Somerset Farm 

                                                                                        by Jamie Haze

 

 Chapter 19

"Wait a minute, if you live in California, what the
fuck are you doing going to school in New Jersey?"
Buck asked the twins.

Everyone except Doug were sitting around the corner of
the pool, either on the edge with their feet in the
water, or just sitting or laying on the wet tile. Doug
was doing laps in the side lane closest to them. He
periodically changed stokes according to his own
mental schedule. He considered their first practice to
be a total fiasco because Buck and the twins looked to
him to coach them. Buck in diving, which he knew
little about, and the twins, because they recognized
him as both a year older than they, and a more
experienced swimmer, plus the Oaks pool was rented for
his benefit not theirs.

Then while Patrick was the recognized disciplinarian
by all the boys, he knew zilch about competitive
swimming and nothing about the electronic timer and
starting gun, so Doug patiently explained what he was
supposed to do, how everything worked and even what
comprised a legal start.

Marc initially was another problem. His enthusiasm for
getting the best underwater pictures and video
overwhelmed his desire to be helpful and he kept
getting in the way, underwater. Doug, and then one of
the twins excused him the first time they bumped him
during two heats, when the three of them were actually
racing, but each contact aborted the race, and they
had to start over again. When Doug touched him the
second time, he dove instantly and pulled the
regulator from Marc's mouth and half seriously
attempted to strangle him with the hose. Dylan was
holding the second camera wearing the second scuba
outfit Marc bought and separated them, before he
guided Marc to the surface.

Patrick solved that problem by advising Marc that if
he didn't keep his `arse' and/or back pasted to the
bottom or side of the pool at all times when he was in
an active lane, that Patrick would jump in and
personally tie Marc's other hose in knots. Patrick
issued that threat just after he admitted that he
didn't know how to swim. Marc laughed and explained
that he was only trying to get the best cock shots of
Doug and the twins while he bobbed in the center of
the three lanes.

Patrick jumped without hesitation. He was the only one
still wearing clothes; antique Bermuda polyester
shorts, knee high socks, leather brogues on his feet
and a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt. He landed close
enough to Marc to get his hands around Marc's neck,
before he realized he was drowning and started using
Marc's body to climb out of the water ten feet from
the end wall. It took the combined efforts of Dylan,
Doug and both twins to rescue Marc and get Patrick
back to the safety of the deck.

Patrick shook himself like a soggy dog, then stared at
Marc balefully while he undressed. "Let that be fair
warnin' to ye. Interfere with these lads once more an'
I'll be in there on you so fast your pretty head will
be spinnin' make no mistake," he warned. He noticed
that all the boys were watching him fold his wet
clothes neatly and put them on a bench, particularly
the twins. "And just what are the two peas out o' the
same pod lookin at? Have ye not seen a fully gown
adult man in the all together before?"

Both blushed and shook their heads, one answered, "Oh
no Sir, it's not that, we were just thinking that you
still have a pretty good body for such an old guy."

Wrong answer. Patrick switched his Irish temper from
Marc to them, "I do, do I? I'll be taken the first
part o' that as a compliment. `Tis the result of
makin' the acquaintance of hard work, something which
you two are unfamiliar with. Now as to the last, about
me advanced age," he took a step toward them. The
twins backed up a step nervously. Patrick grinned
suddenly, "Well that can't be helped as you'll
discover. Now let's start over again."

Marc remained very careful of staying out of the way
for the rest of the practice. Patrick quickly got
comfortable with his nudity and even with the boys',
though he thought them no less attractive or
desirable, his lack of clothing worked to mitigate his
desire and imagination, so his cock remained at rest.

When Buck asked the twins why they were attending a
prep school across the country from where they lived,
Patrick slipped off the starting block he was sitting
on and knelt over the edge of the pool with one hand
in the water. When Doug approached to touch and turn,
Patrick grabbed his wrist and hauled him out to sit on
the edge. "Give it a rest lad. Everyone will do better
tomorrow," he assured Doug and eyed Marc. "Won't
they?" Marc nodded and apologized to Doug and the
twins again before he resumed drying his camera
housings so he could open them.

Toby and Terry sat with their legs folded like
Indians. They touched from hip to knee, then
intertwined their arms and rested their forearms on
the other's knee. Both sighed, one answered. "This is
supposed to be the school that handles hard asses. If
we get thrown out of here, we're off to Europe to some
little military school that's more like a
concentration camp or a funny farm where the inmates
get locked in their rooms at night."

Doug looked up in surprise. "No it isn't." He saw Buck
nod, "It is?"

"It isn't for you, you're a day student, and it isn't
really for me either because I was never restricted to
campus like a lot of guys are." Buck nodded again then
quoted something, "'Tuition, room, board, plus
breakage.' Didn't you ever read the contract? Hard
asses arrive sometimes under guard, then can't get off
campus again until someone signs them out. Why do you
think the place is fenced and the gates are guarded?
Our ID cards have green backgrounds," he looked at the
twins sorrowfully, "yours must be red. Bummer."

The twins nodded their agreement. "We've been thrown
out of all the best schools across the country in the
last three years, just trying to convince our father
to let us come home." Their story poured out of them.
They took turns telling it, and when they got upset
they talked in two-part harmony.

Their mother died from cancer four years earlier and
their father remarried within six months. The twins'
relationship with their stepmother Thelma was instant
mutual hate. Thelma was in her early twenties, not
very bright but sly, cunning and abetted by her mother
who moved in with them on her daughter's wedding day.
She thought marriage would give her entr‚e to
community property. It did, except she discovered too
late that half of her new husbands' assets were almost
nothing, because all the Fair wealth came from the
twins' mother's family. And that was already in
trusts, the income on her death, automatically
switched to her direct descendants, or back to other
blood relatives in the Del La Varga family.

The Del La Vargas traced their lineage back to Spanish
nobility. They were an original land grant family who
managed to retain ownership of much of their vast real
estate holdings from the time when Spain claimed
California as theirs to the present day.

The twins reported that they were currently the prizes
in a custody battle between their father, Kevin Fair
and their maternal grandfather, Thomas Del La Varga.
Also, their father was actively attempting to break
the long established trusts at his new wife's
prompting, so all the twin's income was locked in
escrow pending resolution of the litigation. They
giggled when they told the guys that Thelma and her
mother fucked themselves royally with the lawsuit
because the court also froze the income from their
father's trust as well.

"Dear Dad is claiming that he can't live in the style
he's become accustomed to on a measly two million a
year. Shit, he was a fucking plumber before he married
Mother, and a piss poor one at that, according to
Gramps. Gramps had to get someone else in the fix the
leaky pipe Dad was supposed to be working on. Anyway,
mummy dearest got Dad to ship us off to school so she
could work on him without interruption, so we just
kept getting thrown out of one after another."

"Damn how'd you do that, just not study? Did you flunk
out of them all?" Marc asked.

The twins giggled, "That only worked at the first
school. We kept getting sick at the second from eating
chewing tobacco and swallowing soap, shit like that.
We always tried not to barf until we were within range
of an instructor or the dorm proctor. Each time we got
sent home, we'd only be there a couple of days before
we were hauled off to another school further away. We
got into doing lots of shit, and now we're here where
they don't care. They just charge us, not us really,
and not Dad anymore. Now Gramps has to pay, so we
promised to behave mostly." The twin doing all the
talking stopped suddenly and frowned at his brother.
"Well fuck you too, I was getting around to that. You
ask then."

The other nodded and looked pleased. "That's enough
about us. We're stuck here since there's no one to
ever sign us out. Do you guys all go to school here?
I'm Terry by the way." He looked at Dylan, "We
recognize you, you don't. We like your movies, most of
them." He added with a grin, then looked at the other
guys. "You've got a lot of juice around here if you
can get the pool closed." He looked at Doug. "Thanks
for letting us stay. We like swimming but we aren't
very good at it."

"Yeah, actually you are. Your problem is that you
always swim together and finish together." Doug
laughed. "Buck's father is a Trustee. He and I go
here, and Marc and Pete are transferring so the four
of us can room together this year. Patrick here is our
friend and I guess my trainer when he has the time."
Patrick beamed, pleased that Doug explained him so
simply, included him as a friend and gave him the
title of trainer.

Doug stretched his neck looking around the pool area.
"I don't see Will and Joe right now, but they're our
friends too mostly. Actually they're Buck's
bodyguards, but no one needs to know that. They must
be wandering around the campus checking the place
out."

Peter looked hopeful. "Can we go look around too?"

Marc stood up. "That's a great idea. We should go
check out our room too since we know which one it is."
He offered Peter his hand and pulled him to his feet.
"Come on Pete let's check this dump out." They started
talking together as they walked to the doors.

"Hold on there lads. We'll be needin' breeches."
Patrick reminded them and eyed his wet clothes
sorrowfully.

Doug giggled. "Let's go in the locker room Patrick,
there's a big box full of lost and found shit in
there, if you don't mind wearing some guy's shorts
temporarily."

Patrick nodded happily. Buck went with them and sat on
a bench after he pulled on his shorts watching Patrick
and Doug sort through the large collection of clothing
in the lost and found box. He eyed Patrick
speculatively. "Hey Pat, I just had a thought. Are you
really happy where you work?"

Patrick's eyebrow lifted while he thought about his
answer. " Aye, I am mostly I guess. To be sure,
there's ever more work. Whatever someone else can't do
or won't do, it's always; `Get old Patrick to do it.'
Why do ye ask lad?"

"I was just thinking it would be cool to have a guy
like you around to help us out kind of like you did
today. There would be lot's less work, just Doug and
me and we aren't slobs. We could be ourselves and you
could come and go as you please at the house. Then
when school starts you could room with Joe and Will.
You could go where we go and travel with us, like to
Sidney next summer, stuff like that. You could also
take time off whenever you want since there's just
Doug and me now at home, and Pete and Marc when we
move in here, but only one room, and they aren't slobs
either."

Patrick pulled up a pair of almost new Madras plaid
shorts and buttoned them. "Truth to tell lads, the
reason for me trip home this holiday was to find a wee
cottage for me retirement. I've been workin' on fine
large estates since I was your age, and the livin'
costs nothin' to speak of, so I've a bit put away. The
Madam herself has been advisin' me on prudent
investments over the years so's I can do as I please
in comfort. Your offer is sure somethin' to think on,
since I've come to realize that I wouldn't be happy if
I retired back home. I've been away too long I'm
thinkin' and this fine Country is really my home now.
If you've a mind, we could be givin' it a try over the
summer." He grinned and wagged a finger at Buck and
moved it to include Doug. "But fair warnin' there's a
limit to me toleration of excessive bull shit. I'm not
in the least wantin' to limit the fun, but actin'
stupid will find either of ye, or the others wi' me
new tennis shoe up your arse." He looked at Doug
hopefully. "Keep diggin' Douglas, it would be a rare
dumb arse that would leave here wearin' one shoe an'
not notice, there must be a mate to this one." He
laughed and hopped on one foot until Doug found the
matching second shoe. An embroidered Oaks Academy
pullover shirt completed Patrick's makeshift
ensemeble.

"Great Patrick! We've got a deal. There's a guest
suite next to our apartment. You can move in whenever
you want."

Buck jumped up and hugged him. Patrick tried, but
couldn't resist hugging him back, then pushed him away
gently. "Enough of that now. You're too handsome a lad
to be doin' that to the likes of me. It's good we be
dressed else those waitin' would be sendin' a search
party," he giggled nervously. "Okay lads let's have a
tour o' your campus."

Doug touched Buck's shoulder to hold him back after
Patrick surged through to door to the pool. "You've
been talking like I'm never going back home, do you
know something I don't?"

"No, but it's nice to hope. If you stop and think
about it, would you be happy living with your father
if he made up with you tonight? So much has changed so
fast. You're kind of like Patrick going home to
Ireland. If you went back home, could you make believe
none of this shit happened, that nothing changed? Like
if you invited me to sleep over or one of the guys,
I'd sleep in a guestroom, and we'd be just best
friends officially, but they'd know. Could your mother
and father ignore what they knew we were doing
together in their house? How long would that last?"
Buck shuddered and looked like he was ready to cry.
"Don't you like living with me?"

Doug pulled Buck against his chest. "I'm sorry, of
course I do! I'm just so fucked up. And you're right;
there's no going back. I love living with you," he
blushed and kissed Buck lightly, "you know why?"

"I hope so, but tell me." Buck's eyes bored into
Doug's.

"Because I love you."

Buck's body melted against Doug's. "I love you too."

They kissed then like it was their first, and possibly
their last. Their passions rose, and they separated
together, pushing each other away. They stood looking
and grinning at each other stupidly until they heard
Patrick calling them. When they returned to the pool
deck they were still grinning at each other, and
holding hands.

The twins noticed and looked away heading for the
outside door. Patrick put a hand on their shoulders
from behind. "Perhaps havin' the word, `gay' tattooed
on your foreheads would make everything clearer for
the entire world to see," he suggested in a whisper
wearing a broad smile.

Buck giggled, "We don't think so," he said looking up
at Doug. "Would `lovers' be too long to fit?"

The twins took over the tour. Doug and Buck untangled
their fingers by the time they reached the door, then
just kept bumping into each other, wearing foolish
grins and excusing themselves for the bumps as they
walked behind the rest of the guys. They met Will and
Joe in the quadrangle in front of the Administration
Building.

Doug elbowed Buck suddenly and started laughing. Buck
looked at him quizzically until Doug pointed to the
carved sandstone lintel over the front doors. "Are you
that Trenton? Goddamn, no wonder your father is a
Trustee. Trenton Hall, I never connected the name with
you until just now." He giggled harder, "Hey guys, if
you want to graduate without studying, get your dad to
build them a fucking building."

"Fuck you too Douggie, Dad didn't pay for that," he
started giggling with Doug, "it was my great
grandfather I think, maybe Gramps didn't feel like
studying when he was here. Let's go look at our room."
Buck gave Doug a push to a branching sidewalk so they
became the tour leaders and Toby and Terry, with
Patrick walking between them, became the rear guard.

Doug nudged Buck. "Check out the twins and Patrick.
He's between them. I've never heard him talking so
much, and he's sure got them laughing."

Buck looked over his shoulder. "Maybe their father's
been an asshole to them so long, they're looking for a
substitute. He's cool, he's Irish and so are they,
half anyway, plus he probably looks at them like kids
he might have had."

Lasker Hall, the old dormitory, was as meticulously
maintained as all the other buildings on the Oaks
Academy campus, on the outside. The interior was a
different matter. What was once elegant and modern
when the structure was built at the close of the Civil
War had been painted and repainted into shabby and
forlorn. The lobby, the grand staircase to the second
floor and the hallways were green, every shade and
hue. Even the white marble floors were spattered by
generations of careless painters.

Marc summed up the group opinion; "The Jolly Green
Giant tossed his cookies in here and no one cleaned up
the mess. If our room is this color, I'll fucking buy
the paint and slap it on myself," he promised as they
climbed to the second floor.

"The rooms are all baby shit brown," a twin
volunteered. "Ours is up here too, in the middle next
to the john. Wait until you hear a toilet flush. We
think they put all the bad asses in here on purpose,
if we did any damage, no one would ever notice." The
twins giggled together, "On the brighter side, they
can't make us pay for damage that's already done."

Lasker Hall was designed to house fifty students, one
per room. Each floor had two communal study rooms
located at each end of the hall on both floors. There
was a back central staircase and exit leading to a
single story, separate brick building housing a
combination bathhouse and multi-seater crapper when
the building was new. With the advent of indoor
plumbing, four student rooms were converted on each
floor. Two, centrally located were devoted to toilets
and sinks and a four-tub bath room respectively, while
a room adjoining each study hall was divided into a
combination toilet and bath. The tubs were later
replaced with showers. Thus ended further physical
modernization, except an extra bed was added to each
single room, while the study rooms became rooms that
slept four students who enjoyed their own adjoining
bathroom, and the little building, the original
crapper, became a cottage for the resident proctor.

Buck and Doug froze at the open door to what was to be
their room. Peter and Marc pushed them in. Marc
recovered first and whistled in disbelief, "Well it's
big anyway." He looked at the twins, who were giggling
together. "You were too kind when you said baby shit
browns, but I can't think of a nastier color
description. I guess I will buy the paint."

Doug opened one of four gray steel cabinets lined up
on the interior wall. "These wouldn't be the closets
would they?" He scanned the other walls and didn't see
another door other than the one to the bathroom. "Oh
no," he moaned, "these are the closets."

Peter eyed the four steel single beds and made a
puking sound. "Check out the pecker tracks. There's
four, one giant spot on each mattress. YUCK! Sorry
guys, but I am not sleeping on one of these. I wonder
if Paul would lend me his truck to bring mine from
home?" He asked no one in particular.

Buck shook himself out of his trance and strolled
around the room first, then looked in the bathroom. He
completed his circuit by Doug. "Not to worry guys," he
grinned, "Since this was my idea, I'll take care of
getting this joint livable." He fished in his shorts
pocket for his cell phone, dialed a number then
cleared his throat while he waited for an answer. He
saw Doug laughing at him silently and giggled, "This
is a job for Buckminster the Third," he whispered and
winked.

Peter, Patrick, and the twins looked at Buck
strangely, Joe and Will grinned and remained quiet
because they wanted to hear his end of the
conversation. Doug pushed Marc and Dylan out into the
hall so they could laugh. Buck was quickly connected
to his father's general contractor. "Hi, this is Buck
Trenton.." "Oh no, there's nothing wrong at the
house.." "I've got a problem at my son's school, his
room needs some remodeling and I was wondering if you
could help us out.." "That's great.." "I'm busy
tomorrow and can't be there, but you could meet him
there. He can show you what needs to be done.." "He'll
be at the pool from about ten o'clock on.." "Okay,
thanks very much.." "Yes, just do whatever he wants in
there and send me the bill." He gave the man the Oaks
Academy address, "Thank you again, good bye."

Will and Joe burst into open laughter after Buck
returned his phone to his pocket. "No wonder you
fooled George the other night, that was perfect." Will
congratulated Buck then cautioned him, "By the way,
you don't need to do that anymore to George. Your
father gave him the okay to help you any time you need
it in the future."

Buck glanced at the twins who with Patrick, listened
to Doug as he explained how well Buck could imitate
his father. He nodded, "I'll call him tonight. There
is something he could help us with." Buck bowed deeply
to acknowledge the general cheering and applause from
the group in the hall.

The twins stopped by their door and started to say
good bye to the others generally and Patrick
particularly. Buck grinned at them, "Want to get away
from this dump overnight? Patrick can sign you out if
you want to."

"Will you?" One twin asked. They both looked hopeful.

Patrick laughed, "Aye, that I will, but none o' them
shenanigans as got you tossed from your other schools
while you're in my care, else you'll be delivered back
here in one o' them wheelchairs built for two."

The twins shook their heads vehemently, "No Sir,
you're the boss. We might want to get invited back
again. Thanks. We'll just change and collect some
stuff and be right with you." One said before both
disappeared into their room. Buck and the rest
followed. The twins realized their mistake after the
door was open. The room was neat and tidy, but one
twin bed wasn't made up. It's bedding was still neatly
folded on the mattress except for the pillow. There
were two pillows on the second bed, which was made up,
and both had obviously been sleeping in it together.

Both twins turned scarlet and stared at the floor.
"We've never been separated, and that includes
sleeping." They said together, slightly defiantly.

Buck giggled and started to say something, but Doug
cut him off. "Hey that's cool. You are brothers and
twins, what you do in a bed is none of our business,"
he looked down at Buck with a frown. "Is it Buck?"

Buck gave up and shrugged. "Nope, I guess not, but
since we are on the subject, you two can be as
straight as you want to be, but we aren't. If we're
going to be friends you might see Doug just out of the
blue grab me. He's so horny he won't let me be."

Doug exploded. "ME?" He screamed but laughed.

Buck giggled and ducked behind Will and Joe before
Doug could actually grab him, since Doug was reaching
for his neck, not his cock. "Boy Douggie, you need to
work on your people skills, you keep trying to
strangle all your friends," he said between giggles,
until Will got him in a headlock.

"Do you want to pound the little prick, or shall I?"
Will asked.

"Neither, let him go," Doug sneered. "I'll get him.
He's such a nympho, we'll if see suffers from lack of
nookie tonight."

Buck fell to his knees and tried to go into his crying
routine, but he was laughing too hard to concentrate.
One of the twins stopped his act entirely by finally
shouting the same question he'd been asking since Buck
announced that they were gay. "ALL OF YOU?"

The room fell silent, "All of us what?" Doug asked.

"Are all of you gay?" The twin asked again in a normal
voice. He looked at Joe and Will, "You guys too?"
After they nodded both twins just looked the question
at Patrick.

Patrick nodded, then added. "Aye lads, that I am. I
was when I was a bit younger than you are now, an' I
still am. It tends to not wear off wi' age, just the
opportunities to indulge, as you'd discover if you
leaned in our direction."

"Wow," came from the twins. They dressed and packed a
change of clothes and their toilet articles silently,
with the speed and efficiency of telepaths. When they
were finished one grinned at their audience, "I'm
ready, and I'm Toby."

"How come you aren't dressed alike?" Buck asked. Toby
wore a blue school shirt and Terry's was red.

Terry laughed, "We only do that when we want to fuck
with people's minds. In school, that's most of the
time, but we don't want to start out fucking with
friends."

"Yeah, and telepathy is work believe it or not, we
have to really listen and kind of maintain an open
channel." Toby added, while they trooped to Trenton
Hall to sign out for the night.

Patrick filled out the brief forms quickly. When he
got to the space asking for his relationship to the
student he printed `UNCLE'. Toby and Terry looked over
his shoulders and signed their names wearing smiles.
When they rejoined the group waiting outside, Terry
thanked him, "Thanks Uncle Pat. You know I like the
sound of that."

"Me too," Toby agreed.

"That pleases me lads, because I enjoyed the writin'
of it. I have nephews in Ireland o' course, but they
be strangers. I like the thought o' havin' two here,
even if you be a bit o' make believe."

The helicopter touched down at the Wilcott's long
enough for Marc, Dylan and Peter to jump out and run
toward the house. Patrick watched them. "Am I next
then?"

Buck looked at him strangely. "Yeah, we all are, at
our house. We're going home." The chopper landed again
on the Trenton helipad. "OOPS, we are home." The sound
of the engine died as Will opened the hatch and
lowered the steps.

"I'm to be stayin' here startin' tonight then? I've
nothin' to wear but soggy breeches and this borrowed
finery."

"You can take a car after dinner and get everything
you need." Doug started laughing to himself. "Dad will
want to meet you. He'll really be pleased that you're
coming to stay with us when I tell him about you."

Patrick blinked, then frowned. "You're sayin' then
that he doesn't know I might be workin' here?"

Buck shrugged, "Nope, how could he? We didn't know
until this afternoon." Doug's laughter grew and
intruded into their conversation. Buck started
laughing with him without knowing what they were
laughing about. "What?" he asked finally.

Doug poked Patrick in the ribs. "You're loaning
Patrick a car to drive on a public road! This I've got
to see."

Patrick's frown deepened. "Now Douglas, don't be
impugning me drivin' skills. Me reputation is
undeserved. Me fine Buick car has a mind o' it's own
at times, and some o' them trees along the drive be
very fast at leapin' out in front o' me." His defense
wilted into laughter. He put an arm over Buck's
shoulders. "In truth lad it wouldn't be wise to lend
me a vehicle, but only `cause I've no license for the
open road," he looked at Doug, "Ye can stop your
laughter now, Douglas, anytime, else you'll find your
ears boxed for ye."

"Okay, sorry Patrick. Let's just say your reputation
precedes you when you're behind the wheel." A final
giggle escaped Doug. "I've got to tell you though, I
liked that bit about fast trees."

Toby and Terry were following along quietly, but their
eyes roamed everywhere. "Home sweet home." Buck said
as he opened a French door leading to an empty room of
unknown intended use. "What do you think?" He asked
the twins.

"Impressive?" Was their unified response.

Buck and Doug giggled. Buck pushed them across the
room. "Actually ostentatious would be more accurate
wouldn't it? You can say it. I happen to have an
ostentatious mother. She thinks big. Come on this way,
upstairs," he said. He saw Joe ending a phone call.
"Is Dad home?"

"Nope," Joe grinned, "but he'd like to be. He was just
calling to see if he could borrow his chopper from
you, of course if you're done using it."

Buck giggled and looked at Doug. "Are you?"

"ME? What is this, dump on Doug Day? You said you'd
pick me up in the chopper, it wasn't my idea. Don't
get him mad at me. He scares me when he frowns at me
for some reason. He kind of radiates power."

Buck nodded, giggled and voice dialed, `Dad'. "Hi!
Doug says yes, he's done with the bird and he'll send
it in to get you, but you have to return it clean and
with a full gas tank."

"I DID NOT!" Doug shouted over Buck's shoulder.

Buck giggled and dodged around the twins and Patrick,
trying to keep away from Doug. "We brought home three
guests from school and they'd like pizza for dinner.
Doug was wondering, while you're waiting for the
chopper, could you order a few and bring them home
with you?"

Doug became frantic, trying to wrestle Buck's phone
from him, until Will and Joe caught him and held him
off the floor between them. They had trouble holding
on to him because they were laughing too hard. Buck
ended the call with a giggle, slipped his phone back
into his pocket and unlocked the apartment door.

"Man, you shouldn't joke around like that." Doug
warned after he was dropped on the sofa near the
computer terminal. He grinned at the twins and
Patrick. "You want to see some of Buck's toys? Watch."
He nodded toward the bookcases, keyed open the wall
and brought the plasma screen to life. "That's our
bed. Pretty neat, huh?"

Buck jumped into Doug's lap and kissed him while one
hand went between them up under his shorts' leg hem.
Patrick and the twins were forgotten briefly as Doug
responded. Buck pulled his hand away and broke the
kiss on his own, but wiggled his little butt into
Doug's lap. "What was that about you making me suffer
from lack of nookie tonight?" He asked in a loud
whisper and wiggled again.

Doug shrugged and laughed. "Did I say that?"

"Yup, pay back's a bitch isn't it?"

Patrick cleared his throat noisily after he heard the
hall door close, and looked back to see that Will and
Joe were gone. He blinked in surprise when he realized
he was standing between the twins, massaging their
backs, and that both of them were leaning back into
his hands, and almost purring from the feel of his
fingers and the sight of the impromptu love scene they
watched unfolding on the sofa. "Say lads, before you
two get too involved in them activities, perhaps we
should all be off to our rooms to freshen up a bit
before dinner I'm thinkin'," he suggested quietly. He
looked down at himself and quickly made fists of his
hands and jammed them into his front pockets to make
his excitement less obvious.

The twins watched him and looked at each other. They
grinned and did an about face, turning into Patrick
and brushing the cause of their own tented shorts
along his upper thighs. Toby looked back at Buck and
Doug, as Buck keyed the view of the boat bed off the
screen and stood up.

Buck didn't bother to hide the extent of his
excitement outlined in the stretched material of his
shorts. He pointed to the hall. "There are a couple of
bedrooms down there, and a kitchen, if you want
anything. After you get cleaned up, you can watch
DVD's or listen to music, or read," he yawned and
stretched, "We're kind of tired suddenly. We might lie
down for awhile after we shower. Dinner will be in
about an hour and a half." He pulled Doug to his feet.
"Come on Douggie, before you fall asleep sitting
there."

Patrick left the twins at the first bedroom door and
hurried to the second. He pushed the door closed and
stripped, relieved to be free of the constricting
shorts. Naked, he enjoyed the feel of the air-
conditioning drying and cooling his skin especially
the burning stripes on his legs where the twins
touched him with their cocks. He allowed himself to
fall backward on the bed. He lifted his erection and
grinned at it. "It's good you're up for the poundin'
you're about to get old boy," he whispered to his cock
before he started stroking it slowly while images of
Doug, Paul, the twins, Buck, Dylan and Marc flashed
through his mind. He reversed his mental tape and
stopped at the twins around the pool, then added
matching erections in size to the two that brushed his
legs a couple of minutes earlier. The speed of his
stroke increased.

The twins, in their bedroom, undressed each other
rapidly using a lifetime of experience. They fitted
their bodies to each other standing by the bed. Their
two cocks touched each other, pressed tightly between
their bellies. They kissed. Their tongues danced a
long practiced choreography between their mouths, and
they argued telepathically. The question wasn't
whether or not they would visit Patrick, or when.
Those points were decided. Only the issue of which of
them was to be first, physically, remained.

"Me, because I'm older." "Big deal, a whole minute.
You always pull that shit on me. It was my idea to get
him to teach us, so I should be first." "Maybe him,
but I told you we should find an old guy last year."
"Why don't we let him decide?" "Yeah, but it might not
matter. What if he laughs and throws us out?" "Get
real, we read him when he was rubbing our backs. He's
the one, he wants us, but he thinks he's too old for
us or any of the others." "His head maybe, but his
cock thinks otherwise." "Should we tell him we can
link with anyone we touch?" "No way, not at first, we
don't want to scare him." "Yeah, but he might figure
it out when we start popping his loads with ours."
"That may not work with outsiders anyway. Just because
we always do." "We have to pop the first one first.
After that, we'll see what happens." "Think he's naked
yet?" "Probably, we are. Let's go." The twins giggled
together audibly, nodded and opened their bedroom door
hand in hand. Their argument began and ended in a
fraction of a second.

Patrick's fantasy was developing nicely. His breathing
rate increased with his stroke. He froze when he heard
a noise, but didn't have time to lift his head or open
his eyes before his bed moved under him when the twins
joined him, one of them on each side. They lay on
their sides and pressed their bodies against his. Two
warm legs over lapped his and two hands moved from his
chest in quick circles down his body to his cock and
his hand. The two hands worked together to open his.
Then one held it and moved it to a slightly smaller,
harder and far wetter cock, while the other resumed
his stroke.

Patrick opened his eyes and turned his head to the
left. Toby's eager smiling brown eyes greeted his. His
first impulse was to sit up and push Toby away, but
suddenly he didn't want to. He turned his head to the
right to find Terry looking into his eyes and smiling.
Terry's hand jerked him, while Toby's held his against
his soon to be manhood. Terry leaned back long enough
for Patrick's free hand to hold his cock. Patrick
thought it was his idea. He jerked both young cocks
slowly, tenderly and equally. He lifted his head
suddenly and started looking back and forth between
both boys when he realized that he could tell them
apart somehow. He chuckled and let his head fall back
when Toby's hand joined Terry's on his cock.

"Ye know o' course that it's wrong for you lads to be
here, but I'm pleased that ye are through no fault o'
me own."

"We want you to show us stuff, we do stuff, you know,
like this together, but we want an outsider," Toby
stopped his explanation suddenly when Terry slammed a
warning into his mind. "I mean someone experienced
like you to show us everything, you know, the right
way to do stuff."

Patrick laughed softly, "Ah lads, there be no right
way, or wrong way either. There's ways that hurt and
them as likes to and even them as wants to be, but I
like the doin' of it slow and easy, the fun way. I
think it's the gettin' to the lightenin', the golden
stars and the blue lights blinkin', that's what the
stuff, as ye call makin' love, is all about. That be
my view o' course," he added.

"Will you show us everything that's fun? We'll do
whatever you say." Terry assured Patrick, just to be
polite. They twins knew he wanted to suck them for
starters, but didn't want to shock them or gross them
out by suggesting it. "Why don't we show you some
stuff we like, then maybe you can show us how we can
do it better?"

The twins didn't wait for Patrick's approval. Toby
scrambled over Patrick's body, tickling him and
rubbing his crotch on his overly excited cock. Terry
grabbed his brother's legs. They bent and twisted
themselves until they ended up in a tight sixty-nine
position that looked to Patrick, to be incredibly
comfortable for them both. Terry took Toby's cock in
his mouth. Toby held Terry's up for Patrick to see.
"You know how some kids suck their thumbs when they
sleep? We never did that. This is how we sleep. Toby
swallowed Terry. Both of them put their heads down,
closed their eyes and started nursing each other.

Patrick's bushy eyebrows shot up to full arch. "Glory
be, but that's most beautiful to watch. Please don't
be comin' yet though, I had in mind to be gettin' a
taste o' ye both," he grinned, inspired. "Perhaps
together, like at the same time. I was thinkin' if ye
could arrange your two selves so's your beautiful
cocks were to be touchin' it might be done."

"Oh yeah," Toby agreed, "we do that sometimes to jerk
off." Another scramble of arms and legs produced the
desired result. They lay together with their heads at
opposite ends of the bed with their legs spread like
forks joined together so their crotches were snuggled
together.

Patrick joined their cocks by wrapping his fingers
around them. He squeezed them gently and stroked them
slowly. The twins' heads flopped back on the bed, they
moaned. Patrick leaned down over them, "I'm thinkin'
two such rare fine cigars deserve to be smoked
together most slowly. Relax now lads, I'll be smokin'
ye slow an' easy." He lowered his mouth on them and
twisted his head so they rested on his tongue side by
side before he began sliding his lips along their
joined length.

The twin's heads' thrashed from side to side; they
moaned and alternately bunched the sheets in their
fists violently or opened their hands to caress
Patrick's head tenderly. They started arching their
backs to meet Patrick's mouth and Patrick began
thrusting his hips mentally, because he knelt over
them and couldn't actually move. He wasn't sure what
was happening to his body, but his iron hard erection
felt like it was in his mouth with the twins'.

When the twins flooded his mouth simultaneously,
Patrick's cock responded in kind. When their two
bodies bucked and shuddered he stood on his knees
still bent over them, and his repeated ejaculations
were as forceful as theirs were. He didn't see their
throats moving to swallow when he did or know that
they savored the taste and texture of their cum with
him.

Patrick's brain suddenly received the impression of
alarm, not a sense of danger, but of urgency. The
twins pushed his head away from them as they untangled
themselves and continued to push him backward until
his knees lifted and he fell on his back on the bed
with his head hanging off the side. He felt the twins
crawling up his legs, meticulously cleaning him with
their tongues like two kittens grooming their mother
for a change. They banged heads when they got to his
cock. Terry won that race since there was only one,
and nursed him feverishly.

Patrick giggled like a fourteen year old, "Ye can ease
up there Terry me lad, there won't be more until
tomorrow, if then, I fear I might have shot me a
week's worth of goods just now," he marveled.
"Imagine, havin' me self a wet dream in broad daylight
yet."

Terry rolled his eyes up to look at Patrick. Toby
grinned and answered for his brother. "Wanna bet?"

Patrick's smile disappeared when he felt himself
responding to Terry's gentle oral ministrations.
"Glory be! I'm a goner." Toby took Patrick's arm and
pulled him completely back on the bed, then lay down
presenting his renewed youthful erection to Patrick's
head, while Terry shifted his body so Toby could
gobble him in. The messy triangle they formed lasted
ten minutes before there were three more synchronized
orgasms.

The twins giggled as they watched Patrick panting.
"Now we can take a break," they told him together.

Toby pulled on Patrick's arm, "Come on Uncle Pat,
let's go see how Doug and Buck are doing."

Patrick allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. "I
misdoubt they want to be disturbed just now."

"We aren't going to bother them just watch them on TV.
You know like get some more pointers on how to do
stuff." Terry advised then took Patrick's limp arm and
draped it over his shoulders, while Toby claimed his
other side in the hallway."

Patrick chuckled when they eased him on to the sofa
then joined him, nearly sitting on him. "I find I've
two young handsome pointers right here," he told them
while he collected a cock in each hand and watched
Toby study the keyboard. "Can you operate that thing?"

"Sure we watched Doug and Buck turn it on and off."
Toby's fingers flew and the plasma screen brightened.
The image cleared to show Buck with his back resting
on Doug's thighs while he sat on his heels. Buck's
legs were in the air and Doug was bent over Buck's
crotch.

"Hey, what's Doug doing?" Terry asked innocently.

Patrick got bug eyed and his cock stirred. He felt his
face burning. "He's ah, er, you might say takin' back
some of what he ah, put in, ah, after makin' love to
Buck a bit ago."

"OH!" The twins said together as their communal brain
deciphered Patrick's cryptic explanation.

Patrick felt his fingers being pushed open to
accommodate a pair of hardening cocks when they
suddenly saw Buck turn his head, giggle, which they
could hear, look directly at them and wave one hand.
"Join us if you want to," he invited. Doug looked up
at them briefly, nodded and grinned, before he resumed
his quest.

 

 

 

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