Date: Sun, 5 Jul 2015 16:16:08 -0400
From: Ron Nelson <nelson99@comporium.net>
Subject: Wrestler's Story - 12A  Buck, Cat, Scott&Rosoe

Wrestler's Story # 13A  -  BUCK, CAT, SCOTT & ROSCOE


By: Ron Nelson


(© 2015 by the author. All rights reserved.)


Buck was sitting at his desk in the cluttered office of his truck and auto
repair shop in Gadwell, North Carolina, when he looked up and saw one of his
oldest and best customers come in, Dr. Justin MacGregor.  Dr. MacGregor, was the
head physician for traumatic injury cases up at the Veterans Hospital over in
Longchamps, North Carolina.

"Good morning, Doctor, mighty good, as always, to see you. How can we help you
this morning?" said Buck with a welcoming smile on his face. It was always good
to see Dr. MacGregor, whether the doctor was in town on a business matter or if
he just stopped in to keep in touch with how things were going in Gadwell.

Dr. MacGregor kept a close eye on town affairs. Part of his job was to oversee
the interrelationship between his patients and the community as he helped his
patients recover and make the transition back to local and civilian life from
some of the horrendous things they'd seen and experienced on recent tours of
duty in the Middle East.


"Good Morning, Buck, always a pleasure seeing you and knowing how good you are
in keeping all of us rolling along in our cars and trucks!

"And, yes, I'm here to see you on a matter which has been of a little concern to
me lately, and I'm wondering if you might be able to give us a hand on it?"

"Sure thing, Doc, any time I can do anything for you, you know I'm right here
ready to do it." Buck knew that the doctor was always good for some small talk,
but then he was a busy man with all of his responsibilities, and needed to get
to the main point fairly quickly too.

"I've got a fine young man by the name of Scott Chilton up at the hospital. He
had a rough time in the Middle East, and now he's spending some time with us
getting his life back. He's making great progress and has a great attitude. What
I think he needs now, however, is to get out of the hospital environment and
more into the main stream of society.

"However, he still needs sort of a "big brother" or "kindly uncle" to help him,
to give him something useful to do and relate to so that he can feel and be
productive, which he really very much wants, and just be with him for some
"regular guy camaraderie" as he gets back on his feet.

"So I was thinking, and knowing you worked with a lot of young men in your US
Marines days to bring them along, maybe you could help Scott too. And maybe Cat
could help him too, just being Cat. I know you're very close to each other, and
I'm not forgetting Roscoe, who never met a man he didn't like. I'm thinking
maybe he could help Scott as well."

"Doc, there's nothing I'd rather do, and I know Cat and Roscoe will feel the
same as soon as they hear of it," was Buck's easy and unhesitating reply.


Buck knew that Cat would understand the situation quickly, not having been very
far from it in his own way, except on a much smaller scale, with his own life.
He'd make a great companion and would be about the same age as Scott. Roscoe
couldn't pick up the exact words, but, being Buck's chocolate Lab dog and a very
wise dog, would quickly size up the situation and be very understanding and help
too.

"That'll be great, Buck," said Dr. MacGregor, "and on behalf of all of us up at
the Trauma Center at the hospital, and of course Scott himself, we'll all be
very grateful to you.

"I know you've got your cabin over on Larson's Creek on the Appalachian Trail,
and if you were going out there this weekend, maybe I could get Scott here to
you, you could all go out together, and then you could take it from there?" said
the doctor.

"Just what I was thinking too, Doc. Cat, Roscoe and I were planning to go out
this weekend to do some repair work on the section of Appalachian Trail which
goes through the property. The river overflowed some with the recent rains we've
been having lately, which washed out part of the Trail.

"So if Scott would like to come out, get some fresh air and give us a hand, and
if we could be of some help to him too, that sure would be great all around."

"That's just what Scott needs and wants to do. He works out regularly at the
hospital gym, both by himself and with some of the other men there, and he likes
to use his considerable strength to some purpose. So I expect he'd really like
to give you a hand at it, and working with you on it will help him immeasurably."

"Cat and I were planning to head out from here around nine on Saturday morning,
so if you could get Scott here by then, that would be great," said Buck.

"You've got it, Buck - and thanks so much!" was Dr. MacGregor's grateful reply.



Saturday morning dawned sunny and warm. It promised to get up into the 80's,
most likely, with possible thunderstorms in the evening before clearing up and
then be much the same on Sunday.

Buck and Cat had just finished breakfast and were parked in front of the truck
and auto shop when Dr. MacGregor drove up in his vintage Mercedes, with Scott.

"Morning, Doctor, and you must be Scott," said Buck with a grin on his face
coming up to greet them, "mighty good to see you both!

"Doc, you already know Cat, and Scott, this is Cat, my buddy and one of our ace
mechanics in the shop."

It was strong handshakes and grins all around. Buck and Cat quickly liked what
they saw in Scott. He said little, but looked alertly at them and their
surroundings as they stood talking.

`Scott is looking at us,' thought Buck, `but I can see he's checking out the
perimeter closely too. That's what comes of training and experience in a bad
conflict zone. Most likely part of his very urgent and sometimes desperate need
when he was in `Stan.' It was just the same as his own earlier days in the
Marines in `Nam.

All three men, as well as Doctor MacGregor, couldn't help but instinctively
check each other out, as strong and active men invariably do.


Cat and Scott were both in their mid-twenties. Cat was slightly taller than
Scott at five ten, but probably a few pounds lighter, at about one-seventy-five.
Scott, on the other hand, was shorter and stockier, all of it solid muscle, both
naturally and from working out on the weights, and maybe on the mats too, in the
VA hospital gym.

Roscoe, meanwhile, first stood quietly by and then went over to Doctor MacGregor
for a head and ear scratch. Then he moved on almost immediately to Scott for the
same.

But then, when Scott bent down to give him a scratch and rub too, Roscoe turned
his head up, wagged his tail, licked Scott's hand, and remained next to him for
the rest of the time they talked.

"Well, men," said Dr. MacGregor as he got back into his Mercedes, "I've got to
head on to a few more things this morning. You all have a good time this weekend
- it looks to be a good one!" was his cheerful word to them as he drove off.

"How about if we head along too," said Buck next, "maybe we can get to the
couple of things we've got planned at the cabin and on the Trail, and then we
can just take it real easy from there!"

"You got it, man," said Cat in his usual enthusiastic way, and a "Sure thing,
Buck, sounds good to me" response, just a little more hesitant and reserved,
from Scott while he was getting used to them and adjusting to the occasion.


There was sort of an informal protocol when they went anywhere in Buck's big
black and chrome extended cab F-250. When Buck was going somewhere alone and
just Roscoe with him, as was generally the case, Roscoe always sat in the front
passenger seat where, if it was warm, he could stick his nose and head out the
window to check the passing scenery and smells and enjoy the wind in his face.

If Cat was with them, Roscoe was just as happy to be in the rear seat where he
could then check out both sides of the road, with Cat in the front passenger
seat.

When they had a third person with them, he'd take the front seat and Cat and
Roscoe sat in the rear.

This time, Buck told Scott to jump in next to him, while Cat and Roscoe
automatically got into the rear seat. Scott was quiet as he followed Buck's
suggestion, and Buck could see that he wasn't at ease, but was checking things
out and all around him all the time.

`Understandable,' thought Buck, `and we'll hope he feels ready to loosen up as
we go on.'


Within ten minutes of their starting out, however, Buck noticed an interesting
thing happen. Normally, Roscoe knew that when someone was in the front seat, his
own place was in the rear, particularly when Cat was with him, who was also
always good for another occasional and very satisfying neck rub.

But this time, soon after starting out, Roscoe quietly got up, squeezed himself
between the two front seats and moved forward to sit on Scott's lap. Now Roscoe
was no small Lab, and when he sat on someone's lap, just as he liked to do now
and then with Buck and Cat, he was a lapful!

As Roscoe moved forward to sit on Scott's lap, Scott, who Buck could see was
still tense and almost rigid with his eyes continually checking out the road
ahead as well as the sides, and every house, barn and tree they passed,
nevertheless helped Roscoe up to make him comfortable in his lap.

Once in Scott's lap, of course, Roscoe was so big Scott could barely see around
or over him, to say nothing of having his considerable weight on his lap.

A moment after Roscoe got situated in Scott's lap and Buck could take his eyes
off the road for an instant, he glanced briefly over to his right to see what
they were doing, and to tell Roscoe to please leave Scott alone and return to
the back seat with Cat.

But with his brief glance Buck noticed that Scott was already holding Roscoe
tightly in his lap close into his powerfully muscled body, his head almost
buried in Roscoe's neck nuzzling him. Scott's mouth appeared to be down-turned
and a silent sob and a couple of silent tears were coming from his eyes and
running into Roscoe's fur.

Roscoe took no notice of Scott's quiet action in holding him tightly, and Buck
decided to say nothing either, nor did he tell Roscoe to return to the back
seat.


For most of the rest of the trip out to the cabin, Scott continued to hold
Roscoe tightly to him, with no objection from Roscoe at all. It was only when
they were going the last couple of miles to the cabin, which Roscoe knew where
they were as well as Buck and Cat, that he let himself out of Scott's tight hold
on him and returned to the back seat to re-join Cat.

"Ok, men, here we are," said Buck as they drove up the dirt driveway and pulled
up to park next to the cabin.

"Man, Buck," said Scott, for almost the first words he'd volunteered since
they'd started, "this place is beautiful!"

"Glad you like it," returned Buck, "it's our favorite place to spend the
weekends. Cat and I have been working to get it fixed up for a while, and now
we're mighty pleased to have you here and be a close part of it with us."

As he said it, he reached over to squeeze Scott's knee by way of welcome. With
the thoughtful touch, Scott instantly reached down to squeeze his own hand on
top of Buck's by way of saying "thank you."

"Tell you what, gentlemen, it's just about eleven now," said Buck, "how about if
I unload the truck and get things sort of set up inside, and the two of you
check out the place. Cat, why don't you take Scott down to the bunkhouse to show
him where you'll be sleeping tonight, and then maybe walk down the Trail aways
to the wash-out and figure out what we need to do to get it back in shape again.

"By the looks of you two, you look like you're both in pretty good shape right
now, so soon's we get the Trail back in order, we'll have it made."

"You got it, Buck," was Cat's reply, and Buck could see that Scott, by the grin
on his face, was ready to head out with Cat for whatever he had in mind for them
to do.

Buck noticed that Cat and Scott had already scoped each other out. It was
obvious that both liked what they saw, for whatever might come from that.


As they began to separate, Buck to empty the truck and Cat and Scott to head
down to the bunkhouse, Roscoe looked at all of them unable to make up his mind
whether to stay with Buck or tag along with Cat and Scott. Then, with a cheerful
wag of his tail, he ran out to catch up with Cat and Scott as they were already
out the door and halfway down to the bunkhouse.

Watching them as they walked down the path, Buck noticed that while Roscoe
bumped against Cat by way of telling him he was there, he then went quickly next
to Scott and bumped him too. After that, he stayed closer to Scott, who reached
down from time to time to give him a neck or ear rub. That seemed to please them
both very much.

Cat and Scott were back just at noon, by which time Buck had lunch on the table.
It consisted mainly of a huge platter of barbeque, tossed salad, some beers, and
the makings of a big strawberry short cake for dessert. As the day was warm and
the covered porch cool, they ate at the table on the porch to enjoy the soft and
quiet air and view of the grounds, which led down past the bunkhouse to the
creek and the Appalachian Trail which ran along the side of the creek.

Buck had noticed that as soon as they arrived at the cabin, Scott tensely
checked out not only the cabin, but the wooded forest surrounding it to the
rear. Having done so, he could see that Scott was feeling just a little more
relaxed now as the three of them talked about what they'd need to do to repair
the Trail that afternoon.


At lunch, they talked about the trail rebuilding project. Buck said it looked to
him like it might be a three- or four-hour job. Most of it would be the heavy
work of bringing up a few loads of rocks from the creek bed. Then build them up
carefully along the lower side edge of the trail to hold the dirt, which they'd
also have to bring in. Then some gravel to hold the dirt, and then a layer of
mulch on top of that so that hikers would have something soft to walk on.

"Sounds like a real good plan to me," said Scott, for the first time really
entering into their conversation. "When I was a kid growing up in Lancaster,
South Carolina, my dad and I built a wall around an old pump house. If we can
fit the rocks just right, they should hold forever!"

Both Buck and Cat noticed that these were almost the first words Scott had said
of his own mind since they'd first met. It was a real good sign. Maybe Scott was
feeling more comfortable now. They hoped so, anyway.


Buck, Cat and Scott ate their outdoor lunch on the cabin porch enjoying the view
and the quiet of the setting. Roscoe was not given any lunch nor permitted to
have anything from the table, but there was no law against him sitting close by
and seeing if he could get a handout some time anyway.

Buck noticed that Roscoe was sitting next to Scott, however, with his head on
Scott's knee, while Scott was using mostly only one hand to eat with and the
other resting gently on Roscoe's head.

After lunch, Cat said "Hey, Scott, looks like the Sergeant Major here is going
to want us to get to work pretty soon, so I'm thinking maybe we'd better get
started before we get court martialed.

"What do you say we go down to the bunkhouse and change into some work clothes,
which is to say shorts and work boots as it looks like it's going to be a hot
afternoon, to get started."

"You got it, man, I'm ready whenever you are," was Scott's easy reply as they
headed out toward the bunkhouse. In no more than five minutes, both of their
young, muscular and tanned bodies, wearing no more than their work shorts and
ready to go, headed out together with their wheelbarrow and tools to get to work
on the Trail.

Roscoe stayed behind with Buck while both watched the two young men head out.
For the next moment, Roscoe stayed with Buck as he cleared the table and started
on some paperwork he had in mind to do.


But then, seeing that Buck was going to be focused on his own work, Roscoe found
he couldn't hold back any longer. Having the freedom of the whole place, he ran
out and headed down to the Trail, which he knew well, to join Cat and Scott. In
no time at all, quickly sensing where Cat and Scott were, he headed toward them
until he found them already working on the job they'd set out to do.

After checking both of them out to be sure everything was ok with them, he laid
down in the cool moss nearby. He placed himself, however, so that he could watch
both of them with at least one eye even while dozing with his other eye closed.


The Trail widened as it crossed Buck's property, and while there weren't a lot
of hikers on it at any one time, every hour or two, particularly on weekends, a
couple, or a maybe one or two male or female hikers together, passed by on it.
Some of them appeared to be long-distance hikers with full packs, while others
were obviously out for only an afternoon walk or a short hike.

There was a parking area about three miles down from the cabin where the Trail
crossed the highway where hikers could park. Near the parking area were some
scenic rapids, and there also was a small waterfall about a mile above the
cabin, both of which the hikers always liked to visit.


Cat and Scott had been working about twenty minutes and had already worked up a
sweat which glistened on their ripped, tanned and muscular bodies. Scott had a
powerful body-builder's physique, with thick biceps, big pecs, solid abs and
bulging thighs and legs. They not only came naturally to him, but he'd also
built himself up even more at the VA hospital. Cat's own more lithe but equally
muscular body looked and felt just as good.

Suddenly, as they were working and focused on the rock retaining wall, Scott
froze motionless and quickly glanced around tensely. Cat didn't notice anything,
but Roscoe instantly noticed Scott's action. Instinctively, the big Lab quickly
got up from his bed of moss, and went on the alert and looked at Scott as soon
as he saw and sensed Scott`s sudden concern about something.

"What's that?" said Scott to Cat, quietly but urgently.

"What? I don't see anything," replied Cat in his usual casual style. Cat had
very acute senses and very fast reflexes when need be, but this time he didn't
see anything.

"Over there, beyond those trees, down the Trail," Scott exclaimed with a
tightness in his throat.

"Oh them," he replied, "that's just a couple of hikers coming our way. Looks to
me like a typical middle aged couple out for an afternoon walk. He's in a
walking jacket and she's in tweeds. Most likely they're just going for a walk up
to the falls and back."

For another moment, Scott stood rigidly silent until he could clearly make out
that that was all it was. Then he perceptibly relaxed and gave Cat a sheepish
grin.

"Sorry, man, I guess I'm still on edge about some things. But I'm learning, if
you'll just bear with me," replied Scott.

"No problema, man, I understand. I was in the jug for a couple of years and
things were tight for me too until Buck rescued me and brought me around. And I
know when I first met Buck, I found out he was in `Nam, and anything too sudden
got to him too. It takes a while, but it comes around."

As soon as Scott and Cat relaxed, Roscoe did too. When the couple came back from
the falls an hour later, which was indeed where they were headed, they smiled at
Cat and Scott and asked them what they were doing. Which Cat and Scott were very
agreeable to telling them about repairing the Trail, which gave them a break
from their job too.

"Well," said the lady, "you look like mighty nice young men, and we hikers
surely appreciate all the work you do to keep the Trail in good repair."

"Thank you ma'am, it's our pleasure. Gives us sort of a workout too, which
obviously my buddy here needs," said Cat, punching Scott's big bicep a nice hard
blow. Scott took it and grinned. He figured maybe he could give it back to Cat
another time, and the thought brought grin to his face. The first real easy grin
he'd come up with yet. Yeah, he was coming along.


As Cat and Scott worked bringing up rocks from the creek bed, they didn't say
much although they were keeping a close eye on each other too. Cat surely liked
what he was seeing in Scott, and wondering if maybe he was into wrestling around
some with that great build of his.

Scott was thinking much the same thing looking at Cat. They worked out sort of a
pattern in doing the job, with Cat getting suitable rocks for the retaining wall
from the creek bed, and Scott, with his prior experience, expertly placing them
so they would lock together and hold against any future flooding from the creek.

"Hey man," said Cat when they were together for a moment, "how come you got that
great build? You're really something, you know, and I sure like what I'm
seeing!"

"Oh yeah, Cat, thanks," was Scott's easy reply. "I was lucky to get some pretty
good genes to start with, and then my high school coach got me into football,
soccer and wrestling. Then the Army took it from there before sending me over to
`Stan, and now Doc MacGregor has me working out too!"

"Well, it sure shows," was Cat's reply. "You still liking to wrestle around with
other guys?" asked Cat tentatively.

"Oh yeah, man. Right now the Doc's urging me to get into everything I can, and
I'm always ready to mess around with another guy anyway. He says my situations's
sort of like I've got these demons in my head after some of my experiences over
there, and I need to beat them out of me, or maybe get the other guy to beat
them out of me too, which I agree with.

"It's sort of like being frustrated or angry about something, and going out and
chopping wood or punching a speed bag until it's all worked out of you."

"Well, sounds reasonable to me, Scott," said Cat, "and maybe tonight, if you
like, we can see about getting into it, `cause I'm sort of like you too. I sure
do like to grapple around with another guy, give and take, until we're both
drained and exhausted and relieved of all this stuff."

"You're on, man, any time you like for however you like!" was Scott's grinning
response.


Their job was finished just a little before five, with Roscoe having kept a
close watch on both of them the whole afternoon. During that time, a number of
other hikers passed by on the trail and gave them greetings and thanks for
keeping the trail up, which brought grins from both their faces. After the first
two or three groups went by, Scott no longer seemed too concerned by them.

One of the hikers passing by, in fact, a nice middle-aged lady, even gave each
of them a couple of energy bars and a kiss. Their being all muscular and half
naked didn't seem to deter her at all. Scott tensed up as she approached him,
but then eased up with the energy bar and the kiss she gave him.



After Cat and Scott finished their Appalachian Trail repair job, they returned
to the bunkhouse and got cleaned up. Probably that included a couple of bear
hugs and headlocks by way of getting into it with each other before they
appeared ready to go up to the cabin with Roscoe, who had spent the entire time
with them. When they got up to the cabin, they found Buck had already laid out a
substantial supper of steaks, baked potatoes, a big salad, and an apple pie with
chocolate ice cream for dessert.

"I've got supper just about ready to go, men, just in case you might want
something to eat after fixing up the Trail," said Buck. The grin on his face
came from knowing they were probably starving for something to eat.

"Cat, how about you setting up the table and getting some beers out of the
cooler. And Scott, as you and Roscoe seem to have already teamed up, how about
you going over there to that lower cabinet and fixing up Roscoe's dinner for
him? I know he'd sure like that!"

Cat started setting up the table as Buck suggested, and Buck watched Scott as a
wide grin covered his face as he prepared Roscoe's supper. His grin then grew
even wider when he knelt down on the floor with Roscoe's dish, and Roscoe gave
him a big lick across his face by way of thanks before he chowed down with his
own meal.


They again ate on the open porch as the evening came on, and Buck noticed some
big storm clouds gathering off to the west, the quarter where storms generally
came from. Buck was facing west, while the others were facing east and so hadn't
noticed the approaching storm.

Suddenly, just as they were finishing their meal, Buck and Cat saw Scott
suddenly stiffen and go motionless, his eyes wide open and alert. Not even a
second later Roscoe, who had been sitting next to Scott for his on-going neck
rub, suddenly went on the alert too, and the hair on his back suddenly bristled.

Only a few seconds later did Buck and Cat hear no more than the most distant
rumble of thunder as the evening's thunderstorm, which had been predicted as
possible for that evening, come to their ears.

Buck knew instantly what caused Scott to tense up so suddenly.

"Looks like we might be in for a thunderstorm soon," he said casually, "and
maybe some lightning along with it. But we sure could use some rain, and maybe
it'll clear the air for the rest of the night too."

As he said it, he saw Scott suddenly relax and ease up, with Roscoe following
him. Thunderstorms were the only thing Roscoe feared and didn't like, but this
time he had reacted only in response to Scott's initial reaction, so now both
were relieved at the same time.

"I know what maybe you were thinking, Scott," said Buck easily. "I was the same
after `Nam, and it took just a while `til I knew it was only a thunderstorm and
lightning, and not an enemy raid."

"Thanks Buck, it'll come, I know, but I guess it's just taking me a while," was
Scott's quiet reply.


The storm hit about twenty minutes later. They watched it's arrival, with the
rain and wind suddenly swooping down on them from the direction of the creek,
while the lightning flashed all around them.

At first Buck and Cat could see the lessened but still continuing tenseness in
Scott's body as they sat in their big porch chairs. But then Roscoe climbed into
Scott's lap again, as much for his own pleasure and protection, Buck thought,
as Scott's. But so ok, it calmed them both, and by the time the storm had passed
and the stars had once again come out from behind the cloud cover, things were
all quiet with them too.


It was just after nine when Cat said, "Hey Buck, me and Scott here have had a
long day, you understand, and I think we've still got some more to do down at
the bunkhouse.

"Would you mind if we broke it off for this evening and headed down there to
take care of that?" A sly grin, which didn't fool Buck at all, covered his face,
with a matching grin from Scott.

"No, not at all, men. And if you want to take Roscoe with you, that'll be ok
too!" was Buck's easy reply. He knew what they were intending to do, and also
knew Roscoe should be with them tonight too rather than with him.

As Cat and Scott went down the porch steps headed for the bunkhouse, Roscoe
looked first at Buck and then at them, undecided what he should do.

"Go on, Roscoe old buddy, I think they need you more than I do tonight," said
Buck, pointing him toward Cat and Scott. Only a moment or two later, Buck
watched as the three of them entered the bunkhouse door while he turned back
into the cabin himself.

The bunkhouse wrestling mats were laid out, as always, in the center of the
floor, for whoever might want to mess around on them.

Cat and Scott knew what they wanted, as they'd already found one opportunity or
another all afternoon to brush against each other's near naked and sweat-covered
body while working on the Trail, and had given each other an occasional friendly
punch for one thing or another as well.

The night light on the wall provided the only illumination inside the bunkhouse
in addition to the star and moonlight which came in through the bunkhouse
windows.

Quietly they stripped naked and put on only their brief jock straps in which
they'd start to wrestle with each other. Then Cat reached over for some
wrestling oil, which was on a nearby shelf, and he and Scott lightly oiled each
other.

As they ran their powerful hands over each other's naked and muscular body, the
sensual pleasure of their feel of each other already began to arouse them and
their masculine desire for each other.

Roscoe, meanwhile, took his usual place on his thick dog mat which was his bed
whenever he spent the night in the bunkhouse. It also provided him with a full
view of the mat and whatever might be going on it as well.


Being their first time wrestling with each other, neither Cat nor Scott knew
what to expect so they took it slow and easy to start. Cat went down to his
hands and knees on the mat first and waited for Scott to come down on top of
him. Cat always liked for another guy, particularly if he was as strong and
muscular and naked like Scott was, `and the way Buck was too whenever me and
him wrestled with each other on these same mats,' thought Cat, and waited for
Scott's first move.

Scott, for all his solidly muscular body builder's physique and the innate
tenseness of his circumstances at the VA hospital and earlier during the day,
surprised Cat with his initially light touch and move on him.

It felt good to Cat to have Scott's oiled and naked body come down on his back,
and the feel of Scott's strong hand go for a full crotch hold on his already
bulging and full jock strap, while his other hand reached over his far side and
under his arm to pull him over backwards until Scott would be on his back on the
mat, with Cat on his back on top of him, holding Cat down so that he couldn't
escape.

Yeah, that felt real good to both of them, particularly as Cat then responded by
reaching one arm back around Scott's thick neck and the other under Scott's
powerfully muscular thighs to grab a full crotch hold on Scott's similarly
bulging jock strap and everything it enclosed.


For the next few minutes, the two powerfully muscular twenty-plus-year-olds
grappled back and forth easily as they got used to each other. Cat was fast,
lithe and strong, and liked to get at the stockier and even more muscular Scott,
while Scott liked just as much to trap and hold Cat in one or another powerful
headlock or scissors holds of his own.

It soon turned out both Scott and Cat liked to get into some MMA moves too,
mainly some deadlocks with one or the other on top and the other underneath.
Then both offered each other some solid body punches to his pecs, abs or back.
Both knew they wouldn't go for each other's heads or faces as their interest was
only in the physical punishment they liked to give and take on their bodies
rather than of actually beating the other.

Early on, when Scott was at one time down on his back with Cat on top of him,
with Cat alternating between punching out Scott's big, thick and powerfully
muscled pecs, and trying to choke him out too, Scott murmured up to him, "Yeah,
man, give it to me hard as you can and beat the motherfucker out of me all you
want!"

Cat took him at his word, but still only within reason, knowing what Scott was
saying, and knowing a lot of times he wanted to be punished the same way.

Scott, in turn, when he had a headlock or full head, body or leg scissors on
Cat, knew Cat liked a lot of pressure too, but again within reason so that he
wouldn't go too far.

Lots of times they'd get into a deadlock with each other, like maybe a full body
press when their powerfully muscular bodies were bear hugged and locked tightly
together. Then their legs would get grapevined with each other's, their long and
hard cocks and thick balls would be crushed against each other's, and their
faces and lips also pressed tightly together so that only their tongues were
left to wrestle it out deep inside each other's mouth. Neither ever wanted to be
the first to let go.

Within just minutes after first locking up with each other, they'd already
ripped off each other's jock strap to wrestle naked. As soon as they lost their
jock straps, however, their long, hard and powerfully aroused cock-rods proved
to be wide open targets for the other's abuse. And then their thick and bulging
balls were also targets for each other's additional abuse.


Cat, the slightly taller of the two, had gotten Scott in a powerful body
scissors from the rear. Wrapping his muscular legs around Scott's waist he began
to smash his heels hard into Scott's crotch against his stiff rod and thick
balls. It was a punishment he knew Scott liked to take for as long as Cat wanted
to give it to him, and which he liked just as much when Scott reversed it later
on and gave him back the same punishment.

Every time Cat smashed into his cock and balls, however, Scott raised his solid
and powerful body up and then dropped his own solid and hard butt down on
Cat's equally and fully aroused big male equipment crushing it in return, which
Cat and later Scott liked just as much.

At the same time, their powerful arms and hands reached around the other's upper
body to grab one of the other's big pecs in each of his fists to squeeze and crush
them in his fingers to increase the punishment. Both liked to give and take all
the pec punishment they could, and neither ever got enough of it.

Then there were the times they might be facing each other on their knees on the
mat. Then both would extend one of their hands to reach out to the back of the
other's neck to pull him forward and down, and, at the same time, reach out with
his other hand to seize the other's big rod, sticking straight out and exposed,
to either crush it in his fist or pull it down to the mat or push it back
between the other's legs until it seemed they would almost break the other's rod
clear off his body.

It was another punishment neither could ever get enough of, and, in one form or
another, their whole grappling match was soon a running cockfight between the
two as well. Both intensely liked the hard and sometimes agonizing punishment
they were giving and taking of the other, and neither could get enough of it.


Then there were the times when Scott might be on top of Cat in a full
head-to-toe body press and he'd caught Cat's head in a crushing head scissors.
At first, he'd only press all of his hard and fully aroused male equipment hard
against Cat's face. But then, as they got deeper and deeper into it with each
other, Scott increasingly stabbed his big, long, thick and hard cock sword deep
down into Cat's throat to choke  him on it as well.

It wasn't long after that, however, that their situation would be reversed. Then
it would be Cat who would stab his own equally long, thick and hard rod deep
down into Scott's mouth and throat to choke him on it in the same way. Again, it
was a favorite hold of both, give or take, and neither could get enough of it.


Roscoe quietly but alertly watched the two naked and oiled muscular hunks
wrestle and grapple it out with each other on the bunkhouse mat. Roscoe knew
Scott was liking his struggle with Cat and working off the demons in his head,
and knew Cat wasn't much different with his own head.


As the two continued to grapple in the dim light of the bunkhouse mats, Scott
liked to drop his powerfully strong butt down on Cat's face, which he knew Cat
actually could never get enough of as he felt, every time, Cat's whole face, nose,
eyes and mouth sink deep down into the dark, wet and naked canyon of his butt
until Scott would finally move off him to let him breathe again.

But then it was never long until Cat soon reversed the hold and then Scott would
feel his own face, nose, eyes and mouth buried and suffocated deep inside the
dark, wet and naked canyon of Cat`s butt. It made for a sort of desperate fight
and struggle, and neither ever wanted it to end.


Cat had sensed earlier when they first started to wrestle with each other, that
Scott was uncertain and maybe just a little uneasy as to what he was getting
into. Cat didn't know if it was an uneasiness within himself, or with Cat. At
the time, he had also noticed, out of the corner of his eye, that Roscoe was
also eyeing both of them as his head rested on his paws with his legs stretched
out in front of him, also not quite certain as to how things would go.

But now, after almost an hour of their strongly muscular, but also sensual and
erotic wrestling back and forth on the bunkhouse mat, naked and oiled and their
powerfully muscular bodies totally wrapped up and deadlocked with each other,
Cat found himself caught in one of Scott's solid headlocks on him. Nevertheless,
he was able to glance over to the side to see Roscoe. Roscoe was now fast asleep
on his back, with his legs in the air, paying no attention to them at all.



Cat and Scott's wrestling with each other on the bunkhouse mats, their powerful
young and muscular bodies naked and oiled, was now well into its second hour.
They were both liking the workout and punishment they were giving each other,
and, even more, enjoying the sensual, erotic and sexual pleasure they were
getting from it.

More and more, as they grappled and tortured each other's powerfully muscular
body, it became more and more of a big cockfight between the two. And, with
that, both felt themselves getting more and more aroused. Soon all of the
hot white cum that had been so long accumulating in their bodies would demand
to be released.


This time the powerfully muscular Scott had once again pinned the not unwilling
Cat to the mat underneath him in a figure-four head scissors and body press. And,
with it, he had once again impaled Cat's head on the mat by stabbing his long
and rock-hard man-tool deep down into Cat's mouth and throat to choke him on it
to keep him in place.

Unable to free his head from under Scott's pressing body weight on him, and with
Scott's big, thick and hard rod stabbed down his throat, Cat tried desperately
to bridge out with his legs. But that only positioned his own stiff rod right up
into Scott's face, only a couple of inches away from his powerful grip In which
Scott lost no time in wrapping his strong fist around Cat's big tool to crush it
and squeeze whatever was in it to come out.

Desperately they struggled back and forth, Cat to escape and Scott to inflict
his punishment on Cat, to the great pleasure of both, until both could hold back
no longer.


In the next instant both wrestlers felt, and then tasted, all of their enormous
loads of hot, white cum in their powerfully muscled bodies explode out of their
huge tools. Scott's full load of hot white cum juice first exploeded and then
pulsed and poured deep down into Cat's ready and waiting mouth, while Cat's own
equally huge load of hot white cum burst out into Scott's own face and mouth at
the same time.

For what seemed like long minutes and more, all the hot white creamy man-juice
that was in their hot wet and naked bodies pulsed and poured out until finally
there was nothing left in either one, and both fell back exhausted.

Their powerful thrusts even woke Roscoe, who became quickly wide awake again,
while he watched quietly from the side as his two heroes covered and almost
drowned each other.

Roscoe knew it was good, however, and as soon as he saw both Cat and Scott drop
limply back to the mat, exhausted, it wasn't long before he too went back to his
own sweet dog dreams on his own mat beside them.



Buck was already up the next morning, in the kitchen starting to put a man-size
breakfast together for Scott, Cat, Roscoe and himself when he saw Cat coming up
the path alone from the bunkhouse. Typically, Cat looked wide awake and ready
for the new day. But neither Scott nor Roscoe were with him.

Coming into the open kitchen, Cat came up behind Buck and gave him a big
man-squeeze while Buck was at the sink. They never touched each other when they
were out in public, but in their own privacy that rule was waived. The hug felt
good to both of them.

"And did we have a good time last night with Scott?" asked Buck, a smile on his
face for Cat.

"Oh man, he's something else, and really great!" was Cat's reply. "Yeah, we
messed around for almost two hours `til we were both so tired and exhausted we
just collapsed."

"And so, if you're here now, what have you done with him?"

"Man, I expect he'll be here shortly - and Roscoe with him," said Cat. "When I
left, they were both still in Scott's bunk together, fast asleep. Scott's arm
was tight around Roscoe, and Roscoe was nuzzling Scott`s face.

"But, as we know that Roscoe likes his breakfast pretty promptly, and I expect
Scott will be ready for some breakfast too, I expect Roscoe will be waking him
up shortly for both of them to get started for the new day."

Which turned out to be the case. Just a few minutes later Buck and Cat saw Scott
and Roscoe coming up the path together, grins on both of their faces.

" `Morning," said Scott to Buck and Cat as he entered and as Roscoe bounded in
to go to both Buck and Cat for his usual morning neck and ear rub.

" `Morning, Scott, you and Roscoe are looking real good this morning - did you
have a good night's sleep in the bunkhouse?" asked Buck.

"Oh yeah, man, although I had to fight off this wild guy for a couple of hours
before we got to bed. But that sure went well and I think it ended in a draw.
Which means I expect we'll just have to go at it again to see what happens next
time," said Scott, grinning over at Cat, who went over to give him a tight neck
squeeze as if they were almost about to start it up again right there.

"But then Roscoe and I managed to keep this wild guy in line, and eventually we
all sacked out real good and I was gone until just thirty minutes ago when
Roscoe told me it was time to get up `cause he was getting hungry for breakfast.

"Speaking of breakfast," Scott continued, "whatever you've got going on there,
it sure smells good! Where do we keep Roscoe's breakfast food, as I'd better see
to that afore I see to my own!"

Roscoe himself answered Scott's question by standing right next to the cabinet
where his food and bowl were kept. Scott immediately spotted Roscoe's position,
brought out his food and poured it into Roscoe's bowl. As he put it on the floor
he was again rewarded for it by a big wet lick on his face by Roscoe.


Buck and Cat both quietly grinned to themselves and at each other. Never yet had
Scott said as much or been as enthusiastic about something. They knew Scott was
fast coming back to himself, and his demons were in full retreat.


The following Tuesday Dr. MacGregor came into Barton's Truck and Auto Repair
Shop in Gadwell, and saw Buck in the back of the shop helping one of the men
remove the transmission from a pickup.

Seeing the doctor come in, Buck came to the front to greet him warmly, as did
Roscoe, who was sleeping in the office. Their grins on seeing the doc was
matched by an equally warm grin on the doc's face.

"Buck," said Dr. MacGregor, "you and Cat, and I understand Roscoe too in
particular, really did a marvelous thing with Scott last weekend. He came back
like a new man, and we could see he surely was a lot more relaxed than before."

"That's mighty good to hear, Doc," said Buck, "but I think most of the credit
goes to Roscoe here. They hit it off real well right from the start, and Roscoe
took real good care of him. I think our man Roscoe knows when a guy's hurting,
and I can't think of a better man than Roscoe to help him get over it."

"Do you think it would be possible for Scott to join you for another weekend
some time?" asked Dr. MacGregor. "I know Scott had such a good time with you,
and I know he himself realizes the good it did him to be with the three of you.
If Scott could be with you some more, that would surely be great," said the
doctor.

"Doc," replied Buck, "nothing would give us greater pleasure than to have Scott
come out every week as often as he can. I know we surely enjoyed having him, and
I know Cat and he really got into it with each other, if I may say so without
getting either one of them in any trouble. And I know Roscoe would like nothing
better than to be with his buddy Scott again for as long as he can."

Roscoe knew they were talking about him, as evidenced by his standing quietly
but expectantly between them. As he looked up at their faces the open-mouthed
grin and the eager wag of his tail said he couldn't wait for Scott to join them
again too.


The End


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