Somerset Farm 

                                                                                        by Jamie Haze

 

Chapter 24



The Trenton Challenger touched down in Los Angeles.
Only Will and Joe were on board. They were a day
early. Officially they were there to pick up Don
Thomas and the twins then fly back to Newark
International, where they would meet the rest of the
Trenton party for the flight to Ft. Lauderdale to
begin an open-ended cruise of the Bahamas. Don Thomas
met them. He was alone. They went directly to Bucky's
suite and spent a quiet afternoon talking about the
boys, their homosexuality, and how it could affect
their futures. They talked around Bucky Trenton, not
his known business interests, just the areas that few
people knew about.

The three avoided any mention of the evening's
business until after dinner, over coffee and hundred
year old brandy Don Thomas provided from his cellar.
He poured from a bottle with no label.

"About payment," Don Thomas began. "I have no idea how
much these things cost. I brought along a half
million, and there can be more, any amount tomorrow.
Each time I've talked to Bucky he puts me off."

Will smiled, "There would have been some sort of cash
payment initially, but since Bucky sampled a few of
the vintages you sent, he's wondering if you'd
consider sending him a case of wine now and then
instead of money. He'd also enjoy having you as a
guest in his home whenever you come east to visit the
twins during the school year. The first time you visit
Trenton Hall, perhaps you'd help him to build a really
great cellar, not the actual cellar, he has that, just
the best wines to stock it."

Joe laughed at Don Thomas' look of amazement. "He
looks forward to some happy wine tastings with you and
wants you to educate him. In short, he'd like you to
be his friend."

"That's all? Well of course I'd be happy to stock his
cellar."

Will shook his head. "Nope. He specifically said he
does not want you to do that. He'll stock it himself.
He just wants you to advise him about the best labels
and years and maybe attend some auctions with him.
Bucky likes collecting things. I think wine is going
to be one of them."

"I'd be happy to, if that's all he wants of me." Don
Thomas agreed. "I certainly look forward to meeting
him face to face. I hope we can become friends," he
added.

Joe turned serious. "He does too. You see friendships
for Bucky are his rarest most valued collection. He
thinks of a friendship as something priceless."

Don Thomas nodded. "About tonight," he began.

Joe stopped him with his hand. "Everything is done I
think. Associates will have him about now. He was
watched after he left in the taxi. He was staying in
some fleabag motel by himself. The women went their
own way. We haven't been watching them, but we can
find them quickly if you want them."

"No I don't think so, unless poor Thelma becomes an
annoyance to my grandsons in some way. But I don't
think she will. The stupid bitch was happily
converting all of her share of what they were able to
plunder from my daughter's estate into unset diamonds
without the slightest regard for quality. Toby and
Terry are having some of the better ones made into
earrings as gifts for all their new friends." Don
Thomas giggled, "Including you gentlemen, so be
prepared to get your ears pierced. Oh, and please act
surprised when they give them to you, I shouldn't have
told you."

Will smiled, "If not surprised, we're certainly
honored to be included."

"If we're finished then Don Thomas?" Joe asked and
stood up.

"Please, just Thomas or Tom, I barely speak Spanish.
Pepe and the others at the ranch insist on using the
honorarium, and I think the boys heard him using the
title when we first met at the airport. It seems to
have stuck." Don Thomas shrugged.

"Still it suits you. You'll never get the boys to
stop. They've kind of adopted you as their communal
grandfather. So Don Thomas, do you need any
instruments?" Will asked in the elevator. "We have a
Doctor there if he's needed. He'll assist you if you
want, or just do it for you."

"Thank you. There may be some hemorrhaging. I'd be
glad to have his assistance. But tell me if you can,
if something unforeseen occurs, how does one dispose
of a body? I wondered about the people who kidnapped
Doug. How was that handled? There's never been a
whisper about it in the press, the kidnapping I mean."

Will shrugged, "A casual associate of Bucky's owns a
chain of cemeteries, some with cremation facilities.
Bucky bought the property the next day and the house
was torn down the day after that. A car and a van went
to a recycling center and came out as pressed blocks
of metal. The maid was reported missing. All of her
things disappeared from the house. The authorities
assume she ran off with some man and aren't really
looking for her. Her brothers were unknown to exist,"
he shrugged again. "Doug had the misfortune to run
bare foot to the lake and ran through some broken beer
bottles thrown away by workmen building Bucky's new
home."

"Poor Doug, he's such a nice young man. My grandsons
idolize him. How's he doing? I meant to ask earlier."

"The orthopedic surgeon that operated says that he'll
be fine after some physical therapy. They used over
eighty stitches and staples. Two of the lacerations
were deep enough to slice tendons, but he'll be fine,"
Will paused to laugh, "IF he can survive all the
nursing he's getting, between Buck and Patrick, and
all the others."


Patrick and David arrived at the apartment door at the
same time. They both wore boxer shorts and nothing
else. Both were sleep tussled. They planned to shower
and dress after they cared for Doug. It was seven
o'clock in the morning, and time to get their patient
up, bathed and dressed for the day. The Challenger was
due to arrive from California around noon. The
passengers were Will and Joe, Don Thomas and his twin
grandsons, Toby and Terry. Everyone was to meet the
plane at the airport and after refueling, fly to Ft.
Lauderdale to begin a cruise.

"Top o' the mornin' to ye!" Patrick hailed David. "And
just how does the mornin' find our Dead Eye David?" He
giggled at David's grimace.

"I'm fine Patrick. Oh, I forgot, `And the rest of the
day to you.'" David recited. "And will you PLEASE drop
the Dead Eye? You started that, now that's what they
all call me."

"Aye, I did and you are. The more you go about
protestin' the harder the title sticks." Patrick
laughed and opened the bedroom door. "These two young
hellions love you an' so do I for the savin' of
Douglas' life. You're their chief bodyguard now
because o' it." Patrick bent his neck to look at the
back of David's waist. "You aren't armed this
mornin'?"

David shrugged and grinned, "I don't think I'll need
it just to help you give Doug a bath." He whispered.

"Aye, true he's out numbered three to one, but he's an
eel in the tub. He's more `an just Buck an' me self
can handle, which is why I took it on me self to be
invitin' you."

They climbed the steps to the boat bed. Doug and Buck
were still sleeping soundly. Doug was lying on his
back. His legs were out straight and slightly spread.
His feet were huge, first bandaged, then wrapped with
soft foam rubber held in place with ace bandaging.
Buck was curled on his side against Doug's leg and
used Doug's relaxed concave belly as a pillow. The tip
of Doug's full-blown morning erection was a fraction
on an inch from Buck's lips. The boat bed was a
shambles of extra pillows, empty Coke cans, and
discarded bedding with half-full bags of corn and
potato chips mixed in.

David was surprised to find that he was excited by the
picture Doug and Buck formed as lovers while they lay
asleep before him. The scene was both innocent and
erotic. He couldn't see Buck's cock, but he was
willing to bet himself it was as hard as Doug's and
probably just as large since they were the same size
when limp. He turned away from Patrick and quickly
smoothed the front of his silk shorts. He needn't have
bothered.

"Aye, they always have the same effect on me self.
Beautiful creatures both, that they are." Patrick
grinned at David's red face. "Ye may as well be given
up hidin' yourself, it's a natural reaction bein'
around these two more than somewhat."

Doug's eyes flew open. "We aren't dead you know." He
ran one hand through Buck's hair, then over his
apparently sleeping face without lifting his head.
Buck snuggled against Doug a bit closer, but remained
asleep. "Well one of us isn't. Top o' the mornin' to
ye Patrick me lad! He sang then grinned, "How was
that? Did I get the accent right?"

"An' the rest o' the day to ye Douglas! Aye ye did
just fine," Patrick grinned back, "but what accent
were ye usin'?" He sniffed the air. "Not too stenchy
this fine mornin' but sufficent. It be bath time if
you'd be so kind as to rouse your nurse up."

"I'm awake. I was just practicing. Pretty good huh?"
Buck sat up and stretched, then twisted his body back
and down to kiss Doug. Doug responded by pulling him
closer.

"Aye Buckminster lad, if they give them Academy Awards
for sleep actin' you've won hands down." Patrick
forced Doug's arms apart. "Best go no further with
sayin' good mornin' until we get our patient bathed. I
brought David to be helpin'."

"Oh no," Doug moaned, "reinforcements. I don't need a
bath. I'm fine. I just got the water out of my lungs
from last night." He looked at David, "Good morning
David. You can go back to bed now I don't need a
bath." Doug struggled to move to the opposite side of
the bed.

Patrick grabbed one of Doug's legs near his knee and
pulled him back. "But you do lad." He looked at David.
"Well?" He asked. "Get a hold on him. We'll carry him
between us. He can bide a bit on the toilet while Buck
runs up the tub."

David hesitated. Buck stood on his knees and pushed
Doug into a sitting position. David saw he was right,
Buck was hard and Doug remained hard even with his
intensified struggles and giggles when Buck tickled
him to move him closer to their side of the bed. David
put his arm around Doug's back then bent down to reach
for Patrick's hand behind Doug's knees. His head was
close, way too close. He couldn't move his eyes from
Doug's waving erection so he closed them and grabbed
Patrick's hand quickly. They straightened up with Doug
between them sitting on their locked arms.

Doug stopped struggling as soon as they lifted him. He
put his arms around their backs to hold on. His hand
on David's shoulder felt more like a caress. "You can
open your eyes now Dave. It's not going away anytime
soon." Doug explained with more giggles. His hand
traveled David's back with impunity since David
couldn't get away and his hands were busy so he
couldn't push Doug's away either. David tripped on
nothing when Doug slipped his fingers between his
waistband and skin then moved it lightly over his
clenched crack.

Buck scampered ahead of them, stepped down on the
bench seat that ran around the spa tub and turned on
the water before he sat down and stretched out with
his hands behind his head. Hot water, preset at one
hundred-four degrees gushed from a fat golden
dolphin's mouth forcefully. He sighed as the water
rose around his body quickly.

Patrick and David placed Doug on the toilet carefully
then closed the door on the alcove. "This is fucking
hard to do with my legs stretched out you know." Doug
complained through the door.

"I'll be fetchin' your bedpan if you'd prefer."
Patrick answered.

"Never mind. I'll be fine." A resigned voice mumbled.

Patrick giggled, "I thought that would be the case."
He pushed off his shorts and joined Buck, then looked
up at David while he pressed a recessed button that
started the jets; the pool became a boiling cauldron
of water and bubbles. "If ye want to be hidin' that,
this be the place," he invited David.

The red in David's face intensified. He nodded and
stripped his boxers off his legs. Buck clapped his wet
hands. "Wow, really nice body for an old guy. Well
hung too," he giggled at the speed and dexterity David
used to step down into the pool without killing
himself just to hide his erection. He prayed he'd be
back to normal before it was time to collect Doug for
his bath.

David's prayers went unanswered. Doug admired him from
eye level then touched him accidentally on purpose
when he stooped to join hands with Patrick again in
the confines of the toilet area. "Very nice." Doug
complimented him.

"Please Doug," David begged in exasperation. "I'm
engaged and this is hard enough to do without being
handled."

Doug grabbed David a second time and held on. "It
wasn't before, but it is now," he giggled. "Relax
Dave, if you really, really weren't considering it you
wouldn't be all hot and bothered like you've been
since you walked in our bedroom. Sex is sex. It has
nothing to do with loving your fiancee. But since you
don't want to now, we'll stop."

Patrick and David stepped down into the pool with Doug
between them. Buck took one ankle in each hand and
placed them gently on his shoulders. He sat down in
the water as the two men lowered Doug. "Hey what's
this WE shit? Are you hiding someone up your ass? I
sure wouldn't be messing around with David if he was
about to hold MY head above water to keep ME from
drowning."

Patrick directed David to sit opposite Buck, then
floated Doug into his lap, so Doug leaned with his
back on David's chest, with the top of his head under
David's chin. David wrapped his arms round Doug to
keep him from drifting away while Buck held his
injured feet on his shoulders to keep them high and
dry.

Doug could feel David's hardness slipping around under
his ass, so he pushed himself higher until he felt it
pop up in his crotch. He grinned, winked at Buck and
closed his legs on Buck's neck, then flexed his
powerful thigh muscles. David moaned and bent his head
to rub his cheek on Doug's. "You want to try it?" Doug
whispered. David nodded with his eyes closed. Doug
reached between them while he arched his body, then
lowered himself again into David's lap. It was Doug's
turn to moan.

Patrick knelt on the bottom of the pool and frowned at
them. "Now David lad, rapin' this poor defenseless
invalid while he's in his bath is just a wee bit
inconvenient. What am I to be doin' while you be
getting' finished? I'll be lookin' like a prune by
that time."

"Rape?" David croaked. "How about seduced?"

Patrick giggled, "Whatever, ye could have done it far
easier to him in the bed."

"No! I mean HE seduced ME!"

Doug interrupted their argument about semantics. "Damn
Patrick, what a cry baby." He lifted his cock then
arched his body so it appeared above the water. "You
could clean the periscope if you want to. Buck didn't
have time to do it yet this morning."

Patrick grinned and nodded eagerly. "Aye that will
pass the time nicely." He lowered his mouth so Doug's
periscope disappeared.

"Hey! What about me?" Buck protested, "All I get is
sore feet."

Doug giggled with Buck, then looked back and up at
David's flushed face, "Hey this is neat, kind of like
a triple safety. There's no way I can drown like
this." He attempted to imitate Patrick, "Bide your
time Buckminster lad. Someone will be getting to ye
shortly."

"Well all righty then! But someone better hurry up."


Will parked their rented Ford in front of a walk-in
clinic flanked by closed and boarded up derelict
buildings. "A medical clinic?" Don Thomas asked from
the rear seat. "Very thoughtful. I pictured an
abandoned warehouse."

Joe shrugged. "This is neater. There's an emergency
entrance in the back and I mentioned the doctor
standing by."

Inside, the same boss suit Don Thomas met at the Fair
house greeted them. He was subdued and subservient at
this second meeting, particularly toward Will and Joe,
whom he recognized as his ultimate employers from the
corporate office in New York.

"He's ready as requested, sitting up so he can watch.
The Doc gave him a local ten minutes ago. He didn't
like where the needle went and maybe has some idea of
what's going to happen to him. He's been crying and
begging us to let him go. He even offered us some
numbers for a couple of off shore accounts before I
had him gagged." The man frowned, "I think he was
holding out on us at the house. Sorry about that, it
kind of reflects badly on my workmanship."

Don Thomas patted his back and smiled. "Your name? We
weren't introduced then."

"Vincent."

"Well Vincent, he only thought he was holding out on
you. There were statements in his luggage. I'm a
banker among other things. Those accounts are now
closed. He has nothing left to barter. Your work is
above reproach. Thank you again for all your help."

Vincent looked relieved. He had his hand on a
doorknob. "Before we go in, I was wondering if I could
ask a favor?"

"Certainly."

"Could I watch? I mean real close like. I never seen a
guy get nutted before." Vincent glanced at Will and
Joe. "If I ever get asked to do it, I want to do it
right, you know."

"Of course, you can even assist. I'm sure there's an
extra pair of surgical gloves around here."

Vincent fished into his coat pocket and produced a
sealed package. "I brought some. I always carry them.
You never know, you got to be prepared."

Kevin's head snapped up when he heard Don Thomas'
voice. He was naked and gagged, strapped to an
examining table in a sitting position. His legs were
spread with his bare feet taped in stirrups normally
used for gynecological examinations. The Doctor had
him prepared for the procedure. He was shaved. His
flaccid penis was taped to his lower belly and he was
liberally painted with brown vile smelling antiseptic.

The glimmer of hope Don Thomas saw in Kevin's eyes
disappeared when Don Thomas greeted him. "Ah Kevin,
how nice to see you again, one last time. You know,
had you been patient, you could have had everything I
possess through your sons, my grandsons, but you
couldn't wait. You remarried after only six months of
my daughter's passing and to a slut at that. You
imprisoned my grandsons in private schools for over
three years and prevented me from seeing them, so you
could plunder their estates, or try to. You fool, you
were stealing from yourself while you defiled my
daughter's memory."

Don Thomas pulled on rubber gloves and casually cupped
and hefted Kevin's vulnerable nut sack. "These seem to
be a large part of your problem, most likely ever
since you became of an age to use them. Initially I
was planning to relieve you of these, grill them while
you watched, then force feed them to you, but I've
changed my mind." Don Thomas saw some hope return to
Kevin's face. "No, I'm still going to take them from
you, but then I'm going to return them to you in
this." He picked up a small wide mouth jar half full
of clear liquid. He sniffed it and made a face.
"Formaldehyde is rather smelly stuff isn't it? You can
keep them and look at them whenever you want to recall
what you could have had. I hope you live a long life
so you have ample time to reflect on your errors in
judgment." Tears streamed down Kevin's terrified face.
He shook his head violently pleading and begging
mutely. The gag turned his words into a constant
humming sound.

Don Thomas picked up a disposable scalpel from a tray.
He smiled as he lowered it. "What is it that Doctors
are fond of telling us? Oh yes. Relax now, this won't
hurt a bit," he recited, "or something like that." He
asked the Doctor to cauterize newly severed arteries
then allowed him the suture the neat incision. The
Doctor also washed the excised testicles before he
placed them in the jar. He frowned at the light pink
color the formaldehyde acquired and offered to rewash
them and replace the preservative, but Don Thomas
shrugged his indifference. Kevin fainted when the
first blood appeared and still hadn't regained
consciousness when he was transferred to a rolling
stretcher and restrapped for the trip, his last, to
the sanitarium where he would be maintained in the
best of health for the remainder of his life. One limp
hand was securely taped around the jar containing his
gonads.


The airside reunion between the younger boys and the
twins was as if they hadn't seen each other for years
instead of days. Bucky walked forward quickly when he
saw Don Thomas appear in the hatch. They shook hands
enthusiastically as Bucky led his new guest and
hopefully, friend, to the other adults and introduced
him.

After he accepted their thanks for his gift of the
wine, Don Thomas excused himself to go and say a
special hello to Doug. The twins hid and the other
boys clustered around Doug's wheelchair. The twins
were in the process of handing out the diamond ear
studs while one explained excitedly where they came
from and where she had them hidden. Toby was
interrupted frequently by words like yuck and no way.
He finally cocked his head and turned his brother's
with his hands so they could all see their earrings
already in place. Terry offered them full assurance
that all the diamonds had been sterilized so no pussy
juice remained in the event the heavy plastic bag the
bitch used to store them in leaked.

"Gramps let us watch the search. These big burly dudes
stripped her so fast! Man, they were pros. Two of them
forced her to the floor and put their knees on her
chest so she couldn't move. Then they each grabbed a
leg and yanked them real wide and back almost over her
head. The boss dude, he was the biggest, he actually
brought rubber gloves along. He felt around deep
inside her big old box. You should have heard her
screaming and calling them names until one of them
slapped her so she shut her big mouth. The boss, he
grinned and added a couple more fingers. Bingo just
like that he pulled out this really wet slimy baggy."
Toby ran out of air and nodded to his brother.

Terry continued, "Next it was Dad's turn. He wasn't
very helpful in taking off his clothes so he lost some
shirt buttons and maybe a chipped tooth. Then since he
didn't have a pussy to search he started his big mouth
running after they got him naked, and said something
smart like, `There, satisfied?'" You should have seen
his face just before it hit the floor. The same two
dudes spread his legs AND his crack so the boss got a
real good view of where his fingers were going next.
Dad screamed worse than the bitch, while she laughed
at him. Anyone would have thought that Will was
fucking him instead of just a couple of big fingers.

Patrick cleared his throat loudly and frowned. Will
turned red and rolled his eyes. "Language gentlemen."
Patrick said softly, then added, "And I misdoubt Will
needs his endowments advertised neither."

"Sorry Will." Toby and Terry both apologized.

Will shrugged, "No problem." He held up his diamond.
"Thanks for this. Now we need to find a place where we
can get our ears pierced on the way to the boat."

Buck agreed, "Yeah, but finish the story. Did they
find any loot?"

"Nope, our father kept all of his in cash, all hundred
dollar bills," Terry continued. We thought Granny
bitch was packing a real treasure the way she fought
the guys off, but it turned out she was just being
modest. Her stash was all in her suitcase, almost two
hundred pounds of Krugerands, that's over seven
hundred thousand dollars worth, plus she had all of
Mother's sterling flatware in there too."

The fuel truck drove away and the pretty cabin
attendant waved to Bucky. "Okay everyone let's get on
board. Doug goes first. He gets a lounge chair so he
can get his feet up." Willing hands lifted him and his
wheelchair and carried him to the steep stairs. First
they tried to get him up the steps feet first and he
nearly did a backward somersault out of the chair.

Bucky frowned. "Excuse me Thomas I need to establish
some order before they kill him." He ran to the group
and gave them a highly arched eyebrow. "Anyone who
hurts Doug from fooling around now or any other time
will discover whether I really do have a meat grinder.
Is that clear to everyone?" Everyone backed away from
the chair. Bucky motioned to Will, Joe and David. Will
scooped Doug up in his arms and carried him up the
stairs and into the cabin.

"Fuck, Bucky was pissed. Even Buck backed way away
from me and he's so much like his father he can scare
me when he gets pissed off."

"He's still on a guilt trip about you getting
kidnapped and almost killed. On the one hand he's glad
they didn't snatch Buck, on the other, he's sorry it
was you instead of Buck. Kind of mixed up thinking,
understand? This whole boat trip is for your benefit
because he knows you like boats."

"Shit! My boat is a sixteen-foot catamaran. I
shouldn't even be going along. What am I supposed to
do, sit in a corner guarding my fucking feet with
Bucky watching for anyone who wants to give me some
shit? I knew they weren't going to drop me. We were
just having some fun. Where's everyone going to sleep?
All jammed in some little boat. Bucky doesn't even
know if it's air-conditioned." Doug complained.

Will laughed at him. "Trust me, it's air-conditioned
and there will be room enough for everyone. You should
know Bucky well enough by now to know he likes to be
comfortable."

They were interrupted when the others boarded, adults
first. They found seats in the forward part of the
cabin near the hatch. They surrounded Doug. The boys
walked past him quietly and made themselves
comfortable further aft. There was no difference in
the seating. The Challenger was an elongated luxurious
flying living room.

After take off Doug kept looking back at his friends
each time someone laughed. Patrick watched him. After
Doug sighed deeply for the third time in resignation,
and politely rebuffed all adult attention, Patrick
left his seat to whisper to Bucky.

Bucky nodded and moved to Doug's side. "I'm sorry Doug
I didn't mean to isolate you. I just didn't want them
to hurt you from all the rough housing. Want to join
them?"

"Yeah!" Doug grinned and nodded enthusiastically. "I
won't break, plus I'll get even with them all as soon
as I can walk and figure out how."

Doug was about to ask that Will move him, when Bucky
picked him up and carried him aft himself. Bucky
surveyed the seating, empty or occupied, and decided
the seat Marc was sprawled in was ideal for Doug's
use. Marc was busy taking pictures of the guys. Bucky
was blocking his view of Dylan. He lifted the lens and
focused until Bucky's frown was crystal clear. Marc
quickly relocated to the sofa on the opposite side of
the plane. After Bucky placed Doug in the seat he
shocked Marc by sitting down beside him and asked if
he had any recent prints with him that Bucky hadn't
seen. Don Thomas moved so he could also see the
photos, and by the time they landed at the Executive
Airport in Ft. Lauderdale, the adults and teenagers
were evenly spread out through the length of the
plane. The pleasant afternoon surprised everyone

Two limos rolled to a stop and parked near the big
jet. Paul carried Doug to the closest. "Okay." Bucky
announced, "You guys can have that car. The driver is
experienced, and works out of the Miami area, so he
knows his way around. David will go with you." He
looked at Will and Joe, "You guys can go with them or
with us." He saw Patrick was already sorting luggage
and directing the Wilcott brothers, the twins and
Peter in transferring it from the jet to the cars.

"We'll tag along with them. We need to get our ears
pierced, and this trip will be one of the last we make
with them officially." Everyone knew Joe meant as
bodyguards, and that they'd be going into the city to
work after they returned but would continue to live at
Trenton Hall.

"Good," Bucky nodded. "The boat leaves Port Everglades
at eight tomorrow morning. You can do your thing this
afternoon. I'll make reservations for dinner tonight
at Shula's on the Beach if you like steaks and want to
join us."

Buck surveyed the guys with his eyes. "Are you
buying?" He asked with his eyes twinkling. "We like
steak you know, can you afford us?"

Bucky laughed and refused to take the bait. "Okay,
seven o'clock tonight. See you then. Have fun and stay
safe."

Buck patted the back of David's shirt. "Don't worry,
Dead Eye will take care of us." David rolled his eyes,
picked Buck up and tossed him in the back of the car.
Buck landed on the back seat half on Doug's lap.

Doug pulled him the rest of the way and tickled him.
"You are one bad ass fucking troublemaker," he told
Buck between giggles as Buck first tickled him back
before one hand found it's way into the front of his
shorts and Doug got busy protecting himself.

Their first stop was a tattoo parlor to get their ears
pierced. They refused the small gold studs the
shopkeeper recommended to start with while the wound
healed, and each handed over their diamond when it was
their turn. When they left the shop each had a small
bandage that covered their earlobes and the stones, so
the first thing they did after returning to the car
was to carefully remove the Band-Aids. Then Doug
produced a bottle of peroxide from his bag that he
would begin using to dissolve the scabs from his
wounds. The peroxide removed the dried blood from the
small entry and exit wounds and cleaned the diamonds.

David sat in the front seat with the driver and
continued to admire his stone in the visor mirror. He
was surprised when the twins introduced themselves to
him, then Terry handed him one of the small black
jeweler's boxes, after a brief whispered conversation
with Doug and Buck. He turned beet red and shook his
fist at Buck and Doug for squealing on him after the
twins eyed his shorts openly then winked at him
together.

"That was a one time thing," he stammered. "I just got
carried away. It won't happen again," he promised the
twins and himself before he thanked them and got very
busy stowing luggage to hide the bulge in his shorts
and force his mind away from the twins' matching
bodies and the possibilities contained under their
clothes.

The twins giggled in harmony, "Wanna bet?" They asked
him in unison.

Buck suggested that they visit a couple of marinas
since he overheard Will and Joe discussing the
purchase of a boat and the possibility of looking at
some since they were so close. Their first stop was at
Pier 66. They thought they could just walk up and down
the docks but quickly discovered that marinas were as
security conscious as Bucky. All the docks were
protected of self-locking gates.

Will and Joe were content to just look from a
distance, but Buck wasn't. He spied a yacht broker's
office in the marina. He was Doug's official
wheelchair pusher but all the other guys wanted to
help, and Buck refused to relinquish his position so
he wheeled Doug to the office door, then backed him
inside to find someone who would show them available
boats.

While they waited, they studied pictures and thumbnail
descriptions on a display wall. Of course they looked
at the biggest first. A broker joined them. They were
treated with condescension. Slight furrows appeared in
Buck's brow. Doug grinned. "First warning," he
mumbled. Then Buck mentioned that his father had
chartered a boat named Sea Song. The broker laughed at
them. He knew of the Sea Song, everyone knew the Sea
Song, it was currently docked at Port Everglades, and
it was never available for charter.

"Nice try kids, now beat it." The broker laughed.

"OOPS!" Doug managed to get out before he started
laughing.

Buck's frown went to ridges and valleys before he
grinned. "Okay asshole, you just be out on the jetty a
little after eight tomorrow morning, we'll wave to
you."

Buck started backing Doug out the door. Doug stopped
him with both hands on his wheels. He grinned at the
broker; he hoped maliciously, "Just for future
reference, you should find out the names of people
before you offend them. My buddy here for instance is
Buckminster Trenton the Fourth." Doug looked up at
Buck standing behind his chair. "I guess we can just
look through the fence, there's some nice ones in
close."

The broker suddenly looked ill when the driver of a
stretched Lincoln who had been watching them through
the window from his leaning post on the front fender,
rushed toward them to hold the office door open. "All
right I'll show you around. You won't know which ones
are for sale," he added desperately.

Buck giggled, "Are you for real? Everything in this
world is for sale if the offer is high enough. See
ya!"

When they returned to the dock gate, they found Will
and Joe deep in conversation with a guy who looked to
be near their age, old, in his mid-twenties. He was
dressed like he'd been born on the water, old cargo
shorts, a paint stained pullover, a cap with an extra
long bill to keep the sun from his gray eyes and well
worn boat shoes.

"The asshole in there laughed at us." Buck announced,
still frowning.

"No problem." Will smiled, "This guy is a naval
architect. He designed and built that fast looking
bitch over there," he pointed to the flared bow of a
sleek sixty to seventy footer. "Josh, this is Buck and
Doug."

Josh shook hands like he meant it. "Hey guys, wanna
see it? I built it on spec, ah speculation, hoping
that I could sell it before I'm totally bankrupt. We
were just waiting for you, come on." He led the way to
the next dock gate. "It doesn't matter if you can't
afford it, just showing it to someone who likes boats
is fun and I get to practice my sales pitch," he
laughed.

Three hours later, they were still on board. Will and
Joe were sweating in the air-conditioned unfurnished
salon and Josh looked like his dog just died. They'd
just docked after a test run, a fast test run at a
cruising speed of nearly forty knots, out into the
ocean. "You mean it? Really, you really want to buy my
boat?"

Will looked hopefully at Joe. "If you want to, I guess
we can afford it. Should we ask Bucky to look at it to
see what he thinks?"

Buck giggled, "Shit, Doug knows more about boats than
Dad, and I know you can afford it."

"How do you know that?" Will asked.

Buck rolled his eyes and tapped his head. "DAH! We're
a family business, remember?"

"Oh yeah." Will offered his hand to Josh. "Looking at
any others wouldn't be helpful, too much choice would
only confuse things."

"Holy SHIT!" Josh shouted. "Now I can afford to build
my cat."

Doug perked up. He was sitting in a high fixed leather
padded chair at the salon control station so his feet
dangled. "Cat, as in catamaran?"

"Yup." Josh nodded happily. "My first love, but stink
pots sell faster, so I mortgaged my soul to build this
baby first. I've got an eighty footer designed, now I
can start the molds."

"I'll look you up some year after college. I'm getting
a hardon just thinking about conning a cat that big."
Doug looked down at his shorts, grinned and turned the
chair forward.

"Horny young bugger." Patrick whispered to Buck.

"Yeah always." Buck laughed then blinked, mentally
adding an asterisk to Josh's phone number. "YOU WILL
ACCEPT THIS GIFT!" He shouted to himself.


It was ten o'clock when they walked out of Shula's.
The guys all ordered the restaurant's famous forty-
eight ounce steak, but only Will and Paul were able to
finish theirs. They all carried commemorative
footballs that bore their individual pictures and
allegedly, Don Shula's autograph.

"I wonder if the footballs are more profitable than
the big steak?" Doug asked Buck while they waited for
their car. "Hey, can we take a little walk on the
other side of the street? I'm stuffed."

"You're on wheels fool, walking won't help you, but it
will me." Buck announced his intention to walk for a
while and crossed Atlantic Avenue without looking back
to see if anyone followed them until they reached the
ocean side sidewalk. He turned to see everyone
followed. David and Patrick were closest. David was
working, he looked everywhere. Patrick studied the
sidewalk in front of his feet since he enjoyed an
Irish whiskey or three before dinner and wine with
dinner. The rest of the guys were strung out behind
them. Joe and Will acted as rearguard. The limo driver
cursed them all as he attempted to pace them on the
opposite side of the street.

A young boy sitting on the sea wall watched them
approach him. When they were close he jumped down and
walked beside Buck. He smiled. He was shorter than
Buck and looked up at him speculatively. "Nice night."

Buck enjoyed looking down on another guy. "Yeah it
is."

The kid eyed the two footballs Doug held on his lap.
"You just eat in there? Was it good? I heard it was,
but too rich for me." He talked fast without waiting
for answers. "Say, would you guys be interested in a
little companionship tonight? I'll give you a group
rate, twenty bucks, but only fifteen if the crip just
watches."

Doug twisted his head to look back. The kid was
talking to Buck. He realized suddenly that he was the
crip or cripple the kid was referring to. He reached
out to grab the kid but wasn't fast enough. "Come a
little closer kid, I'll show you crip," he challenged.
"Can you believe this punk? Where's your sister
stashed?" He giggled.

Buck laughed, "Yeah, she's probably forty, with every
disease known to mankind for twenty bucks, or fifteen
if you just watch." Buck thumped Doug on the top of
his head. "How about if you fuck her and I'll watch,
and Marc can take pictures for your next article."

"Fuck you!" Doug laughed.

"NO! Not me, the kid's sister!" Buck stopped pushing
Doug so he could bend over and hold his stomach.

The kid pushed Buck and kicked Doug's wheel in
frustration. "I don't have a fucking sister, I meant
me." He said softly. Tears started to form in his eyes
and he turned away to bump into David standing behind
him.
Doug and Buck stopped laughing and looked at each
other. The kid turned away from David into Patrick.
Suddenly the streetlights disappeared. He was
surrounded by shadows cast by the other guys. He
attempted to squeeze between Paul and Morgan and
escape. They grabbed him.

"Let me go you mother fuckers! I'll let you be, just
let me go! PLEASE!" He begged and started to sob.

"What'd he do?" David asked, puzzled.

Buck shrugged, "I think he propositioned us." He
giggled, "Ten bucks to do me, and five for the crip
here to watch. Is that too much?" He asked and ran his
fingers through Doug, the crip's hair.

"Please let me go," the kid begged, then without
waiting to see if they would, he pulled his leg back
and kicked David in the shin. He got free of Morgan's
hand and followed the kick with a fist in David's
balls.

"OUCH!" David managed, and grabbed the kid with both
hands on his upper arms, then lifted him off the
sidewalk so they looked each other in the eyes.
"What'd you do that for? Pick on someone your own
size." The kid, by then crying and desperate, pulled
back one dangling leg and sent his knee crashing into
David's crotch a second time. David dropped him as he
bent over. "Now that one hurt," he managed through
clenched teeth.

Morgan grabbed him in a bear hug as the kid started to
run and Paul grabbed his legs. "You may as well stop
struggling," Doug advised "No one's going to hurt you,
except the guy you kicked in the nuts, but only after
he starts breathing again. Are you a baby hustler, or
what's the story? I'll give you twenty bucks just to
talk to us.

The kid stopped fighting and held out his hand. "In
advance," he demanded.

Doug reached into his shorts pocket and brought his
hand out empty. "I don't suppose you take credit
cards?" Even the kid had to smile at the question
while the guys laughed their asses off. Doug tilted
his head back until he looked at Buck up side down.
"Can I borrow a twenty?"

Buck shook his head in disgust. "I guess so since you
aren't going anywhere anytime soon, but the interest
is fifty percent." He warned with a laugh. He pulled
out his wad of money and looked through the pile.
"Will a hundred do?"

"Sure." Doug looked at the kid with a grin. "You got
change?"

The boy grabbed the bill. "I don't suppose you'd
consider eighty as a tip?" He asked playfully, then
offered the bill back, while his eyes remained glued
to Buck's wad of money. "This is no good to me."

"Why not?" Doug refused the bill.

The boy shrugged. "I'm a street kid, if I went to buy
something with it, I'd get change for a ten. Why
bother?"

"What's your name?" Buck asked.

"None of your fucking business."

"Hmm, long name. Do you mind if we just call you
little asshole? Just your first name."

"Evan." The boy mumbled. "It's Evan." He managed
louder.

"You said you were a street kid. What exactly is a
street kid." Doug asked.

"I just live on the streets, that's all."

"And you hustle to eat, to support yourself?" Marc
asked as he raised his camera.

Evan quickly turned his back. "I know what I look
like. I don't need any pictures."

"Shit," Marc let his camera fall. "That was a good one
too. You're kind of scruffy but you'd clean up well."
Marc studied Evan's face then looked at Buck, then
back at Evan. He grinned. "Where you from Evan?"

"Around. Just around."

Marc started laughing. The others waited for him to
explain. "I was just thinking that Bucky must have
spent some time in the great city of around because
you sure do look alike. Not twins but brothers,
definitely.

Buck and Evan studied each other. The guys studied
them both. The twins yawned. "So they're half brothers
maybe. We're still on California time." Toby
complained and offered Evan five twenty-dollar bills.
"Here you can get a room and something to eat. Keep
the hundred. You can break it at a bank. Can we please
get to the boat now?"

"Boat?" Evan looked animated for the first time. "You
live on a boat, really? That would be so cool. Anytime
you get bored, you just up anchor and go someplace
else."

Buck grinned. "Want to see it? You can stay over if
you want and save your money. Someone can fix you
something to eat too."

Evan was about to accept Buck's invitation when he
hesitated and looked around suspiciously. "This isn't
going to be a gang bang or nothing is it? Then you
take your money back. There's too many of you and I
only got one condom."

Patrick bristled with indignation. "No one o' us will
take advantage o' you laddie, I promise personal.
You'll be safe with us. All you'll get is a hot meal
an' a clean bed, oh, an' a bath, provdin' this Sea
Song boat has facilities for such.

Evan blinked, "Sea Song? The Sea Song? Is that your
boat? Fuck me!"

Buck explained that his father chartered it and they
hadn't been aboard yet. Then looked back across the
street at the car. David whistled shrilly and the
driver made a U-turn to stop at the curb in front of
them. Evan looked around frantically after he stared
at the limo for a few seconds and realized that Buck
was probably legitimate. He pushed his way through the
guys grouped around him, ran the low wall that
separated the beach from the sidewalk and disappeared.

"There goes two hundred bucks worth of blow jobs."
Marc shrugged.

Buck looked hurt. "Too bad, I was beginning to like
him, and the idea of having a little brother, maybe."

Doug agreed, "Me too. I hope he makes it around here,
of course taking him home is not quite like finding an
abandoned puppy."

They had some fun manhandling Doug into the car since
Bucky wasn't around, loaded his wheel chair and
climbed in them selves. Dylan was about to pull the
door closed.

"WAIT!" Evan screamed from the dark beach. A medium
size backpack thunked on the sidewalk from the wall,
and Evan followed it. He lugged it by the straps to
the open car door. He grinned at them. "I keep my
stuff buried in the sand. Here catch!" He tossed the
pack at Dylan. Sand rained on the back seat. Evan dove
in the opening to land on his belly across Doug and
Buck's laps.

 

 

 

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