Somerset Farm 

                                                                                        by Jamie Haze

 

 Chapter 20


The twins frantically reached to cover their erections
with their hands, forgetting that Patrick was already
holding them. Patrick attempted to cover himself, but
couldn't free his hands. "Can you see us too?" Toby
asked the plasma screen nervously since he couldn't
see a camera lens.

Buck giggled, "Nope, just audio," he laughed harder,
"Patrick," he added. "It was a dumb safety feature,
the audio. It turns itself on if someone else turns on
my system. Well?"

"Well what?"

Doug sat up, let Buck loose and rearranged their
bodies so they lay on their sides facing the camera.
Doug propped his head on his hand and snuggled Buck
back tighter against his body with his free hand.
"Well, are you guys coming in here, or can't you walk?
Patrick?"

Patrick accepted the challenge to his age. "O' course
I can walk if the lads will be unhandin' me hands,
so's I can stand."

The twins let him go, then pulled him to his feet.
Terry looked down at Patrick, his brother and himself.
"Hey, where'd they go?" Their cocks had wilted to
nearly normal.

Patrick rested his arms over the twins' shoulders and
chuckled. "I'd say it was from the embarrassment o'
being caught peekin' in where we ought not be lookin'.
Come on lads, the cat's out o' the bag for sure for
you two. There's a lesson in this about snoopin' for
sure, an' I guess I'll be learnin' it with the two o'
you, since I'm caught as well."

"Sorry about that," the twins said together. They
climbed the dais steps to the boat bed reluctantly,
wearing red faces as bright as Patrick's, who was
climbing a step behind them, pushing them gently
forward with his hands on their backs.

Buck and Doug laughed together. "You don't need to
be," Buck answered. "We would have peeked at you guys
if I had cameras in your rooms." They sat up to make
room for the twins and Patrick to sit on the bed with
them. The four boys ended up sitting like Indians,
while Patrick stretched out across the foot of the
bed. He yawned, feeling his age and remained quiet.

The boys' discussion was on the topic of sex, but
wasn't sexually charged. The twins asked Buck and Doug
questions about `stuff' and they answered frankly with
a minimum of hesitation or blushing. They concluded
that sex between couples, straight or gay, was
inherently dirty, but not filthy dirty, just somewhat
messy dirty, the kind that could easily be washed
away, physically, and mentally. Doug attributed filth
in sex to the narrow minds of strict moralists who
couldn't get laid if their lives depended on it, and
since they weren't getting any, they decried anyone
else, including the majority of the world's population
who were.

Buck declared that everyone in their little tight knit
group was a hedonist with the advantage of being able
to afford their pleasures. He concluded, "If it's fun,
it feels good and we have a willing partner, we do
it."

There was a knock on the bedroom door, it opened and
Will walked in. The twins reddened getting ready to
face a knowing smirk, but he smiled at everyone
generally and made himself comfortable sitting on the
side of the boat. "Your dad's home. Dinner in ten
minutes."

Buck nodded, "We heard the chopper half an hour ago. I
guess we better shower and find some clothes." The
boys started to climb off the bed.

"Look at poor Uncle Pat." Toby whispered. Patrick was
asleep. He was lying on his back with his hands
clasped on his chest.

"Damn," Terry muttered, "he looks like he's dead. I
told you that second time was too fast. We better slow
down like he told us."

Toby bent down and squinted at Patrick's chest. "He's
breathing. We don't need to slow down we need to speed
him up. I think he's just suffering from lack of use,
you know if you think you can't, then you can't. We'll
change his thinking tonight," he grinned at the
others.

Terry nodded, "I wonder if he's ticklish?"

That was the cue for all four boys to pounce. Patrick
came alive laughing and giggling after a second to
realize where he was and who was climbing on him
tickling him. He caught a twin in each arm, then used
them and their combined weight to bowl Doug and Buck
over, until he had them mostly contained under his
body, before he started tickling them back
indiscriminately. He discovered whom his fingers bored
into from their individual laughter and struggles.

"There now lads, that'll be teachin' ye the first
lesson in not messin' with me when I be restin' me
eyes. A lessor man than me self would have up and
died." Patrick giggled, let them go, then had to push
them away when they tried to hold him on the bed.
"Leave off now lads." He advised them after he stood
up and stretched. His stomach growled, he nodded to
Will, and asked, "Is it dinnertime then William? Where
do we eat?"

Will nodded, "If you want pizza, with the rest of us
in the dinning room, but if you like a regular dinner,
the cook fixed a leg of lamb. That will be served in
the helps' dinning room off the kitchen." Will's
expression turned serious. "By the way, the evening
news tonight reported that Peter's buddy Walter, had a
massive coronary sitting on a shitter this morning. It
wouldn't have gotten mentioned at all except for
Dylan's arrest."

Buck shrugged at the news. "I guess God took care of
his nasty ass, you're lucky Joe stopped you from
bopping him for good. Come on guys. Let's get showered
and dressed. Wait until you taste these pizzas.
There's a little shop near Dad's office. They just
make them, but don't cook them if you ask, our cook
takes care of that."


Bucky sat comfortably at his desk reading new faxes
and listening to Joe report on the boy's activities.
He laughed when Joe told him Buck impersonated him
again to get the general contractor to the school for
what was likely to be an expensive remodeling job.
Bucky nodded his approval after Joe told him Buck
hired Patrick as a sort of valet. Also, Patrick was an
amazing disciplinarian and commanded all the boy's
respect without really trying.

Joe watched Bucky carefully when he recounted Buck's
imaginary phone conversation on the helicopter,
particularly when he said, `Make him an offer he can't
refuse.' Joe continued after Buck looked up from his
reading, his complete concentration switching
instantly to what Joe was telling him.

"After he hung up his imaginary phone, he told us that
there was some kind of super secret mega-corporation
that used organized crime like it was a small highly
visible division, and the obvious bosses as
throwaways, if necessary. Like these idiots really
just take orders and if they get sloppy they take the
heat. Then he told us about how if a stockholder in
this corporation got sloppy; say got caught with his
hand in the cookie jar, he'd get retired and bought
off. Then he said something curious, he said if he was
a stockholder, he'd wait awhile, then arrange for the
retiree to have an accident or heart attack in real
payment for the dude's being stupid and/or too greedy
and risking the corporation's exposure. He was pretty
scary actually." Joe lowered his voice. "Will and me
kind of think he was theorizing out loud and maybe
judging the guys reactions, like getting them used to
the idea for the future if they're going to continue
to be his friends. It would be difficult to entirely
conceal a thing like this from friends for a lifetime
if he was going to be involved in the top echelon of
the corporation wouldn't it?" He took a deep breath
and leaned forward, "Was he close?" He asked quietly.

Bucky leaned back in his chair and tented his fingers
to support his chin. His unblinking eyes were
unreadable to Joe as they bored into his. He held his
face expressionless. Joe wanted to squirm and look
away but he locked every muscle in his body and stared
back unmoving. Bucky finally sat up and smiled. "Yes,
well, if you and Will have the time after dinner,
perhaps we could sit down for a while to discuss your
futures. George may have hinted that your positions as
my bodyguards was my way of getting to know you, trust
you and understand your capabilities and potential
better. After the successful conclusion of this little
problem you solved last evening, now might be a good
time to explore your advancement. Could you free up
some time for me say after ten o'clock? The boys
should be settled in by then."

Joe wilted after he carefully closed Bucky's study
door, but allowed himself a huge grin. He was
emotionally drained and staggered down the hall to
look for Will in Buck's apartment. He found Will
lounging on the sofa reading a yachting magazine. The
plasma screen still showed the boat bed, but it was
empty. The sounds of the shower running and laughter
came from the speakers. Joe hugged Will's neck,
standing behind the sofa. Will twisted his head and
they kissed. Will blinked in surprise at Joe's sudden
passion. "What's up?" he asked, then held the open
magazine up. "Someday when we can afford it, we should
buy a boat, it would be a good place to get away once
in a while."

Joe laughed, "We can afford it tomorrow maybe." He
hugged Will tighter so their cheeks touched to look at
the yachts pictured by a brokerage. "I just left
Bucky, he wants to chat about our futures at ten
tonight if we're free of course." There was a renewed
sound of laughter. "Who's in there?"

Will broke Joe's hold on his neck by leaning forward
to key off the screen and audio from the bedroom.
"There. The audio works both ways. The twins and
Patrick are. Toby and Terry have sort of come out and
Patrick is coming here to work. I like him. He'll make
life easier for us. Now how can we afford one of these
tomorrow, but not today? Are we getting big raises?"

Joe flopped by his partner, grinned and shrugged.
"Better I hope, promotions maybe. I told him about the
corporation Buck described, then screwed up enough
balls to ask him outright. He stared at me for a
minute that seemed like forever, and when he finally
laughed, he never did answer my question, so we were
right. He stopped me at the door as I was leaving, and
told me that if we hadn't asked, like figured out a
little of what was going on, that we'd never have the
conversation we're going to have tonight."

Will frowned, "What if he just wants to get us
together. We walk in and someone carries us out, have
you thought of that?"

Joe shook his head vehemently, "No way, he acted like
he was pleased and even relieved."

"Well I guess if we find George in there, standing
behind us sucking on a fucking Slurpie we'll know how
pleased he really is. If he uses the concentrate, it's
lights out in two seconds flat." Will shrugged, "Well
I guess we can worry about that later. Come on let's
go check out the pies before the mob gets to them, the
Wilcott's are coming over so we need a head start."

Buck and Doug introduced Patrick and the twins to
Bucky and everyone else that hadn't met them, then
forced Patrick into the chair at Bucky's right hand.
At first Patrick answered Bucky's questions with
monosyllables if a `Yes Sor.' Or, `No Sor.' Answer
wouldn't suffice. Then Buck and Marc started a
squabble over which of them first touched, and was
therefore entitled to a single remaining slice of
pizza in it's box in front of them. Patrick frowned,
excused himself, and walked down the table to chat
with them in a whisper. Bucky blinked in surprise and
laughed when he saw Patrick calmly bump their heads
together with his hands and return to his seat without
looking back, while Buck took a knife and halved the
disputed slice.

"Sorry about that Sor, but all was warned. Good
manners be required formal dinner or this fine an'
tasty supper." Patrick explained to Bucky and the
adult Wilcott's sitting opposite him. Paul and Morgan,
sitting across the table from the chastened twosome
diverted his attention. They were laughing together as
Paul made a comment about babies getting high chairs.
He cleared his throat loudly, arched a bushy eyebrow
and stared at them. The laughter died and they resumed
eating quietly.

John laughed and offered his hand across the table.
"Patrick, you are absolutely worth your weight in
gold."

Bucky agreed. "I'll bet my son didn't realize you
would kick his ass if he needed it when he asked you
to come and stay with us."

"Oh yes Sor he did."

"Call me Bucky please."

Patrick ignored the request. "Ye see Sor."

Bucky interrupted with a frown, "Please call me
Bucky." His voice was low, and his smile fixed.
"We're very informal around here."

Patrick did a double take when their eyes touched. He
started over again, "Ye see Bucky I told `em all that
there be a time and place for horse play, an' then
there's a time when it's not to be tolerated. I also
took the opportunity to advise `em about the place for
elbows when at table, I'm hopin' you don't mind. These
lads be like yearlin' stallions, that be fractious an'
playful, an' they need pullin' up short on occasion."

Bucky nodded, "I agree," he looked at the Wilcott's,
"but as parents they get too used to us. You're a new
experience for them, so feel free to break our
stallions to the bridle and bit as you see fit."

"Oh no Bucky, never a bit, or spurs either, a light
kick in the arse, beggin' your pardon, works as well."

Doug sat between the twins talking quietly until he
raised his voice in excitement. "You own a vineyard
and live in a real Spanish hacienda? Wow! I get off on
traditional Spanish and Moorish architecture. I'd love
to see it sometime."

"So would we," Toby answered with a frown reflecting
his brother's. "The bitch talked Dad into closing the
house and building a new sprawling modern place," Toby
leaned forward so he could see Dylan. "The new joint
is pretty close to where you live Dylan, back in one
of the canyons above Malibou. She convinced Dad that
there were too many memories at the old house in the
Napa Valley, but SHE," he spit the word out, "really
wanted to be closer to the action. Of course the
vineyard was a wedding present from our grandfather,
it's a Del La Varga property, so it's ours now, only
we haven't been allowed to go back there since it was
closed."

"Do you want to see it?" Buck asked with a grin, then
looked at his father sitting at the head of the table
and looked hopeful without saying a word.

Bucky rolled his eyes, stared at the ceiling and tried
valiantly to keep from giggling. He gave up and agreed
to Buck's unasked question. "Okay," he winked at Buck,
"Doug can borrow the Challenger, but only if he
returns it clean and with full tanks."

Doug giggled, enjoying the joke, "Gee thanks Bucky, in
return, I guess you can use the chopper anytime you
want from now on." Bucky nodded and laughed. Doug
added quickly, "As long as you ask first."

"How about tomorrow morning?" Bucky asked when he
could.

Doug nodded his approval, "Sure. I do have one small
question though; what am I borrowing, what's a
Challenger?"

Buck explained when he realized no one else at the
table knew what it was either since they weren't
laughing at Doug's question. "It's Dad's new one, his
personal executive jet aircraft. Mom's got the big one
in Europe and the Lear is too short range, we'd have
to keep stopping for gas."

"I guess it's not personal anymore is it?" Bucky
asked. "When do you want to go?"

"Go where?" The twins asked together, looking
thoroughly confused.

Doug giggled, "I guess were off to California to visit
your home, the vineyard, remember?"

"Really?"

"Yup really." Buck nodded. "How about this weekend? If
you aren't busy of course. Your Uncle Pat could sign
you out."

Two pairs of brown marbles flicked to Patrick, looking
hopeful, begging him to agree. When he grinned and
nodded, they jumped up and ran around the table to hug
him and give him a nephew like kiss on each cheek.
Then they turned their attention to Bucky, but stopped
short of hugging him and compromised with shaking both
his hands at the same time, until he pulled free of
them.

"I hate to throw a monkey wrench in your plans," Dylan
interjected, looking at Buck, "but we have rehearsals,
remember? Just readings to start with, but we'll be
going through the whole script over and over, and
making changes."

Buck frowned and pursed his lips, "Well then, I guess
I can't go with you guys." He looked hopefully at his
father, "The twins and the rest of the guys who want
to go still can can't they?"

Bucky nodded, "Of course, you made two commitments,
one to acting, and one just now. The first takes
precedent, I'm proud you made the right choice."

Dylan laughed suddenly. "So am I. It means we can
trust you to be there when you're needed for scenes,
so I guess we can excuse you for this first weekend."

Bucky frowned at Dylan; "Can you do that?"

"Yes sir, my pictures make money so I invest in them."
Dylan grinned at Buck, "If I didn't think you were
good, naturally very good, you wouldn't have gotten
the part if you bawled your head off for the director
for an hour. Owning a piece of the action is my
commitment to the film's success."

Buck was tempted to jump into Dylan's lap and kiss him
exuberantly, but he held himself in check because it
didn't seem like the adult thing to do, so he nodded
and smiled. "Thank you Dylan, I guess now I owe you
one."

After dessert Marc insisted that everyone had to look
at his first efforts with underwater photography, so
they all went up to Buck's apartment to see the video
on the big plasma screen. Marc fished the cassette out
of a large manila envelope and Buck loaded it. Doug
and the twins were sitting together on the floor in
front of the screen until the video started. All three
then started looking frantically for a place to hide,
because of course they were naked. Doug covered his
eyes at first, and peeked at the screen between his
fingers while the twins started counting fibers in the
carpet.

Doug elbowed Toby, "Hey look at that," he said
crawling closer to the screen. "I didn't know I did
that. And you guys see that extra twist? Wow, if we
study this I bet we could slice a half a second off
our times." The three of them promptly forgot about
everyone else in the room while they pointed, made
swimming motions with their arms held this way and
that and cupped their fingers more or less as the
video progressed.

While Doug and the twins were engrossed in improving
their techniques, Marc handed out eight by ten
enlargements of Doug mostly, which he particularly
liked. He held one back until last. He offered it to
Paul to see first. "This one is going up on the wall
alongside you on the rings."

Paul nodded approvingly, "Holy shit!" He passed the
photo on to Dylan, who had already seen it.

Dylan grinned and passed it to John. "Your investment
in equipment is really paying off already. Check this
one out. Marc and I just finished a photo layout and
article for Paul, now we're going to do one on Doug,
as soon as Marc gets him to wear a bathing suit for
some pictures."

Buck started stretching his neck to see the picture as
soon as Paul exclaimed about it, but it was handed to
him last. "Holy shit is right. Make me one of those
big ones too, okay?" He asked Marc.

Marc took the picture lying on the bottom of the deep
end of the pool. He caught Doug in the middle of his
down beat when he was practicing his butterfly stroke.
His body was clearly outlined by bright, suffused
light from the building's skylights. His outstretched
arms streamed with a delicate tracery of bubbles from
air, briefly captured when his arms returned to the
water. Doug's eyes were open, looking down and forward
and he was smiling, clearly enjoying what he was
doing.

Buck dangled the photo in front of Doug's face,
blocking the video. "Look Douggie, the bubbles are so
symmetrical, you have butterfly wings. Pretty neat
huh?" Buck giggled and shook his head after Doug took
the picture from him. "It's a real bummer that you
weren't wearing a suit, no one ever saw a butterfly
with an exhaust pipe before, but I like it."

Doug blushed. The twins leaned into him and giggled,
pointing at Doug's cock streaming bubbles between his
legs, until Marc dropped three photos in Terry's lap
of them swimming together. "Giggle at those. You two
birds should go out for synchronized swimming. Do you
do everything together? I didn't get even one of you
when you weren't mirroring each other."

Doug looked at the twins' pictures. "You two need to
split up long enough for races, you know like get into
relays and different strokes and lengths. If you
always tie each other, everyone's going to look at you
like a pair of weirdoes, telepathic weirdoes at that."
Doug's attention returned to the screen. "I wish Dad
could see this, he'd have some suggestions for me to
improve," he mumbled wistfully.

"Was your Dad coaching you?" Toby asked hesitantly.
Buck had explained why Doug was living with him.

Doug nodded, "Yeah, I guess he was. He was always too
busy to be around the pool much, but when he was, well
I always seemed to do better. He could have been great
himself if he hadn't blown a knee."

Buck whispered in Marc's ear and Marc nodded. When the
tape ended, Doug asked Marc if he could borrow it to
study slowly. Marc answered that it was the original,
but he'd dub a copy as soon as he got home and bring
it to practice the next day, then qualified his
agreement. "That is I will if you wear a tank suit
from now on until I can get enough good shots of you
for publication. "You make better times wearing one
anyway don't you?"

"Yeah, between one and two, one hundredths, but I only
subtract one, one hundredth from a practice race if
I'm skinny dipping."

"What about wearing a cap and goggles, and even one of
those new whole body suits?" Bucky asked.

Doug shrugged, "I don't feel comfortable wearing that
stuff. It's like cheating a little. I guess I'm a
purest, I should have been born in ancient Greece when
the only thing they wore to the Olympics was oil."
Bucky started to ask something else, but Doug raised
his hand. "And please, no one suggest shaving my legs,
my head, or anywhere else."

Bucky laughed, "Well how about if we get your school
coach in for the summer?"

It was Doug's turn to laugh and shake his head.
"Because he's a nice dude and all but he's a history
instructor with a part-time job. I don't really know
whether he can even swim, no one's ever seen him in
the pool. Thanks Bucky, but I'll muddle along like
I've been doing." Doug shifted his gaze to Marc.
"Thanks for making that tape, it'll be real helpful.
I'm sorry I lost it this afternoon by the way."

Marc laughed, "I'm sorry I got in your way. You dove
on me so fast I thought I was a snack for old Jaws. I
promise it won't happen again, that is as long as you
wear a suit until I get some good shots of you."

Marc started to collect his pictures and ejected the
tape from the deck. That seemed to be a signal that it
was time for the Wilcott's, along with Dylan, Peter
and Morgan to head to their house.

Bucky stretched out in the chair he was sitting in and
clasped his hands behind his head. "This is a really
comfortable room son. You have good taste. By the way,
your mother is coming home this weekend," he rolled
his eyes, "and she's bringing all the furniture with
her." He giggled, "Not with her, but its coming right
behind her on a chartered wide body seven-forty-seven.
The alternative was by ship and Lord knows how long
that would have taken. So in a week or two we should
be living in a furnished house for a change."

"That's great Dad, just as long as she stays out of
here with that old junk." Buck laughed.

Bucky roared. "Old junk? Do you have any idea what
that boat in your bedroom cost? And when your mother
gets here don't start on her about buying more old
junk either"

"Excuse me," Terry said. "We'd like to call Gramps if
it's all right, since we're sneaking out to the
winery, he can sneak up from the ranch and meet us
there. We haven't seen him in over a year. Dad and the
bitch won't allow him to visit us."

Buck frowned like his father, who was also frowning.
"That sucks the big one. Tell him if he can't get
there, we could land down in San Diego so you can
visit all weekend." Buck announced.

"Really? That's great, but we're sure he can get to
Napa if he has to walk, just to piss the bitch and her
mother off." Toby giggled and pulled Patrick to his
feet. "Come on Uncle Pat you can meet Gramps on the
speaker phone. You'll like each other because you have
something in common."

"Oh, an' just what might that be?" Patrick asked.

The twins started laughing, and answered in unison,
"You're both so old!"

Patrick made a grab at them, but they ran down the
hall. "Best lock that door," he called with a giggle,
"else the poor man will be meetin' ye with both o' ye
covered with matchin' welts an' bruises!"

Buck reached for the phone as soon as they heard the
door slam on the twins' youthful laughter and
Patrick's Irish accented threats. "I want George to
check out their dad's wife. Is that okay?" He asked
while he dialed.

Bucky nodded, "Of course it is. I'd like to talk with
him after you're finished. George has been after me to
let him retire and I'd like him to come out later this
evening to meet his replacements."

"Plural?" Buck asked while the phone rang. Bucky
nodded. When Buck offered his father the phone he sat
on the arm of his chair so he could listen to
everything his father said to George. "One thing I'd
suggest too, is to look at the boys' father closely.
I'm told he was a plumber. Their mother was of Spanish
decent, an old family and possibly traditionally
cloistered. If that's the case, the only way he could
have ever met her is by working in her father's
house."

Buck started frowning when Will and Joe were discussed
briefly. After Bucky ended the call Buck was still
frowning. "Come on Dad, I like them. If I need to be
watched over they're the best. You should have been
there to see Will bop that cop that was bothering
Peter. He would have killed him if Joe hadn't stopped
him. If that guy was bothering me, I bet Joe couldn't
have stopped him."

Bucky nodded. "I agree. I appreciate loyalty that's
why I'm giving them the job. Joe will handle day to
day operations as the CEO, and I want to expand our
electronic surveillance capabilities. Will is a wizard
when it comes to computers." Buck nodded, but his
frown changed to a pout. "Don't worry, they'll still
be around. They can continue to live here if they wish
and their first task will be to find their own
replacements that are equally conscientious and
perhaps equally gay." Buck looked at his watch and
stood up to leave. "I've got some things to do, I'll
see you at breakfast." He looked at Doug sitting
quietly, brooding over his future. "Say Doug, can I
really use the chopper tomorrow?"

Doug giggled, "Sure, but remember the rules; keep it
clean and the tanks full." Bucky laughed and nodded.
He slammed the door when he closed it. Doug cupped his
hands around his mouth and shouted; "Can't you just
close a door without slamming it for once in your
life?" His mother often asked the same question of
Doug. The boys heard Bucky laughing harder and
pounding on the hall wall in answer.

Doug followed Buck into the bedroom. They undressed as
they went. Doug watched Buck drop his clothing into
the laundry chute. "Its nice to have my own clothes. I
wonder if Dad knows Mom dropped them off today?"

"Probably." Buck held the spring-loaded cabinet door
open for Doug.

"Should I toss my stuff in with yours?"

Buck looked up at the ceiling in mock disgust. "DAH!
Only if you want them washed. Come on Douggie, loosen
up, you live here remember?"

Doug grinned. "Its kind of sexy to think about our
clothes being washed together."

Buck watched Doug's cock elongate and lift its head.
"You're just chronically horny." He gently cupped
Doug's balls and weighed them. "Wow these tanks are
full again already. We better get you to bed and open
this big bad throttle." Doug followed Buck willingly.

Doug was thrusting himself into Buck's mouth when
there was a sharp rap on the door. Buck couldn't
answer and Doug was concentrating on his throttle and
not in the mood. The second knock was louder, more
insistent. Doug shouted, "GODDAMNIT! COME IN!" Buck
pulled his mouth away and lifted his head enough to
peek over Doug's hip in time to see Patrick pushing
the frowning twins in front of him. All three were
agreeably naked and the twins fully excited, but
Patrick only half-hard.

"These two matchin' scamps have their minds set on the
killin' of me self," Patrick began without preamble or
apology for the interruption. "They got me twice this
afternoon, an' once again just now. The first time was
fine and most enjoyable to be sure. The second a wee
few minutes later was surprisin' but due to the
newness, gratefully accepted. Just now I thought to
just watch their youthful activities, but Toby here
an' Terry here," he looked right and left.

"Wait a minute," Buck interrupted, "they're naked, how
can you tell them apart?"

"That's the thing! They touch me an' I know, or I
them. Each time I tell `em I'm finished, drained, they
lay on their hands an' I'm a goner. The old boy,"
Patrick looked down at himself, "stands up an' is
ready for yet another bout. I discovered too that I
deliver the goods with `em each time. The three o' us
together each an' every time."

Doug chuckled, "So what wrong with that? It sounds
like a good deal to me, everyone coming together."

"Me too." Buck agreed. "What's the problem? Enjoy it!"
He giggled at Patrick's desperate look.

"Simultaneous explosions are most enjoyable an' rare
to boot. The problem lads is the number o' times,
three so far today an' this evenin', now they want me
to mount `em in turn, after o' course, they finish the
arguin' o' who's to be first. That'll be five, an' the
sun's just settin'! I'll be joinin' me saintly parents
before sunrise at the rate their takin' me."

"We kind of have a rule; no one has to do anything
they don't want to do." Doug explained, grinned and
looked at Buck. "But I can't think of a time yet when
anyone used it, can you?"

"Nope. Not yet."

Patrick grinned and looked satisfied. He gently poked
the twins with his elbows. "There ye' see? I be
invokin' that rule right now. No more for me tonight.
Douglas an' Buck here be your age, an' there be two o'
them, let them be doin' the mountin' an' I'll just be
watchin'."

Doug shook his head and giggled. "Sorry Patrick, the
same rule applies to them. If they don't want to, then
we don't."

The twins looked at each other and one shrugged as he
reached out and placed his hand on Doug's thigh. "We
want to, but we wanted Uncle Pat to be first." He
smiled and met Doug's eyes.

Doug blinked and looked startled. "Toby? You're Toby!"
Toby nodded and looked embarrassed. Doug laughed,
"Wow! Far out! You just told me somehow. Telepathy?"
Toby nodded again. Doug looked down at Buck. "Close
your eyes Buck, turn away, and no cheating."

Buck buried his face in the bed. Doug motioned for
Toby to touch him. Toby put his hand on the back of
Buck's neck and smiled at Terry. Buck started
giggling. "Yeah! That's Toby touching me, but Terry
wants me to be his first," he hesitated, listening,
"hey, what's an outsider?" He asked and sat up
quickly.

Terry blushed, "An outsider, until now, was everyone
else in the world, except our mother. We used to talk
with her all the time. We never could reach our
father. If one of us touches someone once, we can
tell. Some people are just too dense."

"Or stupid." Toby added while he shyly returned his
hand to Doug's thigh, and looked him in the eyes,
before they shifted to Doug's half-hard cock. Doug
watched himself grow into diamond cutter hardness.

Doug giggled, "As Marc is fond of saying just before
he gets laid, `Well all righty then!'" He quickly
shifted himself on the bed making room for the twins.
He kept his eye on Toby, he didn't want to get mixed
up, but Toby's eyes were locked on his cock, so that
wasn't a problem.

Buck was sitting on his heels watching Terry get
comfortable. "Wait, there's a hose in the shower," he
began to explain.

The twins stopped him with giggles. Terry lifted his
legs. "We weren't sure what it was used for normally
but we discovered what it can be used for." He looked
around his leg at Patrick, getting comfortable on the
foot of the bed. "The old guy helped." Patrick growled
at him and grinned.

Doug looked back too, "You can't just watch Patrick,"
he said sternly. Patrick looked like he'd been kicked
and began climbing off the bed to leave them.

"Nope," Buck agreed, "but you could at least help a
little." He held himself and waved it everywhere, but
at Terry. "I'm not real good at aiming."

Doug giggled, "Aiming? I don't even know where to aim.
Come on Patrick, help us out here please."

Patrick crawled to them, sat on his heels between them
and took one in each hand. "Happy to be of some use to
ye lads, anytime I'm needed." He caressed both cocks
lovingly, but looked at Doug. "These be twins as well,
but I've been interested in touchin' this one the
longest, so I'll see it safe to home first."

The two couples watched each other. Doug and Buck
started thrusting in unison. The twins joined their
hands between their heaving bodies and the feelings of
near ecstasy multiplied accordingly for them all. Toby
whispered something to Doug. Doug hesitated a fraction
of a second, so he was thrusting when Buck was
withdrawing. Feelings and sensations entered their
minds at slightly different times, further increasing
their combined pleasure.

Patrick's hands and eyes were everywhere at first,
before he spread Buck's legs, and crouched between
them. He gently spread Buck's small hard cheeks with
his thumbs to expose his glistening pucker, lowered
his head and inserted his tongue.

Buck moaned and looked back long enough to smile his
approval, just before he frowned slightly, drove his
cock into Terry a final time and began to shiver. He
set off a chain reaction in response. The twins locked
their ankles around their lovers' waists. Patrick's
head was almost included in Terry's leg lock. Their
matching cocks spurted cum convulsively while Doug's
body arched backward and rippled spastically.

Patrick lifted his head suddenly when he felt his
balls tingle delightfully as the first, and last
warning that he was about to come yet again. He
quickly stretched out his body and thrust himself
violently into the sheets. He shrugged mentally and
returned his tongue to Buck in time to feel Buck's
sphincters' final contractions grab at his tongue. The
room echoed with gasps and moans, then quieted to
panting and small giggles from the four boys, as
Patrick went into a feeding frenzy to clean the twins'
bellies and chests before any cum managed to run down
their sides.


Will and Joe went into shock when George opened the
door to Bucky's study at nine forty-five. Bucky
grinned at them after glancing at his watch. George
shook their hands and welcomed them. "Hi guys. Fancy
meeting you here," he chuckled and motioned them to
sit on a sofa against a wall. They relaxed when he
joined them.

Bucky left his desk and flopped in a chair opposite
them. "I'm glad you decided to keep our little meeting
tonight. If our positions were reversed, I would have
considered running as far and as fast as I could."

Will shrugged, "I guess we thought about it, but that
would only prolong the inevitable if you were unhappy
with us. Of course if you were, you would have laughed
Joe off earlier," he glanced at George, "and we'd
eventually run into George for our, ah, exit interview
unexpectedly wherever we were hiding."

Bucky laughed. "Exit interview," he repeated, "yes, I
like that. George does those for me but only on the
rarest of occasions and only if there's no
alternative. I take those very personally because I
account them as errors in my initial judgment of the
terminated individual."

"Buck spoke of a mega-corporation this afternoon.
There is no such company. There is however a very
select group of business people like me who cooperate
with each other and the group to further our mutual
interests. George provides security to the group
generally and me specifically. He also handles the
very rare exit interview personally, for me personally
and occasionally for others under contract." Bucky
looked at Joe. "George has been after me to allow him
to retire and actually hired you two gentlemen to
groom as his successors and I now endorse his choices,
IF, and it's a big if. If you feel confident that you
Joe, with the most training and experience in the
field, can handle future exit interviews should any
become necessary," Joe opened his mouth to answer,
Bucky waved him to silence and continued, "No matter
the name of the individual. We never know who may
become careless, or as you said, gets excessively
greedy. Can you do that for me?" Bucky asked and
waited.

"Yes Sir, I can. The majority would be done
regretfully, but a few, like last night were almost
enjoyable, like a public service." Joe answered slowly
and looked at Will, who nodded in agreement.

Bucky looked pleased. His attention swung to Will.
"Now you, Will. Your talents have been languishing
here although you've done a superlative job. I'm very
comfortable with my family's security, but it seems a
bit defensive, cameras, sensors, fences, and us on the
inside waiting without knowing. I'd like you to
develop an aggressive offensive system. I'd very much
enjoy knowing in advance what an adversary is
contemplating long before someone climbs a fence or
picks the lock on my office door. I want you to
develop surveillance systems immune from detection,
then," he giggled, "a system capable sensing your
surveillance apparatus. I foresee a need and large
potentially very profitable market for such a service,
even our esteemed government, so sadly restricted by
law, would avail themselves of the service. Crank up
research, development and production and of course
insertion procedures. Can you do that?"

Will shrugged. "I'm not certain, but I can try, what
about resources?"

Buck clapped his hands and giggled. "I was hoping
you'd say that! If you instantly agreed that such
technology was easily possible, I would have known
that you weren't the man to do the job. Yes, just try.
You'll have unlimited funding and hire whatever
personnel are necessary." Buck got serious suddenly.
"One more thing gentlemen never try to stroke me,
don't tell me things you think I want to hear, don't
conceal anything from me. Always be factual, good or
bad and we'll get on as well as George and I have
since he's been with me." His smile returned. "Now
let's discuss compensation while we enjoy a drink
together. If I get you two buzzed, you might be more
affordable."

An hour later, Will and Joe stood in the hall outside
Bucky's study and stared at the checks they each held.
"Wow!" Joe whispered, "These are just bonuses for
services rendered to date." He hugged Will tightly.
"Let's go yacht shopping as soon as we can get away."

Will laughed, "Yeah right, now that we can afford one
we'll never have time to use it."

 

 

 

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