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Subject: Dooby rhymes with Scooby Part 23 DOOBY rhymes with Scooby Part 23 By Jamie Haze All the other students, no matter what grade, scrutinized the new guys at Blair Academy. There was a pecking order, the school was like an inverted pyramid, everyone, it seemed looked down on others they felt beneath them unless they were jocks. Dooby, Cory and Christian felt uncomfortable on their first day there. At lunch, the three felt eyes on them. They were at a disadvantage since they were day students, unlike the majority of students at Blair Academy. They ate their lunches silently until Dooby, tired of the sneering whispers piped up, “I’ve got an idea, let’s charter a jet and head to Coral Place for the weekend! We can bring our books and do our studying there.” The three missed Coral Place and their friends from Georgia, no matter how impractical the idea was. They knew they couldn’t go, they had lots of work to do, but that didn’t stop Dooby from dreaming and putting the snooty assholes in their places. Someone from a close table overheard, “Yeah, right, like you could really charter a skateboard to cross the street,” he challenged while he jeered, testing the three newbies. “Have you ever flown commercial?” Dooby asked him in mock astonishment as if he was horrified by the concept as his acting ability kicked in. He was on a roll, “I haven’t, what’s it like?” he asked eagerly, generally at the table the comment came from. “We’ll just use dad’s jet, like always, as long as you stop trying to pay him – that’s embarrassing.” Cory volunteered and warned. He continued, ignoring the intrusion into their conversation, “but no further than Marathon. We are not to leave the country again, or I, that is we, get cut off from using it again.” Dooby looked morose and properly warned. ‘Shit, well I sort of wanted to go back to Paradise Island, maybe Saturday night. I’ve still got the six thousand I won last time, and I feel lucky again.” The tables within hearing distance grew quiet. Dooby’s look suddenly brightened with a thought. “I know, I’ll charter a chopper in Marathon so the plane can stay there, and your dad won’t know,” he concluded happily. The same jeering voice intruded again, talking to his friends, “Yeah, what assholes. I’ll bet they’re new shippers (on scholarships) and don’t own shit like half the guys in here.” Cory identified the voice and acted without thinking of the possible consequences. Suddenly, the mouth found himself face down kissing carpet and feeling a painful arm lock. Although the guy was clearly forty pounds heavier, Cory had no problems controlling him as he pushed the arm higher and hissed in his ear, “Look motherfucker, my last name is Spelling. If you eat food you may have bought it from one of our stores. My big mouth friend is Harold DuBois the Second, for whatever that’s worth, he’s a French Count, but while he’s here, he’s just Dooby, and won’t speak a word of French. The other guy’s father is an attorney with one conglomerate client, and you question our right to be here?” The kid admitted he might have been wrong as Cory increased pressure on his arm. Cory released the arm, helped the dumbfound boy up and offered his hand along with a smile. It was all over in thirty seconds. “Hi, my name’s Cory Spelling.” The boy rubbed his arm before he smiled and shook with Cory. “Trust my luck to fuck with a wrestler. I’m Zack Bradley. My grandfather plays golf with your dad all the time.” Christian and Dooby were standing behind Cory actually looming over him in case anyone else wanted some action. Christian grinned, “Carl Bradley? I’ve played with him and Charley, Cory’s dad.” He giggled, “That was a profitable Saturday morning at a hundred a hole.” He ignored the gasps from around the silent room, “I’m Christian Dunn.” Zack cracked up. He grabbed Christian’s hand and pumped his arm. “You’re THAT Christian? Man, gramps is still moaning about that round, but he’s looking forward to playing you again because you helped his game even if you are a ‘sarcastic prick’, I think that’s the term he called you. None of the guys gramps plays with are used to getting skunked as in lose every hole and to just one guy yet. You give expensive lessons. Hey, my game could use some help, you want to play sometime?” Christian agreed without hesitation because Charley told him he’d be playing with future contemporary power brokers, so if asked, agree and to always play his best and beat the shit out of them if he could, to gain their respect and culture their true friendships. The ice was broken. Zack seemed to be the leader of the old money clique as opposed to the ‘new’ money crowd and lastly the lowly boys there on scholarships, once prominent families or not. When Christian introduced Dooby, Zack hesitated, looked at Dooby strangely and bowed over his hand. After he introduced them to the three guys at his table, he guided them through the dining hall and introduced the three to other select guys regardless of grade level. What Zack was doing was announcing to the entire student body that Cory, Christian and Dooby were social equals and instantly in his clique and to fuck with them was to fuck with them all. Word quickly spread through the school that Dooby was a French Count and incognito while in America to study so by the time Dooby and Christian appeared in the locker room to change for Lacrosse tryouts, everyone knew. What the other students didn’t know was how one treated a titled Frenchman until Dooby became Dooby by working his way through the lockers, introducing himself and cranking everyone’s arm. He even wished everyone luck in making the team. A few guys even grinned and looked at their right hands in amazement. Zack Bradley came running in late while most of the others drew their equipment. He lugged a bag containing his own as did Dooby and Christian. By then Dooby and Christian were naked except for helmets and shoulder pads, and playfully dueling with their sticks – playfully, but skillfully. Zack grinned, dropped his bag on the bench beside them and promptly stripped as fast as he could to join the action. Three pairs of eyes roved, almost unnoticed. All three enjoyed what they saw, “You guys will be a Godsend to our team, man, and did we suck the big one last year. We won one fucking match the whole season,” Zack moaned as his stick blocked Dooby’s from ‘accidentally’ landing on Christian’s armored shoulder. He stopped and backed away staring at their body’s openly, delighted that he found an excuse. “How’d you guys get such great tans?” he asked and cocked his hip toward them pointing at his small strip of white skin. He also noticed that both were carefully very neatly barbered and wanted them to notice that he was too. Christian and Dooby noticed. “We just got back from vacation,” Dooby answered with a shrug, “we spent the last couple of weeks on a private island in the Keys. That’s what we were talking about at lunch when we were so rudely interrupted, motherfucker.” Dooby giggled at Zack’s contrite expression, “Don’t worry about being taken down so fast, Cory does it to me all the time,” he interjected and continued unaware that the room became hushed both from Count Dooby’s using the word and using it to tag Zack Bradley of all people, one of the apparent heirs to the Bradley banking fortune along with his cousin. “The island is called Coral Place. We fished, swam and did a lot of diving all bare ass. Have you ever heard of Auggie Bligh, Bligh Communications and Bligh Media Group?” He didn’t wait for an answer from Zack, but he got a nod along with several others from the guys listening and admiring their tans and/or their three bodies openly while they had the chance and were invited to. “Auggie owns it and where Auggie goes, his staff goes, even his CEO. They were bare ass all the time, so when in Rome as they say.” He shrugged again, “Actually, it’s habit forming. I’m staying with Cory Spelling; his ‘rents are in Europe so we’ve got a thousand acres to ourselves.” There were several intakes of breath as Dooby, Christian and Zack began to suit up. None knew of anyone except Zack’s grandfather who could still afford a really large estate. Christian grinned inwardly. Only Dooby was capable of instilling awe using a few words and only dropping one name. While Dobby and Christian were making their presence known in Lacrosse, Cory was doing the same in wrestling. He stripped with everyone else standing close to his locker. No one could suit up until they were weighed so he got in line waiting quietly. The burly senior in front of him dwarfed him. “You have got to be the heavy weight,” he commented to the middle of the guy’s back. The senior turned and looked down after looking at the guy behind Cory. He grinned and nodded, “Yup, and you must be a new ninety-eight pounder right?” He offered his hand, “I’m Steve Gray, welcome aboard. There’s no question that you’ll make the squad after I saw you take out Bradley at lunch. Zack deserved it though. He’s a nice guy most of the.” Steve stopped in the middle of his sentence when he was scanning Cory’s chiseled perfect little body and his eyes froze on his monster manhood. “Shit,” he pointed and laughed, “you must have been standing in front of me when they handed out cocks, you got mine and they gave me yours! Hey, guys! Check this new guy out!” he called. The line dissolved and Cory was suddenly surrounded. The coach even abandoned the scales. Cory just looked around at all the other packages and shook his head in mock sadness, “I guess I’m king of the hill in the cock department. Too bad guys, but you should know that this isn’t always a blessing when my date takes one look and runs off screaming or she doesn’t run and then I can’t get all the way in.” He looked up at big Steve, “By the way, I’m Cory Spelling.” The coach interrupted their handshake, “Spelling, you’re the one who snatched Bradley so fast and had him crying uncle?” Cory shrugged but Steve nodded enthusiastically. “You’ll have to wrestle Keller for the Varsity position.” The coach pointed. Cory and Keller grinned at each other confidently. Dooby and Christian leaned against Christian’s Vet in the small day student parking lot chatting with Zack while they waited for Cory after tryouts. They were all wearing shorts and carrying their tee shirts. Cory dressed the same but carrying suit and book bags came running at them and didn’t stop until Dooby lay on the pavement under him, his books and uniform dropped, “I beat a senior! I made Varsity, can you believe it?” “Well, hello to you too,” Dooby remonstrated with a giggle, carefully not kissing his lover although he was very tempted. “We did too. Now get off me, asshole,” he grumbled, still giggling his pleasure at seeing Cory so happy. Zack looked from Cory’s body to Christian’s when Cory was back on his feet and had stowed his things, “Man, same fine body in two sizes,” he half mumbled, thinking out loud. Dooby heard him, he giggled and pointed at Cory’s shorts, “Not quite.” Zack did a suitable double take and watched Cory’s lightening reaction time kick in. Dooby was already dancing away in anticipation, but wasn’t fast enough as his head was suddenly under Cory’s arm and Cory’s free hand administered a severe head nuggie. “You couldn’t resist could you, motherfucker.” Christian rolled his eyes, “The wrestling team already saw you, so by now the whole school knows,” he reminded Cory. He turned to Zack, changing the subject. “Do you need a lift? We’ll be crowded but we can manage.” Zack frowned, and tipped his head at a shinning black Caddy Escalade, “Gramps thinks that’s safer than a real car, but thanks. Plus I’m waiting for my cousin he waits for me in the library,” he added. He explained when he saw questions in their eyes, “You met him, I introduced you at lunch, Billy Kidd.” Dooby shrugged, “Who remembers names?” “Our family is a bit dysfunctional, our parents split long ago. My father and his mother just never grew up. Either one kind of shows up when they want to take a break from vacationing, Gramps never approved of my mother or Billy’s father so they’re history too, but very comfortable. Gramps has custody of us both. End of story.” Zack hesitated and made an offer, “If we’re going to pal around together,” he grinned when he saw three smiles of agreement. “You’d find out anyway, or what someone thinks is going on. What I just told you is the truth.” He looked up, “Here comes my favorite gaziantep travesti little bookworm.” He whistled shrilly, “HURRY THE FUCK UP!” he shouted with a grin. Cory, Dooby and Christian turned to see a tall gangling teen look up from reading a book while he walked slowly toward them or rather toward the parking lot. He filed the book in his book bag and started jogging toward them. After Zack reintroduced Billy, Cory looked up at Dooby in question; Dooby nodded. “If you guys aren’t doing anything tonight, how about dinner?” Zack and Billy looked at each other, Billy blushed and shrugged slightly, he still hadn’t spoken a word. Zack grinned and nodded as he reached for his cellphone. After he finished the call to his grandfather, he looked at the phone strangely. “Holy shit, Gramps approves of you guys.” Cory shrugged, “He and dad are friends, so he probably thinks it would be a good thing if we are too.” Christian interrupted, “Since Zack’s got wheels you can ride with him. I’ve got a lot of work to do at the office and Tom’s at a meeting overnight, so…” he opened the vets’ hatch again so they could transfer their book bags and clothes. Billy looked disappointed about Christian’s refusal and watched him until he slipped behind the wheel to disappear since the top was in place. Once in the big Spelling house and upstairs in the lounge of what was once the master suite, Dooby took Cory’s suit bag and handed Cory his book bag. Cory put their books on two facing desks, the only additions to the original furnishings, while Dooby disappeared into the bedroom to hang their school clothes in the closet. “How about if we drag dinner down to the cabana by the pool?” Dooby asked when he returned. “There may not be many warm days left, so we may as well enjoy them.” Zack’s eyes widened and he grinned, while Billy went goggle eyed. Dooby was happily naked and unselfconscious waiting for answers. “Okay by me,” Zack agreed and pushed his shorts off while he frowned at his cousin. “Get naked Billy. Damn, your tie is still tight and your collar button is still buttoned,” he mumbled and began to strip Billy as if he was too young to do it himself. Billy stared at the carpet and allowed Zack to do it and even helped by lifting his feet when necessary without being asked. It was Cory and Dooby’s turn to stare. “How is it that you have an athletic body if you’re a bookworm?” Dooby asked while admiring the sleek body with a hint of pecs and then hard, slightly rippled and flat abdomen all the way down to a nice four-inch dangler topped by a wedge of tightly trimmed blondish pubes. “I do a lot of riding,” Billy answered in a soft voice, speaking for the first time. He realized what he said and amended, “horses, I ride horses, jumpers and dressage, I enter all the shows.” He and Zack both colored at the slip of tongue, the innuendo. “Come on, we can talk on the way to raiding the kitchen,” Cory said and led the way. “Since we’re maybe going to be friends, there’s some shit you need to know about us.” “Maybe?” Zack asked with a frown as they descended the wide front staircase four abreast. Dooby nodded, “Yeah, I was bullshitting at lunch. We did spend some of our vacation on Coral Place, but we work for Auggie Bligh and we could never fly there on a weekend because we’re going to have to work most of the weekend just to keep up but we really could if we weren’t so busy. We will be going back there over Thanksgiving to tape our Christmas show though.” “Huh?” Zach and Billy asked together, by then thoroughly confused by Dooby’s cryptic explanation. Cory rolled his eyes, “What dildo is trying to explain is that he and I have this little TV show, an infomercial where we hype the stores, our director left in some stuff in the first show that should have been out takes and it became a cooking comedy. Auggie saw it and is taking it national on one of his cable channels and is creating another late night show using out takes and by following us around with a camera,” he explained and then boldly put his arm around Dooby’s waist. “There’s just one more thing, we’re gay.” Zack and Billy froze just inside the kitchen door while Dooby spun away from Cory to investigate dinner. Billy grinned at Zack, silently waiting for his reaction. Zack looked at Billy, shrugged and his face reddened. “I guess I am too, and I made Billy into one too,” he said just above a whisper. Billy put his arm over Zack’s shoulders and pulled him in tight. “I keep telling you that you didn’t. For the last time, all you did was make me aware of myself a little earlier.” Dooby opened the oven door and grinned, oblivious to the quiet conversation across the room. He interrupted, “Wow, we’re in luck guys, wait until you taste this lasagna. I’ll bring this; you guys grab the rest of the shit,” he commanded, already donning oven mittens. He turned carrying the main course back through the house. “What’s with you guys?” he asked, “You’re blocking the damn door.” “We’re gay,” Zack admitted a second time but including Billy. Dooby giggled, “Christian and I knew that since we saw that you shave your cock and balls just like we do, and then upstairs, well, look at Billy, you keep him so high and tight. That’s really sexy but we can’t go that far because of sports.” He looked at Cory, “Maybe we should next summer?” He didn’t wait for an answer; he just threatened them with the hot pan to get them out of the way. “Grab a bottle of good dago red on your way!” he called back to Cory. “Is he really a French Count?” Zack asked suspiciously. “He talks and swears like he’s American.” “Is HE the Count?” Billy asked eagerly. Cory giggled, “Nope, I just started that to piss him off. Now that the whole school knows, but also knows that he’s incognito, it should get interesting. Just please don’t give it away, yet.” Zack grinned and looked out to see that Dobby was leaving the garden level as they were just leaving the house, “It’s working like you wouldn’t believe, you should have seen the guys in the locker room. He went around to everyone shaking hands, some of those idiots looked at him as if he was a celebrity or something. It was amazing. Even the coach was differential at first, until old Doob proved he could play as nasty as the rest of us on varsity and didn’t mind taking his licks either. He and Christian are a duo you can tell that, they’ve played together before.” “Yup, on a regional high school team, plus a group of us played together all summer. We’ve got a very private field set up over at Dooby’s cousins’ house where Christian lives. There we play the purist version, except Tom, Christian’s partner, makes us wear all the protective gear.” Zack grinned, “Does purist and very private mean you play mostly naked?” “It sure does. If you and Billy are interested, come over there on Sunday. We’ll have our show in the can by Saturday night, so Sunday we play and fuck around.” Cory hesitated, “You guys don’t have to with any of us since you’re a couple, the law is you can just say no, but I really mean fuck around.” “What time?” Billy asked, again eagerly. “Fuck Sunday, can we watch you tape your show too?” Zack countered. “Sure if you don’t mind a camera in your face occasionally. Out takes, you know, for the other show.” Cory answered. “Don’t worry, you’ll fit in, somehow we’re all good looking studs.” “And we know it,” Dooby said with a giggle from the pavilion’s kitchen area. “We’re all modest too,” Cory continued rolling his eyes, “We’re all couples and mostly anything goes when some of us get together. We don’t think that sex with other guys matters as long as there aren’t any secrets, and good sex has nothing to do with love.” He held up his hand so his ring showed. Zack nodded and looked at Billy, who grinned for some reason. Zack grinned back. He explained suddenly, “See our problem is that I’ll be heading off to Yale next year and if we had to spend this whole year looking, we were determined to find him someone safe to play with.” “We?” Dooby handed out long necks and flopped on a chair next to Billy and then admired the stretched out body, who’s gut seemed collapsed on his spine and his cock kind of arched over and down naturally. “Yes, we, Gramps has known about us since about the time Billy reached puberty and I turned him into a sex fiend. We were looking for someone safe for him to be close pals with, and someone gramps approved of, and you guys, with phenomenal Christian, golfer AND body, are it,” he frowned, “well you two anyway, I just remembered that Christian’s a senior too.” Dooby looked around hungrily, “Just where is the snack tray, asshole?” he asked, looking at Cory. He didn’t wait for a lame answer when Cory looked guilty. “Don’t bother, I’ll go get it, man,” he grumbled, “Dooby do this, Dooby do that. Here we have guests for the first time and you sit there deciding who you want to fuck you first, what a slut.” Dooby’s lament disappeared with his body, back up to the house. Dooby started jogging, “Wait,” Billy called only fifty feet behind him by time he reached the garden. Dooby halted and looked over his shoulder. He grinned and waited for Billy. Dooby arched his eyebrow, “I’m glad it’s mutual. What do you like to do?” he asked bluntly as they resumed their journey. “Say what?” Billy looked away, “Oh, whatever you want to do.” Dooby frowned, “I could see that Zack is the boss, but what would you like to do, say with me, without Zack around? Ah, like right now, a quickie?” Billy sank to his knees by way of answering and looked up at Dooby hopefully, “I’d really like to get you off, right now, out in the sun, where thousands of people could watch us if they had telescopes.” Dooby went hard instantly. He grinned, “We could really give them a better show if we sixty-nined out on the front terrace. You can even see the New York skyline if it’s really clear. Come on.” He pulled Billy to his feet and was rewarded by seven slender inches that fit between his legs perfectly when he pulled Billy against his body for a trial kiss. The two swapped spit for a minute before Dooby pulled away, grabbed Billy’s hand and tugged him into a run to the front terrace where he pulled a lounge chair cushion to the flagstones and then fell on it before Billy could. Billy looked askance at Dooby inviting him down with his hands. “You want me to fuck you in the mouth?” “Absolutely, if you wanted me to fuck yours you need to call it or be quicker. Now get down here before I lose it, or you do. I can see that this one is really going to be a quickie.” “Yeah, it has been a long day,” Billy whispered, as he knelt at Dooby’s shoulders, leaned forward and stretched out to gobble in Dooby’s cock, all in one liquid movement. A second later he began moving slowly. Dooby sped Billy’s movements to match his bobbing head with his hands. Zack looked at his watch, “I wonder what’s taking them so long?” he asked Cory nervously eyeing Cory’s cock and the pair of oranges that supported it as Corry stretched to give him a better view. Cory winked, “I know what they’re doing, they’re getting ahead of us, that is if you want them to. I hate being in second place at anything, don’t you?” he asked. He stood up and walked the short distance to the queen size air mattress and allowed his compact little body to fall backward. When he stopped bouncing he was hard and magnificent. Zack stood looking down on him sporting a heavy six inches. Zack grinned stepped to the other end of the mattress and allowed his body to fall forward. Cory screamed and laughed as Zack stopped his fall with his arms. “Motherfucker, Christian does that to us all the time.” “Thanks for letting me be on top the first time with this big boy. I’m going to really work at swallowing you, but it’s going to take some practice.” He mumbled between exploring licks. Cory couldn’t answer and didn’t want to. Dooby and Billy returned just then. Both looked relaxed and happy and Billy had turned into as big a chatterbox as Dooby. Of course, Dooby was experienced with group sex but Billy was wide eyed watching Zack, his cousin, making it with another guy for the first time. Dooby moved to Zack’s closed legs and pried them open. He looked up at Billy, “Open up Cory’s legs so you can get in close like this, weigh his nuts like this,” he demonstrated on Zack. “Nice rack you’ve got there Zack, save some, because I’m next.” Dooby then boldly spread Zack’s gaziantep masaj salonları muscular straining cheeks. “Nice tight little pussy too.” He looked up to see Billy watching him. “Damn Billy, right after dinner, we’ll send them up to the bathroom, this will be highly edible after there’s something in there to eat. Meanwhile, since we’re already clean we can work on filling ours with each other.” “EAT?” Billy gasped. “Sure don’t you guys eat each other’s pussy?” Dooby looked astonished. “Well yes, but I didn’t think about anyone else doing it. Zack’s been eating me since I was ten.” Zack paused to look up at Billy and glare. “Sorry but that just slipped out but if you recall I was the one who talked you into fucking me the first time.” “TEN?” Dooby whooped, “Goddamn you guys have been making it with each other for four years already? Shit, you’re more experienced than we are. Come on, help me get dinner on the table, Cory’s about to explode Zack, get ready to swallow or drown,” he warned with a giggle. Billy and Zack’s story emerged after everyone had second helpings on their plates. Zack and Billy had been living with their grandfather for three years when Zack was fourteen and Billy was ten and they got together the first time. They treated each other like brothers except there was always the age difference and diverse interests. Zack was into team sports and golf while Billy enjoyed studying for the fun of it and spent hours every summer day riding and training his horses. One hot sunny day in July, the boys were having breakfast with their grandfather Carl, and as usual they told him what they planned to do. Both were highly mobile with a car and driver at their disposal after he delivered Carl to his office. “I was going to go to the club and find a pickup game,” Zack sighed, “but it’s already too hot, so I think I’ll just hang out by the pool and read the new ‘Harry Potter’ that just came out.” Billy quickly revised his plans; “I’ll just work one of them this morning and then join you at the pool if you want some company.” Billy always deferred to his older cousin and he looked at Zack hopefully. Billy loved looking at Zack’s body all the time but loved seeing him nearly naked, wearing a very brief bikini or better yet naked in their wing in his bedroom if the door was open. Zack had little love of wearing clothes in privacy and didn’t seem to mind if Billy looked since he always got naked too if Zack was. If the door was closed the ‘do not disturb’ sign was out, and for over a year and a half the door was more frequently closed than open for some reason. Zack smiled and shrugged, “Sure little bro, I always enjoy your company except around those smelly nags of yours.” Zack rode frequently until the previous summer when the horse balked at a jump and Zack went ass over elbows. He broke his arm in the fall, which meant that he had to sit on the sidelines watching all the fall sports. That accident ended his riding career, and the stable became Billy’s sole territory. When it was lunchtime, Zack went into the kitchen to get his tray as had become their custom. Two trays were ready and they could eat wherever they pleased. Zack took his tray to the pool and was mildly disappointed at having seen that Billy hadn’t claimed his tray yet. He smiled to himself, “He forgot or he got involved. He’ll remember his lunch at dinnertime,” he thought. “I don’t know why but I really enjoy looking at his body. In a couple of years he’ll be as sleek as a yearling stallion.” With that thought, he slipped into the pool until he calmed down. Other images of guys in the locker room entered his head and he quickly realized there was only one way to calm down. He climbed from the pool and wrapped a towel around his waist and then daringly pulled it tight to look down on his bulge while he walked through the house and up stairs to his room. It wasn’t really daring he knew, all the servants had the afternoons off and wouldn’t reappear until four o’clock. Zack’s towel and tiny bathing suit dropped together halfway to his bed where he quickly stretched out to begin pounding his meat, keeping pace with the slide show in his mind. “What are you doing? Is that called jerking off?” Zack’s eyes flew open to see Billy wearing his bikini holding a sandwich with his blue saucer eyes fixed on his rock hard cock. “Yes it is, as soon as you sprout some hair around your cock you’ll be doing this all the time too.” “Wow, can I watch?” Billy asked as the thin material covering his crotch bulged with his youthful boner. “You can if you strip too.” Billy put his sandwich on the table and shed his suit in a flash. “Get on the bed and you can feel it, you can even do this for me if you want. I’ll show you how.” Zack took Billy’s hand and covered it so it held his shaft. He moved their hands up and down slowly, quivering under Billy’s touch at being jerked off by an alien hand. “Oh man, that feel’s so good,” he moaned. He had another thought, more like an inspiration. “Hey stop a minute, I want to show you something else that I imagine feels even better. Girls do this to guys all the time and it’s something that two guys can do, too. Let me try it on you first.” Zack’s heart was pounding double time as he arranged his young cousin’s willing body on his back with his legs spread and he knelt between them. He thrilled at touching Billy’s hairless five-inch boner as he stroked it a few times before lowering his mouth and began bobbing his head. Billy moaned his pleasure and within five minutes, suddenly grabbed Zack’s head and arched his body up while pulling Zack down. “Zack, that was wonderful. What happened?” Billy panted. Zack grinned, on seeing Billy’s elation. “That, my dear cousin, was a blank. It’s exactly what it feels like when you really do come. I’ve done it a couple of times but I had to beat myself raw trying and I tried lots.” “Can I try that on you now?” Billy asked hesitantly into Zack’s neck after Zack crept up his smaller, lighter body. Billy was eager to reciprocate although he loved the weight and warmth and the feel of their two cocks mashed together between their guts. Zack lifted his head to look down on his smiling cousin. “Do you want to maybe practice making out for a while first?” “Making out how?” Billy asked mischievously with an open mouth, and inviting smile since he had a reasonable idea of what that meant. Billy was right. “Like this,” Zack whispered before he lowered his lips and his tongue probed Billy’s mouth. Billy was delighted. Making out was something he could do, that they could do as equals. His tongue shot upward into Zack’s mouth and kissing became a sport, a duel. Zack began dry humping Billy’s gut and suddenly they were slippery which felt even better. Billy felt the change and used surprising strength to roll them so that he was on top and he grinned down on Zack. “Can I try that out on you now? You did it to me, and fair is fair,” he reminded Zack as he skittered down his fourteen-year-old cousin’s developing body, delighted that he was suddenly able to do so and he hoped he’d be allowed to continue if he did a good job. He held up Zack’s throbbing cock and studied it myopically, “Wow, this is huge. Will I get this big, do you think?” Zack lifted his head to grin, “Definitely, maybe bigger if you use it frequently, you know lots of practice. I’ll help you if you want.” “Yeah! Bonk me on the head if I bite okay?” Billy didn’t wait for an answer he was determined not to bite since Zack didn’t bite his. Zack watched half his cock disappear and Billy’s cheeks collapsed as he bobbed his head and sucked experimentally. That was too much for Zack. “Take your mouth away,” he panted, “I’m going to come!” he shouted as his body arched and his hands fluttered around Billy’s head wanting to hold it and bury his cock in the mouth that had become a pussy. To his total surprise, Billy did it for him briefly before pulling back part way to suck with greater enthusiasm. Suck and swallow. Billy continued to suck after Zack’s body wilted back to the bed until Zack dragged him up his body and kissed his thanks. The two boys ‘practiced’ making out again until once again Zack began grinding his hips. “Can I suck you again?” Billy asked. Zack shook his head, “Not until after I suck you.” Zack worked diligently for twenty minutes and at one point even lifted Billy’s legs to stab the tiny pucker with his tongue, but only succeeded in almost shooting his own ready load. “Give it up,” Billy moaned. “You said blanks were rare, I guess they are even though I enjoyed the try. Stretch out and let me get at you before you have an attack of something.” The air conditioning was not keeping up with their heated bodies. After Zack’s second blast, they lay together cuddling. Billy lay with his head on Zack’s chest watching his hand play with the limp teenage cock suddenly at his disposal. “Zack?” “Hmm?” “Could we try corn holing now?” “Corn holing? What’s that?” “You put your cock in my butt. The old groom, Charlie, told me about it. He said that his older brothers used to do it to him all the time. He said that I looked ripe for it. I think he was suggesting something but I just laughed and changed the subject. He’s definitely not my older brother, but you are, almost. I’d do it with you,” Billy concluded in a whisper. Zack’s first response was to grow up in Billy’s hand. Billy giggled, “Is this a yes?” “No, but I like the thought, but I’m too big, I’d hurt you.” Zack sat them both up suddenly, “But you aren’t big enough to hurt me. We’ll do it in the shower, it’ll be less messy, you know shitty.” “We could take enemas first. I know all about them, our last nanny was always asking if ‘we’ had ‘our’ BM today and if I said no, I got stripped and guided to the bathroom.” Zack erupted in laughter ignoring the ‘we’. “The old bitch did that to you too? Did she play with your cock too?” Billy blushed and nodded. “I said ‘no’ every other day so she’d play with me.” Zack imitated her British accent; “‘Coming along quite nicely I see, you dear boy will be a proper lady killer in a few short years.’ Too bad, she probably took her equipment with her.” Billy jumped off the bed and started running, “No she didn’t, it’s in my bathroom closet,” he said over his shoulder. Zack got hard again watching Billy’s tiny crack and picturing the little pucker it concealed. “Maybe in a year or so.” he moaned in his mind. Billy insured that he got his enema first by never giving up control of the equipment and after the bag was full, draining it into himself after dipping the nozzle into a bottle of mineral oil. Zack again watched Billy run into the toilet alcove and by the time he returned Zack had the bag refilled and ready. He handed the nozzle to Billy and got down on his hands and knees, “You can have the honors.” Billy giggled, “Right o!” he sank to his knees at Zack’s side and used a hand to hold Zack’s cock and balls firmly before he inserted the nozzle, “Just so you don’t try to get away,” he admonished like the former nanny. Zack cracked up, “Cool it Billy or you’ll have to clean up my bathroom,” he warned. Billy let go quickly. “I meant making jokes – I like being held.” “Oh,” Billy returned his hand. After they rinsed each other, they raced back to Zack’s bed. Billy won and lay on his belly, stubbornly looking back at Zack, “Just try it, please?” Zack lay down between Billy’s spread legs and stared at the alluring little bubble butt cheeks and the dark narrow seam that separated them. His breathing rate increased as he used his fingers to spread them to once again expose the tiny pink pucker. Billy ended Zack’s resistance by clenching it, winking at him. Zack lowered his head ignoring the smeared-on mineral oil. They were both covered with the stuff and Zack was going to have to clean his bathroom since he started the brief oil fight. Billy relaxed as much as he could and Zack’s tongue sank and sank. Billy became the boss. He moaned, “Use your fingers to spread me,” he ordered and moaned again as Zack slipped a middle finger all the way in. “Does that hurt?” “Noo!” Billy cooed, “It feels fantastic put in another one and move them around. Zack added another finger and used two to very gently fuck the tight hole that he was quickly turning into a beautiful pussy. He added a third finger without being asked and gradually opened them while thrusting gaziantep escort bayan them. Zack worked a few more minutes before pulling them out to see that the muscles stayed relaxed. “It worked! Quick, roll over; I want to see your face as I enter to see if I’m hurting you. You understand that if this works, well, once won’t be enough,” he warned looking into Billy’s eyes. Billy nodded, reached and guided Zach to first contact. Zach sank until the head was in. Billy sucked in his breath, nodded again and suddenly Zack’s pubes were tickling Billy’s growing nut sack. “We did it! Look!” Zack innocently lifted his upper body so Billy could see that they were firmly connected as if he couldn’t feel it. Billy pulled Zack down to kiss him before he said, “You’re big cock is way better than fingers and they felt great. Now that you’re in the saddle start riding this filly and try real hard not to fall off please.” Zack laughed, “You, little bro, are a stallion with a pussy, never a filly, you got that, and I won’t ever fall off!” he withdrew and thrust in for emphasis and his face went weird, just before Billy felt his powerful ejaculations deep in his gut. Billy felt free to giggle at Zack’s frustration, “Would that be what’s called a premature ejaculation?” he teased innocently after locking his ankles around Zack’s waist to lever his small body up and down on Zach’s still hard cock. Zack began thrusting slowly on his own. He grinned down on Billy, “You know you read too much? And no, it wasn’t, I was over excited, ah, I hope,” he amended. The second shot erupted ten whole minutes later and Zack felt redeemed. “So that’s how I made my little cousin into a queer,” Zack concluded the story. “Will you stop with the guilt trip already?” Billy snapped. “I was gay when we moved in with gramps. Didn’t you notice that I got naked as soon as I saw that you were? I wanted your body back when I was seven,” Billy grinned, “but at the time I didn’t know for what, but when I was ten I found out. I got hard that morning at breakfast just picturing you out at the pool and I wanted to feast my eyes on you all afternoon. Of course, what we ended up doing was even better and I realized why I liked looking at you so much.” “Does your grandfather know?” Dooby asked while he split up two half gallons of ice cream into four bowls. Zack and Billy looked at each other and shrugged together, deciding something. Billy nodded, “Yeah, he does. You’d find out about that too. After I started pumping cum, Zack had me practicing on him every night. Gramps always stopped in our rooms every night to say that he was turning in and give us each a peck on the cheek. He was away on a business trip and was supposed to be gone all week, but he got back on Thursday night and we didn’t know it. It was late fall, so it was dark and we were in Zack’s bed. I don’t remember who was on top but the door was open. Gramps watched us from the dark hall for over an hour. From then on after he said goodnight, we thought the coast was clear and we did our thing while gramps watched us from the hall.” “He never said a word in all that time,” Zack picked up the story, “then just before Christmas he went on another business trip, he told us, but I guess it really was a shopping trip. Gramps came home on a night after we were already zonked out, in the morning when we came down for breakfast; there was gramps and a British kid named Darryl. Gramps is kind of blunt when he wants to be and he told us he’d been watching us and we stirred up the memory of an experience he had when he was my age. That was two years ago when I was sixteen and Billy was almost thirteen. He told us that Darrel was gay and that he was being very well paid for us to use him and that he would watch. Darrel claimed then that he was eighteen but he didn’t look it to us, and that first night he didn’t act like he was experienced at all. We still don’t know where gramps found him but like your dad, gramps can afford his whims. We both fuck him while gramps watches and then they leave. You can guess what they do alone together with Darrel packing at least two loads. We haven’t asked and Darrel hasn’t said, but Gramps has never been happier and more relaxed so what’s good for gramps is good for us. “We helped out two old guys almost the same way. They were the original owners of Coral Place. They’d been partners since the ice age and sold the place to Auggie with life rights to live there. We just barged in their bedroom and got in bed with them. We got them comfortable with touching us and then they gave us head jobs and later we gave them a show and got some of the other guys to spend time with them too. Maybe you should try the same thing with your gramps. The most he can do is throw you out of his bedroom, but then maybe not if he’s waiting for you to kind of volunteer. Maybe try it tonight, you could deliver him a nice big fresh surprise.” Zack and Billy had time to look at each other and grin before Dooby took Billy’s hand and led him to the air mattress. Zack led Cory but beat the little wrestler to his back. “Pin me,” he ordered, waving Cory down. Dooby, Cory and Christian waited for Zack and Billy in the student parking lot the next morning. They arrived smiling; “It worked?” Dooby asked needlessly. Zack nodded, barely able to keep from hugging Dooby and had to be content with high fives all around. “He was like a kid locked in a toy store and still smiling at us this morning at breakfast.” “You mean like a breeder locked in a stud barn with three stallions to work with,” Billy corrected with a giggle. “Oh, you guys are invited for dinner tonight or any night you’re free. Gramps kind of hinted that he’d like to meet the donors of last evening’s snack.” “You too Christian, and Tom, if you guys want to, and of course he’d like to set up a golf date with you. He said he’s been saving up to play you again,” Zack laughed. “We also told him about Auggie Bligh and his stable, I hope that was all right; anyway he kind of likes the idea of surrounding himself with a few other young guys, and he’d like to meet Auggie sometime.” “Sure, we can arrange that,” Dooby agreed but since they had entered a hallway with other students heading to classes he couldn’t say more. Dooby had third period free. He settled under a tree in the middle of the quad so he wouldn’t be overheard when he called Auggie. His call only lasted three minutes and two of those were used discussing fishing. Auggie knew of Carl Bradley from Charlie, and Dooby explained his long suppressed preferences. “Sure Dooby boy, we’ll be up there Friday night. The short trip will be ah right nice change of pace. Oops, gotta go, Jim Bob just fired up Fishin’ Boy. We’re havin’ a fish fry tonight.” It turned out that there was also a fish fry at the Bradley home at poolside. After introductions were out of the way, and drinks were served, Dooby tested the pool with a toe and pushed off his shorts before he looked at Carl, “Hey gramps do we have time for a swim?” he asked. Carl turned and blinked, “Ah, yes, I’d planned an hour and I guess bathing suits just became optional.” Carl didn’t know where to look first as all the boys stripped, even Tom but he sat back down near Carl while Christian opted to swim. Darryl stripped as well but stood at Carl’s side. “You can go too, make some new friends.” With permission, Darryl ran toward the area where Dooby just surfaced in the shallows where Christian was actively attempting to drown Dooby for honking him. Dooby wanted Christian erect so he could compare Zack’s cock with Christian’s. Dooby watched Darryl dive and swim in their direction, “Hey Darryl! Is it true that redheads have big cocks?” he asked and reached and was rewarded with eight hard inches in seconds. “Yup, feel this thing, Christian,” he said taking Christian’s hand and placing it. He was trying to pull it away until he felt Darryl thrust himself further with a step closer, and a tentative hand groped his and stayed to explore. Suddenly all the boys were making introductions all over again, just shaking cocks instead of hands. Tom sighed and shook his head, “I’m sorry about Dooby. He’s always starting shit.” Carl laughed, “Yes the boys told me he’s very creative and apparently always very horny and outgoing.” As they spoke Dooby separated Darryl from the group and tugged him up the steps out of the pool. “Damn Carl, you have excellent taste. Darryl’s beautiful.” “Yes he is, thank you. Until I discovered him, my only other adventure was with a redhead who looked somewhat like he does, so many years ago. I’m reliving my teenage experience through him, silly old man that I am. I wanted a redhead so I went to Scotland and began looking just after dark when the street boys come out. I was sitting in the back of a Rolls with the windows down. Darryl was standing on a street corner and he looked so pathetic and he stared at me so hopefully, not at the car like the others, but directly at me. He came running when I beckoned to him. He thanked me profusely in very proper English, no lilt at all. “His story came out in the morning. His father is an MP, House of Lords even. Darryl was caught being serviced by their estate superintendent. It seemed that he’d developed a taste for mature men and vice versa. Darryl was thrown out and disowned but he was rumored to have run away. He made his way to Glasgow and I found him just as he was beginning his first night of work. “I smuggled him on my plane as a baggage handler and off the same way. Once safely here I contacted his father, threatened with exposure as one who would stoop so low to abandon a son for a simple sexual misadventure, especially in England, he promptly sent me Darryl’s passport and gave me custody. He’s a second son so he won’t inherit the title and by now I hope he’s been forgotten.” Carl stretched his neck suddenly, “Where did Darryl and Dooby get off to?” he asked. Tom started laughing and stood up. He pointed, “Not far, behind that big flowerpot and from the legs I can see, you’re right, they are getting off. In fact, the pool seems to be empty,” Carl watched Tom lengthen, “perhaps we should go see what the boys are up to?” he suggested absently as his erection led him to the other guys. They all sat down to actually eat dinner two hours later. Carl was a master at grilling and the fish was delicious. Carl turned pensive, and finally cleared his throat as he looked at Tom, “Tom, I was wondering if you would have time to have lunch with me and Darryl at the club tomorrow? Among other things we need to talk about Spelling’s IPO.” He ignored Darryl’s silent laughter, the only one at the noisy table who had heard him. Carl lowered his voice further. “Actually Tom I’d like your opinion on a waiter. Darryl refers to him as Mr. Stunning. I’m retiring my whole staff here in the house and replacing them with more liberal minds contained in young attractive male bodies,” he actually blushed, “and, ah, the waiter, Alex, Darryl thinks would be splendid as our butler. They’ve been ogling each other at lunch there for weeks.” “Hey gramps,” Dooby got Carl’s attention, “I forgot, but I just remembered, I called Auggie this morning. Man the fish are really biting.” Tom frowned while Carl smiled his amusement. “Oh yeah, they’re flying up here Friday night for the weekend.” “Splendid,” Carl said at once, “they can stay here.” It was Dooby’s turn to frown, “Ah, Gramps, you’ve got live in help, maids and everything.” “Yes, I do now but I won’t by Friday. I’ll send them all on a vacation to begin their retirement.” Dooby grinned hugely, “Then the only other things you’ll need are seven or eight big air mattresses, decide where we’re eventually going to sleep and a ramp for Auggie’s scooter.” Dooby stood up suddenly dismissing the subject and pulled Billy to his feet. “Come on, show us your horses,” his voice sank to a loud giggling whisper that carried the length of the table, “and we’ll leave you with some dessert.” Carl stood up as well, “Perhaps you might like to look at the field house too?” He had just the place for sexual misadventures. Thanks, once again to my very fine editor, Emoe, for the time and determination he invests in cleaning up my work. I even enjoy the final read more. Please note my address change, .rr. I do have a mailing list to which I send chapters in Word form, as it is easier to read. Other stories: Somerset Farm, Chapter 53 posted July 17, 2005 in Adult/Youth. Apartment 14B, posted November 10, 2004 in Beginnings. School Yacht Frig-It, posted September 8, 2004 in High School. I also highly recommend Kombat Kids by my good friend Ghost Ryder. While it appears on Nifty, you can always find the latest chapter on his ers/. KK is gay Boy Scouts with teeth. HAPPY READING! Jamie