Date: Fri, 26 May 2006 08:34:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Liv Lap Lux 08

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" 08
The continuing epic fantasy of the `Buffalo Boys'
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Hey, that's not fair!"

"What isn't fair, Dario?"

Dario suddenly changed his mind about Mac pinching his
nip, as he went for the blue dot, in the Twister game.
He decided not to get mad, but to wait and get even.
Sure enough, when the next turn came around, Dario had
to reach over Mac. His crotch came right up to Mac's
crevice.

"What you think you're doing, Dario?" Mac questioned,
in his Irish brogh.

"Playing the game!" he smiled.

"Somebody hurry up and spin?" Mac shouted out, trying
to bend lower, over Ron's bare back.

However, Mac had to wait three spins, to get Dario off
his back, which resulted in Dougie causing all the
guys to fall to the floor.

"Dougie, you spazz!" Matt called him, as Dougie's chin
hit him in the balls.

"Sorry `bout that. Um, by the way, are you a top of
bottom?"

"I prefer top, but I have bottomed."

"Whew! That's good."

"Why's that? You don't bottom?"

"Never have, but I do like to get with the oral stuff,
if you know what I mean?"

Matt wiggled his eyebrows, not refuting Dougie's
insinuations. With the game ended, they decided it was
bedtime. The quartet, Nick, Dougie, Steve and Matt
stood there, in the pool room.

"Well, is tonight going to be the night?" Steve
questioned Nick.

"It's up to... what do you say, Douglass?"

Dougie turned to Matt and asked, "I'm game, you?"

Like a full circle, the question came back to Steve's
pocket.

"I dunno. I still feel kind of funny. Um, one thing
is, we can't rightly do this in front of the guys that
are staying in our rooms."

"Oh, I didn't think of that," Nick replied.

Dougie to the rescue!

"Um, there's the rooms the boys have vacated."

Nick says, "Yes, but they won't be made up til
tomorrow."

Steve quips, "So, you never changed a bedsheet before,
Nick?"

"Actually," Nick lets on, "we had the same service in
our house. No, never did it completely on my own."

"How's that?" Matt asked.

"Well, when I was a kid, I wanted to help the maid do
it, so he let me."

"You had `male' maids, Nick?" Steve questioned.

However, Dougie, eagerly asks frankly, "Um, can we get
on with this? I've been horny over Matt all day!"

"Um, yeah. Me too!" Matt agrees.

Nick says, "Race you to the door, Steve!"

Steve took the stairs two at a time, shaming Nick.

"Oh man are you out of shape," Steve said, slowing his
step, as they came to what they figured a vacant room.

"Not at camp I wasn't. It's these last coupla days,
it's this living in the lap of luxury, that's done it
to me, Steve," Nick replied, gasping for air.

"Just think, Nick."

"What?" Nick asked, as Steve had his hand on the
doorknob.

"After you suck and lick me, all you have to do is lay
there while I pound your ass!"

"I can't wait."

When Steve opened the door, they both replied, "Oops!
Sorry guys!"

Backing out, they laughed.

"Hot scene to jerk off to, huh Nick?"

"I'd rather jerk off to `our' hot scene, Steve."

"Um, I wonder what happened to our boys?"

"I don't even think they made it up the stairs.
Probably Douglass has Matt on his back already."

"That I doubt," Steve replied. "No, Matthew likes a
long, long period of foreplay before he... ahem! Does
me in!"

"So, you do like to get fucked, Steve?"

"By him. Why, you want a try at it?"

"Well, it's not like I haven't taken an ass in my
lifetime, Steve."

"Um, before we get started, that Twister game kind of
sweated me up. Mind if I take a shower, Nick?"

"Help yourself."

Steve reported immediately to the adjoining jon.

"Don't take long, Steve."

"Oh, I wouldn't."

Nick could tell, Steve already stepping out of his
shorts. He did the same for himself, tossing them on
the chair. He noticed the sheets had been changed, so
pulled down the bedcovers, lying down. As he often
said at home, he repeated over to himself, `Ahhhhhh,
living in the lap of luxury', putting his hands behind
his head and stretching his naked body out on the
mattress. Time seemed to go by faster than what his
mind let on. Looking to the jon door, steam pouring
out, he decided to get a jump on the evening. Sitting
on the edge of the bed, he hoisted himself out and
walked across to the jon door. Smiling the whole way,
his cock began having pitter patters, his hand finally
taking up the need to provoke the sensation. When he
split the sliding glass door open, Steve had something
to gawk at.

"Oh my! You didn't even wait for me, Nick."

"Happens."

Without asking, nor waiting to be invited, Nick closed
the silver trimmed glass door behind himself, walking
right into Steve's arms.

"Ooooooooooooh, I've been waiting all afternoon for
this!"

Nick seconded the motion. Down the hall, true to
Steve's and Nick's thoughts, Dougie and Matt wasted no
time. Since the unofficial rules of the Twister game
had the two shucking socks and shirts, taking off the
unzipped bottoms, peeling away the interiors, left the
two ready to jump in the sack.

"I don't know where to start, Dougie. All of you looks
sooooo good!"

"When Nick does it, he goes straight for my chest."

"Salty!" Matt replied, tasting the smooth middle.

"Yeah, um, cool, but can you kinda hurry it up, Matt?"

"Told you I like long foreplay."

"No you didn't."

"I didn't? I could've sworn..."

"Nope."

Matt smiled back at Dougie. He didn't have to spell
out the fact that something was poking him in the
stomach, almost fucking his bellyhole.
However, true to Steve's response to Nick, he did like
a long period of foreplay. Riding up on Dougie's bod,
he took hold of the nineteen year olds wrists and
bound them above his head, going for the lips. In slow
motion, without breaking their lips apart, Dougie
slowly lowered their arms, clasping interwoven
fingers, to Matt's sides. Then, with a lilting body
motion, forced hands behind the twenty-four year olds
back, shifting his left side up so that Matt fell on
his side. Soon Dougie was man on top. Grinding his
stalk into Matt's crotch, he broke off the kiss.

"Um, I guess you can't wait to fill my ass, huh?"

"I've been off and on hard for you all day, Matt."

"Well, can't stop destiny, I suppose."

"Except..."

Dougie careened over, back from whence he came, lying
on his back on the bed.

"Whatsamatter, Dougie? You sick or something?"

"I can't do it."

"Can't do what?"

"Sorry Matt."

"For what?"

"Disappointing you. Matt, I can't fuck you."

"I'm not disappointed, Dougie."

"You're not?"

"Nope. I'm happy enough that I got to lay with you,
kiss you. That's good enough. I'd rather have some
friendly necking, then heavy sex. I mean it's not like
I'm your lover."

"Precisely, Matt."

"Whew! I'm glad you agree, Dougie."

"I mean, I like you a lot Matt. In time I'll learn to
love you, but I think as a cool friend."

"Hey, that's just what I was going to say."

"Oh cool. I was hoping you would agree."

"I'm cool with it."

"I wonder how Nick and Steve are doing."

"Do you think they `got there' yet?"

"I dunno. Let's lay here in the dark and hug each
other. Mind doing that, Matt?"

"Not at all."

"By the way, I like your fuzzy chest and stomach."

"I'm not as hairy as Nick."

"You can say that again."

"I'm not as...."

Dougie didn't let Matt finish, closing in for a
lip-lock.

"I can't believe for a grand, luxurious home like
this, they're so chintzy on the hot water!"

"Think of it as conservation, Steve," Nick
rationalized, drying himself off.

"You're bod is just so hot, Nick," Steve deviated from
the subject, pinning Nick up against the vanity.

"Is this how you humiliated those muscle jocks you
talked about, Steve?"

"Oh no. I haven't gotten to that point yet."

"Oh? The way you talked.... hee heee.. I can't believe
the story you told me about your boss making you eat
that blueberry muffin from his bare-naked pubes."

"Quiet or I'll have you..."

Steve's head dropped to his chest, watching Nick fall
to his knees.

"Ooooooooooh," Steve gasped.

On his way down, Nick stuck his tongue out, painted a
line of saliva down Steve's bod, down his blond trail,
darting quickly in and out of his deep navel, then
sweetly kissing his way down his treasure trail,
skipping his pubic hair, to slide down his 8.5c, like
a ski slope. When he got to the summit, he ascended,
mouth open.

"Oooooooooooh shit!"

Steve's hands went to the sides of Nick's head.
Choking, Nick pressed his hands against Steve's
thighs.

"Ooops! Sorry `bout that Nick."

"No problem. I mean... I didn't realize how big you
got there, Steve."

"No, my fault. I got carried away, Nick. Um, why don't
we head on into the bedroom."

"Cool. Then I can take my time getting you aroused."

"Getting, Nick? I'm way beyond that stage already."

However, when they entered the bedroom, from the
adjoining jon, they had quite the surprise.

"Well what's this, Matt?"

"Yeah, Dougie. We thought you two..."

"Chickened out, I guess," Dougie foretold.

"I wouldn't say that," Matt tried his hand at
explaining, "more like... well..."

"I didn't think it's right that I fucked Matt."

Steve and Nick look at each other.

"I can understand that," Steve replied.

"You can?" Nick asked, puzzled.

"I imagine that like me, Dougie sees Matt, like I see
you, Nick, as a hot stud wanting to get breeded,
but..." walking over to Matt, Steve continues,
"there's only one man in my life that I want to be
involved in that ritual. It's like a something
sacred."

"I know where you're coming from," Nick replies,
walking over to his honey.

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"Damn it!"

Dil slowly turned his back over, then uprighted
himself.

"Something wrong, Peter?"

"Yeah, I'm frustrated."

"Over what?"

"Don't laugh."

"I wouldn't do that. Now, talk to me, Peter."

"While your back was to me, I figured I could scoot up
behind you... put my arms around you, hug you," Peter
said sweetly. "I wanted to make your waking up
special," then frustrated, added, "but these damned
legs didn't want to cooperate."

Sliding down, Dil let his body turn, facing the laid
out guy just a year younger than himself.

"Good morning," Dil bellowed, kissing Peter on the
cheek. "Can we start all over again?"

"I suppose."

"Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"Somewhere between last night and this morning, I've
decided that I like you very much... that I want to
stick around you."

"Yeah?" Peter's attitude rose up a few hundred
degrees.

Dil could tell his heartfelt words created a new
meaning for Peter.

"Right. Peter, there's nothing here for me. Wherever
you are headed, I'd like to come along."

"I haven't talked too much about that to you, Dil, but
I'd like that. Only thing is, with the accident and
these bum legs, I kind of got sidetracked from
college."

"That could work. That's how I got screwed here, with
Adrian. I never could get enough cash together, to
attend college. We could both do it together."

"Cool!"

"I know pottery had been your interest. Have you
thought of another area of preference?"

"Tell you the truth, Dil. I got so hung up in my own
disabilities, then the thing with...." he looks at
Dil.

"What, Peter?"

Smiling, he says, "I guess I don't have to worry about
meeting a guy anymore."

Dil accepted the statement, bending over giving Peter
a sweet kiss.

"Only one thing could drive me away."

"Oooooh, don't..."

"Don't worry, Peter. Wouldn't happen, unless I hear
anything more of you `can't do this', `can't do that'.
I'm here for you and we're going to work on you
getting your life back together, together. I mean,
you're not the only one here that has lost a sense of
purpose, you know?"

"I kind of figured that out, Dil, the way Adrian
treated you. Must of been like being his slave."

Getting up on his knees, facing Peter, Dil replies,
"Well, that's a thing of the past and whatever has had
you depressed, is behind us."

"I like that sound of that, Dil... `behind us'. Man,
you don't know how I longed to hear something of that
sorts."

"Well, we're going to start your new life..."

"Our new life, Dil?"

"Yeah, our new life, with a walk."

"Walk?"

"Yeah, me walk - you ride!"

"Oh. `That' kind of walk. I sure wish that..."

"Un-uh... there's that negative attitude rolling in.
C'mon. First we'll take a little shower."

Dil points out the dry stains on Peter's stomach.

"Remember me massaging your insides last night,
Peter?"

"Hell yeah! How can I forget! Oh man was that soooooo
sweet!"

"And when you blew your load all over yourself?"

"Best orgasm I've had in a coupla years!"

Dil had Peter back in the swing of things.

"C'mon. Tub time!"

"You're crazy!" Peter called Dil.

Doing as requested, Peter put his arms forwards and
let himself flop over Dil's back. As with having to
pee yesterday, his tippee toes touched the floor,
while being carried off to the jon.

"Um, one thing you have to be careful of."

"What's that Peter?"

"When I'm sitting in the tub like this, I could slip
down underneath the water, so don't leave me alone for
a minute."

"Good tip. I'll keep that in mind. But don't worry. I
don't have any intentions of losing you."

As good as gold, Peter knowing Dil's intentions set
him back in the saddle of happiness. He hadn't felt
this awesome in such a long time that he couldn't keep
the grin off his face. At first Dil knelt, facing
Peter, then carefully stepped over him, trying to get
behind him.

"Hee heee...."

"What?"

"Nothing. Except you just bonked me in the head with
your balls!"

"You don't think I didn't notice?"

"I almost looked up and tried catching one in my
mouth."

"Oh don't you worry. There will be plenty of time to
go fishing, Peter!"

As Dil slipped behind him, he warned, "Now, I know
your legs don't have feelings, but these balls sure
do, so be careful you don't go sitting on them."

"One thing."

"What's that, Peter?"

"Steve said something about making that cottage behind
the house handicap-friendly."

"That he did. So?"

"I think we should make sure it has a wide bathtub."

"True. My idea isn't working out too well, is it?"

"Not bad. I hope you don't mind me saying so, but...."

Peter looked over his shoulder.

"Listen, Peter, if anything troubles you, I want you
to let me know. That's part of making a relationship
grow."

"Okay. Your knees are like squishing my rib cage
together."

"Is that why you're turning blue?"

They laughed, as Dil carefully pressed himself up from
the tub.

"I suppose you're going to complain about that, too?"

"Well, Dil," Peter said rather comically, "I never got
rained on by a set of wet balls!"

"Only by a pumped cock, huh?"

"Oh man that orgasm was so hot last night, Dil!"

"Hmm...."

"What?"

"I'm just thinking about the competition I'm up
against, with tonight's close encounter!"

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"Oooooh, I think I have a love hangover...."

Steve, waking before the others, discovers his arms
are enfolding not Matthew, but Nick. He's actually
pleased that his comment didn't stir awake the others.
With his hand already over the side of Nick's bod, he
reaches down and strokes his hand over the soft, furry
pecs. At the same time, he can't control the action of
his cock, against Nick's ass.

"Mmmmmmm, feels nice Dougie," Nick compliments.

Backing off, Steve laughs.

"What tha? Oh, it's you."

"What's the matter, Nick? My chest stroking isn't as
nice as Douglass'?"

"No. I mean yes. It felt... good. Tell me something,
Steve."

"Shoot."

"If it came to where you and I... if you..."

"If I had the opportunity to fuck you, would I have?"

"Um.. yeah."

>From the other side of the bed they hear, "Damn, Steve
would you pound his ass and get it over with?"

"Douglass!"

The both of them yelled his name out together.

Matthew, the last to enter the world of the living,
quizzes, "What's going on?"

Dougie falsely states, "Nick wants Steve to fuck him
and I gave Steve the go ahead."

"I did no such thing," Nick called out, Steve refuting
the statement, as well.

Matt stunned them all, frankly admitting, "Hell, I
kind of still feel horny to have Dougie up my ass!"

"Can we watch?" Nick jokes.

"Yeah," Steve leads them on, "would be cool fuckin'
Nick and watching you two go at it."

"Forget it, Steve," Matt replies.

Knowing they all had to get up and be on their way,
back to NJ, Dougie gets up, telling them all, "To be
continued!"

%

"I wonder how Peter made out?"

"Is that what you're thinking about? I thought maybe
it had been the spider on the ceiling, Dash."

"Spider! Eeeeeeks!"

"Calm down. There's no spider."

"Oh good. I hate them wretched creatures."

"Maybe so, but if I ever want you in my arms this
quick, I'll know what ammunition to use!"

Sure enough, Dash had cuddled up into Boone's embrace.

`You know I'm real proud of you, Dash."

"What on earth for?"

"One thing, all last night while we played around, you
didn't make mention of your brother once. Did you know
that?"

"I had realized that, no. Must've been...." Dash
stops, midsentence.

"What?"

With his index finger running loops around the hairy
path of Boone's right nip, he replies, "Y'know,
neither one us fessed up to which role we wanted, in
bed."

"I know," Boone lets out a long sigh, "lying here with
you, kissing, having your tasty tongue licking around
my nips... have you discovered one of my weaknesses?"

"Like right now, I figured your cock stretching out,
had been a product of my finger provoking your nip to
get hard."

"Last night your tongue did a nice job, as well."

"Oh believe me, Boone, you weren't the only one
getting something out of that. I mean, the tip of my
tongue feeling your hard nub felt so awesome."

"It did, did it?"

"Hell yeah... I wanted to do soooo much more, but we
fell asleep."

"More, huh? Like what?"

The two soft generators, between Boone's legs began to
pump up the power, sending waves of electricity
through his crotch, at the description of what
pleasure Dash's tongue could provide. One of the
reasons Boone provoked Dash's imagination.

"Um, wouldn't you rather me show you than... you
know?"

Grinning away, signaling each other that actions speak
louder than words, communicated the necessity to carry
out the affirmative to Dash's questioning.

"Hell, what're you waiting for, man?"

Sideways, Dash scraped across Boone's bare stomach and
pubes, causing quite a tumult, for both.

"Hee hee... looks like we both have a lot in common!"

Boone's assumption had been correct. As if two pieces
of a puzzle fitting together correctly, slowly their
quest at defining roles, as the eighteen year olds
came together. Dash hardly felt his chest fuzz, scrape
along Boone's stomach, but his tongue sure did sense
the defined trail separating Boone's stomach, licking
his way down.

"Nice!" Boone commented, at the licking motion.

All the way down Boone's stomach, Dash licked away at
the light brown colored belly trail. Instead of
dragging himself along Boone's pleasure center, he
slowly slid to his knees, raising up his own ass. As
if a carefully executed plan, he rose up as his face
reached his destination, Boone's already inflated
boner.

"Oh man! We're going to have such a hot life
together... I know it!"

Tracing the tip of his tongue down Boone's shaft,
Dash's beginnings of a goatee, helped massage the 9c.
All the time, he stare up Boone's bod, taking in the
sight of his defined trail, it disappearing between
pecs, Boone's chin, as he sank his head into the
pillow, his mouth wide open, resulting from the
awesome feelings. All the time Dash licked, sucked and
carried out with his oral pampering of Boone's cock
and balls, he stare pillow-side to gain Boone's
reactions, other than the constant guttural moanings.

%

"Not so bad, was it?"

"Um, no."

"What's the matter?"

"You've still got soap on you, Dil."

"Where?" Dil cross-examined himself.

"Three inches or so below your cute navel."

As Peter lay flat on his back, on the bed, Dil looked
down his naked body, examining his front, pulling his
stomach in with his hands, to gaze beyond.

"If it wasn't so soapy, I'd help you out of your
pre'dick'ament, Dil."

"Hee heee... I think I could use it.. hey, let me go
back and shower this off. Chances are, it could still
be hard when I get out."

"If it's not, I could firm it up for you again?"

"Horny bastard!" Dil accused Peter.

Leaving the room, both felt giddy. Peter pressed with
all his might, boosting himself up towards the
pillows. `Damn legs! Why don't you just move!' But
they didn't, so Peter had to use the rest of his body
as a tool to drag them along for the ride.

"That was quick, Dil."

"What can I say, Peter. You've gotten me all excited."

"And you just can't hide it?"

Quoting the Pointer Sisters song, Peter looked upon
Dil, at the half-hardened schlong.

"Well, it stayed mostly hard. I tried being careful to
make sure I `touched' it while washing the soap off."

While talking to Peter, he slowly lowered himself on
the bed. As he bent down for a kiss, his leg swung
over the twenty-three year olds bod, nestling next to
his left rib.

"Oh man was that hot!"

"What?"

"Your cock stabbing me in the stomach, Dil."

"Hmm.. I'd rather have it stabbing somewhere's else!"

"Can I lube it up for you?"

Smiling, Dil thought Peter jumped the gun. He figured
on some sweet lip-locking first, but opted out, to
make `Peter' happy.

"Of course," Dil deviated from plan.

Knowing that it would feel like sweet torture for
Peter, Dil purposefully dragged his cock up his belly,
getting some sweet sensations, dragging it between
Peter's pecs, through the soft, sandy blond chest fur.

"You're doing that on purpose, Dil, aren't you?"

"Doing what?"

Dil knew, cracking a toothy smile.

"Making me wait like that, `sadist'!"

"Okay.. I admit it, but I better get a good lube job!"

"Oh, you will. Guaranteed or your money back!"

Unlike good business, Dil didn't wait to sign a
contract. Opening up for business, Peter formed an
`O', the lube chamber readying to accept Dil's fucking
vehicle.

"Mmmmmmmm," Peter chimed, as Dil sunk into his mouth.

"Ever deep throat?" Dil asked.

>From down deep Dil received a negative response, so
didn't push it!

%

To Be Continued with the new series:
*Buffalo Boys Start Rockin'*

Author's note: Follow this link, to read the earlier
stories of the `Buffalo Boys'. With this 13 segment
introduction, you will have better insight of whom the
characters are and from where they originated.

/nifty/gay/authoritarian/buffalo-boys/


Copyright 2006  T. Chase McPhee
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