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

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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.

Chapter 2

July 29: Morning came, as it usually does after night.  Since the two bedrooms faced west, the four men were not awakened by the light of the rising Sun streaming in their windows, but by the twittering of the birds, and the occasional ‘plop’ of a fish jumping out of the water to catch a fly did cause some eye-lids to gradually open, and the other senses to come to life.

Bob became fully awake as he felt someone kissing and sucking his nipple. “Is that you, Bill?” he asked.

“No, it’s the milkman! And who did you think it might be, ass-hole?” was Bill’s rejoinder.

“Ummmm. Well, at least it’s not my brother Bill. He’s so hot, he would have my pole up and . . . . Why, milk-man, you must have been taking lessons from Bill. I have a hard-on like you wouldn’t believe!”

“Oh, sir! Let me remedy that,” and Bill lowered his lascivious lips to his brother’s erection.

In the other room, Troy woke up to find Richard’s arms around his upper torso, and Richard nuzzling the back of his neck, and licking his ear.

“Aahhh! Richard, you wake me up better than any alarm clock.” Troy turned over to face Richard, and kissed him. Their tongues began some ‘sword play,’ and before long their nether appendages were gyrating as if in time to the Khachaturian’s ‘Saber Dance.’

All too soon, it was time to get up. Richard and Troy took a shower together, and then they shaved, got dressed, and went downstairs to start breakfast. Richard wore a blue tee shirt, white Bermuda shorts, and white socks and tennis shoes. Troy wore a similar outfit but his tee shirt was yellow and his shorts were dark green. Socks and tennis shoes completed his outfit.

Just as the bacon was done and Richard was cracking the eggs for frying, Bill and Bob came into the room. They were dressed in identical outfits of red tee shirts and red shorts, with white socks and black basketball shoes.

“Hummmm!  Food! I’m starving!” Bob said.

“Please, kind sir, can you throw a scrap of bread to a starving beggar?” Bill asked in the attitude of Oliver Twist asking for ‘More!’

“Sit down, guys, and Chef Rich-ar-dee (Some readers may remember ‘Chef Boyardee’) will put something on the table shortly, even if it’s only burnt toast!” Troy joked.

“I’ll burn your toast!” Richard said, laughing, as he put a plate of bacon and a rack of toast on the table. “Eggs coming up in a minute.”

When the eggs were done, the four sat, Bill said grace, and the guys fell to.

“Bill, Bob, your Uncle Troy and I are thinking we are probably going to make an offer for this house. Waddaya think?” Richard asked.

“Cool!” “Neat!” Oh, go for it!” were the responses.

“After we clean up we thought we would walk along the shore and maybe pay a call on our neighbors,” Richard announced.

“Wonder if there are any guys our age?” Bill asked.

About 10 o’clock the breakfast dishes were done, the beds were made, and the four were ready to start out on their visit to the next house on the shore to the lake. The four guys found walking sticks in a cupboard. No, they weren’t canes, but walking along the shore, which might be muddy to say the least, or squishy, a stick might come in handy. Richard closed and locked the door, and the group set out.

It was a beautiful day. The walking was easy, but the shore twisted and turned so that they were constantly turning another corner.

Richard stopped, and said, “Listen! I hear voices!”

The two uncles and two nephews walked on. They turned a corner, and Richard said, “Good grief! Look who’s here.”

Facing them were four more men. In the front were Mark Taylor and Al Johnson from the Baltimore Police Department, members of Richard’s division.  With them were two younger men, Mac Williams and Buddy Mason, young men who were living with Pete Harris and Joe Jones, and who were enrolling in Johns Hopkins University premed program.

“Hello, CaptainVidmark. Hello, Lieutenant Hunter, what brings you to this neck of the woods,” Al asked.

“We’re renting the house up the shore, and we’re thinking of buying it. We thought we’d pay a visit to the house over there, and meet the neighbors, and see what kind of people they are,” Richard said.

“I think you already know two of them, sir. It’s us!” Mark said, smiling. “And who are these two young men?”

Troy brought Bill and Bob forward and introduced them as his nephews who were staying with Richard and him for the summer while their parents were on a scientific expedition to Peru.

Al said, “These two young men are Mac Williams and Buddy Mason. They’ve come up for the day from the city with their two ‘dads,’ Pete and Joe.”

“Nice to meet you!” “Good to see you!” With these and other remarks, all eight people shook hands. Bob and Bill couldn’t help but notice that Mac and Buddy were good looking young men, only a year or two older than themselves. Mac and Buddy also were checking the other two young men out. All four silently thought to themselves, ’They seem pretty nice, but I’m sticking with the guy I’ve got.’

“Look, Captain, Lieutenant, you were heading our way, anyhow, so let’s go back and you can meet my grandfather, ‘Big Al’ and his partner Steve, and the rest of the company,” Al urged.

“That’d be nice,” Richard said, “But, look, what is said at the lake, stays at the lake. Up here why don’t we just drop the official titles. I’m Richard. This is Troy and these are his nephews Bob and Bill. Back at the station we’ll have to be formal, but not here, OK?”

“Sure, Captain, er, Richard, Sir, we get you!” Al and Mark gave a mock salute, and they all turned to go to the Cabin. Mac and Buddy fell behind with Bob and Bill, chatting as they made their way along the lakeshore.

At the house, introductions were quickly made, and ‘Big Al’ and ‘Big Steve’ made the newcomers feel right at home. “Got some cold beer in the fridge, if you’d like some,” Al said, “And some sodas for the young’uns.”

Drinks were served and Richard and Troy met Pete and Joe, and Matt and Gary, and Steve Johnson and Jim Smith.

Richard’s intuition told them that the men were probably couples, just as he and Troy were, but his intuition also told him they were all nice people, people he would be happy to have as neighbors.

‘Big Steve’ said, “Now, you four will stay to lunch, of course. Don’t worry, we’ve got plenty of burgers and hot dogs, and the fixins, and salads, and such.”

“If you’re sure it’s no trouble, that would be right neighborly of you,  er--neighbor,” Richard said.

“We’ve got about two hours until lunch time, and the water’s pretty warm. If anybody’d like to go swimming, now would be a good time,” Big Al suggested.

“Gee, Uncle Troy, could we? Only . . . only,  . . . our swim trunks are back at the house,” Bill said.

“Now, now, don’t fret, young man. When we’re all guys up here, and there are no close neighbors, we don’t usually bother with trunks. We just go buck naked – that is, if your uncles say it’s all right.”

“Troy and Richard looked at each other, raised eyebrows, and nodded. “OK, Bill and Bob, you can go,” Troy said. “I think I’ll just sit here and visit with Big Al and Big Steve.”

“I think I’ll pass this time too,” Richard said.

Buddy and Mac took Bob and Bill into the house to show them where they could leave their clothes, and Al and Mark and Jim and Steve also were going to bare their all for the pleasure of a dip in the lake.

With a ‘whoop’ and a ‘hollar’ the right young men ran out of the house, with arms and other appendages flailing and waving in the breeze, and into the water. Troy could not but help feeling a surge of pride as he compared his nephews’ bodies with those of the slightly older guys. ‘Hmmm!’ he thought to himself, ‘Bill and Bob are two good looking studs.”

The water felt cold at first to the swimmers, but their bodies soon adjusted to it. They had a great time, splashing each other. Laughing and giggling, their voices made beautiful sounds in that idyllic setting.

Mac got a devilish look on his face. “Hey, guys, wanna play dick-tag?”

“What are the rules, Mac?” Bob wanted to know.

“Oh, we all stand in a circle, about five feet apart, and someone just dives underwater and grabs the dick of someone else, and then that guy has to dive and grab the dick of someone else. It’s all good clean—er, almost clean---guy fun.”

Bob and Bill looked at each other, nodded, and said, “OK, count us in!”

Mac said, “It was my idea, so I’ll start” he moved outside the water, so it would be hard to follow his progress, he dived and swam below the water. In a few seconds he groped Mark’s meat, and then Mark dived, circled around and grabbed Steve’s stiffy.

Steve thought a minute and then he dived and suddenly he grabbed Jim’s Johnny, and gave it a little squeeze. “Ooooohh! Just you wait, Steve. I’ll have my revenge.”

 

“Promises, promises!” said Steve.

Jim dived and, because he had a wide arms span, he could grab two dicks—Bob’s and Bill’s. Bob dived and went for Buddy’s cock. Bill also dived and he went for Mac’s manhood.

When they had had enough the guys got out of the water. Steve whispered in Jim’s ear, “I’ll give you a big squeeze. Just wait until tonight.”

The older men (I did NOT say old!) men, sat on the porch and chatted. Pete and Joe told how they had gone on a vacation trip to Las Vegas and met  Mack and Buddy and brought them home to live in their house as tenants while they were going to college and medical school. Matt and Gary told how they had met, and Richard and Troy shared some of their experiences in England. Al and Steve told how they had come together (See the story “Looking Ahead”).

Soon it was time to prepare for lunch, and ‘Big Al’ and ‘Big Steve” fired up the grills and when the charcoal was white hot, they put on the burgers and hot dogs. There was potato salad, potato chips, cucumber salad, and pickles and olives.

The swimmers had put on their shirts and shorts and flip-flops and most of them sat around a big table on the porch of the Cabin.

Mac and Buddy filled their plates, and invited Bill and Bob to bring their plates, and they went out and sat in lawn chairs, a little apart from the older guys.

Mac and Buddy were both muscular young men with well-defined six-packs, and muscular shoulders, arms, and chests. Bill and Bob were not quite as developed muscularly as the older two but they were lithe and fit.

“What are you guys going to study in college?” Bob asked.

“I want to be an obstetrician,” Mac said. “I think it would be wonderful to bring new lives into this world.”

“And I’m going to be a pediatrician,” Buddy added. “I like little kids, and I want to see them grow up strong and healthy.”

These remarks might have sounded corny, but the two were so sincere, that Bill and Bib were impressed.

“What about you two,” Buddy asked.

“I’m interested in history and I love doing research in dusty old volumes and finding out about how people really lived ‘in the good old days,’--if they were really all that good!” Bob said.

“I like history too, and I want to write. I love expressing ideas.  I don’t know, maybe Bob and I will become a writing team and turn out books that give people a better picture of what really happened.”

“I certainly hope you two can follow your dream. You may never make a lot of money, but you will enjoy what you do,” Mac smiled at them. Unthinkingly he reached and took Buddy’s hands.

“Could I ask you two something kinda personal?” Bill said.

“Sure, go ahead, friend. If it’s too personal, we’ll just say ‘no comment,’ and move on,” said Mac, having an idea of what the question was going to be.

“Well, are you and Buddy a  . . .  couple? I hope I’m not out of line,” Bill said.

“As a matter of fact, we are, although we don’t go around broadcasting it to the whole world,” Mac said.

Bill gave a deep sigh of relief, and took Bob’s hand. “You see, we are brothers, but we . . . we’re a couple too.”

“Well, you don’t say! We’d never have guessed!” Buddy said and winked at the two.

“There’s something else I—we’d—like to ask, what with the two of you going into medicine and all. We could ask Uncle Troy and Uncle Richard, and they would answer us truthfully, but . . . but . . .”

“But they’re family, and you’d like to ask two guys who are more your age, and who will give you the straight dope,” Mac said. “Ask your question. Anything we can do to help, we will be happy to do, but first of all, do Troy and Richard know that you are more than, uh, just j/o buddies?”

“Sure! And he and Uncle Richard are a couple too. They’re fine with us being a couple.”

“OK, what do you want to know?” Buddy asked. “We won’t be shocked. Why I could tell you  . . . well, maybe some other time. What do you want to know?”

“Well, we do care for each other, and we hope we’ll be able to live our lives together, but so far, we have been just what you said, j/o buddies and ’69 sweethearts,’ and now we think we’re ready to go to a higher level. We were wondering, well, just how . . .?”

Buddy and Mac put their heads together and talked quietly, and the words ‘I’ll be the straight man, and you…,’ were heard and then Buddy turned to Bill and Bob.

“OK, let’s pretend you guys are in a class for gay sex education. We are going to say some things, as if we were a couple of wrinkly old professors, and we are speaking to a large group of guys.  That way you need not feel any embarrassment.” Buddy cleared his throat as if he were indeed an old guy.

“Good morning gentlemen,” Buddy said. “I am Professor Lance Fullcumalot and this is my colleague, Herr Busch von Groin.”

Mac stood up and bowed.

“First of all, gentlemen, and ‘I am unanimous’ in this,” Fullcumalot said, quoting Molly Sugden on a well know television show on the BBC, anal sex is not a ‘higher level,’ it is a ‘different level.’ Whether you prefer manual, oral, or anal sex as a means of expressing your love, it matters not as long as both partners are happy and satisfied, and neither partner is uncomfortable.”

“Next,” he went on, “Cleanliness is of the utmost importance! You don’t want to get any ‘prune Danish’ on your prick! Take a laxative. Use a douche bag. Do something!”

“Oh, Professor Fullcumalot, would prune juice do?”

“I think it might if you drank a large enough glass.”

‘Herr Busch’ spoke next. “You must prepare de bodies for der great adventure. You must obtain some sort of lubrication, vedder it be de hand lotion, or saliva, or some type of commercial preparation. Personally, I like to use my tongue to get my friend’s tunnel of love ready.”

‘Fullcumalot’ went on. “Think about the presentation of your own body. Should you trim or shave your pubic bush or not. I like my partner to have the ‘hairy ape’ look, so no razor touches ‘Herr Busch’s’ cock hairs. Oh my Gawd, he’s so sexy!”

“And I,” said his colleague, “Like to run my tongue over a smooth surface so Lance keeps his body hair trimmed.”

“Cool!” said Bob and Bill together.

‘Herr Busch’ pretended to look off in the distance, and suddenly said, “You, young man in der back row. Keep your hands on top of the table. If you haf a problem mit a precocious prick, see me in my office. Ve vill work on your problem togetter! Heh! heh!”

Bill and Bob laughed out loud. Up on the porch, Richard said to Pete, “Looks like the ‘young’uns’ are having a good time.”

“Mac and Buddy are fine young men,” Pete said. “They won’t let any harm come to your nephews.”

“Now when the moment comes for penetration, “’Lance’ said in a serious voice, “There may be some pain, but it will pass. If the ‘receptor’ will push out, it will help the ‘giver’ enter more easily.”

“Now, you gentlemen vill be vondering about speed of der stroking,” ‘Busch’ said. “Dat is someting you vill have to work on togetter. The best speed, or speeds, are dose dat let the two partners achieve der climaxes as close together as possible.”

“That’s the end of the lecture,” Buddy said. “You will make some mistakes, but with love and patience, you’ll achieve many wonderful experiences. And, any time you have questions and we can help you with, please, just ask.”

“That’s right,” Mac said, “And what Buddy doesn’t know, I probably do.”

The four guys stood up, and hugged each other.

“Thanks, guys, You’ve been a great help,” Bill said.

“Can we get together some time, back in Baltimore?” Bob asked.

“Sure!” said Buddy and Mac.

All too soon it was time for Richard, Troy, and their two nephews to go back to their house. They declined an invitation to dinner, but promised to come back the next day.

Richard put that pot roast he had talked about in the oven, and put some cut up potatoes and carrots, and onions in the pot.  Bob and Bill went up to their room to do some talking.

“Are we ready for this ‘different step’?” Bob asked his brother.

Bill responded by giving Bob a deep tongue kiss, and said, “You bet your sweet bippy, bro! I want to feel you in me, I want you to coat my innermost being with your spunk!”

Downstairs, Richard and Troy found they were running low on “p.j.” They only had enough for two glasses!

The boys came down, looking happy and confident. Dinner was eaten with gusto and appreciation. Lips were smacked, and when knives and forks were laid down, four tummies were rubbed by four diners who had dined extremely well.

Bob said, “Er .. . uh . . . Uncle Troy, Uncle Richard, Bill and I have decided that ‘this is the time.’ May we . . . could we . . .  would you give us some of that prune juice, please?”

“Wha. . . oh .  . sure, boys,” Troy said. Two glasses coming up!”

Bill and Bob took their glasses and raised them in a toast to each other, and Bill said, “Uncle Troy, aren’t you and Uncle Richard going to have any?”

“No, boys,” Troy said. “I’m a little tired tonight. We thought we’d give it a pass. Go ahead, have fun.”

Bill and Bob drained their glasses, and got up and hugged their uncles. They went—no--they ran upstairs.

Troy looked at Richard sheepishly. “What could I do?”

“Troy, I think you did absolutely the right thing! Tomorrow we’ll go to town and get some more, but for tonight . . . let’s let the boys have the house to themselves. We can take a blanket out on the lawn, and . . . and I have a special whipped cream I’d like you to savor, while I sample your nectar!”

It was dark, so Richard and Troy stripped naked, grabbed a blanket, and went out into the starlit night.

I wouldn’t want to take bets on which couple got the least amount of sleep that night. Would you?

To be continued.

Feedback always welcome:     

Author’s postscript: This chapter had more ‘wordplay’ than ‘swordplay,’ but I hoped you liked it anyhow.

E’s Comments:  I’m still concerned about who lives in the cabin on the other side of house.  I hope the guys go slow their first time around.  Prune juice -- Yuck!

Posted: 09/12/08