Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2003 23:08:30 +0800
From: AntiIrony <egiggles@moose-mail.com>
Subject: The Gentlemen's Club: Riker

THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Riker

By and (c) Lady Poetess
http://www.bbp.uni.cc

Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictitious and has no resemblance to
anyone dead or alive. Any similarity to actual persons is merely
coincidental.


ONE

Riker Strongfellow couldn't imagine that he would ended up squeezed in the
back of a car with two gorgeous near-naked hunks. Okay, maybe he had that
one particular dream once that starred his favorite movie stars, but that
dream involved both big screen hunks doing really obscene things to
Riker. Right now, Riker was squeezed against the door and the two men and
sharing amused looks with his boyfriend Christopher Kennedy Masterson
("Kenny") who was driving through the rearview mirror while trying not to
look directly at what was taking place next to him. Riker wished he could
emulate the other guy that sandwiched the noisy lovebirds at the back
seat. Despite being squeezed between the other end of the back seat and the
lovebirds, Lane Carlson was blissfully snoring softly, his head resting
against the door glass.

The other guy seated on the front passenger seat had no qualms about openly
staring at Antonio Sabato, Jr and Ryan Phillippe making out heavily at the
back seat. Eugene Dwight the Third was a self-proclaimed sexual-frustrated
nerd, he wore thick and ugly glasses, and he sported a haircut that had the
unfortunate effect of making him look like a cross between Pee-Wee Herman
and Tweeledum. The only reason they invited him along was because Kenny
felt sorry for Eugene whose parents were away on some European vacation and
Eugene would be spending his summer break at the Virginia Military
Institure dorm. Eugene was unfortunately pretty obnoxious and was rabid
about getting laid. He was twenty-two, openly admitted that he hadn't
gotten laid before, and he was determined to get laid or die trying.

Ryan gave a low moan of pleasure that had Riker pressing his legs together
tightly to tamper the erection he couldn't help having. They were all in
their early- to late twenties, except for Tony who was in his late
thirties. Eugene had joked that aside from him, they made a walking
Abercrombie and Fitch booklet in this vacation trip to a large cabin Tony
had booked for them this summer. Riker wasn't sure if he fit the mould of
an A&F model, despite being almost hairless on his body and being a white
young man. Lane would - that guy with his near-perfect physique could have
walked out from the cover of the A&F summer booklet. Ryan with his blond
curls and slim but muscular physique and his long-time lover Tony could fit
the definition too. They made a startlingly beautiful pair that Riker could
only imagine that the gods created two beautiful people just to have them
become a couple to the exclusion of mere mortals like himself. Riker
glanced at Kenny, who always knew when to look at the rearmirror and return
a warm look filled with unspoken promises to Riker. That look generated
heat in Riker's loins more effectively than Ryan and Tony's heavy
breathing.

Kenny and Riker had been dating on- and off for a year now. The "off" part
of their relationship was when Kenny had to resume his college studies at
the VMI and they could only correspond via emails or weekend
phonecalls. But the few weeks they had when Kenny was at VMI and the breaks
when Kenny could come down had resulted in some of Riker's happiest
memories in his twenty-three years of living. They had met purely by chance
when their mutual friends introduced them last Christmas eve and Kenny made
a really bad joke about whether Riker could ride him as strong as his name
seemed to imply. They spent the whole evening with Kenny pursuing Riker so
relentlessly that Riker was flattered. To be fair to Kenny, Riker told him
in advance that he wouldn't be able to give Kenny what the man obviously
wanted. He couldn't bring himself to have sex, not so soon when he was
still having difficulty moving on from his rape and severe beating at the
hands of some violent thugs earlier that year. Riker wasn't even keen on
starting a relationship with anyone. But Kenny understood, to Riker's
relief, and dialled down his advances. They didn't do anything more heavy
than holding hands when Kenny took Riker to the skating rink and taught the
man to skate.

A year had gone by and Riker was starting to feel that maybe he could move
on. He was slowly beginning to feel his desire to live and enjoy life and
another human being's company as the months passed, and he began having
fantasies of having intimate physical contact with Kenny. The both of them
understood without saying that this trip would be where they would take
their relationship further. Riker looked forward to it as much as he
dreaded the possibility that his nerves would fail him and he would lose
Kenny, the man having been so patient to remain faithful to a man that
never allowed Kenny to fuck him.

"Jesus fucking Christ, get a room!" Kenny yelled.

Riker's reverie broken, he dared a look at the couple beside him and
quickly turned away. Ryan was gripping Tony's thighs with his hands and his
shorts was pushed down to the middle of his own thighs. Judging from the
wet sounds and the fact that Ryan was grinding his crotch down at Tony with
a pained-blissed look on his face, it didn't take a genius to figure out
that those two were doing.

"Shit!" Lane, who was now awake, cursed. "Stop the car, Kenny."

"Can I have a turn next when you're done, Ryan?" Eugene asked hopefully.

Tony lifted one hand and made the bird gesture at Eugene.



"Are they done yet?" Lane asked as he sat cross-legged on the grass. "Hey,
Eugene, stop looking at them!"

"Easy for you to say, you can fuck whenever you want," Eugene said from
where he was standing, looking with a raptured expression through the
window of the still rocking car. "Let me live vicariously at least."

"At least Eugene is not jerking off with those two," Kenny said, driving
Lane and Riker into laughter.

"Damn, I'm horny," Lane announced. "I wish Charlie is here."

Ah, Charlie, Lane's mysterious boyfriend. None of them knew Charlie well
and Charlie only showed up in Lane's lives unpredictably. Lane rubbed
absently at the bulge in his khakis. He wasn't wearing a shirt. If Riker
wasn't besotted with Kenny, he would be drooling at the view. Kenny's
physique wasn't as stunning as Lane's, but the man cut a fine figure right
now in unbuttoned light brown shirt that exposed his well-muscled chest and
corrugated stomach and in low-hanging shorts that exposed the top few
inches of his white Calvin Klein briefs. Kenny looked down at Riker and
grinned as Riker placed his hand at the start of the curve of Kenny's taut
buttocks, enjoying the feel of the white cotton Calvins under his hand, as
he caressed Kenny there. Kenny sat down and drew Riker to sit in front of
him, pressing them close so that Riker can feel Kenny's erection pressing
against the cleft of his buttocks.

"I think we're all horny," Kenny told Lane as he playfully pushed one hand
up Riker's T-shirt to pinch a nipple. "Maybe you can drive and me and Riker
here will fuck in the backseat while Eugene watch."

Riker chuckled as Kenny playfully nuzzled his neck. "How far more are we
from the cabin?" he asked.

Lane flipped the map down on the grass. "Probably another hour or so," he
guessed. "Fuck, it's been a long drive and I can't wait to hit the
showers."

"I can't wait either," Kenny whispered into Riker's ear, earning him a
shudder of delight from Riker.

"Fuck me," Eugene breathed in awe, "they're going at it for the third
time!"

"Why did we bring him along again?" Lane asked, shaking his head ruefully.

"I feel sorry for him."

Lane studied Eugene from where he was. "You know, he looks fat but judging
from that loser's arms and thighs, I'd bet he's more muscular than flabby,"
he said, looking over Eugene critically like the personal trainer that he
was.

"Well, military college does that to you," Kenny told Lane. "Eugene is too
short for basketball and too slow for most athletic stuff, but he's a
pretty good swimmer. I know he lifts weights too."

"He could slim down a little and work on his muscle tone," Lane said.

"You're going to help him look good and get a boyfriend, Lane?" Riker asked
teasingly.

"Ooh, Lane, you're so sweet," Kenny said in a mocking high-pitched girly
voice.

"Oh fuck off, guys," Lane said and returned to staring at the map. On
impulse, he pulled his mobile phone out of his pocket and dialled a
number. He frowned when he realized that the phone was dead. "Great, my
phone doesn't work. I'm stuck with you guys in the middle of redneck
country with nothing but trees in sight. Why do I feel like I'm walking
into a slasher movie and someone with a chainsaw will appear next in the
scene?"

"Eeuw!" Eugene made a sound. "Thank goodness I'm not sitting at the back."

Lane groaned. "Please don't tell me they have stained the seats."

"Okay, I won't tell you," Eugene answered back.

Riker laughed, and Kenny joined him, and they remained in that position,
sharing a chuckle and at ease in each other's arms, as comfortable silence
descended between them once the laughter ended. Kenny rested his chin on
Riker's shoulder. "I'm glad you came," he murmured.

"Me too," Riker admitted.



"Sorry guys," Ryan said as they staggered up to the cabin. "Tony and me got
carried away. I don't know why the car didn't start after we were done, but
we didn't mean to do it, I swear."

"I know," Riker said sympathetically as he watched Tony, Lane, and Kenny,
the strongest of the men, approached the cabin carrying the bulk of their
luggage on their backs and arms.

Their car refused to start after Kenny had stopped to allow Ryan and Tony
fuck in the backseat in peace and luckily for them, the sheriff's car
passed them at the point. An hour later, a tow truck arrived and Tony told
the repairman to bring the car to the cabin in a week's time.

In the heat, Tony had stripped down to his briefs only and he and Lane made
a stunning sight that had Eugene watching them with a sigh. Riker thought
they couldn't hold a candle to Kenny, his glorious Kenny, whose
sweat-slicked skin glistened in the fading light and made Riker want so
badly to lick the man's skin dry with his tongue. He paused at that thought
- he had never thought of doing such things before, even before his trauma,
and now, he was surprising himself with just how far his imagination could
go when it came to Kenny. He fumbled with the heavy bunch of keys until he
managed to locate the key to unlock the front door of the cabin. He opened
the door wide and walked into the cabin.

"No lights, no electricity, oh God," he murmured when he groped around and
couldn't find a light switch.

"Maybe there is a generator somewhere," Ryan said. "I'll look around the
grounds."

"Don't block the door, honey," Kenny said as he gently nudged at Riker with
his elbow, his hands carrying three heavy bags.

"Wow, you called me 'honey'," Riker said, letting the men pass.

"Must be love, baby," Kenny said with a wink.

Riker looked after the man, his heart beating so fast that he thought that
it would burst from the joy he was feeling.

"There's nothing, no shed containing a generator, nothing," Ryan said
glumly as he showed up at the door.

"Great! Let's sue!" Eugene said.

"I thought I made it clear that this is a true nature adventure," Tony
said. "That means no electricity, no modern amenities, just us and nature."
He frowned when a chorus of groans and curses answered. "Come on, this will
be fun!"

"If I want to relive life among nature, I'd watch a documentary while
eating fat-free yoghurt," Eugene complained. "Man, I was expecting a sauna
and some herbal bubble bath!"

For once, no one called him on his words.



TWO

Intruders had disturbed him again. Fury gripped him as he watched those
strangers moved around the cabin. They were pretty people, he had to admit,
except for that strange and short fat guy that just stood there and
complained while the others unpacked and cleaned. The watcher clenched his
fists in impotent anger as he could only watch - for now - how the
intruders messed up the furniture he had painstakingly arranged to his
liking. Well, he would get rid of them, as always. He would remove them one
by one without mercy or remorse, just like how he did away with the
previous unfortunate people that made the fatal mistake of spending the
night at Corpse's Calling.


"I can't believe I'm actually bathing in a freezing stream in the middle of
the night," Kenny grumbled as he pulled off his shirt.

"Yeah, it's romantic, isn't it?" Riker said in a genuinely awed voice.

Kenny paused in his act of pulling down his shorts to look at Riker. In the
dark, he couldn't see much, but he could see enough thanks to his more
advanced night vision cultivated by his military training. "I guess so," he
conceded.

"The stars, the whole nature thing," Riker said, "I'm starting to think
that Tony had the right idea all along."

No, it was a right idea now because Riker liked it, Kenny thought
privately. Kenny had wanted to respect Riker's privacy and give the man
room to adjust to his presence in this trip by letting Riker bathe alone
first. Riker was done, but he sat naked on a stone, his chin resting on his
knees, watching Kenny now. Kenny felt his cock swell under the man's gaze
as he kicked off his shorts, although he doubted that Riker could see him
clearly.

He wasn't an imaginative man. He was born in a household where routine and
pragmatism were encouraged and ideas and imaginations were seen as
frivolous. His parents were pretty adamant at raising Kenny and his
siblings to be very down-to-earth and realistic people. Kenny enjoyed being
practical, maybe too much - he had never experienced the teenaged rebellion
phase most people he knew did, he never did drugs or party, and his few
sexual experiences arose from stable, long-term relationships with equally
pleasant and pragmatic guys. They broke up when the lust that ignited their
relationship cooled down and Kenny never felt totally heartbroken by his
few relationships. He was, after all, practical. But with Riker, he felt as
if some long dormant part of him, that part that dreamed and delighted in
being frivolous, had taken wings and flown.

Those long phone-calls that sustained him when he thought he was pressured
beyond his limits, when he laughed at Riker's silly chit-chats and tried
awkwardly to contribute his own, he cherished them close to his heart. When
he had the chance, he flew down to see Riker and they would spend time
doing lovely little small activities like sharing a meal or just sitting on
the couch and watching TV. Kenny had a healthy libido and it was
frustrating not being able to fuck Riker like he so badly wanted to, but
Riker gave him back enough to make up for his blue balls. Riker made him
laugh and realize the value of sharing some quiet breathing room with a man
that made him feel a hundred pounds lighter in his soul. Riker taught him
to laugh and appreciate each laughter and to see the positive side of
events. Of course, Kenny had a long way to go before he could fully be free
from his pragmatism, and he doubted that he wanted to be free of them, as
he suspected that Riker enjoyed his company because Kenny was a practical
person that helped Riker find his own way when times were difficult.

A practical man would know when he had fallen in love. Kenny learned this
lesson from watching his parents still in love with each other throughout
the decades. He also learned from his parents' pragmatism to know that love
didn't necessarily mean outrageous and fanciful gestures and words. Love
didn't make one melodramatic - Kenny's parents were conservative types but
when Kenny told them that he was gay, they loved him enough to accept him
as what he was and adjust their own thoughts and values to allow Kenny to
remain close to them. It probably helped that Kenny was a down-to-earth gay
man that was a far cry from the party-loving fashion-conscious gay men
Kenny's father once stared in perplexment in an episode of Queer As
Folk. No matter what, Kenny learned from them that when it came to love,
sometimes it was just better that he accepted it when he had it and did his
best to hold on to it.

"Don't bathe yet, Kenny," Riker said, surprising Kenny. "Come here."

"What is it?" Kenny asked, making his way carefully through the weeds
growing on the riverbank. He made sure that his erection didn't brush Riker
even by accident. It still made him want to kill someone whenever he
thought of what those lowlives did to Riker, and it made him so furious
that he was unable to drive away Riker's demons and make everything okay
again.

"Can I try something I've never done before?" Riker asked.

"Sure," Kenny said, hoping that it was something sexual. He would give
anything for Riker to touch him in a sexual way.

And he cried out a "Hell yeah!" in delight when Riker straightened his back
and bent forward to hesitantly take a lick at Kenny's chest. "Maybe I
should bathe first," Kenny said, thinking of his sweat-soaked body, but
Riker made a sound of protest and forced Kenny to stand still as he
continued licking away at Kenny's skin. But Riker only slowly licked at the
same narrow region and while Kenny didn't blame the man for his hesitance,
he impatiently lifted his right arm and whispered, "Riker, my armpit,
please." And he groaned in pleasure when Riker buried his nose and mouth
obligingly among the thick furs of Kenny's armpit. Riker licked away,
apparently enjoying the taste and the odor of Kenny's sweat-drenched skin
and hair judging from the hungry mewling sounds the man was making. Kenny
stood there, head thrown back and eyes closed tightly as he luxuriated in
the delicious sensation of Riker's rough tongue against his smooth naked
skin. "No," he murmured when Riker moved from the cleft of Kenny's buttocks
down to Kenny's aching hairy asshole. "Riker, I should clean myself first,
baby... oh, don't stop, yeah, right there..." He spread his legs wide and
bent forward, supporting his weight by placing his hands on the knees of
his wide spread legs as he moaned when Riker's tongue timidly penetrated
the tight ring of muscles guarding his anal entrance.

"Are you sure?" Kenny asked when he poised over Riker later, slowly
pressing the tip of his cock against the tight entrance of Riker's
ass. "Baby?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm no longer afraid, Kenny. Please, make me yours," Riker
told him and then he cried out when Kenny began pushing his cock slowly up
the other man's tender anus.

For a moment Riker clung on to Kenny as he had a fleeting moment of
remembered terror, but Kenny's harsh whispers of reassurances and
comforting sweet nothings reminded Riker of whom the man fucking him now
was. "Kenny," he whispered as he tried to steady his nerves. "Christopher
Kennedy Masterson."

"That's right, Riker Peter Strongfellow," Kenny murmured. "It's me,
baby. Let me know when you want to me to get out or move. Just say the
word."

"Move," Riker told him as his nerves steadied. This was the right
thing. Every part of him was on fire and he was filled with rapture at the
realization that he had finally done it - he had touched a man he loved and
this man was holding back in concern for him. No one had ever shown Riker
such consideration before. "Move," he repeated as Kenny began to drive his
cock, slowly but steadily, in and out of Riker. "Oh!" he gasped as
indescribable pleasures exploded in the nerves of the inner muscles of his
anus that he wasn't even aware he had. "Kenny, oh Kenny, yes, yes, yes!" He
screamed out the last word as his orgasm exploded, splintering his senses
and driving him into an earthshattering bliss that left him insensate with
sensation overload.

Kenny, who hadn't had sex for as long as he known Riker apart from a few
lonely interludes with his hands, couldn't hold back even if he tried. He
felt his balls tighten and he only hastened the pace of his increasingly
violent thrusts until he felt the dam of his control shatter and his orgasm
bound him to Riker's climax, he holding Riker tight in his embrace as his
hips lunged hard in his final thrusts, sending his powerful spurts of sperm
to jet deep and high up into Riker's rectum with each fiery ejaculation
from his engorged cock.

When he could finally speak, Kenny slowly withdrew his half-hard cock from
Riker. Riker protested that he wanted to feel Kenny up his ass a little
longer, and Kenny had to laugh at the man's enthusiasm. "You okay, love?"
he asked tenderly. He reached for his shirt and bundled it before dipping
it in the water. As Riker looked at him questioningly, Kenny gently used
the wet shirt to clean up the mess between Riker's legs.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm feeling great, in fact. It's like I'm Sleeping Beauty
that has just awaken from a long sleep," Riker announced. He stood up on
the rock and stretched his arms. "I feel like shouting, for some
reason. You know, I think I'll do it. Cover your ears, Kenny," he said. And
then, he shouted, "I've been fucked! I've been buggered up my ass by
Christopher Kennedy Masterson and it's the best feeling in the world. I've
been fucked! All hail me!"

Laughing, Kenny pulled the man down from the rock into his arms. Their
shared laughter slowly died as Kenny bent down to kiss the other man. "I
love you," he whispered as he led them deeper into the water level. "When I
graduate, I'm going to move to New York and we'll be really together every
day."

"Or I'll move to where you are," Riker told him as Kenny began lathering
Riker's hair with shampoo. He sighed - Kenny had strong but gentle fingers
that massaged Riker's scalp in a delightful way. "I want to contribute to
this relationship too," he said. "I don't want you to be the only one
taking care of me. I'm not a baby."

"No, you're not," Kenny agreed. "You're the best part of me."



THREE

Lane Carlson sighed as the night breeze moved over his nude body. He placed
one hand on the railing of the balcony and let his other hand caress his
aching cock and wished that Charlie was here so that he could do the right
thing and expel the come that was boiling in his balls. He hesitated,
turning his head to make sure that Eugene was really asleep in the bedroom
behind. He didn't mind Eugene openly ogling his nude body but he felt
uneasy if the other man caught Lane in his vulnerable moment of
loneliness. Not that he wanted to betray Charlie by fucking Eugene - it was
an unthinkable concept for the once notorious playboy Lane to cheat on his
boyfriend even when he was really horny. It was funny, really, how hard and
low he fell. It was glorious how deep he fell even when he couldn't really
explain how his heart worked. Waiting for Charlie to come home and worrying
for his safety were bitch on Lane's nerves but Charlie was worth waiting
for.

"Be safe, Charlie," he whispered as his thumb absently rubbed over the
moist slit of his cock crown.

He sighed as he pressed the tip of his thumb into the sensitized slit,
arching his back as he pressed the base of his cock and his balls against
the cold metal of the railing. He let his index finger teased the sensitive
underside of his cock ridge as his thumb caressed the slit, teasing his
balls into producing more clear drops of lubricant. He lifted his other
hand from the railing and used his fingers to form a tight sheath around
the length of his cock shaft. Soon he was thrusting his cock through the
sheath of his fingers even as his other hand continued teasing his cock
head each time he thrust his cock deep through his tight grip. He bit his
lower lip so that he would not make any noise that would arouse Eugene from
his sleep, only finally gasping softly when the first hot spurt of his come
splatter so hard that his body shook as his molten fluids splatter on his
cheek and lips. Hungrily, he licked at his own juices as he clenched his
buttocks and felt his balls tighten and burn with each subsequent eruption
of his cock. He rubbed at the fluids on his chest and stomach with his
palms and then licking his palms hungrily until his lust finally cooled to
a controllable level and he could breathe steadily at last.

He stared down at the forest around him, his body slowly falling into the
familiar languid ease that followed an orgasm, and he licked absently at
his right hand at the lingering aftertaste of his semen. Then he gasped and
straightened.

He had seen someone sneaking around the cabin ground beneath him.




"What the hell was that?" Tony exclaimed as he looked up at the shout that
resonated through the hallways.

"Ouch!" Ryan gasped as Tony pulled his cock from Ryan's ass with bruising
urgency.

"Stay here, Ryan," Tony demanded as he threw on his briefs and grabbed for
the electric torch beside the bed.

"I'm coming with you," Ryan insisted as he threw on his shorts. "I've seen
enough horror movies - you will die if you remain behind in a dark room
while everyone else investigates the noise."

"Suit yourself," Tony said. "I bet it's just Eugene tripping over on his
midnight snack trip."

"Most likely," Ryan agreed as he hurried after Tony. He paused only to grab
the heavy clock on the bedside table, just in case.

It wasn't Eugene that shouted, it was Lane, and Lane shouted in
exasperation rather than in genuine pain. Lane was cursing in the kitchen,
having tripped and badly sprained his ankle in his chase after an intruder
that had broken into the cabin, as he explained to the men that had
gathered around him. Trust Eugene to take a deep sniff at the still naked
Lane and asked, "Is that semen I smell?"

Lane sputtered and mumbled as curious eyes turned to look at him. "Look,
the guy left a message," he finally said, gesturing at the crudely written
note stuck on the larder door.

Riker flashed his torch at the sign. "Go away or die. This is your last
warning," he read aloud.

"Someone has seen too many Scooby Doo cartoons," Tony declared. "Eugene,
you didn't...?"

"Hey, I don't play stupid tricks like this!" Eugene protested. "I was
asleep all along until Lane started shouting." He chuckled. "Looks like the
intruder had interrupted Lane's love affair with his own hands."

"Which is something you should be a pro at," Lane snapped back.

"Aw, you could asked me, I have a willing ass right here," Eugene cooed
nastily back at him.

"Come on, cool it off," Kenny urged when Lane made a lunge at
Eugene. "Remember your leg, Lane."

"If I can walk, I would have snapped you in two with my own bare hands,"
Lane growled at Eugene.

"Promises, promises," Eugene said simply, walking over to study the
note. "Man, his handwriting is atrocious. He actually spelled 'warning'
wrong."

"Okay, everyone time out," Kenny said as the others began talking at the
same time. "Tony, you and me will look around the grounds while the rest
will stay and make Lane as comfortable as possible. Love, can you and Ryan
take care of that?"

Riker nodded.

"'Love'?" Eugene echoed. "Is everyone here having sex except me? I hate
this triphanged out with you guys hoping that you guys can attract some hot
guys that I can try to score with. Instead I'm stuck in a house with pretty
boys fucking each other but me!" he wailed. "This is a nightmare!" He
paused. "Wait, except Lane, of course," he added with an evil look at
Lane. "He's just a sweet homeboy pounding away at his cock as he thinks of
his sweet honey boy."

"You are dead!" Lane growled. "Dead! I'll kill you!"

"Eugene, make yourself some sandwiches. I've bought some really nice smoked
bacon strips," Ryan reminded the man, "and they are in the larder, top
shelf."

As Eugene happily searched for those bacon strips, Ryan and Riker exchanged
a look. Ryan would have to make sure that Lane would not in any way manage
to get his hands on Eugene. Judging from Lane's murderous looks at the
happily humming Eugene, they would have a hard task on his hands. "Good
luck," Riker mouthed as he left the kitchen to get them more candles for
the rest of the night.


He had given them their chance to go away. Now all he had to do was to see
if these stubborn bastards would heed his advice. He thought of the
handsome man on the balcony playing with his cock with all abandon, his
powerful physique bathed in moonlight and so beautiful that the observer's
groin ached, and felt his disgust at these intruders congeal and
solidify. They had no right to be here and arouse disgusting feelings in
him. If they refused to leave, he would show them no mercy.


FOUR

"How are you feeling?" Kenny asked as he placed his hands on Riker's
shoulders and massaged the man until Riker purred.

"I'm fine," Riker assured him as he turned to smile reassuringly at
Kenny. "I'm no longer that fragile thing that needs taking care of,
Kenny. I can take it. Hell, I took your big cock and I didn't break last
night, right?"

Kenny grinned. "Maybe we should go a few more rounds, just to check if you
can really take it," he teased.

"Hmmm, good idea," Riker murmured as Kenny nibbled at his earlobe. "Come
on, let's stop or poor Eugene will kill himself. He's really wounded that
we are sleeping with each other, Tony and Ryan couldn't take their hands
and other parts of their bodies off each other, and Lane preferred his own
hands to Eugene."

"I thought you can't stand Eugene," Kenny said as he tightened his arms
around Riker's waist and watched as his lover made breakfast for
everyone. "I hope he hasn't spoiled your fun, but I feel so sorry for him
when he - "

"I know, baby. You're a big-hearted man," Riker told him, "and that's
nothing to be ashamed of. I find him rather amusing at times."

"He keeps Lane company while the rest of us fuck like rabbits," Kenny said.

Riker laughed. "Poor Lane. He probably doesn't expect us to hook up so
quickly - he no doubt hopes to spend some quality guy time with us and now
all he can do is to fight with Eugene instead."

"That's why Tony, he, and me are going to spend some quality guy time and
secure the grounds tonight."

"And that's another issue I want to talk to you," Riker turned to tell
him. "Ryan and I have talked and we agree that it's time you macho males
stop treating us like helpless weaklings. We don't need you to make us stay
at home. We can take care of ourselves and we want to help."

"Someone has to take care of our possessions," Kenny said smoothly.

"Nice try." Temporarily distracted by the eggs, Riker turned back to his
cooking. "This is starting to feel like a slasher movie."

"One about a masked madman armed with a chainsaw and missing tourists?"
Kenny snorted most unelegantly. "Someone has seen too many bad slasher
movies and it's not me, that's for sure."

"But either way, I am safe," Riker said with a laugh. "I'm obviously the
complex hero so I will be the one to face the deadly villain in a bloody
showdown."

"Oh, is that it? And how about me, the hero's love interest?" Kenny asked
as he looked over at Riker's frying the eggs and bacon. He took an
appreciative intake of breath and murmured that the eggs and bacon smelled
great.

"Hmm, I don't know. There are as many movies where the love interest dies
while trying to protect the hero as there are those where the love interest
survives after being saved by the hero. That's another reason why you
should stop trying to keep me safe while you do your macho heroic antics."

"And how about our friends?" Kenny asked, deliberately overlooking Riker's
blatant if unasked request.

Riker let that pass - at least until after he was done with cooking
breakfast. "Eugene is the annoying bastard, so he has first victim tattooed
on his forehead. Tony and Ryan are the slut couple, they will have to watch
their backs, especially in the shower. Lane is obviously a sidekick, given
his lack of love interest, so he best hope that Eugene, Ryan, and Tony live
as he's next after them. But that's in the movies. What do you think is
going on here, Kenny?"

"I don't know for sure until I check the grounds," Kenny told him. "And
then, once we have secured the perimeters, we'll work out a way to get the
call that bastard at the workshop and get the back sent to us as soon as
possible so that we can get the hell out of here."

"You sound just like an army guy," Riker said. "I like that. It's an hour
drive to town. We could just pack up and walk back to town."

"Well, maybe."

"You want to find the bastard, don't you?" Riker asked, studying Kenny's
face.

Kenny flushed a little in the face. "Well, we guys decided that we could
tackle that bastard - "

"You guys?" Riker echoed indignantly. "What does that make me and Ryan?
Your baggages?"

"Hey, real men keep their loved ones safe, and that's what we are doing,"
Kenny said haughtily. "Hey, the eggs are burning."

With an indignant sound, Riker turned to his eggs again. Kenny pinched his
buttocks playfully and wisely fled the kitchen before Riker could resume
their argument. He grinned - if this was what being married to Riker was
like, he could spend forever doing this, definitely.



Ryan unwrapped the towel around his waist and carefully dipped his big toe
into the river water. He shivered at the cold that met his contact with the
water but he could get used to it. He slowly waded into the river, letting
his body get used to the cold waters. Finally, he was waist deep in the
river. Letting the cool waters rinse his body, he let his hands rubbed
against his chest, wincing a little as his nipples, increasingly sensitized
thanks to Tony's sexual manipulation of them, sent a fiery twinge of
pleasure through his body in protest at his touch. The flowing river was
creating pleasant eddies that caressed his body, especially between his
legs, and Ryan spread his legs to let the cold waters course through his
thighs and teased the sensitive pucker of his ass.

Where was Tony? He said that he would join Ryan after he'd found the body
oil he seemed to have misplaced. If Tony didn't show up soon, Ryan would
start the party without him. Ryan reached down and let his fingers massage
his ass pucker that was starting to pulse with need. It was incredible how
Tony could still find new ways to pleasure them despite the years they had
been living together. Even more incredible was how a relationship like
theirs, that started in hate, could eventually become one that remained so
strong throughout the years.

"Tony, is that you?" he called when he heard a twig snap. Cautiously, he
picked up a heavy rock from the river bed. "Tony?" he called again, knowing
full well that Tony would not pull a joke, not at this moment, at least.

He cried out in alarm when he heard the distinctive sound of a crossbow
being fired, and he leapt out of the way just in time as a crossbow thudded
into a tree across the river out of the shadows. Ryan could make out the
form of a man. Cursing, he tossed the stone at the direction even as he
began shouting for help. Please let Tony be nearby with a decent weapon, he
hoped as he began scrambling towards the bank. He could take care of a man,
he had no doubt, but a man with a crossbow while Ryan was vulnerable? That
was so fucking unfair. And damn it, Ryan was really frightened now. "Tony,
where the fuck are you?" he shouted.

"Here, here," Tony said as he burst through the clearing. "Where? What?" he
asked urgently, looking around him, a thick branch in his hands as a
weapon.

Ryan pointed behind him, and the bolt gleamed in the moonlight.

Tony cursed foully as he embraced Ryan hard. "Thank goodness you are safe,"
he whispered, his voice shaking from barely controlled fury. That bastard
was a dead man now - he had gone too far when he fired at Ryan. No one
tried to hurt Ryan and get away with it, not when Tony had any breath left
in his body. That bastard was a dead, dead man.



"It's a shot not aimed at Ryan," Lane said. "It's too far from where Ryan
was standing." He bit his lower lip. "Or maybe he's just a very bad shot."

"Not likely - it's another warning," Kenny said, unfurling the roll of
paper taped around the shaft of the bolt.

"Well, what does it say?" Ryan said, walking into the clearing.

"I told you to stay in the house," Tony exclaimed, turning to look as Ryan
and Riker walked defiantly to join the three men.

"What does it say?" Riker asked Kenny.

Kenny scowled at Riker, but he read aloud the note nonetheless. "You have
your chance. Now you will die if you do not leave by sundown."

"Okay, that does it," Tony declared. "Let's get what we can use as weapons
and search every corner of this area until we find that bastard and beat
him to death!"

"It's a big forest, he can be anywhere," Riker pointed out.

"He knows these woods more than you guys," Ryan added. "Why don't we just
pack up and walk back to town. I think that's what the bastard wants us to
do."

"He shot at Ryan," Tony growled. "I can't let him get away with this."

"Can you all stop acting like neanderthals?" Riker cried out in
exasperation. "This has gone too far. You keep acting as if protecting us
is everything that counts, but does it ever occur to your egostical
stubborn self that we also want to see you safe? What good is it to us when
you die trying to satisfy some bullshit macho act?"

"I agree with Riker," Ryan said fiercely. "I'm packing up right now and I
am leaving - Riker, you coming? Good. Riker and me are leaving in half an
hour, and if none of you come along with us, consider your actions a
divorce on your part."

"What?" Kenny and Tony exclaimed simultaneously.

"I'm with Ryan. I love you, Kenny, but I'll be damned if I'm going to be
treated like porcelein ornament or worse, a prize moose head on your
wall. Put you guys in a forest cabin and all of you revert to cavemen! Come
on, Ryan, let's go pack."

"Wow," Lane said as they watched Ryan and Riker stormed from the
riverbank. "I'm glad I don't have macho issues like you guys."

"Shut up," Kenny snapped. "Come on guys, let's go back like they wanted us
to. We'll come back again once they are safe back home and this time we
will come alone and beat the shit out of this bastard."

"Good idea," Tony said.

"Boy, you two guys need help," Lane muttered under his breath as he
followed, still limping slightly, after them.



FIVE

"Where the fuck is everyone?" Eugene Dwight the Third called out as he
wandered through the cabin. "Guys? Have the evil intruder killed all of
you?"

Damn, where were they? Eugene woke up an hour ago and there was no one in
the cabin. For a moment he feared that they had left without waking him,
but to his relief, a quick peek in the bedrooms soon prove that the guys'
things were still here. So that meant that either the guys were out or they
were in trouble. Eugene hoped it was the former. He hated doing anything
too dangerous. This vacation was already ruined as far as he was concerned,
because he was hoping that they would end up somewhere with people. With
cute guys like Lane and Kenny around to attract attention, Eugene hoped
that he would get lucky and finally get laid. He was twenty-three, way too
old to remain a virgin. He needed to lose it bad.

"What the hell!" Until today he had no clear idea what happened, but he
opened the door to the study and then a man pounced on him, shouting angry
invectives as Eugene lifted his arms to ward off the man's blows. He lay
there for a few seconds, trying to assimilate the fact that someone was
attacking him. With a roar, he pushed the man off him.

Lane was correct when he remarked that while Eugene was short and rotund,
his bulk was pure muscle. The intruder was easily pinned down on his
stomach.

"Are you the freak trying to drive us away?" Eugene asked curiously. When
he got no answer, he reached down and turned the man to face him. He
blinked in surprise when he found himself looking at a man so beautiful
that Tony and Lane paled in comparison. Wow, Eugene thought. Hello, his
libido said. Momentarily stunned, his hold on the other man weakened, and
the man took advantage of his, pushing himself out of Eugene's grasp.

"No, you don't," Eugene growled, reaching out to grab at the back of the
man's shirt. There was a loud tearing sound and the man stumbled and
fell. Eugene tossed the torn shirt aside and ran towards the man. He didn't
care who the man was anymore. His lust had taken over, driving what little
left of his conscience, and it was a merciless Eugene that tore the man's
jeans down the man's hips so hard that the seams of the jeans ripped apart
noisily.

The man screamed when Eugene's thick cock clumsily pushed hard at the
entrance of his anus before tearing apart the vulnerable soft flesh to
plunge deep. Eugene cried out at the unbelievably hot and tight sensation
of his cock being enveloped by this deliciously tight sheath for the first
time in his life. He began to thrust his thick and heavily muscled thighs
roughly, actually laughing at the futile attempts of the man under him to
punch and bruise Eugene's barrel chest and hard rounded belly. Eugene
lifted the man's thighs higher by hooking them over his shoulders so that
he could plunge his cock deeper into that hot steaming hole.

Having that thick cock fucking the shit out of him soon had the stranger
stop fighting and instead driving his own bottom to meet Eugene's hard and
savage thrusts. The day was steaming hotter and soon sweat was coating
their lustily coupling bodies, resulting in their thighs rubbing against
each other in delicious ease as Eugene's large and low-hanging balls
slapped heavily against the stranger's buttocks. Then the stranger was
convulsing as his orgasm seized him, and Eugene roared is masculine triumph
as his cock exploded, sending his fiery semen to flood the stranger's
inside as his final act of domination.

"What's your name?" Eugene demanded harshly as he looked down at the man he
had lost his virginity to. So beautiful, with thick dark eyebrows arching
over startlingly dark brown eyes, with cheekbones so exquisite that the
stranger looked like an aristrocratic lord lost in the woods. An unfamiliar
burst of tenderness wound around Eugene's heart, mingling with
possessiveness as Eugene's mind growled, Mine - this man is mine. "I'm
Eugene Dwight the Third."

"Santiago Magill," the stranger said, looking away in a demure gesture of
defeat that made Eugene adore him even more. "You are in my house," he
whispered and tears fell from under his eyelids as he shut his eyes
tight. "My house."

And Eugene realized that he couldn't bear to have Santiago look away from
him. "I'll make it right," he said, gently kneading each side of the man's
temples so that Santiago would look at him once more. "I won't let those
guys hurt you the way you try to hurt us," he said, only a little
wryly. "Why do you do such things to us?"

"You are in my house," Santiago said fiercely. It was a momentary
fierceness that vanished the next heartbeat when his shoulders drooped and
he looked away again, defeat etched on his too-handsome face.

"Leave it to me," Eugene promised him. "You're mine now. I'll take care of
you."

He lifted Santiago up gently, a far cry from how he had roughly rammed his
cock up that man only earlier, and Santiago wrapped his legs tighter around
Eugene's torso as Eugene carried him and walked steadily towards the couch,
each step driving him only deeper into Santiago. He was soon erect again,
needless to say. He looked down at the juncture of their joined bodies and
touched the base of his shaft, where his own juices glistened and his
fingers came away stained with a little blood that came from Santiago's
bruised anal passage.

"I've never done this before," Eugene confessed. "What I know came from
porn movies..."

But he seemed to know enough, judging from how Santiago kissed him and rode
him hard as Eugene pounded back just as hard as Santiago grind down at his
cock. He also bit Santiago's right nipple so hard that it bled when they
both came for the second time that day.

That was how the others found the two men. Santiago was arching his back
and riding Eugene like a mad bronco cowboy, Eugene's impressively thick and
long cock almost falling out of Santiago's ass with each deep thrust and
withdrawal, and then Eugene clumsily grabbed Santiago, trying to turn them
around so that he could be on top. Being Eugene though, he ended up
toppling them from the couch to the floor instead, where, unfazed, Santiago
went wild as Eugene's pale but rock hard buttocks pounded away between
those well-muscled legs clasped around his thick waist.

"Holy hell," Lane said in reluctant admiration.



"I just wanted to drive you away," Santiago said meekly, looking nervously
at his hands on the table. "This cabin is mine. But they said because my
grandmother didn't leave a will, they have the right to take it from me."

Riker watched from the doorway as Kenny came up behind him. "Poor guy,"
Riker said. "He's been living alone all these years in the wilderness since
he was a kid and this cabin was his home. No wonder he goes crazy when we
show up and take over."

"He tried to shoot at Ryan."

"It's an accident," Riker corrected Kenny. "Look at him, Kenny. He doesn't
strike me as the type to deliberately kill someone."

"Yeah," Kenny said reluctantly. "Even Tony doesn't want to kill him anymore
after Santiago broke down and wept beautifully before Ryan. Poor Santiago
indeed. He loves animals, keeps a large number of birds, squirrels, ducks,
chickens, and even a bobcat that he calls his family, and Eugene is going
to buy this cabin so that Santiago can live here always. Who would've
thought that Eugene has this in him?"

They both looked at Eugene standing behind Santiago as Santiago explained
his situation to Ryan and Tony in the kitchen. Eugene seemed startled when
he realized that he had his hand rested protectively on Santiago's
shoulder. He looked at his hand as if he couldn't believe what he had done.

"You think those two can last?" Riker asked.

"They barely know each other," the ever pragmatic Kenny pointed out. "But
if Eugene wants to stay behind here with Santiago instead of running back
to civilization, I guess he's pretty serious about this."

"He'll find the experience very interesting," Riker said. "We had a great
time falling in love, after all."

"Better than great," Kenny corrected him. He bent to kiss Riker, only to be
interrupted when Lane walked in to inform them that their car had
arrived. "Lane, your timing sucks. Can't you give me some privacy and let
me kiss my man? Well, go tell Ryan and Tony," Kenny told Lane, who grinned
back and flashed Kenny the bird. Kenny silenced Riker's laughter with his
lips.