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

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“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?

Chapter 3

July 30:

Bill and Bob woke up after a night of making passionate love. They got dressed and came down to breakfast. Troy was just spooning pancake batter onto a hot griddle, and another pan had bacon which was just starting to sizzle.

Some devil made Richard ask the two lads, “Would you like orange juice, or . . .  prune juice for breakfast?”

“Orange juice, please, Uncle Richard, since last night we were almost out of the other,” Bob said.

As the four ate their breakfasts, they discussed their plans for the day.

“Troy and I are going into town for some shopping, and we’re going to stop at the realtor’s office and make an offer for this house. Then Al and Steve have invited all of us for an ‘end-of-weekend’ lunch, since we’ll be going home this afternoon,” Richard said.

“Are you really going to make an offer for this house? Cool!” said Bill.

“Yep,” Richard and Troy said in unison, and then started laughing.

Bill and Bob talked for a minute and Bob said, “We’ll go for a walk around the lake, and meet you at Al and Steve’s for lunch.”

“Okay, boys, but be careful,“ Richard said, smiling at the two lads.

Richard and Troy got in the car and drove off to town. Bill and Bob cleared the table, and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

While the dishwasher was doing its thing, Bill suddenly, “Bro, I want you to take me now.”

“Right now? In the morning?” Bob gasped in surprise and delight,.

“Nobody’s home, and right now, my pucker is yearning for your pole to invade me.”

Bill raised his tee shirt above his navel. His abdomen, with its nicely developing six pack, looked so beautiful in the morning sun that Bob felt a stirring in his loins. Bill leaned back against a sofa and said , “Come on, Bob, get naked, too.” He had a sexy grin on his face.

He raised his shirt a little higher and began to rub and tweak, his nipples. He put his finger in his mouth and rubbed his saliva on those brown nubs that were getting harder and harder. Bob was getting harder and harder too. He began to slide his shorts down over his hips.

Bill looked at Bob from under his eyebrows with a demanding look on his face as if to say, “Come on, put your prick to good use. I want to feel your shaft sliding in and out of my ring. Oooh! Make my ass jump with your joy-stick!”

Bill now had his shorts off, and he lay down on the carpet with his buttocks spread, and his cock at full staff.  “Fuck me, Bob. Fuck me good and hard!”

Bill raised his legs as high as he could, and presented his back door to Bob who was now naked and drooling at two ends of his body. Bill’s ass cheeks were smooth and almost hairless.

Bob knelt down and ran his tongue over his sibling’s sensuous body. Bob used his saliva to lubricate the channel up which he would soon be steaming, . . . reaming . . . ., creaming, . . . . ., screaming with love. He put his pole where it was supposed to go and he pushed.

Bill was ready for him and humped his back, as if to pull Bob’s boner deeper and deeper into that wonderful place.

<hump> <push> <hump> <push>

Bob began to feel his stud-juice boil in his balls. His toes curled, and his testicles drew closer to his body.

<hump> . . . .<push> . . ..>RELEASE!> <RELEASE!> <RELEASE!>

Bob released his spunk into Bill’s anal canal, in three shots that were so powerful, Bob thought they must have gone all the way to Bill’s stomach, and from there, up his esophagus.

Bob finally withdrew and Bill faced him, his chest and abdomen coated with his own spunk. Bill put some of the creamy ejaculate on his fingers and put them into Bob’s mouth. Bob licked his brother’s fingers, and then put some of Bill’s ‘Thrill-Cream,’ (just a dab) on his own fingers and put them to Bill’s mouth. Bill licked the fingers clean.

They lay in each other’s arms for a few minutes, and then decided they had better get up, shower again, and get dressed, and walk to Al and Steve’s.

They were about half-way along the shore, when they came to a sun-lit glade that was so beautiful, they stopped, and Bill drew Bob into his arms and kissed him.

They were about to kiss again, when they heard a mysterious man’s voice come from out of the trees. “Stop. Do not move a muscle.”

Both boys were petrified. ‘Who was this man?’ ‘Was he some kind of pervert?’ ‘What was he going to do to them?’ These thoughts ran through their minds.

“Don’t move!” the voice said again. Then the frightened boys heard an even more ominous sound, the w-r-r-r-r-r of a rattlesnake.

<BANG!>  A shot rang out!

“Okay, Bob and Bill, you can move now.” said the voice and out from the trees stepped Al and Mark. Mark’s pistol was still smoking.

Al said, ‘Guys, outdoor fun and games are nice, but please don’t put yourselves at risk. This place isn’t known as Rattlesnake Ridge for nothing!” He pointed to the body of a dead rattler, its head blown off.

“Thanks, guys,” Bill finally managed to get out the words.
 

* * * * *

Richard and Troy had driven into town. Their first stop was at the realtor’s office. Mr. Jackson was a middle-aged man with a pleasant smile. He was wearing a white sport shirt and brown slacks. He invited them to sit down and asked if they’d like coffee.

“That’d be nice,” Troy said.

While they sipped some delicious coffee and enjoyed a cinnamon bun, Richard said, “Mr. Jackson, we want to make an offer to buy the cabin that we have been renting.”

“Mr. Vidmark, I happen to know that the owners are anxious to sell. Their asking price is $150,000.00 for the house and land, but you might be able to bargain them down a little. The property has been on the market for several months, and this is the first offer to be made. I would offer, oh, say $110,000.00.”

“That’s good advice, Mr. Jackson, but aren’t you reducing your own commission if we offer less?” Richard wanted to know.

“Well, yes, I am in a away, but you see, I love this area. I was born here and grew up here. I want to see good people on that property, not some developer whose going to put up a bunch of tract houses, or maybe a motel. God forbid!”

After some more discussion, papers were signed, and hands were shaken. “I’ll get in touch with the owners and see what they say . . . . and by the way, up the shore from your cabin, there’s another nice property for sale. You don’t know anyone who might be interested, do you?”

“No, but if we hear of anyone, we’ll let you know. Bye, for now,” Richard and Troy shook hands and left.

Their next stop was a pharmacy. Richard and Troy  needed some toothpaste. While he and Troy were walking down the aisle, they saw something that made them stop and look carefully at the merchandise on sale.

“You know, Troy, this might be better than the prune juice.”

“What . . . oh, a douche bag! Yeah, I think you’re right,” Troy said quietly, not wanting anyone to hear.

“I’m gonna buy one, and you buy one, and we’ll give them to the boys this evening. We can pick up two for us, later.”

Troy giggled, and said, “I'm glad you thought of this. To tell you the truth, Rich, I was getting a little tired of prune juice. Oh, yuck!”

“Troy, it’s 11:30. I think we had better make tracks for Al and Steve’s. They’ve invited us for lunch.

* * * * *

At Al and Steve’s, Bill and Bob were there with Al, Jr., and Mark, and Jim and Steve. Richard and Troy were greeted warmly, and soon the group was seated around a long table on the porch enjoying a light lunch of cold cuts, sub rolls, potato chips and all the ‘fixins.’

Richard told Al, Sr., that he and Troy had made a firm offer for the house they had been renting.

“That’ll be great, having you for neighbors,” Al said.

“Yes, and if the deal goes through, we are going to return the hospitality you have shown us the last few days,” Richard said.

“Aw, shucks, tweren’t nothing,” Steve, Sr., said in his best imitation of Pa Kettle.

Troy’s eyes lit up. “I know who you are, you’re ‘Pa Kettle,’ from that great series of movies.”

Al, Sr., chimed in, with “That couple first appeared in a movie called ‘The Egg and I,’ with Fred Mac Murray and Claudette Colbert. Hollywood saw that the couple would be sure-fire moneymakers in their own movies.”

Troy responded, “I’ll never forget Pa’s saying grace in one movie. He tipped his hat, looked at the sky, and said, ‘Much obliged for everything.’”

After the laughter died down, Richard got serious and said,” You don’t know anyone who might want to buy that house on the other side of the one we’re buying, do you? Mr. Jackson would like to find a buyer because some real estate developer wants to buy some of the land so he can ‘develop’ it. He was very glad we were willing to buy the house.

Steve, Sr., had a grin on his face. “Well, isn’t that a coincidence! Pete and Joe were just saying that they might be interested in buying some property up here. I’m going to go inside and give them a call and tell them to call Mr. Jackson. Maybe they can work something out.”

Al, Sr., also got a smile on his face, and said, “It would be swell to have all three properties owned by three groups of friends. We’d all be close enough to visit and far enough away that we wouldn’t be ‘treading on each other’s toes,’ so to speak, all the time.”

About 2:30, Richard said, “I guess we’d better get moving.   We need to go back to the house so we can be ready to leave first thing in the morning since of us have to go back to work.  Uuughhh!”

“Richard, you know you love your job,” said Troy, with a grin.

“I know, Troy, but these few days have been just ‘g-r-r-r-e-e-a-t.”

“Ooooh! Tony the Tiger,” Jim and Steve said in unison.

“Aaahhh! You’ll never know!” smirked Troy. Richard swatted him ‘up along side the haid.’

When Richard, Troy, Bill, and Bob got back to the house, Richard handed the two boys the douche bags they had bought for them.

“Read the instructions, guys,” he told them.

Bill and Bob read them and said, “E-e-e-w-w-w! Aren’t these for women to use?”

Troy said, “Listen to me you two. These are for ensuring cleanliness, and cleanliness is important for both men and women. I think you should use them. Richard and I are going to buy two more when we get back to town, and  . . . . (and Troy got an evil grin on his face) . . . just think of them a ‘preparation for invasion!’”

“What?  . . . oh! . . . Gotcha, Uncle Troy. We’ll use them,” Bill said.

Bob added, “Especially if we don’t have to drink so much prune juice! I mean a little is all right, but those big glasses! Yuck!”

“That’s settled then. Let’s all catch a late afternoon dip in the lake, have an early supper and get to bed, so we can be on the road in good time tomorrow,” Richard smiled.

Supper was prepared and eaten and the dishes washed, and the four men went out to the lake for a last skinny dip. Just as the sun was touching the horizon, Troy said, “I think it’s time you two got to bed. Don’t stay up too late.”

Somehow Bill and Bob got the idea that their Uncle Troy wanted to have some time alone with Uncle Richard, so they said “Good night,” and went in the house..

“Aahhh! Alone at last,” said Richard.

“Yup!” said Troy, and then he moved to Richard and took him into a tight hug, and whispered in his ear “Ya wanna play a little dick-tag, sexy?”

“Good idea!” said Richard, “And the last one to be it has to . . .” and he whispered something in Troy’s ear, who grinned and said, “O-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h!”

* * * * *

July 31

The next morning the four were packed, the house had been cleaned, and they got in the car

They dropped the keys off at Mr. Jackson’s and were on the road to Baltimore. They stopped for lunch at a hamburger joint, and were on their way again. Bill and Bob were in the back seat and the smooth ride made them sleepy and they fell into a light doze each resting his head on the head or shoulder of his brother.

“Look at that,” Troy said to Richard. “They are so sweet. My brother has a picture of them like that when they were two. Not a care in the world!”

“I know, love. They are good guys,” was all Richard could say.

As the afternoon progressed, the sky darkened, and it began to rain, followed by thunder and lightning. Richard had his windshield wipers on, and his lights, but the rain was coming so fast he had to slow down. He put the radio in to hear the news, but the storm created a lot of static. He was about to turn the radio off when the announcer’s voice took on a different tone.

“Ladies and Gentlemen. We interrupt our regular broadcast . . .”

asdhjahkaq8odckasjaj <Static>

“Pan-Am Flight 412 from La Guardia. . . .”

agdsjhaie kdsbkjshohf xbhsab <more static.>

“In the Caribbean . . . . “

ahjahjkkhieweijkjhsskj <still more static?

“No known . . . . “

dghaagjagjaagja <still more static>.

Richard and Troy looked at each other with horror on their faces.

Richard saw a State Police Barracks up ahead, and he pulled off the road onto the parking lot.

“I’m going in and identify myself, and ask if I can call a friend of mine who’s chief of security at BWI airport. Maybe he can tell me what’s happened.”

Richard went into the police barracks. Bill and Bob woke up, and said, “What’s happening? Why are we parked here?”

“Richard went into the State Police Barracks to make a phone call. He’ll be back in a moment.”

Richard was back shortly, and said, “The Major has invited us all to come in and have some coffee before we continue our journey, Let’s go and get a little warm and dry.” He looked at Troy and just shook his head.

The Major welcomed them and invited to go into a conference room while he rustled up some coffee and something to snack on.

Richard thanked him and led the others into the room and shut the door.

The Major was a kind-hearted man, and he and all the other officers in the barracks knew what was coming.

Suddenly, from the room, came “N-o-o-o-! It can’t be!” “There must be a mistake. N-o-o-o-o! I don’t believe it.”

<loud sobs>

<louder sobs>

“A-A-A-R-G-G-G-H-H-H-H-! NO!”

<silence from the room>

The Major got a cart with a kettle of boiling water and a teapot, and cups and saucers. He went to the door, and knocked and went in.

He saw Richard and Troy, each sitting on a couch, holding one of the boys.  Their tears had subsided, and they were just sitting, staring, being held in the arms of two men whose faces were also tear-streaked.

“You young men have had a shock, and the best thing for shock is a good cup of hot tea, with plenty of sugar, and maybe . . .”  He held up a bottle of whiskey . .  ; “If your Uncles would permit?”

Richard and Troy nodded yes, and the Major poured four cups of tea, ‘fortified” with a good dollop of whiskey.

After half-an-hour, Bill and Bob seemed calmer. The rain had stopped, and Richard thanked the Major, and said, “We’d better get home. We’ll have a lot to do tomorrow! Thank you so much, Major.”

“I’m just sorry we had to meet under these circumstances. Look, I’m probably going to sound like a ‘Mother Hen,’ but here’s my card. Give me a call when you get home so I know you made it safely.”

“We will, and thanks again.” Richard and Troy, shook the Major’s hand, and Bill and Bob were able to say, “Thank you.”

And so, our friends resumed their journey.

To be continued...
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Encourager’s Comments:  What a bummer of a way to end a vacation.  At least the poor guys won’t be having to go broke buying prune juice now.  Remind me to never visit Richard and Troy on Rattlesnake Ridge without my pistol loaded. E

Posted: 09/26/08