Somerset Farm 

                                                                                        by Jamie Haze

 

Chapter 15



Doug was nervous and couldn't sit still on the so very
short trip home from the Wilcott's Monday evening. He
openly held Buck's hand in a death grip. His mind was
made up; he planned to tell his parents that he was
gay as soon as they returned from the beach house if
he had to wait until midnight. Joe was driving and his
partner Will rode with him in the front seat. Will was
to drive the second limo back to Trenton's. It was
still parked in lonely splendor where they abandoned
it on Sunday near the garages of his home.

Doug stared at the one open garage door and the SUV
parked inside. "Oh shit Buck, they're home already.
They must have left early to avoid the traffic," he
groaned when he saw the kitchen door open and his
mother and father appear, "and here they come. I don't
think I have the balls to tell them, not tonight,
maybe tomorrow."

Buck patted Doug's crotch affectionately. Doug pushed
his hand away. "Yeah, you do so," Buck assured him.
"They're even getting bigger from all the exercise
they got this weekend." Buck opened the car door,
"Come on, I'll stay with you and we'll just get it
over with. Everything will be all right," he said over
his shoulder as he stepped out of the car before Doug
could stop him.

Doug watched Buck walk up to his parents and introduce
himself. They talked quietly with gestures to the
first car as Buck explained why it was there, all
before Doug thought about getting out of the car
himself and joining them.

Joe looked back at Doug, "Buck's right. Go ahead and
get it done. We'll both stick around until we see that
everything's cool, and if it isn't just wave. Bucky
told us to call him. He and John will descend on them
in the chopper," he giggled at the thought. Bucky
thought some ostentatious display combined with the
fathers of gay sons might be helpful."

Doug walked woodenly to stand slightly behind Buck. He
had a fixed grin frozen in place. Buck was explaining
how they met Friday evening after seeing each other
around school for so long without even saying hello to
each other. "Of course I'm a year behind him, and
Doug's the star of the swim team, and I'm just a nerd,
so that's not unusual," he concluded.

Bill Henderson grinned at his son, "Hi there stranger!
We thought you bought us a new car out of all the
money you're making this summer. We tried to call you
when we got home, but as usual, you aren't carrying
your cell phone."

Doug shrugged, "It never rings when I carry it, and I
never have anything that important to call anyone
about, so why bother." Doug explained while he gave
his mother a kiss. She felt his arm and asked if his
sunburn hurt. "No, I'm fine Mom, just a few more
freckles in the making."

Martha Henderson stepped back and studied her son's
body. Doug and Buck were both shirtless and wore baggy
shorts; all the boys' weekend uniforms. She frowned,
"Either you've lost weight, or you bought the wrong
size, those are about to fall off you." She looked
closer, "Are you wearing anything under them?" She
asked with typical motherly interest.

Doug and Buck both looked at Doug's shorts. Buck
couldn't keep from giggling when he recognized the
shorts at the same time Doug explained them, "Damn,
these must belong to Paul or Morgan. One of them will
be surprised by how much they've grown when they put
on mine." He yanked them up to his normal waistline,
and when he let go they settled back down in the front
to where they were, just above his patch of reddish-
blond pubes.

Buck giggled harder and administered a friendly
athlete to athlete pat to Doug's ass. "Don't worry, I
think his little bubble butt is holding them up." Doug
frowned and stepped out of Buck's reach.

"Trenton, Buck Trenton," Bill said studying the
matching custom stretched Mercedes limos, "that name
rings a bell." He'd seen Mercedes limos occasionally
in Manhattan, but never two together, and those owned
by the same person, parked in his driveway. He eyed
the two very casually dressed drivers leaning on the
front fender of the second car. They looked relaxed,
but they seemed to be taking turns watching their
young employer and all three hundred-sixty degrees of
their surroundings. They didn't seem to be entirely
pleased that Buck was standing out in the middle of
the parking court talking to strangers.

"Buckminster Trenton the Third?" Doug prodded his
father's memory, then tossed his thumb down at Buck,
"He's the Fourth." He looked at his mother, "And Paul?
The guy I stayed with this weekend? His father is John
Wilcott the trial lawyer. You've heard of him. I
didn't know who he was either, Friday."

Bill Henderson laughed, "Of course, that Trenton. I
heard he was building a house somewhere in the area.
It's a good thing that we're just a small family
company, or I'd be worried about a take over," he
grinned at Buck.

Buck shook his head. "You don't have to worry. Even if
you were a public company, you'd still be the brains
behind its success and without you there wouldn't be a
Henderson Constructors. My father does want to talk to
you though. He wants you to design and build a pool
like the one you built for Doug."

"A few years ago, I'd have been happy to, but now I
just do things like roads, bridges and big commercial
buildings, things like that." Bill explained.

Doug giggled even with his jangled nerves; "You don't
know Bucky, Dad. He wants a fifty meter pool with
eight lanes, built to Olympic specs for starters, then
of course there would be a few add ons."

Buck nodded and ticked those off on his fingers. He
finished with, "We'd like all that in one building,
and oh yeah, I forgot. Could you make the roof like
slide? Over the pool anyway, so Doug and I can get
some sun on nice days when we can practice in the
winter on weekends when we come home from school."
Buck looked up at Doug, unaware that he'd revealed
that they were planning on Doug boarding. "Hey do you
skate? Maybe we should throw in a hockey rink while
we're at it."

Bill looked suitably confused, "Come home on weekends?
Doug commutes. We drive him back and forth."

"Buckminster, you've got one big mouth, you know
that?" Doug looked up at the sky in frustration, then
at his father, "I was planning to ask you if I could
board from now on Dad, but not tonight. Buck already
boards, and Marc, Paul's younger brother is
transferring to Oaks. We figured if we roomed
together, we could study and stuff, and it would save
all that travel time back and forth."

"Hmm, I'll have to think about that."

Buck nodded toward Will and Joe. "Dad assigned those
two guys to us as bodyguards, and we'll have one of
these cars to travel around in safely."

Doug again looked heavenward. He certainly hadn't
planned to mention the issue of personal safety as a
selling point in convincing his father to allow him to
board. He was sure his father would realize that he
would be far safer if he lived at home, not away at
school with two guys who had nationally recognized
names and the possible need of bodyguards.

Buck thought he was on a roll at being helpful, and
decided that then was a good time for Doug to tell his
parents that he was gay. He intentionally fitted his
body to Doug's side and put his arm around his waist
so Doug couldn't move away from him easily. He looked
up at Doug, nodding hopefully, "Get it over with," he
whispered.

Doug inhaled deeply, put his arm over Buck's shoulders
and pulled him tighter to his side. The action did not
go unnoticed by either parent. "There's something I
was hoping to talk to you about Dad, in your study
alone, then you could tell Mom, but I guess it doesn't
matter now with Buck here and all. There's something
you should know about me," he paused to look down at
Buck, "about us. I'm gay, we're both gay, and we like
each other a lot."

"That's impossible," Doug's father said quietly, "you
can't be, you're a fine athlete. What about the
Olympics?" He scowled at Buck, "You did this, I don't
care what you are, but looking at you closer, I can
see that you are." Buck winced but refused to drop his
eyes. Bill looked at his son, "Say good night to your
little friend now, and go to your room please." His
jaw tightened as he took his wife's hand and turned
her toward the house. The door banged like a pistol
shot when he slammed it.

Doug blinked rapidly to keep tears from forming in his
eyes. "He didn't even give me a chance to explain. We
didn't just decide this, we just are. I'm fucked. He
just divorced me like Dylan did to his parents. I'm
not going in that fucking house ever again. He
probably locked the damn door anyway to see if I tried
to get in. If he was thinking it over, he wouldn't
have slammed it." They turned together and walked
toward the cars. Doug smiled strangely. "There goes
school, swimming and the Olympics. That was a stupid
thought anyway, I wouldn't have made the cut. I'm
lucky I like mowing lawns." Suddenly Doug pushed Buck
away and ran for the open car door. He pushed Joe
away, climbed in and closed it very quietly.

Joe and Will looked at each other when they heard the
locks snick, then the partition shot up into the
ceiling. Buck was left standing by himself as he
frantically dug into the pocket of his shorts to find
his phone. When he got to the car, Will was very
politely knocking on the window asking Doug to please
unlock the door. Buck frowned as he voice dialed his
father. "Why not just unlock the fucking doors from
the front? He's really upset."

Will shook his head, "We can't, it's a security
feature."

"Oh great. Well then just break a window. Go find a
rock or something."

"They're bullet proof, they won't break," Joe
explained. "These cars are armored."

"Why that's just fucking fantastic isn't it?" Buck
jeered while he waited for his father to answer his
phone. "I guess we're lucky there aren't any weapons
in there. He'd have plenty of time to aim and not miss
killing himself."

Joe looked at Will, shocked at the thought, before he
looked at Buck, "There is, didn't you know?"

It was Buck's turn to look shocked. He handed his
phone to Joe, "Tell them to get over here now!" He
ordered before he started knocking, then pounding on
the glass himself, pleading, and then just ordering
Doug to unlock the fucking doors.

Will whispered in Buck's ear, "The weapons are hidden
in a drawer under the seat. He probably won't find
them."

Buck looked at Will in disgust, "That's very
reassuring, be sure to tell the cops that he found
them because he looked." Buck growled.

Suddenly the locks clicked and the opposite rear door
opened. Doug jumped out and ran for the garden. Buck
chased him with Will right behind him. "At least he
can't drown himself in the pool, it's only four feet
deep." Will said confidently.

"No he can't, until he dives in head first and hits
the bottom," Buck shuddered at that picture and
increased his speed. Then when he neared the pool he
slowed and smiled.

"What?" Will asked.

"He's doing laps, he got naked first, see?" Buck
pointed to Doug's gym shoes and shorts left carefully
out of splash range. "He hates wet clothes, he's going
to put them on again."

Doug was in the center lane sprinting, racing the
clock in his head. He saw Buck pacing him by walking
quickly along the side. He rolled to his back. "I'll
be all right I guess. I just wanted to get in a few
laps to make up for missing practice today," he
laughed hollowly, "not that it matters anymore. I'm
done with swimming after tonight. Want to join me? It
will feel good to be tired."

Buck nodded and stopped long enough to push his shorts
down and pry off his shoes. He scooted to get near
Doug, then allowed himself to fall in. He surfaced
swimming as close to the float line as he could, while
Doug never seemed to waver from the centerline of his
lane.

They continued after the chopper landed and went
silent. Darkness fell. Doug slowed his pace over the
next half-hour. He stopped when he saw a lone figure
outlined by lights from the house windows. It was
Bucky. His expression was unsmiling. He shook his head
slowly. "You'll be staying with us for a few days
Doug. Come on out of there now. Let's go home. I'll
explain everything in the car," he turned and motioned
Will to follow him.

Buck was truly shocked when he saw Doug stop treading
water and stand up to wade slowly to the end of the
pool then struggle to climb out and dress. Doug never
touched the bottom of a pool unless they were horsing
around. One of the first things he told Buck was that
swimmers always swim if there's enough water. The
bottom is just there, a physical limit to a body of
water. He pulled on his shorts and hurried to where
Doug waited for him. He put a hand on Doug's back
tentatively.

Doug smiled down at him and put his arm around Buck's
shoulders. "Thanks for sticking with me."

Buck nodded, "I'm sorry it didn't turn out better."

"Yeah, well he didn't even give me a chance to
explain. I didn't, we didn't just decide out of the
blue that we were going to be queers. God I hate that
word." Doug chuckled, "Of course gay isn't much
fucking better, it's just softer somehow. I know when
I first realized that I liked looking at guys, and
dreaming about certain ones, I wasn't exactly
overwhelmed with joy, you know, all that gay about it,
but I couldn't just stop either. Fuck me Bucky, what
am I going to do?" He asked as they neared the cars.

John was sitting in the first car and Bucky was
waiting for them by the second. Doug sat between
father and son. They watched the chopper lift off
before Will closed the door. "Joe's dropping John off
on the way." Bucky explained needlessly, just to start
the conversation.

"So?" Doug asked, "I mean what happened?"

Bucky cleared his throat. "Your father seems to be
very much a conservative in some areas. Homosexuality
is one of them."

"As in homophobic." Doug stated in a quiet voice.

"Well, yes, it seems he is at least as far as you're
concerned. Right now he's very upset and confused. He
thinks you need help right now to recover from a
mental illness. He asked me if I'd find you a
psychiatrist, the best."

"Great, you do that, make the appointment in the name
of John Henderson, and give them our, his home phone
number so they call him when he doesn't show up. Do
you think I need a shrink?"

"No, not anymore than Buck does, or me for that
matter. You've come to terms with your homosexuality.
I mentioned that when you told them, you weren't
asking for help to solve the problem, just that they
accept you as you are because being gay isn't a
problem for you any longer, it's a fact of life."

"So what happens now, to me? He obviously doesn't want
me around anymore."

"That was my suggestion, not his decision. John and I
left him with a great deal to think about and I
thought it might be best if you weren't there just now
while he wrestles with the issue. Your father agreed.
John will arrange for me to have temporary custody for
the time being, that is if it's all right with you.
You could stay with John if you'd prefer to."

Buck exploded, "WHAT?" he shouted, before he looked up
at Doug wearing a pitiful forlorn expression, "You
don't do you?" He squeaked in his little boy voice.

Doug grinned and bumped Buck's head with his. "No way,
unless you get tired of having me around," his tongue
darted to Buck's nose. Buck responded with a quick
swipe of his own. At some point during the weekend, a
simple playful lick by one of them, and a quickly
answering tongue came to represent a question and a
definite urgent yes in reply. If Bucky weren't in the
car with them they would have made love on the seat or
the floor as fast as they could shed their shorts.
Will's presence would have been ignored, or they would
have invited him to join them, of course after he
parked the car somewhere.

Doug gently lifted Buck's hand from his growing
erection. He mouthed the words, "Not now," and turned
to Bucky. "Just exactly what does custody mean for
me?"

"Just what you imagine. I'm your temporary surrogate
parent. You'll live in our house and," he started to
laugh, "and you'll abide by the same rules and
regulations as my son, which with the exception of a
new rule I just thought of, there are none."

Buck leaned forward to look at his father, "What's the
new one?" He asked suspiciously.

"The new one is a rule. You will both keep your hands
to yourselves when there is anyone present who happens
to be straight, including me." Bucky matched Buck's
grin. "Thought I didn't see that didn't you?" He
started laughing, "Well I did. It seems we three are
all similarly endowed, and that death grip you just
had on Doug's erection was hard to miss or ignore."

"Okay Bucky, I guess I can live with that." Doug
agreed, laughing, offering his one free hand to shake
on the deal. His other hand was busy trying to fend
off both of Buck's hands.

Their laughter was interrupted when Will slowed the
big car to drive through the roadblock. He raised the
partition to further frustrate the few members of the
media who still entertained hopes of catching Dylan in
one of the sleek limousines even though they couldn't
see into the rear of the car to see if it was even
occupied. By then they knew that John Henderson's
neighbor was none other than the famous or infamous
Buckminster Trenton and a photo of him was almost as
good as getting one of Dylan Brockway. Succeeding with
Bucky was at least as difficult because he was just as
elusive if he wanted to be.

Doug's depression returned when Will opened the rear
car door in front of Trenton Hall and he realized that
it was to be his home for the foreseeable future. The
impact of being temporarily disowned hit him. He
studied the black and white marble squares on the
floor of the entry hall. "Thanks Bucky, for
everything. I think I'll just go to bed now, I have to
work tomorrow," he mumbled and started up the stairs.

Buck scurried after him, then got ahead of him, so he
had the door unlocked and open by the time Doug
reached it. "Let's take a shower," Buck suggested
brightly, and got behind Doug and depantsed him by
just yanking. He giggled, "Wearing Paul's shorts comes
in kind of handy sometimes when you're in a hurry." He
took Doug's hand and tugged him toward the bathroom.
"I have a surprise for you, come on." He guided Doug
to the shower, then grinned up at Doug's face after
bending down and getting close, since Doug's chin
remained on his chest.

Doug looked up, then around, "What?" He asked, "I
don't see anything different."

Buck was happy that he finally got Doug's attention.
"You dope. Look at that showerhead. Isn't that neat?
Our very own hose! I had them installed in the other
bathrooms too."

Doug smiled for the first time since they got out of
the car. "How'd you manage that, and on the Fourth of
July too, as if I didn't know?" He turned on both
showers, then the hose and began squirting the tile
walls.

"That's right, I used my best Buckminster voice on the
plumbing contractor. I told him the maids were
complaining already about not being able to clean my
son's swampy bathroom properly. I took a chance and
reminded him that they were part of the original
contract." Buck giggled hard enough to make Doug
laugh. "I wasn't sure if there was a contract, but
Mom's got the poor guy so fucked up with changes, he
came over and did it himself. Pretty neat huh?"

"Yeah, neat." Doug handed the running hose to Buck and
bent over. "Here use it on me, my father fucked me
tonight already, you may as well take your best shot."
He looked back at Buck to see him almost in tears.
"Hey, I'm sorry. That didn't come out like I meant it,
I wasn't comparing you to him. I like it when you do
it, you know that." Doug forced a smile. "It's just
that tonight, you know, I want you to fuck me all
night for a change. Please? You said you would once in
awhile, occasionally. Tonight is an occasion. Come on,
please?" Buck nodded and managed a smile until Doug
looked away, then he grinned, already planning how to
get Doug back on top as soon as possible after lights
out.

Doug climbed into the boat bed first, and positioned
himself in the middle of the bed. Buck followed and
immediately shut off every light in the room. When he
got comfortable by Doug's side, he lay there without
moving or touching him. A minute passed. "Well?" Doug
asked turning his head to look where he could hear
Buck's breathing.

"Well what?"

"Well Goddamnit Bucky, you're the aggressor tonight,
so start aggressing." Doug giggled a legitimate
giggle. "Don't make me come over there and rape you
like you did to the old guys," he warned.

"It really pisses them off when we call them old
doesn't it?"

"Yes, and quit stalling."

"I dare you to rape me."

Doug moved with lightening speed, acting by feel in
the pitch-black room. He quickly got astride Buck's
smaller body standing on his knees, and after knocking
Buck's half hearted protective hand-hold from his
cock, he sank until he sat on Buck's thighs, impaling
himself. He ground himself against Buck. "How was
that?" He asked, reveling in the feel of Buck's full
length buried in his guts.

Buck panted, "No bad for a virgin rapist." He took
Doug's cock in both his hands and pulled it toward his
mouth. He fondled it's head with his tongue straining
his neck muscles, and was about to ask Doug to hold
his head, when Doug leaned forward grabbing two fists
full of blond hair momentarily letting out his anger,
until he realized what he was doing. He opened his
hands then and controlled Buck's head as if he was
caressing a large delicate egg.

As soon as Doug came, his hands moved to Buck's
armpits. He pulled Buck with him as he leaned back and
straightened his legs until his calves were beside
where Buck's head was a moment before. Buck scrambled
to adjust his legs to keep up with Doug's movements as
he was pulled forward and his toes punched the pillow
while Doug's head replaced his feet at the foot of the
bed and he rested his weight on Doug's body, looking
down at him. Buck wiggled his hips experimentally half
surprised that he remained imbedded. "That move was
neat, but it needs work," he whispered.

"So we'll practice. Now shut up and start fucking."
Doug mumbled just before he pulled Buck's mouth to his
and started exploring Buck's mouth for a taste of
himself.

Doug remained on the bottom for the rest of the night,
but also in complete command of their lovemaking. Each
time Buck thought he was finished and started to doze.
Doug got him hard and ready again by hand or mouth.

At false dawn, Buck woke up to find himself cuddled
against Doug's side with his head pillowed just below
Doug's ribcage. His hand held Doug's morning hardon
loosely two inches from his mouth. He stroked the big
cock gently and moved his head closer until he could
kiss it good morning. Doug's breathing was still slow
and regular, he was still asleep. Buck slowly rolled
away until he no longer touched his lover's beautiful
body. "He did say something about practice." Buck
thought.

He knelt at Doug's side for a moment, then quickly
threw a knee over Doug's hips, lifted his cock, lined
himself up over it and fell on it. He looked down at
Doug with a satisfied smile to see Doug's eyes were
open, an eyebrow was arched and he grinned back up at
Buck.

Buck giggled, "Now we'll just see how well you do that
pretzel thing you made me do last night." In the same
breath, Buck flopped back on Doug's closed legs with,
"Ready, set, go!" His shoulders slipped between them
as Doug opened them, bent them out to the side, sat
up, then straightened them again as he leaned down and
made himself comfortable on top of Buck to begin a
series of gentle thrusts.

"How was that?" Doug asked.

Buck frowned, "That was cheating. You've been doing
that with someone else when I wasn't watching."

"Are you jealous? If you weren't watching, you were
fucking with someone else, so now I'm jealous." Doug
emphasized the last word with an extra deep poke and a
grin.

"Wow!" Buck gasped, locking his legs around Doug's
waist. "Do that some more please."

When Doug finished, he sat up again and folded his
legs under his ass, while pulling Buck back and up as
he moved, so they remained connected. He folded
himself down by arching his back until he could take
half of Buck's cock in his mouth. Buck was already so
close to exploding that Doug only had to move his head
a few times before he started swallowing.

As they were about to get out of bed to shower, Buck
reached for the phone. "What do you want for
breakfast? I'll let them know so it's ready when we
hit the table."

"It doesn't matter, whatever you're having is fine,"
Doug answered while he stretched and yawned on his way
into the bathroom. He didn't think of himself as part
of the Trenton family or as a welcome guest any
longer, he was living there temporarily like a dirt-
poor relative with nowhere else to go. He was in
Bucky's custody, a prisoner in a plush prison or maybe
a sex slave. He liked that idea and glanced down when
he felt that his cock was already growing to explore
the possibilities.

After Doug turned on the shower, Buck dialed the
kitchen and after he ordered, over-rode the cook's
protests, by telling her to call his father and
possibly wake him up if she needed his authorization
to order two dumb old breakfasts.

Buck joined Doug in the shower looking very pleased
with himself. Doug started to wash Buck after he got
wet. He eyed Buck's grin suspiciously. "What's with
you? You look like you just learned you were rich or
something."

Buck giggled and changed the subject, "Phooey, but are
we funky or what? Good thing we used the hose or we'd
have to burn our bed for real."

Doug agreed, "No wonder all the screwing you did. I
used to run to work, but this morning I don't think I
could walk that far."

"Fuck you Douggie, OOPS, I forgot I did," Buck spit to
get the soap out of his mouth after Doug tried to
stuff the bar of soap in it while he laughed. "I was
about to say, before I was so rudely interrupted, that
I actually could have slept three more hours if you
didn't keep getting me hard against my will."

"Yeah, well thanks for helping me out. After my father
got done with me, I just felt like I wanted to get
fucked for real." Doug's expression once again turned
morose.

"Hey, would you stop with that hound dog look? I know
you can't forget what happened, but try to put it in
the back of your mind. Things will work out for the
best, you'll see. Just think about it, right now we
can spend the rest of the summer together and fuck up
a storm every night. Then when we get to school we'll
be so experienced it'll be like we're an old married
couple and we'll be able to teach Marc and the new guy
a thing or two." Buck maintained a steady stream of
happy talk while they finished up in front of the
sinks.

Doug smacked the heel of his hand on his forehead.
"Shit I don't have any clothes here. My weekend stuff
is still at Wilcott's." He grinned at Buck. "Can I
borrow a pair of shorts and a shirt?"

"Of course, help yourself, that's what I do." Buck
giggled while he pulled open several drawers so Doug
could pick out whatever he wanted before he
disappeared into the living room. He returned with two
cell phones and handed one to Doug. "Here, this one's
yours. It'll be really neat to have someone to call
besides Dad." They spent a minute programming the
phones to voice dial each other, then Buck called
Wilcott's to invite them all to breakfast before Paul
drove Doug to work, and everyone else boarded the
helicopter for their trip to New York.

Buck and Marc had a lengthy phone conversation about
what they should wear to go roommate hunting in the
city. Neither knew what city kids wore in the summer,
and finally decided to wear shorts and tee shirts.
Then when they got there, if they guessed wrong, they
would just stop somewhere and buy clothes so they
looked like everyone else.

Doug kept giggling and shaking his head while he
listened to Buck. As far as Buck was concerned, Peter
was going to be their fourth roommate, period. "You
know the chances that this guy is gay, and you
convincing him that he should go to Oaks are somewhere
between slim and none don't you? First of all you have
to find him, then make friends with him somehow, then
make sure he's smart enough and doesn't have the
personality of a rock."

Buck listened while they walked down the hall, but his
attention was fixed on Doug's crotch. "Yeah, yeah,
yeah." Buck said without lifting his eyes. "Minor
difficulties for a Trenton, just minor difficulties."

"What is with you?" Doug asked. "Stop looking at me
like that. We don't have time for another round."

Buck started laughing. "Our big old jamoke is peeking
out with every step you take. You better go back and
put on a jock. Those shorts are too short for you and
I don't want everyone you meet looking at our cock."

"Oh, is that all." Doug pushed the elastic waist lower
in front, then did a quick jumping jack. "How's that?
And what's this `our cock' shit?"

"Better, and this is our cock." Buck patted Doug's
clearly outlined bulge affectionately, then grabbed
himself, "And so is this."

Doug laughed and nodded, "I like the concept." He said
slapping Buck on the back as they walked into the
dinning room.

Bucky was sitting at the head of the table, dressed in
a suit and tie and reading a newspaper. Will and Joe
and two other guys were sitting together eating at the
other end. The two strangers were also dressed for the
office, while Will and Joe were wearing comfortable
slacks and short sleeved shirts. They smiled when the
boys walked in then continued eating and talking
quietly between themselves. Bucky waved them to
places on both sides of the table on his right and
left.

Jenny, the pretty maid appeared staggering under the
weight of a large tray covered with dinner plates of
breakfast food, all kinds. She stared daggers at Buck
while she served the boys with one plate in front of
them then the others around them first, then down the
table.

Bucky's eyebrow shot up, the Wall Street Journal was
forgotten as he looked over the assortment. "I
hesitate to ask about all this, but which of you is
planning to sit here until everything is eaten?" He
looked at Buck first, then turned to give Doug equal
time being frowned at. The boys pointed across the
table at each other. They both giggled, but Doug wore
a puzzled look, so Bucky swung his gaze back to his
son.

Buck shrugged, "Doug doesn't think of himself as a
part of our family or as a guest," Buck explained
quietly so the bodyguard contingent couldn't hear him,
"and he wouldn't order anything for breakfast, so I
ordered for him." Buck frowned at Doug, then added,
"Not much of this will go to waste, the Wilcott's and
Dylan are on their way over."

Bucky joined his son in frowning at Doug. "I see. Okay
Douglas," he almost whispered, "for the record, while
you are living here, and even after you go back home
and are back here visiting, you, me and Buck will
consider you a part of this family. Is that crystal
clear?" Bucky's expression was so intense, that Doug
nodded, afraid to shake his head and argue. Bucky
smiled and raised his voice so everyone in the room
could hear him clearly. "If anyone in this house ever
even frowns at you suggesting that you are anything
less than my second son you just let me know, or Buck
will, and I'll see that it does not happen again."
Bucky raised the newspaper again. "Dig in boys, or
we'll be late," he added through the paper.

A few minutes later, the Wilcott's arrived. John led
the boys with his wife on his arm. Doug and Buck both
gawked at her as they jumped to their feet to be
introduced. Elise Wilcott was beautiful; as tall as
John was, she had natural blond her, green eyes and
features that any makeup would spoil. Paul, Marc,
Morgan and Dylan found chairs in the middle of the
table after they selected a plate of breakfast from
the many available.

Doug and Buck resumed eating while Bucky remained
standing to chat with John and Elise. When he invited
them to sit down, Elise chose the place beside Doug.
She paused to run her fingers through Doug's hair as
she sat down. "I'd give a fortune to have red curly
hair like yours Doug," she said with a radiant smile.
Doug blushed scarlet and thanked her, gallantly
offering his mop to her in trade if he could.

Buck giggled, "My mother would too," he agreed with
Elise. "In fact, I think she already has, just about
every other month!"

Bucky nodded, laughed, then frowned at Buck, "Now
don't pick on your mother when she isn't here to
defend herself," he warned playfully.

The bodyguard contingent finished their breakfast
first, and left the room. Will returned five minutes
later and whispered to Bucky.

Buck looked around at everyone to see that they were
finished eating. "Okay, I think we're all ready to
face the day, the chopper is ready to go." He smiled
at Elise. "Can you find your way home safely?" Elise
nodded, then invited them to dinner that evening, so
they could all catch up with the day's events. She,
Paul and Doug walked with the others, out through the
nearly finished gardens, to the helicopter pad located
near a warehouse size brick building.

"What's in there?" Doug asked.

"This end is the hanger obviously. The rest is the
garage for Dad's car collection. Remember I told you."

"Oh yeah, the Vets and Harley's."

Buck and Doug walked together without touching until
they saw Dylan and Marc openly holding hands. Buck
immediately put his arm around Doug's waist and fitted
his side to Doug's, forcing Doug to put his on Buck's
shoulders to get it out of the way. Doug looked around
quickly and blushed, but when he saw that if anyone
noticed the movement, they didn't care, so he pulled
Buck tighter.

"Now you've got your phone turned on right? Call me
and let me know how you're doing, okay? And I'll call
you to let you know how we're doing with Pete, okay?
And please answer the fucking thing if it rings, and
if you don't hear it, there'll be a voice mail, so
call me back." Doug laughed and nodded at Buck's
mother hen instructions.

"Yes dear," Doug agreed dutifully. "And you try and
stay out of trouble, and don't molest this Pete guy
unless he wants to be molested," he giggled. "I guess
he's safe though since there's no place private where
you can get him."

Buck looked up at Doug and batted his eyelashes.
"Don't be too sure about that. We have a duplex on
Central Park South, and from his address, he lives
about fifteen blocks away on the West Side."

Doug shook his head, laughing in disbelief, "I guess I
should have known. Of course the Trenton's would have
a place in the city to stay if they needed it. Forty-
five miles away is just too far to travel from home,"
he mocked.

Buck frowned, "When I said we, that includes you too
for as long as you're with us, which I hope is
forever. Of course I know your dad will come around
eventually, but in the meanwhile you are a part of the
Trenton clan. Weren't you listening at breakfast?"

Doug nodded. "I was listening, and I really appreciate
it. I wanted to thank your Dad too, but there were too
many people around. Tell him for me will you?"

Buck lifted Doug's cell phone off his waistband and
dialed a number, then handed the phone to Doug. "Here,
tell him yourself." Buck giggled suddenly, "Quick
watch him." He nodded toward his father just as Bucky
jumped suddenly and grabbed his crotch area like he'd
been stung. Buck laughed. "He keeps his phone on
vibrate in his pants pocket. He does that every time.
That's a riot isn't it?"

Bucky dug in his pocket frantically to retrieve his
phone, while he explained what happened to John and
Elise with a grin and a red face. "Hello?"

"Hi, its me, Doug. Calling you was Buck's idea, sorry
about that. I just wanted to say thank you earlier for
all your help and the other stuff about being family
and all, but there were too many people around."

Buck looked back to where Doug stood with Buck, then
turned away quickly so the others wouldn't know that
Doug was calling him. "It's really my pleasure. No
thanks are necessary. You're right about too many
people; we'll arrange some quiet family time everyday
from now on. Have a good day and don't worry, things
will work out. After you hang up, save this number and
call me anytime. Oh, and tell the brat I'll get him
for this," he giggled and disconnected. He boarded the
helicopter after all the others except Buck, then said
something to the attendant by the steps after a wave
to Doug.

The attendant looked back at Buck, then shrugged and
started to lift the steps in place so he could close
the hatch. "Sonofabitch! He's going to leave me. WAIT
goddamn it, I'm coming!" Buck shouted, stretched his
neck and gave Doug a quick peck on the cheek, and
scampered to the chopper as the pilot started the
engine and the rotors started turning.

Paul and his mother joined Doug in waving as they
backed away from the increasing down draft. "Now
that's the way your father should commute everyday."
Elise said after the big chopper disappeared over the
trees heading east.

Paul laughed, "No way Mom, he can't afford it. He gave
Marc a credit card this morning to buy a new
underwater camera outfit while he was in the city."

Elise shook her head in mock dismay, "That man will
never learn. I'm off to buy groceries, and I better
get them while we still have money. You guys cleaned
out the freezer this weekend, but you made some nice
new friends and I think your father and I did too."
She looked at her watch; "You should get to work. You
mustn't be late."

"We won't be." Paul answered with a kiss on his
mother's cheek, as she was about to climb into her
SUV. "And thanks for understanding about us," he added
with a blush.

"I'm afraid I don't understand entirely and we
probably never will, but we both want you all to be
happy," Elise included Doug with a glance, "and you
never can be if you tried to keep a secret like that.
Now off you go. Work hard and build up a big appetite,
I was thinking about a nice big prime rib, I hope
everyone likes it rare," she added with a laugh as she
waved and drove off.

 

 

 

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