Somerset Farm 

                                                                                        by Jamie Haze

 

 

CHAPTER 8


"Holy fucking shit!" Doug howled, when the canoe got close enough
to Doug and Buck for them to grab it and stop it. He giggled, looking down
on them standing in waist deep water, Buck's waist, not Doug's. Doug's cock
was floating on the surface like a spent torpedo, while Marc could just see
Buck's as it appeared to be struggling to the surface for air. "That was
absolutely a fantastic fuck scene. I wish I could have gotten closer, but
the ass hole doing the paddling wouldn't let me. He didn't want to disturb
you two love birds." He frowned at his camera, and patted it
affectionately. "I committed the cardinal sin of photographers, I ran out
of fucking film, but who knew? I think I got some good ones anyway." He
looked back at Paul who was just smiling and looking at the three younger
guys. "I also couldn't get you at a very good angle. I wanted more
profile, but fuck face wouldn't budge." He looked down at Buck and
grinned. "If you aren't doing anything tomorrow, if you want to, paddle on
over and spend the day. You can get rid of those silly tan lines, and you
and Doug can fuck around some more, and I could get some shots suitable for
framing." He giggled at the thought then extended it. "You both could
give one to your parents as Christmas gifts."

Doug frowned seriously at the idea, but Buck giggled and nodded.
Then he stopped and looked hopeful at each of them before he asked, "How
about now?" He frowned at Doug, then put on a beaten puppy look. "I can't
go home now, Doug threw my bathing suit in the drink. Could I borrow one
of yours?"

A small evil smile escaped him when Doug exploded. "ME! I threw your suit
overboard? No way, cock sucker, you did it yourself."

Buck shrugged, "Whatever, it's gone, so I can't go home until after dark at
least. You certainly wouldn't abandon me out here in the middle of nowhere
would you? The mosquitoes will eat me alive at sundown."

Doug grinned at Buck, "Well that's just fucking tough shit isn't it? You
tossed your suit intentionally didn't you?" He demanded, then got a hand
on the back of Buck's neck and slowly squeezed it with his thumb and index
finger until Buck winced. "If you come back with us, the bugs might have
to go hungry tonight, because we won't leave anything in you for them to
suck." Doug warned, and let him go.

Buck giggled, "Is that a yes?" He asked enthusiastically while throwing his
arms around Doug's neck and kissing him with exaggerated tongue, so the
guys in the boat could see it entering Doug's mouth. He pulled back and
smiled sweetly. "I guess being abused by you three big strong guys is a
sacrifice I'll have to make if I want to borrow a suit from you."

"Goddamn," Paul mumbled, "talk about whore hounds. Just make that two
guys, I'm not a cradle robber, but thanks."

The three younger boys giggled, and then Marc grinned at his brother. "You
know we're still young and hot, while you're old and almost over the hill.
You can't even come more than three or four times in one day
anymore. That's sad, really sad."

"If you keep running your mouth, the mosquitoes are going to get all of us.
Just put that fucking camera down and grab that paddle, or they won't need
to bite you to get at your blood." Paul said with a slight grin and a
raised eyebrow.

"OOPS!" Marc grinned and looked down at the guys in the water. "Just so
you know, it is possible to piss the old guy off if you push him too far.
I think I'll do some paddling now." He gently placed his camera propped
against the center seat, then helped Paul move the boat out from shore with
practiced ease.

Doug started scanning the water's surface. Buck watched him. "What are
you looking for?"

"My paddle remember?" Doug pointed, "There it is, I'll get it." He bent his
body and disappeared under the water. He surfaced twenty feet further out,
and started swimming easily toward the lost paddle. All of a sudden he
noticed Buck alongside him, then was past him.

Buck rolled and switched strokes so he could see Doug treading water behind
him. "I'll race you for it!" He called to Doug, then, "And the loser gets
fucked! Ready, set, go!" he added in less than two seconds, before he
rolled again and started doing a serious breaststroke.

"Why you little..." Doug started to complain. He was going to mention that
the start was something less than sportsmen like. Then he decided to catch
up to Buck first, before he decided whether he wanted win and be on top
again, or just barely lose, so he could watch the tireless little body
mount him and Buck could be rid of the last bit of his bothersome
virginity. He stretched out and began moving. He was surprised that he
didn't overhaul Buck as quickly as he thought. In the end, when Buck
grabbed the errant paddle first, it was only because he didn't stretch his
arm out for it far enough. They bobbed together, holding the paddle.

Doug spit. "Shit Buck, you're pretty fast, very fast. How come you
haven't joined the team?" He grinned, "If you had, you could have seen
what's hidden by spandex a lot sooner than today."

Buck nodded and giggled. "That would have been the problem. I always got
hard just sitting in the bleachers watching you. If I ever got in the
locker room to see you, and I was on the team and naked too, ZOOM!" His
arm and fist flew straight up out of the water, "Instant hard on time."

"What about now? I know you'd do well, you just gave me a race. You could
probably go varsity your first year. Half the team right now couldn't beat
you, and with some practice, well, you'd go from nerd to jock in a heart
beat."

"Maybe I will." Buck was sold on the idea, when he looked at Doug wading
the last few feet to the beached kayak, then down at himself. He was more
or less flaccid, and he didn't even need to be, since there was no one but
Doug to see him. He looked out on the water to see where the canoe was.
"Why don't we just beat the shit out of those two pretty boy jocks together
for starters?"

Doug looked up. "Yeah! Let's get `em. Oaks together, forever! Or
whatever the fucking motto is. I guess I'll have to learn all that shit if
I board there." Doug said with effort, because he and Buck were really
digging in and actually making a minor wake as they started to overtake the
unsuspecting canoe.

"You're going to board? Fantastic, we can room together." Buck said
without looking back.

"Yeah if I can convince my father, but Marc is transferring and we were
talking about rooming together too. Bummer. But maybe something could be
worked out, we'll see."

"There's like four rooms in the old dorm that are really big, there's four
beds, and each room has it's own bath. No one likes them so the school
sticks newbe nerds in there. Maybe we could wangle one of those. Come to
think about it, my father's a Trustee, so there's no maybe about it."

Further discussion ended at that point, because they started to pass the
canoe. Paul and Marc noticed they were being raced, and all hell broke
lose. Breath was saved for paddling after a few war hoops and taunts about
being pussies, cock suckers and cum eaters, back and forth between boats.
The canoe was no match for the sleek kayak or it's four blades, versus two
in the canoe. By the time the narrow hull was driven half its length up on
the lawn adjacent to the bunkhouse, its crew was a synchronized team. The
canoe's bow thunked the turf near them a minute later. All four boys were
breathing hard from the exertion but laughing and congratulating each other
on the excellence of the impromptu race.

Marc stepped out of the canoe cradling his precious camera to his chest
like a baby and started walking up to the house. "Come on up to the dark
room and we'll see how well I did. Fuck me, you guys understand we would
have beat your asses if I didn't have this fucking blunderbuss balanced on
my knees, paddling like a bitch in heat, AND trying to keep it dry."

"Is that what you were doing?" Paul asked. "I was wondering why you were
padding air. I thought you were trying to keep your fucking paddle dry
while I did all the work." He grinned when Marc smirked, gave him the
finger and didn't have an instant come back to his accurate criticism.
"But that was a good warm up. I think I'll go workout for half an hour
while you guys watch Marc raise Kodak's stock another point." He changed
direction, heading to the side of the house.

Buck looked interested when Paul said `workout'. "Could I workout with
you? Doug thinks I should join the swim team, and some more muscle
wouldn't hurt me any before school starts." Buck looked wide-eyed and
eagerly hopeful.

"Sure Buckminster, I'd enjoy the company." Paul answered and reached out to
put a big brotherly arm on Buck's shoulders.

Buck spun away, turned scarlet and glared up at Paul. "How come you know
my name?" He demanded. Paul smiled, while Doug and Marc started giggling,
which upset Buck further, as he turned his glare to include them.

Paul smiled, "Well that's your father's name, your nickname is Buck, so its
logical isn't it? Are you Junior?" He asked calmly.

"No fucking way, that would be even worse. I'm the fucking, Fourth. Can
you believe that my great grand father, grand father and my own father
would inflict a name like that on their first born sons?" Buck's
expression was incredulous, as if he still couldn't believe the continued
act of cruelty. The boys were standing by a sliding door leading into the
family room.

Paul shrugged. "It happens sometimes I guess. Okay, no more Buckminster.
Its just Buck from now on." His gaze swept Marc and Doug. "Right guys?" He
asked, but his look indicated he was willing to enforce his edict if
necessary.

Marc looked puzzled, "Wait a minute, I've heard that name before somewhere,
let me think," he snapped his fingers. "I know! Newsweek!" I closed his
eyes and recited, "Buckminster Trenton, the third, infamous billionaire
corporate raider. One of the most feared men in the business world." He
opened his eyes and looked down on Buck in genuine amazement and awe. "Is
that your father? Holy shit!"

Buck watched his foot grind innocent blades of grass into pulp. He nodded
without comment. Paul frowned at his brother. "DUH! Earth to Marc. Where
the fuck have you been? Dad's mentioned him any number of times over the
two years since he bought the property and started to build that monster
house."

Marc shrugged and grinned, "It must have been at breakfast, and you know
I'm not a fast waker-upper, and I wasn't listening." His grin turned to a
leer as he thought up an additional excuse, "Besides I still don't get
enough sleep, you won't let me." He turned to Doug and Buck to explain.
"When I DO fall asleep, I sleep like the dead, then HE wakes up and wants
to knock off a piece of ass in the middle of the night. He doesn't even
have the common courtesy to wake me up normally and ask. He just arranges
my innocent body the way he wants it, and I surface when I feel myself
being mashed into the fucking mattress." Doug and Buck bent over laughing
at Marc's description and contrived look of offended innocence.

Paul was laughing too, but also shaking his head. "So you're a sound
sleeper, big deal. What about when I'm asleep, and YOU want to play? I
suppose its all right if you half bite my cock off to get my attention?"

Marc giggled. "It works doesn't it."

"Yeah, it works. Enough bull shit. Come on Buck, I'll set you up with a
program for a swimmer." Paul looked at Doug and asked, "Light resistance,
lots of reps?" Doug nodded as Paul waved and put his arm over Buck's
shoulders successfully.

Buck leaned into Paul's side then put his arm tentatively around Paul's
waist and looked up to gauge his reaction. Paul just grinned down on the
smaller boy and tightened his grip. Buck beamed in shear pleasure. "Do
you have, like, weights, dumb bells and bar bells and stuff?" He asked
excitedly as they rounded the side of the house.

Paul nodded. "Some, but Nautilus mostly. The dumb bell is on his way to
his darkroom," he added in a louder voice. They giggled together and waited
briefly.

"I heard that!" Marc hollered with a laugh. "That was a good one. Now I
AM going to plaster your ass on every wall in there, and maybe one or two
of Dad's fat old poker buddies will want to play drop the soap with you
too!"

Paul raised his arm with his middle finger up, without looking back.
"We'll meet you in the bunkhouse in an hour!"

"You said half an hour!" Marc protested.

"So enlarge something!" Paul shouted finally, from a hundred yards away.
Teenage laughter echoed from the bunkhouse to the field house.

Like Doug, Buck stood in the field house doorway and looked impressed, but
not boggled like Doug was. "This place is so tough. My dad told me yours
was building this, and the reason, and I wanted to come over here and
hopefully meet you and maybe ask if I could watch you practice, pictures of
you at school meets don't do you justice, but I never had the balls to do
it. Now here I am. What are you going to do first?" Buck realized he'd
said too much when he saw Paul frowning at him.

"I don't understand, how'd your father find out about this building? And
where'd you get pictures of me at meets?

"My dad is always curious about people. He had you kind of checked out
just before he bought that property for the new house. Not just your
family, all the new neighbors, and he gets regular updates until he tells
them to stop. The rest were stopped, yours wasn't after I saw pictures of
you and Mark, because I thought maybe after we moved in that we might
become friends, at least Marc and me, you're too old really for me to pal
around with." Buck studied the floor and stammered, "You see because of my
father and our name, I don't, well, I've never, well, had any, well, real
friends." Buck peeked up at Paul. "I actually had a picture of Marc
framed. I kept it in my bedroom, and kind of made believe that we were
friends."

"That was until I saw Doug in school. I, I kind of fell for him, you know,
love at first sight. My father said it was puppy love when I asked him to
check his family out too, and why."

Paul interrupted Buck's monologue, "You did what? Your father knows about
you, that you like guys, and think you love Doug?"

"Oh yes, we don't have any secrets from each other. When I told him I was
gay he called it a phase in growing up, but he didn't answer me when I
asked why I got a case of the Trenton boner every time I looked at Doug in
person. My father is only an inch taller than I am, and we're hung the
same. He told me that, I've never seen him, you know, hard, but I know
he's all Mom can handle. She's what he calls a screamer. Anyone sleeping
in our old house knew how many times and how long they lasted, even the
servants, you know, what they were doing in bed, I mean fucking."

"I really do know what you meant Buck." Paul said kindly. He was listening
while he walked around the workout area and adjusted five pieces of
apparatus for Buck. Buck stayed at his side. "Did you say anything to
Doug tonight when you were together?"

"No, not yet, there wasn't time. We stared at each other the whole last
school year, but never said a word to each other. I thought he should have
put the make on me, because he's older, but he never said boo. Then I
started imagining that he knew who I was, and he hated me. My dad makes
enemies every day because of what he does to them, or I mean their
companies, but he says he can't raid a healthy company and make money, so
he leaves them alone. But any company with poor management can be had."

"Anyway, tonight on our beach, Doug asked me what my fucking name was. Can
you believe that? He didn't know who I was, only that I stared at him.
Later by the rock, he told me he was just scared shitless of talking to me
because he was a virgin. He told me if he talked to me and asked me
something serious, that I might laugh at him, the big jerkwad. Then he
thought I'd go blabbing that he was a queer or something. Then just now
when your big mouth brother said that shit about my father, Doug didn't
seem to care, just like you don't care. You don't do you?"

"Nope." Paul said with a grin. "Not really, but I'm not real happy about
being spied on. I doubt if Doug would be either, so let's just keep that
our little secret, okay?"

Buck suddenly pasted his slight body to Paul's, then stood on his tiptoes
to kiss him on the cheek. That wasn't where he was aiming, but Paul turned
his head. "Sorry, I'm just happy you aren't mad and you still like me."

"Enough bull shit. You should be happy that you're still alive. Start on
this thing, then move to another. Do three sets of twenty hard reps on
each piece. I'm going to do some tumbling moves, but I'm also going to
watch you, if you do any wrong I'll tell you, and if you start fucking off,
THEN I will kill you." Paul's heavy frown turned into a grin as Buck
eagerly nodded and started to straddle a bench seat. "Hold it, come in the
locker room I'll get you one of Marc's jocks, and a towel to sit on when
you use the equipment. Doug wouldn't be a happy camper if you started
carrying your nuts around in a baggy."

Doug leaned on a counter watching Marc with his glove covered hands out of
sight in a box stripping the accumulated rolls of exposed film out of their
protective cartridges and feeding them into the big humming developing
machine sitting in the middle of the floor. What Marc told him was
originally a guest room intended for their friends use wasn't just `taken
over' for use as a dark room, it had been converted into a professional
film processing laboratory complete with counters and cabinets and what
appeared to be new and modern enlarging equipment.

"So what do you think of little Buck?" Marc asked. "I think he's hot. I
know he's got the hots for you. Tell me you both are planning to spread
yourselves around tonight aren't you? I'm don't think I'll mind seconds,
sloppy or otherwise. That will be a first for Paul and I too. Cherries
are falling fast and furious all over the place."

"Are they ever, and here I was thinking I was going to die of old age still
a virgin. Buck and I spent the whole school year staring at each other at
lunchtime. When all one of us had to do was to say a simple `Hi.' to the
other. The ice would have been broken and we'd have gotten together
somehow, somewhere in the school if we had to cut classes and lock the
janitor out of his broom closet. You know though, it's dumb luck, but far
better that we met up tonight. Now there's no hurry and we won't be
hassled. I wonder what time he has to be home? I hope it isn't too
early."

Marc looked up at Doug. "Do you love him? You look like you do when you
talk about him."

Doug was startled by the comment. He shrugged first, then didn't answer
immediately. "I, I don't know. I never thought about it with him, or any
guy. Do you think two guys can love each other?" He snapped his fingers,
"Just like that? I know I spent a lot of time fantasizing about him. I've
pictured him and I in bed together doing everything, you know, not always
on top, or on the bottom, and even doing stuff that you and Paul haven't
talked about much." Doug blushed.

Marc grinned. "If you mean eating pussy, we do regularly, it's fun to do,
and it's a rush to have done to you. It's kind of like foreplay only we do
it in between, so call it middle play. Doing it anytime is a great way to
get cranked for us. We've never talked about it, but what we do is;
whoever does the tongue work calls the shots when he's had enough, and it
never matters because we're both going to get off." Doug's eyes dropped to
Doug's cock. "See? Just talking about it is a rush isn't it?"

Doug felt his face burning. "Shit. We better change the subject. Where
does this thing spit pictures?" He moved to put the machine between he and
Marc.

Marc giggled. "In that tray right in front of you." He paused to look at
the controls. "It's printing now." He tossed Doug a pair of light cotton
gloves. "Here you stack them. Keep them in order, and don't try to look
at them as they come out. I think I'll just go piss off my big brother
over the phone." He went to a phone sitting on the counter by the door and
punched an extension number, then the speaker so Doug could hear the
conversation while he carefully caught each picture as the machine belched
them, as well as look at each before the next one popped out.

They heard the phone ring once, then, "WHAT?!" Paul roared hollowly.
"GODDAMNIT MARC!"

Marc cut him off. "Sorry. Just make sure you and Buck shower really,
really well when you're finished. Doug and I have plans for you're little
asses."

There was a paused then a giggle. "OH, OKAY, I GET YOU. YOU TWO DO THE
SAME. NOW HANG THE FUCK UP, WE'RE BUSY!"

Marc broke the connection with a giggle of his own. "He hates the intercom
out there. It rings like a submarine just before it dives, and scares the
hell out of anyone in there. It also destroys his concentration. Like if
he was doing a flip or something when it rang, you just know he crashed and
burned. I never use it normally, but then I'm usually out there with him."

When a roll finished, Doug carried the stack of prints and the uncut
negative strip to the counter. "Hey you know if we manage to room together
at school, Buck wants in too, he already boards. He says there's a few
rooms in the old dorm that I guess are up for grabs because they're big and
hold three or four guys, and the school stuffs newbes in them normally.
The good thing about them is that they've got bathrooms attached. The best
thing is that Buck's father just happens to be a Trustee. Are we stepping
in shit, or what?"

"Bathrooms! Wow, I didn't think about that. Yeah, let's get one of
those." Marc answered, ignoring the small points that neither of them yet
boarded or that his parents didn't even know he planned to switch schools.

After the machine shut itself off when it was finished, the boys spent ten
minutes sorting each stack. Doug saw immediately that Marc was right in
saying that most of every roll was trash. So they ended up with only a half
dozen to enlarge, plus all of the telephoto shots Marc took of Doug and
Buck laying in the grass making it with each other, good or not. Marc
pointed out that those were a `first time' series for both guys and they
would become important to each guy in the future. Doug picked out one of
Buck running toward them from the house, laughing and waving and was
actually in the air, with both feet clearly off the ground when Marc
immortalized him on film.

They attacked the enlarging process as an assembly line. Doug worked at
finding individual frames on the viewer, cropping them as he pleased, then
feeding blank eight by ten sheets into the automatic enlarger. The machine
did the rest.

Doug rested his chin on Marc's shoulder to watch the finished product
emerge. "Wow this makes everything easy."

"Yeah, some of these need some touching up, but we can do that later.
Right now we should get in the shower and get really, really clean
ourselves. Then we'll set up the bunkhouse. Like light a fire and every
candle we can find. Set the scene up for Buck to seduce you. We won't
bother you at all. I'll keep shooting as long as I can hold Paul off, but
we'll reach a point when I won't want to." Marc blushed. "Just watching you
will be a first, then after you two finish, don't plan on taking any naps."
He giggled as he bent over to pick up the hose in the shower.

Doug ran his hand lightly over Marc's crack. "You either." He said softly,
and moved his hand around Marc's hip. "Now there's an enlargement I really
like." He added.

 

 

 

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