out,  OUT, OUT!!! Once more into the space between the two bodies the elixir flowed.

Now spent, emptied of their nectar, yet filled with love, Richard and Troy just lay in each other’s arms and relaxed in that semi-conscious state in which nothing mattered but being with the partner of their life and love.

Just as Troy was dropping off to sleep, he said to Richard, “I like this house. I think we should make the owner an offer!”

“I agree, my love. Good night. I love you,” Richard replied.

“And I you, dear Richard.”

And so, the house on the Lake was filled with love and the four inhabitants slept through the night.

To be continued.

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Abettor’s comments:  Will’s computer must have been smoking when he was writing this chapter.  Remind not to drink any of the tonic stuff when I visit Richard, Troy and the boys.  They must use a lost of toilet tissue. E

Posted: 09/05/08