Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2006 10:05:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Living In The Lap Of Luxury 02

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to
accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or
governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a
sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships
offends you, then you should not read this story.
Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in
most state and countries, you are not allowed to read
this story by law. Check with your local laws
regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is
fiction. Use protection in real life. `Got condom?'

"Living In The Lap Of Luxury" 02
The continuing epic fantasy of the `Buffalo Boys'
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Are you sure this is okay with Nick, Dougie?"

"Of course. He trusts you. I trust you. Um, could you
soap up the top of my back now?"

"Sure."

"That's it. Nice. Anybody ever tell you that you have
a nice way with a cake of soap?"

"It's soap gel."

"Oh. Whatever. Feels real nice the way you rub it on
me."

"Thanks. Um, Dougie?"

"Yeah."

"I'm having a problem here."

"Ran out of soap?"

"No, it's not that."

Dil's hand slides around Dougie's shoulder, as he
pirouettes. Unintentionally, it glides down his pecs,
falling off his bod.

"That was nice too!"

"I didn't mean it."

Water cascading down, all over, reveals the wet look,
soaking over and over the front of their bods.

Twenty-two year old Dil opens with, "I probably
shouldn't say this..."

"Say what?"

"You'll probably thinking I'm flirting with you,
Dougie."

Figuring the classic line right on the tip of Dil's
tongue, Dougie summed up the eye movement, down, then
up his bod.

"You wouldn't be a queer gay boy if you didn't!"

Smiling, Dil replied meekly, "I think you're good
looking."

"Then just don't stand there."

"What?" Dil backed off an inch til his back hit the
sliding glass doors of the shower stall. "What do you
mean, Dougie?"

"Simple. Hug me."

"But what about Nick?"

Rolling his eyes, Dougie replied, "Um, we're in a new
millenium, plus it's only going to be a friendly hug.
It's not like I'm going to flip you around and stick
my cock up your butt!"

First, Dougie's smile made Dil smile. Then his grin
made Dil giggle. Before long, Dil began making his
advance.

"Nick wouldn't get screaming mad if he whipped open
the shower door and caught us hugging?"

"Nope. You kidding? Matter of fact, he'll probably
strip down and jump in here with us!"

"No he wouldn't," Dil doubted it.

"Um, you going to do it before the water turns cold?"

Helping Dil overcome his shyness, Dougie placed both
hands on either side of Dil's bare, wet torso, reeling
him in like a fish. Soon both blond's bellytrails
touched. As if natural, Dougie's head went to Dil's
right shoulder, completing the manuever. He had to
momentarily drop his arms, to pick up Dil's, placing
them to his own sides. After that, Dil got the hint,
placing his palms on Dougie's back.

"This feels so nice, Dougie."

"It does," he replied, taking a chance on placing a
small kiss on Dil's shoulder.

"How tall are you?"

Dougie didn't think it too romantic, but answered.
"Six feet. Um, you?"

"Same. Um, I hate to say this..."

Dougie backed away, saying, "You're not gay?"

Smiling, Dil replied, "Worse. I'm..." then looking
down between them, "hard?"

"Hmm," Dougie replied, eyeing up their cocks readying
to do battle, "No doubt about that!"

"Which brings me to my original question."

"Oh. When?"

"Huh?"

"When did you have that question, Dil?"

"Oh. Way back when you made me hug you."

Dougie giggled, conscience-stricken, asking, "Like you
hated doing it?"

"Oh no. It felt great. I'm only concerned that...
well, I don't want to come between you and Nick."

Wickedly, Dougie replies, "You might like it!"

"Huh?"

"Never mind. What's your question?"

"Alright if we dry off?"

"Sure."

Exiting the shower, Dil handed Dougie a lush, soft
towel. With waists wrapped, they proceeded back to the
bedroom.

As they faced each other, sitting in armchairs Dil
apologized, "Oops, sorry," when his hard shaft poked
out between the slit in the towel.

Both laughed heartily. Here they had both witnessed
their wet cocks fucking, in unison, then poking each
other, like musketeers in the shower and Dil was
worried about exposing himself!

"Now I'll apologize for being stupid!"

"No need, Dil. Been there - done that, Dil."

With that little episode in the past, the two buckled
down for some boytalk.

"What I was wondering, Dougie. Is it wrong to like
getting fucked and fucking?"

Feeling like a father and his sixteen year old son, on
the verge of `the birds and the bees' conversation,
himself the father, Dougie began to reflect on the
matter.

"Not at all. I mean, I've never seen you getting
fucked, but like me, fucking our men over for what
seemed like eternity, I figured you liked fucking,
Dil."

"Oh, I did. I'd want to do it again, but..."

"But, you like getting it too."

"Now I'm not so sure."

"Oh? How's that go, Dil?"

"Even though Adrian fucked me maybe twenty times, none
of those times I really liked it."

"What do you mean?"

"He wasn't gentle any of the times he fucked me."

Dougie brought his chair closer. He took Dil's hands
in his.

"Look, I'm real sorry about that, Dil."

"Thanks," Dil hung his head down, as if ashamed.

Dil's bowed head forced Dougie to look elsewhere, as
he explained,
"All I know is that you had been forced into something
that you couldn't get out of. You acted on your own
volition and..."

"What's volition mean?"

Thinking about it, Dougie replied, "I don't know.
Sounded like what I meant. I know I heard it somewhere
in a discussion like this. I think it means somebody
desiring something."

"Oh. Okay."

"So, anyway, you couldn't help getting into this bond
with Adrian."

"Bond? How do you mean that?"

"Well, a situation you couldn't get out of, so you got
stuck in it."

"Oh, right." Then Dill took the lead, "When you fucked
Nick just now, Dougie, he was so... at peace with you
fucking him, like he was enjoying it."

"Oh, believe me. He was. You saw how he couldn't wait
to get his shirt off, almost tearing it open... the
way he shed his pants so quick."

"Yeah, like a dog in heat!"

The two burst out laughing.

"Exactly, Dil. Nick lives for my cock up his ass."

"I can see why, too."

"Oh?"

"You're so gentle, Dougie. The way you slowly slid
your cock into Nick, then so slowly moved it in and
out.. that is, until..."

"Until we both acted like jockey's, seeing who would
be the first to unload our spunk?"

"Yeah. Oh man it felt so awesome too! Dougie?"

"Yeah?"

"Does it always feel as good as the first time?"

"Which part?"

"All of it. I mean, when I first... well Nick, shoved
my cock for me, into Adrian's ass, it felt so damn
tight. His insides like `glued' to the sides of my
cock, massaging it as if a masseur knowing how to
pamper a guy's back."

Dougie went to say something, but Dil, excited about
doing it the first time, kept on.

"And then, even though I was in there for what? An
hour?"

"Um, yeah it seemed, but...."

"Oh man did it stay tight and it felt totally
incredible!"

"Still does!"

"What?"

Gazing at each other, Dil followed Dougie's lead,
glancing down to his lap. The white, lux towel
stretched with the inner protrusion.

"Dougie?"

"What, Dil?"

"Never mind."

"No, go ahead. Got something to say? Say it!"

"No, I can't."

"Listen, Dil. We're friends. No, more than that...
really good friends."

"Yeah, I feel the same. Like I've known you for
awhile, but it's been what? A coupla hours?"

"Whatever. Just the point. Who else do you know as
well as me? The gardener?"

"No, but he's really cute!"

Another round of laughter filled the bedroom.

"So?"

"Okay. Silly as this is, I'll ask...."

"Come on," Dougie prodded.

"Okay. Here goes. Will you fuck me?"

"Sure."

"But, you're supposed to say `no' or at least think
about it."

"I know. When Nick comes back, I'll ask him if it's
alright."

"And he'll let you?"

"Hey, even if I went ahead and did it, he'd
understand."

"Nick would forgive you?"

"It's not about forgiveness. Fucking a guy without
asking, well it depends on who the guy is. Nick knows
you, knows you're a nice guy. I mean, I doubt that
this will be the end of the three of us seeing each
other."

"You think so, Dougie?"

"Look at it this way, Dil. You're an artist. Nick's an
artist."

"He is? Wow! Small world! What is his medium?"

"Briefs or thongs?"

Dil chuckled.

"Sorry for laughing."

"That's okay. I know if it's the lowrise ones, he
takes a medium, but he used to wear boxers. I've seen
him in a thong and those ass cheeks, man....."

"No, Dougie," Dil cut in. "Medium, in art, means what
kind of art is within his field."

"Ooooooh... I knew that! Sculpture. Like his father."

"His father is an artist?"

"Um, have you ever heard of Cristos Kyriopoulos?"

"Who hasn't! You mean... oh man what an idiot I am!
Nick Kyriopoulos. I should've put two and two together
right away. The same Cristos Kyriopoulos who designed
the sculpture settings for the Seagrams building's
diningroom when Mark Rothko pulled out?"

"Ah, yeah, I suppose..."

"The same Cristos Kyriopoulos who designed the
fiberglass showroom for the Steuben Building on Fifth
Ave.?"

"That's him," Dougie replied, trying to make it sound
like he knew what Dil was talking about.

"Nick's gotta be the luckiest son in the world!"

"He's not the only one," Dougie told Dil, thinking of
himself for a change.

"Um, by the way. What does his father think about him
being gay?"

"Like it was nothing."

"Very lucky man and..." Dil hesitated.

"Let's not go through `that' again. C'mon. Ask it."

"I think this is the case, but are you two like
serious lovers?"

"Now I'm going to bust you on that question, Dil!"

"Okay. I deserve it. Now I can say what I really was
going to say."

"What's that?"

"Nick and you are nice together. You're fortunate to
have each other."

"And I'm sure out there, a man is waiting for a guy
like you, Dil."

"I hope so. Up until now my life's been like on a
downwards slump."

"Well, don't you think for a minute that Nick and I
are going to let you keep falling." His hands climbing
up Dil's forearms, Dougie insists, "From now on your
life is going to be a series of uphill swings. Believe
it!"

With eyes getting misty, Dil confesses, "If you and
Nick hadn't come along, I'd probably be stuck here, as
Adrian's boytoy, forever."

Glancing into Dougie's eyes, his face leaning
forwards, Dil confesses, "May Nick forgive me," before
placing his hands on the sides of Dougie's face, his
lips closing in fast.

A few seconds into the heartfelt kiss, Nick opened the
door.

"Ahem! Having fun are we?" He smiled, wiggling his
eyebrows.

"Oh hi Nick!"

A look of horror on Dil's face, he asks Dougie,
quietly, "He's not mad, is he?"

"Does he look it?"

However, instead of keeping up the mask of happiness,
Nick fell into a saddened stupor.

"Uh-oh," Dil stated.

"What's the matter?"

Nick replied, solemnly, "I have sinned."

Getting up from the chair, Dougie starts walking over
towards Nick.

Glancing down, Nick says sarcastically, "Looks like
you're ready to sin!"

Dougie cracked a smile.

"Matter of factly, I was gearing up to."

"Oh? And how does that go, Douglass?"

"Oh no. You go first, Nick. I wouldn't want to prolong
your suffering."

Nick returned to his guilty mode.

"Well you see... um..."

Just then, Adrian appeared at the door, his hair
disheaveled.

"Well you see," Nick repeated himself. "While out back
of the gardener's cottage, burning Dil's fake of the
painting in question, um... well it got kind of
boring, making sure every last scrap of that
monster-sized painting got burnt up and well, Adrian
here started to shoot his mouth off, like some
wiseass.... one thing led to another..."

Seeing Dougie and Dil standing there, toweled waists,
arms crossing pecs, Adrian caught on to the stall, as
well as those two.

"I made Nick fuck me," he said nonchalantly,
purposefully butting into the side of Nick, as he made
his way past.

"Oh, I see," Dougie's eyes followed Adrian, one
particular place, all the way to the bed.

"Forgive me?" Shot out of Nick's mouth.

"Yeah. Okay."

Dil replied, "Just like that, Dougie?"

"Nick was going to tell me, weren't you, Nick honey?"

"It was on the tip of my tongue," he replied, still
eyeing up the tented towel.

Dougie, full of wicked thoughts today, says, "Hungry
for my cock?"

Moving over to Nick, he thrust the towel from his
waist. As if seeing it for the first time, the 10c,
bursting at the seams with it's juices, Nick licks his
lips.

"Oooooh, so sweet!"

As soon as Nick gets to his knees, Dougie whips his
hips around.

"Too bad I already promised Dil."

"You what!"

What a sight Nick looked like, kneeling there on the
floor, all ready to open up and swallow. Now, hands on
his hips, he looked like a starving artist, whimpering
at the loss of a gourmet meal.

"It's okay Dougie. You don't have to," Dil filled them
in, ever so scantily on the subject matter.

"Oh no," then looking towards Adrian, Dougie confided,
"time you received a proper fucking. Not some rush
job, raping your ass just to get it filled with a hot
load!"

"Sorry," Adrian meekly said.

"Yeah right," Nick replied to the apology, "bet you
don't have a compassionate bone in your body, Adrian!"

"And you should know Nick, the way your hands were all
over me as you fucked my ass?"

That shut Nick up.

"Really Nick? Hands all over him? Hmm... you better go
right to the jon and wash them this instant," Dougie
told him, as if his mother.

At least Dougie could joke about it. Silence prevailed
for about a minute, until he broke the ice.

"So, what's it going to be, Dil?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Um, I think I know what this is about," Adrian summed
up.

Nick went to wash his hands. It left Dil and Dougie,
their attention trained on Adrian.

"Want to fill us in, Adrian?" Dougie dared, arms
folded over his bare chest, one hand dropping to
fondle his own private parts.

"I'll be the first to admit. I fucked you wildly, but
I can be gentle," Adrian put it smoothly.

Dougie, even more smooth, put it, "Like a wolf?"

"Will you give me a fuckin' break? I'm trying to show
some feelings here!"

Exiting the jon, Nick informed the room, "Oh, he can
be gentle. I'm witness to that, after I tamed him a
bit."

"Wonders never cease, Nick."

"That works both ways," Nick reported back to Dougie.
"We both have a lot to learn about each other."

Didn't Dougie know a lot about that, after Dil rattled
off all of Nick's father's sculptural feats.

It took a few moments of space to confront each other
with that special bond between Nick and Dougie. Enough
time to get Adrian on his feet and close up to Dil.

"Now who am I going to fuck?" Dougie asked, his
attention on the two.

"Um, I'll volunteer," Nick replied, his hand up like a
grade school kid.

Nick quenched thoughts of volunteering his ass out for
Adrian's `gentle side', his hand going instead, in the
middle of his lover's thighs.

"Mmmmm.. now that's more like it, however...."

Withdrawing his hand, Nick replies, "You're never
satisfied, Douglass."

"I could be if your mouth replaced your hand!"

It was Dougie's turn to play, telling Nick to get on
the bed, on his back. Straddling the hairy chest, his
butt feeling up his lover's hairy stomach, Dougie
leaned forward, as mouth opened. This time, with the
bottom boys on their backs, the top men toyed with
their willing victims. Yet, Dougie didn't hesitate to
offer to share. Reaching over, he took Dil's hand,
placing it around Nick's barrel.

"You don't mind, do you Dil?"

"No problem, if you don't!" Dil replied anxiously,
awaiting the new experience of four on the bed.

As Adrian inched up to Dil's chute, legs on his
shoulders, he could see Dil stiffening up over
touching Nick's rod. Or, maybe it could have been the
anticipation of cock tip touching his ass opening?
Only Dil will know a thing like that, for sure.

%

"Banzai!" Scott shouted out, ditching himself in the
pool.

"I wonder how that felt?" Dario asks Zek.

Sitting next to him in a lounge chair by the side of
the indoor pool, the two chatted, while their other
halves, Gil and Brian talked, waist deep in the pool.

"What do you mean Dario? Force of the water, tugging
on the chain?"

"Well, sure." Dario replied, now looking at Scott,
whom readied for another cannonball, "I don't know how
long Scott's had those clamps on his nips, but for
sure the force of impact has to have some kind of drag
on the chain."

"Maybe we not know, unless we try it?"

"What are you suggesting Zek?"

A toothy smile, gracing his daring face, Zek replies
to Dario's inquiry, "Maybe that man in charge of Scott
have more clamps?"

"Reinken, you mean?"

"That name of Scott guardian?"

Filling Zek in on the proper terms, as Dario has found
out from hearsay, out of the mouths of his gossiping
peers, "Scott's `Sir', his slavemaster."

"That how you call it. Master and slave. Like back in
my country."

"You still have that system?"

"It's how you call it... `underground'?"

"Same here, I reckon. Yeah, maybe Reinken has some
extra toys. But are you serious Zek? You and me
putting some clamps on our nips?"

Zek's smile, his grin extremely intoxicating, reving
the Floridian Italian-Latino up to the fact that this
could prove to be quite the erotic activity, put some
pizzazz into his crotch. The pool surrounded by flesh,
left nothing but a hand for coverup, as Dario's 8.5c
swelled.

"C'mon. We go ask now or you wait til cock goes down?"

Even though Nick gave the Buffalo guys ample time to
improve on their tans, Dario's skin achieved a darker
status.

"I guess I'm no bigger than you!"

As if he didn't know, Zek looks down. He smiles,
himself turning crimson, at his 9.5c jutting out from
his dark haired pubes.

"We go together, big. Maybe it help this Reinken `Sir'
to let us borrow nip toys?"

Dario smiled, taking Zek's hand, to lift him out of
the chair. He had to be swayed, to let his hard shaft
`fall' out of his pubic region, as Zek pulled his hand
away. As if boyfriends, the two held hands, walking
along the pool's edge towards where Reinken sat, comfy
in a lounge chair, sunglasses propped up on his nose
bridge, a green julep in one hand.

"What do you think is going on there?" Gil asked
Brian.

Both eighteen and nineteen year old tops watched as
their bottom boys headed in Reinken's direction.

Brian reacted first, diving from the waist position,
flat out, saying over his shoulder, "I don't know, but
I'm not waiting to find out!"

"I'm with you!" Gil called out, on Brian's heels.

By the time Brian and Gil hoisted themselves up to the
pool's edge, their muscular biceps heaving their toned
bodies out of the water, Zek and Dario had already
began conversing with Reinken.

Brian, more outspoken, busted into the conversation,
"Um, what's going on here, Zek?"

Before Zek or Dario could give any sign of their
presence before the former Turtle Lodge couselor,
Reinken replied, "Looks like your boys are interested
in some heavy duty `nip work'."

"Dario?" Gil questioned.

"Um, yeah. Zek and I got to talking and..."

Zek enlightened them, "It really my idea. Brian, you
know how my nips are sensitive and..."

"Oh, don't I know that. Damn," the nineteen year old
Aussie informs them all, "I've gotta be the first top
that ever lived that has to cater to chewing on your
hairy pecs!"

Even Reinken got a kick out that. Gil spotted the
already long 12.5 spike hardening up, between the
German's light-haired thighs. Contrary to what he
thought he thought, Gil started to get the same
reaction.

"I beg to differ," Gil began to input his own
expertise on the subject. "Way back at the beginning
of camp, at Timber Creek, I recall Dario here as quite
the top...."

Dario cut in, reminiscing, as to recall the facts,
"And you the bottom?"

"Yeah, well I never thought of myself as a top
until..."

Right now, Reinken, along with Zek and Brian grew
increasingly entertained by the subject of the early
days of Dario's and Gil's relationship. At least,
their hand movement, sliding down their bare thighs,
enroute to their pleasure zones proved the interest
was there!

"Until you," the nineteen year old Italian-Latino
continued, "decided you wanted to try to fuck me!"

"Like Dougie pointed out," eighteen year old Gil
continued, "guys do stuff like this at summer camp. I
can't help it if I'm a bottom all my life, I see a hot
ass and think that I want to fuck it!"

They never saw Reinken laugh so hard, spitting his
mint julep out of his mouth, spraying it all over his
own chest, stomach, pubes and beyond.

"Oh fuck! Pardon me... `masters' and future
`slaveboys'," Reinken already tagged the players, "I'm
gotta go take a dip. Wash this off."

Watching Reinken boost himself effortlessly out of the
chair, the four took in the twenty-six year old's
physique, taking the perfect dive into the pool from
the spring board.

Starting off the four jock parley, Brian asks, "Zek,
are you sure you want to become involved in this
stuff?"

Dario enlightens them, "Reinken.... um, the `Sir',
says it's called BDSM."

"What does that stand for?" Gil asks.

Helping Dario out, Zek replies, "B means bondage,
getting tied up..."

"Yeah and the `D' is for discipline..."

Gil kids, "You, Dario? Discipline? Who had to wake you
up and drag you out of bed at four o'clock every
morning?"

After the giggling subsided, Dario knowing the score,
Zek continued, "S&M means Sadistic and Masochistic."

"Yeah, we're the Maso's and Reinken's the Sadistic
one."

Loosely defined, yet getting the point across, both
Gil and Brian stand there, hands on their torsos,
thinking about it.

"What do you think, Brian?"

"I'm not sure, Gil. I'm not sure that I want to become
involved with all this."

"You don't have to," Dario states, boldly.

Gil then questions, "Oh? How does that go?"

Zek answers, "Reinken already tell us that he play
with us."

"Play with you?"

"Yes," Dario helps out, "Reinken is not out to really
hurt us. Just turn us on."

"Yeah sure," Gil says, with first hand knowledge, "the
way he let what's his name turn Dougie on with the
leather strap on his back?"

"Hmm, funny thing is, I forget his name too," Dario
replies to Gil's forgetfullness.

Then the two see Brian's and Zek's questioning.

"Um, you want to fill us in, mates?" Brian asks, in
that hot, Aussie accent.

"First day of camp, Dougie acted like a real snot,"
Gil said.

Dario cut in, "Yeah and that's putting it mildly. One
of the counselors lay a strap across his back about
thirty times."

"Our Dougie?"

As Brian put it, every guy showed a brotherly love for
Douglass Thomas Hazard, as if the godfather from
Tennessee. Nick changed him from the onery bastard, to
a more compassionate person, displaying leadership
qualities that changed the whole of Buffalo Lodge
campers. It's one of the virtues, that caused Nick to
admire, eventually fall in love with the eighteen year
old. Now that reverberations of those qualities shone
through the other campers, attesting to his diversity
as a qualitative human being. (Deep, huh?)

"Yeah. Nick still owes him two demerits," Dario added.

"Nick?" Brian questioned, "Owes Dougie two demerits?"

"Wrong!" Gil calls out.

"Oh yeah," Dario interpets Gil's remarks. "Nick tried
to pawn off on us that Dougie was `supposed' to get
two demerits, but we all know that he really owed
Dougie somewheres near twenty-five."

"Hee heee," Gil giggled, "Even then we knew Nick and
Dougie had feelings for each other."

"Right," Dario concedes, "Then, we could tell that
Dougie would never get what's coming to him."

Back on course, Brian asks, "But what about you two?"

"I have idea."

Three heads flicked in Zek's direction.

"Maybe you," pertaining to his topguy, Brian, "and Gil
do not want to look upon us, to play this BDSM game.
How `bout we play with Reinken, then we show you what
he do to us. If you want to play with us the next
time, then you come play with us."

"Or," Dario, wiggling his eyebrows, retorts, "maybe
you guys will want to play with our bodies, without
Reinken?"

Gil, a little squeamish on the whole spectrum,
decides, "I think it's a good idea. What do you think,
Brian?"

"I think it's a cool idea. I mean," putting his arm
around Gil's shoulder, he proceeds, "I have wanted to
get o know Gil a little more `intimately'?"

Neither Dario, nor Zek seemed to have a problem with
that.

%

To Be Continued....

Author's note: Follow these links, to read the earlier
stories of the
`Buffalo Boys' and "Muscle Jocks For Domination".
These stories will pave the way, for better insight
into whom the characters are and from where they
originated.

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Copyright 2006  T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold or made part of any
collection without prior written permission.


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