Somerset Farm 

                                                                                        by Jamie Haze

 

 Chapter 34


The gang from the dive boat and the men from the sport fisherman greeted
the Doog excitedly when they docked. They wanted to compare catches. Buck
and Evan lugged Doug to the deck. Buck had his arms under Doug's armpits
with his hands locked on his chest. Evan had his legs spread with an arm
surrounding each leg. "I hope you aren't offended, but I sure am getting
tired of carrying your sorry ass around." Buck puffed. "When do the
stitches come out again?"

"As soon as we get home, and that's the only reason I want to get home. I
could spend the rest of my life right here on the island if there was a
pool big enough for practice. Right now with these fucking staples, I can't
even turn. I wonder how the new pool is coming. Dad said they're working on
it twenty-four, seven. They're pouring concrete to form the pool while the
building is going up around it."

Marc jumped on board before the ramp was extended. "Hey dudes! Where's your
catch?" He asked and removed the lens cover from his camera.

Evan looked at him blankly. "Catch?"

"Yeah asshole, as in lobster and conch, that's what you went for. Dinner
remember?"

The Doog's crew laughed and nodded together. Billy fastidiously lifted
Doug's cock off his stomach with two fingers then patted his gut
affectionately. "There's still some in here, and the rest is rather evenly
distributed among us."

Curt appeared carrying four videocassettes, "They caught them on tape, four
dolphins, catch and release, you know."

"You mean you spent the whole day fucking around with dolphin and playing
with the sub? Okay, well, line up for a picture anyway." Marc grinned down
at Doug, "I know, the four of you hold up the gimp, like you caught
him. That will have to do."

"Hey wait a minute." Doug protested, "Don't I get to say anything about
this?" The guys lined up behind Doug, then picked him up and held him lying
in their arms and aped for the camera.

"Of course you do, as soon as you can get away from us." Marc fired three
quick frames. "That's enough, no point in wasting film. You can throw the
shit overboard now."

Doug eyed Marc critically. "Just a fucking minute. What exactly did you
catch?"

Marc giggled, "We caught enough to feed everyone, including you lame
asses."

Doug shook his head, "Not your whole boat, you personally."

"Oh, a few," Marc said evasively and started backing away.

"How few?" Doug persisted. He knew Marc better than the others.

"Actually I was kind of busy with my cameras, but I got some great shots."

"Meaning you didn't catch any yourself, except on tape asshole, and you
give us grief."

Marc giggled from the dock, turned and crashed into Anton standing behind
him. "Hi Anton, sorry."

Anton grinned, "Not to be sorry, I was blocking escape young marksman. Back
and forth on boats I see many dead targets on bottom and on beach and rocks
all around lagoon. You are big shot Captain of clean up before dinner
please." He patted Marc on his back. "All classmates are crew," he added
when Buck and Evan started laughing at him. That effectively ended their
laughter.

Curt handed the videotapes to Billy as Anton wagged a finger at him. "Yes
Sir? I'll help out if you'd like."

Anton shook his head then looked at the cassettes, "More underwater fun?"

"Actually these are perhaps the first documented cases of man having fun
with dolphin."

"Who has managed this?"

Billy blushed furiously, "All four of us. Curt stayed on board the Doog to
run the cameras."

"We will watch tonight, after you return. I would ask favor." Billy blinked
and nodded. "Meesha accompanies me tomorrow on business. He has only one
old suit in style of proletariat. Take him with Dieter please to Nassau
for getting clothing of personal assistant." Anton pointed to the
helicopter on Sea Song. "It leaves when you are ready. Dieter waits on you
at cottage I think. Perhaps time is correct while there to reconcile
differences with father, making suggestions as discussed? You have flopping
disc of financials?" He asked, then stared hard at Billy.

"Is there something wrong Sir? I, I'm not wearing makeup today," Billy said
defensively. He was aware that his eyelashes were too thick and long to be
a permanent part of his male features. He'd been told too many times that
he was too pretty to be a boy, then as he matured, too beautiful to be a
man.

Anton did a double take. "Makeup? For what purpose? Flawless cannot be
enhanced. I was thinking that you also should accompany me. You have
passport?" Billy's mouth fell open he nodded silently. "I have borrowed
Will from Buckminster Trenton for assistance on trip. Good time for picking
knowledge from his brain. In return you will give him knowledge of inner
workings and access to our, what you call snoopy yes?"

"Yes Sir, I would love to be of any help to you I can."

"Excellent. You are promoted." Anton looked up at the sky before he
shrugged, "You pick good title."

"But Sir, I can't be promoted, I'm not officially an employee here now."

Anton laughed as he pushed Billy into the driver's seat of a golf
cart. "Incorrect. I kick Dieter's ass for oversight and make salary
retroactive. Formerly flat bank account grows fat overnight. You also buy
business clothings of big shot executive and insist on instant tailoring
for everything." He snapped his fingers. "Buy first then visit father
dressing for success. Use my name after landing unannounced in garden." He
again tossed his thumb in the direction of the Sea Song and the
helicopter."

"Yes Sir!" Billy giggled, "Although if he doesn't recognize the dagger
crest on the chopper, I'd be very surprised."

Anton held out his hand. "I will keep safe these tapes, perhaps review
while you are gone."

Evan sat in the middle of Anton's bed with his legs folded in front,
picking at his toes. His face alternated between a little boy pout and an
adult frown. "But Grandfather, why can't I go with you? I'll behave, I
could even be helpful somehow," he looked hopeful suddenly, "I know, I
could help Meesha and stuff."

Anton sighed and paused the videotape he was staring at when he felt small
hands messaging his back through the thin silk robe he wore. He was sitting
on the side of the bed with his back to Evan, half because he didn't want
to look at his grandson's pleading eyes. Half because he didn't want the
boy to see how excited he was by watching Doug and the beautiful male
aquatic mammal climax together. "We fly into large airports, a passport is
required, a legal passport. When you enter Europe, you enter as legal
grandson. There is no time now. You may accompany me next trip. Then you
will be coming home from school on holiday. Now you would be illegal
alien."

Evan's hands weren't helpful in maintaining Anton's train of thought. One
dropped to his waist and tugged at the loosely tied belt. When it parted
the hand moved around Anton's side. He looked down to see the robe part in
slow motion then attach itself to his manhood. "Grandfather! Wow!" Evan
whispered, "This is kinda the stuff I could help Meesha with." Anton felt
the bed move. Then Evan hugged him from behind, pressing his erection into
his spine with his head on his shoulder. "Start the tape again Grandfather,
the next part is me and my dolphin."

"I know this, that is why it is stopped here. Please take busy hand away,
Grandsons do not seduce grandfathers to win trips to Europe." Anton managed
through clenched teeth.

Evan snatched the remote from Anton's paralyzed hand. They watched Doug's
supple back curl until his spurting cock pumped milky streamers into the
water an inch from his snorkel filled mouth. "This grandson isn't either,"
Evan whispered, "but it's time I gave you something back in return for all
you've given me. We're alone, no one will know, and I really, really want
to." He released his hold long enough to pull the robe off Anton's
shoulders. He grinned at Anton's back when Anton moved so the sleeves would
slip down his arms.

Anton twisted his body at the waist, pushed Evan willingly to his back,
then rolled himself completely on the bed and half on Evan's much smaller
body. He smiled down on Evan until Evan pulled his head down and attempted
a kiss. He had to work his tongue until Anton opened his mouth, then had to
twist his head to fight for air. He tried to roll to his side with his back
to Anton, but Anton held him down. "Where do you go little one?" Anton
asked anxiously misinterpreting the movement.

"I was just getting on my side so you can get behind me, like you do with
Meesha."

"Meesha convinces me through demonstration that this way is better for
doing stuff. Yes?"

"Oh yeah, much better, I just didn't know you could."

Anton chuckled as he slowly got between Evan's legs moving one of his at a
time. "It is pleasant to discover new ways to do stuff, then practice to
improve." Anton's bulk loomed over Evan until only his spread lifted legs
were visible. Anton liked the word, stuff, it encompassed a great deal and
wasn't offensive. He and Evan moaned together at the same time when the
weight on his knees lessened. He looked over his shoulder at the screen in
time to see the beginning of a slow graceful water ballet staring Evan,
Buck and Billy each riding a dolphin. They emulated Doug and his dolphin
circling just under the surface. The dolphins broaching frequently to
breathe then obligingly rolling over so their human lovers could take
air. He moaned again at the lack of editing because the camera had
difficulty tracking the three couples, and lost Doug and his dolphin, the
biggest and perhaps the pod leader entirely. He shivered in Evan like the
dolphin then gulped air when he realized he needed more desperately
himself.

Gregor met the chopper much later in the evening when it landed then
accompanied the guys to Anton's suite only after Meesha insisted that their
Master would welcome him. Meesha tiptoed into Anton's bedroom, pulling
Billy by the arm. Dieter and Gregor stopped at the door and peeked
in. Anton was in bed lying on his side facing away from them. He was
sleeping soundly. The sheet that covered him rose and fell slowly. Meesha
pantomimed undressing and patted the bed.

"NO!" Billy whispered emphatically. "He's asleep and I, we," he corrected
looking back at Dieter and Gregor, "weren't invited." He worked at prying
Meesha's fingers from his upper arm after he saw that Meesha didn't
understand what he said.

The sheet moved in front of Anton. Evan's head appeared. He grinned at the
argument. "Yes you are," he said in a normal tone. "Grandfather's not
sleeping, he just resting his eyes," his own twinkled as he started to
tickle Anton. "You're awake aren't you Grandfather?" He asked using a
louder voice and sitting up to jiggle the bed.

Anton's body jumped. He rolled to his back, sat up and rubbed his eyes,
then focused on the two well-dressed boys smiling hopefully at him. He
cleared his throat noisily, "Ah, you have returned. I was resting eyes
while waiting. Evan was here watching tape and stuff, then falls
asleep. The very young have no stamina." He and Evan giggled at the obvious
lies as Evan worked his head under Anton's arm then hugged him.

"They just stopped in to see why you ordered the engines started and Sea
Song was vibrating so badly. Then they discovered it was you snoring." Evan
explained, batting his eyes innocently.

Anton squeezed Evan tightly to his side. "I do not snore. It was you who
rumble like engines."

Dieter whispered a translation in Meesha's ear. Meesha started laughing and
pointing at Anton. He was about to agree with Evan until Anton hoisted an
eyebrow in his direction then shrugged with a grin. "It would seem I am out
numbered." He looked Meesha up and down, then had him turn around
slowly. "Now you look like executive assistant, not like unemployed
commissar of your country." He eyed Billy equally critically. "Very
excellent also. And your father, was he impressed?"

Billy nodded and giggled. "I should say so! First there was the shock of
the invading helicopter in the garden suddenly. He thought the whites were
in revolt until he saw the dagger, then me, dressed to kill as a man of
importance. The shock returned when I scrolled his accounts up the
screen. He turned a rather nasty shade of green but recovered more or less
when I offered him the suggestions you provided.

Doug sat up in the bed suddenly bumping Buck's sleeping head to his
thigh. He looked around the dark room frantically. "Christ," he mumbled. "I
was dreaming. It was so real. Rocket came into the lagoon and was calling
me, not talking, but thinking at me, like vague words and images. He calls
me Swimmer. He was like repeating, 'SWIMMER COME BREED!' over and over in
my head. Man, that was unreal."

Their door was locked. They were alone. Buck hugged Doug's waist and
stroked his very hard cock. He laughed softly half-awake; "You don't need
to start making excuses if you want to fuck. Just do what you always do,
move me around the way you want me and go for the gold. I can't help it if
I'm a sound sleeper. I really like waking up when I feel you slipping in."

"Sorry I woke you this way, but since we are, how about if we try
sixty-nining? If we practice enough we're bound to come at the same time
sooner or later."

Buck didn't answer. He allowed his body to go limp and relaxed knowing and
enjoying the feel of Doug's hands as he arranged his position for their
love making, he just moved his head and lowered his mouth, since his head
would remain where it was.

"SWIMMER COME BREED!"

Doug flinched. "There goddamn it, I heard it again, and I'm awake."

Buck sat up excitedly. He believed when Doug wilted in his mouth. "It's too
bad it's so late and dark, we'd never find the place in a small boat and
taking the sub out would be too much trouble, plus the guys would laugh us
to death tomorrow. Otherwise." Buck didn't need to say that he was excited
by the thought of a rematch. This phone chimed, Buck scrambled to answer
it.

"SWIMMER COME BREED!"

Doug shifted his butt from the bed to his wheelchair while he listened to
Buck talking to Curt. Buck turned on the lights as he hung up. "Holy
shit. Curt was bunking on the sub. Something started knocking on the
window. He turned on the underwater lights, and there was Rocket looking in
at him. He must have followed us, or maybe you. Wow! This is unreal, I
wonder if the others came with him?" He asked, unlocking the door while
Doug crowded him, impatient to get to the elevator and the boat deck.

"SWIMMER COME BREED!" Battered Doug's brain again.

Doug put two fingers in his mouth and whistled before he leaned forward and
dropped into the water. His body was instantly surrounded by tropical
phosphorescence, which brightened whenever he moved his arms or legs just
enough to hold his position facing the shore, the dimly outlined dock and
the glow from the submarine's intense ribbon of underwater lights. "Jump in
Bucky, make a big splash, they'll hear that, or feel it. I think the whole
pod is in here somewhere."

Everyone in Anton's bedroom stopped what he was doing when they heard the
distant yet shrilly penetrating whistle. Moans and groans were saved for
later. They separated and/or untangled themselves and ran for the
computer. Billy took Anton's chair. A click of the mouse sent the tropical
fish screen saver into temporary oblivion. He brought up snoopy's infrared
with Sea Song centered on the screen.

Billy giggled after a moment. "I believe we have unannounced visitors. The
dolphin pod has come to call. Look," he pointed, "the bulk of them are
patrolling outside the pinchers. The two females with young are just
inside. Three seem to be circling us and one is near the sub. There are two
swimmers just at the stern; they would account for the whistle. Doug and
Buck calling them in perhaps?"

They watched the digital imaging system recycling frantically to track the
one move from the Doog toward the Sea Song's stern and join the humans. The
three around them broke off their slow parade and set a straight course
including under the yacht to join the group at the stern. Billy looked up
at Evan. He was already looking hopefully at Anton; "May Billy and I be
excused Grandfather? We have friends waiting."

Anton waved at the door, "It is rude to allow friends to wait longer, go
now, run. We will follow." He laughed when Evan turned for the door,
holding his fully-grown erection. Billy hesitated, then shrugged and stood
up to follow, holding his erection to his lower ribcage. Anton's laughter
filled the room. "Hold on tight young Billy, not to break valuable
furniture or passing crew in hallways!"

"I'll assume that was intended as a compliment!" Billy called back from the
stairwell between giggles.

Rocket came at Doug like a torpedo, his wake marked by green-gold
contrails. "I'm ready Rocket! Let's breed!" He shouted. Rocket disappeared
suddenly, sounded, pounding his tail flukes on the bottom before he zoomed
toward the surface under Doug. He nosed Doug's crotch hard and kept on
going until his tail flukes swatted air. Doug screamed in delight, arched
his supple body backward and entered the water cleanly. He checked his
descent, rose to just under the surface and spread his arms and legs
looking up. Rocket glided over him and stopped, then sank until the
dolphin's underside touched the length of the boy's torso.

Doug reached up and hugged Rocket tightly, rubbing his cheek on the cool
slippery skin. Rocket surfaced, worked his blowhole then turned so Doug
could gulp air far less efficiently. Doug heard Buck scream "YAHOO!" when
he was nosed by the other three males simultaneously. The dolphin that
chose Buck earlier wasn't interested in sharing, and pushed him closer to
Doug and Rocket before he ducked Buck by swimming over him, then waited
until Buck wrapped his arms around his body first, then his legs.

The water vibrated with two splashes interrupting the foreplay. Doug
flinched and thought of sharks until the images of Billy and Evan entered
his mind. "SWIMMERS BREED!" Rocket calmed him and arched his tail down
between Doug's legs until he lifted and locked them around Rocket's body to
make their contact more intimate.

"All humans must be swimmers to them," Doug thought and relaxed.

"SWIMMERS!" Rocket agreed by sending Doug images of everyone that had
contact with the dolphin pod, all swimming around dolphins.

Anton was about to push the boat deck button in the elevator. "May I make a
suggestion Sir?" Dieter asked, then didn't wait. "We'd have a better view
from the main deck, looking down on them, especially with the lights off."
Anton's finger moved to the main deck button. The door rolled closed.

Anton leaned on Meesha and Gregor's shoulders more for pleasure than
support. Meesha looked up at him impishly. "Would you like me to get your
robe Master?"

Anton remembered he was as naked as the rest of them. His hand moved to the
back of Meesha's neck. He squeezed like he'd seen Gregor do. "Meesha now
feels free to make jokes at my expense regularly." He eased his hold when
Meesha flinched. "He tests me to discover the limits of my temper. This is
a good thing I think, and for me a new experience. I think it is an offer
of friendship." The elevator door opened. He pushed Meesha and Gregor out
before him. "I accept. Henceforth there is no more Master or Sir. You will
all call me by my given name." He started laughing at some thought as they
neared the aft railing. "Tomorrow morning we will have breakfast in the
dinning room and you will call me Anton. I think we will hear the steward's
sphincters clenching as they wait for me to draw blood where you sit. It
will be a good joke at first, and in the future the entire crew will treat
you with respect. The title, toilet licker will be forgotten."

Silence descended as they looked down on the scene in the water below
them. The boy and dolphin couples circled slowly forming a thirty-foot ring
close to the aft platform. Each was clearly outlined in the darkness by the
green gold firefly-like glow emanating from endless numbers of tiny
jellyfish.

Gregor and Dieter leaned on the rail touching their shoulders. They looked
at each other, then the scene below them. Gregor nodded, and braced the
rail with his hands then leaned forward after spreading his legs. Dieter
moved behind him and hugged his chest, resting his chin on Gregor's
shoulder. He guided himself as Gregor pushed back.

Their movements, subtle at first caught Meesha's attention. He nudged
Anton, who was enthralled with the inter-species couplings below
them. Anton glanced to the side, as Meesha ducked under Anton's arm, then
stood up in front of him, blocking his view, before he leaned down to the
rail then pressed his back to Anton in invitation. "A good exercise for
your legs Master." Meesha suggested wiggling his butt.

Anton surrounded him with his arms around his chest, lifted him from the
deck and squeezed. "Use my given name," he whispered in Meesha's ear. He
side stepped until his flank pressed Dieter's moving thigh. He lowered
Meesha and bent him forward again so his shoulder touched Gregor's when he
grabbed the rail to keep himself from being pushed over the side to the
platform below them when Anton entered him.

"Anton!" Meesha began repeating each time that Anton pulled him back, using
his hipbones as control handles.

While no one could know Dolphin thoughts, they seemed to be delighted with
their human lover's ability to use their limbs to hold on, before, during
and especially after mating while they were still erect and connected. One
by one with Rocket in the lead, they broke the circle and began to play
follow the leader. They always stayed close to the surface and broached
frequently, then rolled and paused so their human lovers could fill their
lungs. They played tag, then raced each other, and always moved the boys
out toward the pinchers, the lagoon entrance. Normalcy returned along the
way and the four boys had to be content to be towed using their dolphin's
stiff dorsal fin as a handhold.

Doug's hand slipped once and he was left behind. Rocket circled him, then
glided in under him and nosed his crotch. Doug thought Rocket would leap
and stretched out his body so he could reenter the water in a shallow
dive. Rocket seemed to have other ideas. He started to plane on the surface
pushing Doug with his head in Doug's crotch and his nose squashing his cock
and balls. Doug closed his legs along Rocket's sides until he felt Rocket's
pectoral fins on the backs of his legs. Rocket pushed down on Doug's legs
and Doug pushed back. Rocket rolled and Doug twisted with him remaining
secure in his saddle. Doug realized suddenly that Rocket was experimenting
with a different means of propelling him through the water, other than
dragging him along his side using the dorsal as a handhold, which wasn't
efficient, kept them both off balance and probably was tiring even for a
powerful dolphin.

Doug pulled his arms in tight to his sides, flattened his hands and bent
his elbows out slightly. He tried moving his wrists so they would roll. He
felt Rocket press his leg on one side harder, and they rolled together. He
lifted his head to breathe when they surfaced and managed a giggle of
delight before he telegraphed a dive. Rocket took him to the bottom until
sea grass brushed his chest and they swooped back to the surface. "I'll
find you tomorrow in the daylight Rocket we'll practice this when I can see
where we're going," he hesitated, "that is if you want to." Doug said in
his mind, accompanied by images of them hooked together and moving balls
out through the water.

"SWIMMER!" Rocket answered with strong feelings of delight and a picture of
Doug riding his nose as he leaped ten feet out of the water surrounded by
intense sunlight.

Rocket slowed and stopped, then gently shook Doug free, surfaced at his
side, and offered his dorsal as a handhold. He towed Doug slowly
forward. Evan, Billy and Buck joined them with their dolphin escorts. They
all thought about looking around at the same time. The Sea Song was
outlined in lights across the lagoon; they were near the pinchers, the
lagoon entrance. The boys could all see quite clearly, it was dark, but
bright enough to see the shapes of dolphin heads. Suddenly the entire pod
surrounded them. Heads appeared close to them, then disappeared, to
resurface closer amid constant chatter, as if they were being
discussed. Individuals, perhaps the bravest, or most inquisitive started to
touch them, brushing or sliding their bodies against the boys.

Buck giggled, "I think we're being formally introduced to the rest of the
pod."

"I think we're being adopted. It looks like they trust us, check this
little guy out." Rocket's head appeared in front of Doug's accompanied by
another with the newborn calf between them. Together they nudged the baby
under Doug's hand. He patted its head then stroked its side. It shivered
and sank then immediately resurfaced under Doug's arm. He stroked its
underside and patted its head. "Is this your mate and baby?" He asked
Rocket, feeling foolish. Rocket's head rose higher and nodded before he
sank chattering enthusiastically.

"Hey!" Billy shouted and looked back to see a juvenile head surface and
splash him. "I just got royally goosed and now he's laughing at me." The
dolphin chatter increased briefly.

"Correction," Evan giggled, "we're all laughing at you."

After all the individuals in the pod welcomed the boys and accepted them as
friends by allowing themselves to be touched and stroked. Rocket signaled a
halt to the fun somehow and they all backed away, except for the three
males. Rocket nosed Doug's crotch and swam forward until Doug got his legs
in position, then they turned and headed slowly back to the Sea Song
accompanied by the entire pod. Billy, Evan and Buck had to be content to be
towed by holding dorsal fins since their dolphin friends couldn't
understand or were reluctant to get their humans in the same position Doug
enjoyed with Rocket. However all the adults vied with each other to share
the towing duties and each frequently held a dorsal in each hand.

Doug sat in his wheelchair waving and shivering. His stomach growled at the
same time an image came to his mind of the entire pod charging through a
school of frantic baitfish. "Yeah, I'm hungry too, but I'm also freezing to
death." He blinked and looked up to see the other guys looking at him
strangely. "They're going to feed now, they'll be back tomorrow." He saw
Evan hugging his chest with his teeth chattering. "Come on, let's take a
hot shower to warm up, then visit the dinning room."

"How about the steam room or sauna?" Evan asked hopefully. He saw that the
others thought he was joking. "Really, in the gym. Gregor and Meesha took
me to work out with them. I thought they really wanted to fuck around," he
made a face, "they did but after they actually went through an actual
workout on the equipment. I looked around. Grandfather uses both
occasionally." His eyes twinkled, "You know of course that after he leaves
tomorrow morning that I'm in charge here. I'm your host and I'm the master
of this boat, so you all have to do what I say. Right now, I say we get in
the steam room because it's the biggest with wide tile benches, AND after
we get warmed up THEN we can workout by just fucking around. How's that
sound?"

"Lead on little master." Billy agreed.

Doug giggled, "Yeah, little masterbater!"

Evan jumped into Doug's lap and kissed him. "Actually, I was thinking about
fucking and sucking you for starters."

Doug tried to look horrified, "Just because I'm a cripple and can't defend
myself everyday is picking on poor Doug day. I guess I'll just have to
submit. Use me and abuse me," he broke up in giggles from Evan's tickles,
"that is after I eat some dolphin filled pussy, yours for starters."

They left the steam room an hour later, very satisfied, dehydrated and even
hungrier, but for more substantial traditional fare. Dieter found them in
the dinning room. He grinned at their smug expressions, "Where the fuck
were you guys hiding?"

"We weren't, we were warming up in the steam room." Buck explained.

"And stuff." Evan added with a giggle.

"Oh, well we were kind of waiting for you, but Anton started resting his
eyes again half an hour ago, so I guess he'll see you in the morning,
unless you want to bunk in there with us."

Doug yawned. "I don't know about you guys, but I need to rest my eyes too,
as in sleep. If we go in there now we won't get any sleep at all." The
others agreed.

Buck was about to lock their door when it was pushed open. The twins
grinned hopefully at him from the hallway. He nodded, and then after they
ran for the bed, he looked up and down the hall quickly before he slammed
and snapped the lock so he was the last one to get in bed. He found Evan
snuggling his body against Doug's leg with his head on Doug's gut. Billy
rested his head on Doug's shoulder and chest and put one leg over
Evan. Evan surrounded it with an arm. The twins occupied Doug's opposite
side, already in their loose sixty-nine position for sleeping. Buck stood
frowning at the bed and Doug's helpless grin.

Buck backed up a few steps, then ran, jumped and dove, aiming where Toby's
back touched Doug's side, so he landed on them both." Make some space guys,
or you could always go and sleep in your own bed for a change," he
suggested in answer to the twins' grumbles.

They moved away from Doug grudgingly, enough so Buck could slip in the tiny
space if he lay on his side. He wiggled in; bumped heads with Evan then
pointedly pried Evan's hand off Doug's cock and replaced it with his
own. Evan stretched his neck and kissed Buck while he claimed Doug's balls
with his dispossessed hand.

Doug chuckled, "Goddamn, if there's a fire, I'm dead, by the time we get
untangled. Would someone pull the sheet up please? I'm still
chilly. Tomorrow we'll have to get out of the water occasionally so we
don't get hypothermia." Buck and Evan broke their lip lock long enough to
find the top edge of the sheet under Doug's legs, then work it up over them
all.

Doug frowned mentally, his tiredness temporarily forgotten. "You know as
much as I love making it with Rocket, it's a good thing we're leaving here
the day after tomorrow. I think I'm getting to like it too much. Fucking
around with him is habit forming, almost addictive. Right now I'm looking
forward to another fix tomorrow and it scares me. We aren't dolphins and
they aren't human. They can't enter our world at all and we can't stay in
theirs for very long without killing ourselves. Now we can talk a little I
know they're smart, they have senses of humor, they like to play around and
love practical jokes as long as their bellies are full. It's too easy to
forget that we aren't really a part of the pod."

"You're right of course," Billy agreed, "but I think I'm already
addicted. This is my home and where I'll be working. I'll just have to be
very careful around them. I'm wondering how Rocket and the other two will
react after you three are gone. Will they accept a substitute like Dieter
or a couple of the boys from Black's, or will they even care or remember?"

The sheet lifted where Evan's head was lying. "I'll still be here until
Grandfather comes back from Europe. I don't think it's anymore addictive
than doing stuff with you guys, it's all just fun."

Buck corrected Evan; "You're leaving with us on the Sea Song, back to
Ft. Lauderdale, then home to New Jersey. Anton's going to join us again at
our house. You need to get enrolled in school and Anton's going to buy a
house nearby."

"He never mentioned any of that. I'll go with you as far as Ft. Lauderdale,
but then I'll just stay on board Sea Song to wait for him." Evan voice
turned stubborn.

Doug giggled tiredly, "Get real Evan. Your grandfather wouldn't leave you
alone on Sea Song even surrounded by seventy-five armed crewmen because
they aren't bodyguards any more than Bucky would leave Buck alone, or me I
guess, for very long if the crew were his. They'd let you push them
around. There's a mess of nasty people out there who don't like Anton. I
imagine he'll be taking Hans and Herman with him since they're his
bodyguards."

"Or my father," Buck interjected. "David, Will and Joe, and a dozen others
we never see guard us constantly, and they can't be pushed," he
giggled. "Except of course the new ones like David and Noah, they were
afraid of me to start with, but now they do the pushing if necessary. Even
the President takes orders from the Secret Service in an emergency. You
either come with us willingly, or you get carried. Doug and I will even let
you sleep with us, IF you stop hogging my fucking pillow.

Doug grunted when Buck punched his belly. "Hey! Ease up down there, I AM
your fucking pillow, and it doesn't need punching."

Evan was awake and out of the pleasantly crowded bed before daylight. He
first went to Anton's suite, only to find it empty. He found his
grandfather sitting with Will in the dinning room dressed in suits and
ties. Meesha was as elegantly dressed. Dieter and Gregor remained
comfortably naked. They all were just beginning their breakfasts. Dieter
looked at the door then at his watch and frowned at his food.

Anton beamed, "Ah little one, good morning. You have come to enjoy a good
big breakfast with us, yes? We have saved place for you and much food for
growing young man." He motioned to a steward to pull the vacant chair out
at his right hand.

Evan kissed Anton's cheek and first sat in the chair, then when he thought
no one was looking, pulled his legs up and sat on his heels so his head was
as high as the others. "Good morning Grandfather. Yes, breakfast and to see
if you maybe changed your mind about me going with you. I could be dressed
and packed in a couple of minutes." He remained hopeful and was
half-serious.

Anton patted Evan's shoulder and shook his head. "If possible you could go,
but not this time. Next time we will have great holiday. I will take you to
all our homes and you will decide which you like best and we will make it
our first home." He emphasized 'our'.

"All?" Evan was interested at once, "How many do you, I mean we, own?"

Anton giggled and shrugged, "Too many perhaps. I collect castles. I buy old
and falling apart, then restore. Some, only foundations are left. I have
people who find plans, paintings and drawings then rebuild. Nearby
villagers over long time use my castles for building cottages and other
buildings, so I buy them as well and take back stones. Some take many years
to finish like original. I play make believe that I am Duke Anton of
Falconburg in many countries. It is fun thing to play. Before the war I was
Duke Anton with a wooden sword and a sapling for a lance. My favorite
charging horse was small wooden barrel. Now the weapons are real and very
old like their current owner and stables full of horses go without riders
except grooms and jockeys." Anton interrupted his reverie when he saw
Dieter look to the door a second time. "Where is Billy?" His eyes dropped
to Evan; "He slept with you?" He asked.

Evan shrugged, "Yup, but he was gone when I woke up. Maybe he went to shore
to pack some stuff. If you recall Grandfather, you didn't give him much
notice about this trip." He grinned and added; "We got busy last night
too."

"I'm here! Sorry I'm a tad late," Billy stopped his run just inside the
door and held up a small bag, "Undies, socks and toiletries." He dropped
his bag and scooted for a chair alongside Dieter.

Meesha looked down the table and winked at Gregor, "Would you pass the salt
please Anton?" Two of the three stewards were Russian the third understood
only one word. All three froze in place. One moved just enough to hoist his
empty tray in front of his face to protect it from the eminent explosion
from the Master.

Gregor waited until Meesha thanked Anton, again casually using his
name. "Will you enjoy good weather during your flight Anton?"

Anton shrugged, "Forecasts are as useless as seat belts at thirty thousand
feet." He was barely able to hold back his laughter. He scowled at the
stewards, "Is my grandson to die of starvation?" He growled then watched
them trying to enter the galley at the same time, three abreast. They
listened to a babble of voices before they started laughing.

"Do I have to go up north with Buck and Doug, before you come back? I
thought I could wait for you on board and we could go up there together."
Evan again looked hopeful. "Maybe Hans and Herman could stay with me. I'd
behave and do everything they said. I'd be safe with them."

Anton shook his head. "You have learned speaking of German overnight? They
have gone to plane to insure safe departure. You will be safe with
Buckminster Trenton." He snapped his fingers as if inspired. "You can be of
big help in time saving there. Douglas told of a large home near where they
live. You could look and if nice, you could buy for us. That would be a
huge help."

Evan laughed, "Right Grandfather, they'd look at me and kick me off the
place. How would I buy it? I don't have any money, except a little, not
enough for a down payment."

Anton asked Meesha for his briefcase. Earlier, after they dressed, Anton
handed the case to him and told him simply that it was a portable
office. Meesha was to carry it at all times. Anton pushed breakfast dishes
aside and opened it. He gave Evan a blank piece of stationary, heavily
embossed with the dagger crest and a fountain pen. "You sign name." Evan
did as he was told. Anton took the sheet back and gave Evan a small
checkbook. "This is for you. Your checkbook for paying your expenses and
house if you like it."

Evan looked at the checks. "These are blank," he giggled.

Anton looked at him quizzically, "Of course they are blank, you must fill
out date and amount and sign, then not blank."

"No, I mean there's no bank name or any name, just lines."

"There is bank name printed in code on bottom like all checks, and all that
is required."

"Really? What if I overdraw? This house is probably pretty expensive." Evan
looked dubious.

Anton giggled, "If you overdraw then your old grandfather is in plenty very
big trouble, not to be concerned. You could buy Sea Song with one of these,
but you already own him. Put away in safe place for now. What are your
plans for today?"

Evan shrugged, "The dolphins are coming to meet the rest of the guys. They
call us swimmers, you know all humans. Doug thinks it's a private joke
between just them because we're so bad at it compared to them. We'll
probably mess around with them for awhile, and maybe do some stuff with
them if they want to."

Anton's eyebrow shot up, "How do you know dolphins will return to lagoon,
or what they call humans?"

"Doug and Rocket can sort of talk a little. Doug says pictures, images in
his head. Rocket called him last night when Doug was asleep." Evan looked
at Billy, "I wish we could talk to ours that way." Billy agreed by nodding
his head while he chewed.

Anton swiveled his head between the two boys. He thought Evan was joking by
their matter of fact attitude about communication between species until
Billy asked Evan; "Would you introduce Dieter to my chap since I'll be
away? I wouldn't want him to think I abandoned him. The others as well
since you'll be leaving us tomorrow."

"Sure," Evan nodded. "I just hope they understand about us leaving and
all. Maybe you could find a couple of guys at Black's Cay to do stuff with
after we're gone."

Dieter quietly translated for Gregor and Meesha. Billy and Evan looked
around the table after they noticed the sudden silence. Anton and their
friends were all staring at them with their mouths hanging open.


 

 

 

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