Date: Fri, 26 Feb 2016 13:57:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: Stuart Stemple <wvotterdad@yahoo.com>
Subject: New story - category Gay-SF Fantasy, Title:  The Resort

The Resort 1


Before you dive in, dear reader, I would advise you to read `Cody' for
context and the beginning of the
story. http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/cody/ I never thought I
would write, but this ... happened.  I look forward to hearing your
comments and suggestions at wvotterdad@yahoo.com. Thanks for the kind words
so far. Enjoy the guys.  They are a fascinating crew.  -Stuart


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In brief, Stuart (me, the very reluctant narrator) has changed four other
men to become better brothers and stronger men who find themselves equipped
with new abilities and no instruction manual.  In the process, a
destructive cult has been destroyed and a new mountain home established,
soon to become the hub of great new adventures for all who inhabit and
visit.  This is the story of this peculiar tribe settling in together,
growing bonds and finding love and comfort in the Appalachian mountains.


Continued from `Cody:'


OK.. so in that moment, a smiling Clyde had Luke wrapped in caring arms,
his dick buried in the depths of his beautiful ass as Luke suckled, his
face buried in Clyde's chest.  I stared out over the canyon, looking back
at the obscene connection I had helped create between the two of them.  I
glanced at my mate's eyes and they were sparkling with the joy of holding
our boy.


Our boy.


Luke.


Rescued.


Dedicated, appreciative, polite, deferential, honest, hard working, strong,
and beautiful. Damn, and add golden and tanned, built like a brick
shithouse.  Sighing in my huge lovers arms.  Clyde's content smile and his
gentleness in holding Luke told the story.  Luke would never want for
affection, nor protection.  From the look of Clyde's colossal dick buried
deep in his asshole causing grunts of satisfaction and sleepy murmurs of
glee, Luke would never want for sexual fulfillment, either.  He had already
orgasmed twice in his semi slumber and Clyde was far from done.  His soft
smile and gentle arms belied his insanely muscled physicality and
insatiable sexual appetite. He held Luke gently in a muscular envelope,
kissing his ears and forehead as he slept, impaling him gently on his
mammoth cock, occupying him inside and out.  Luke sighed and wrapped his
arms around him, slowly rocking... murmuring little sounds of delight and
comfort, snuffling into Clyde's massive chest, scrubbing his face there
sniffing his scent.


I gave up watching.  I laid down behind Luke and smiled at Clyde over his
shoulder and slid in close to their connection, wrapping my torso over
Luke's back to stare into Clyde's half lidded eyes, smiling.  Luke moved to
grind himself further onto Clyde's meat and grunted quietly, sighing.


Luke was... not fully awake.  Clyde chuckled at me, his eyes sparkling in
the firelight with the joy he felt in Luke being content.  I reached over
and ran my hands up Clyde's torso, fascinated that we had mated and we had
THIS.  Our mating had been painful... and cruel.  I had fucked him and we
locked together with the odd changes in my anatomy, I had been stuck in his
colon in an endless orgasmic loop, pouring myself into him.  In turn Clyde
had broken my ribs and bruised me from head to foot.  With his touch I had
eventually healed but we were locked together now forever.  We could even
hear each other's thoughts.  My dick slid over their connection, rock hard
and wet.  Clyde raised his eyebrows and smirked at me, and Luked sighed as
his sphincter contracted on Clyde's truncheon inside him.  He scrubbed his
face into Clyde's chest deeply and hugged him and whimpered, then sighed
again, gripping the big man tightly as if he could feel his soul with every
part of his body.


I slid my hips back and looked down at the obscene connection, and wiped my
cock head around the drooling ass lips.  I wanted to be there with Clyde,
in our boy.  It would wake him, and I wasn't sure I wanted that.  I wanted
to share him with Clyde intimately, but maybe touch was enough tonight.
His back was... so soft, and smelled of sweat and need.  He needed us as
much as he completed our partnership.  He made us whole.  Luke might be a
miracle to those he encountered solo, but he fulfilled Clyde and me.  I
wanted to double fuck him with Clyde but didn't dare disturb his dreams
riding that huge dick.  He keened softly, impaled on Clyde's staff, and
moaned quietly against his daddy's pectorals, stuffed with dick and
surrounded by those huge arms.


Safe and loved.


It happened again.  Luke came all over Clyde in his slumber, moaning and
grasping the big man.  Clyde looked up at me with crows feet dancing around
his eyes, dimples in his muscular face.  He pulled Luke in tighter.  I
smiled back.  I ran my hardon over their connection again, wishing I were
paired with Clyde for this.  I slid closer so Luke's back was against my
chest and ran my hands over Clyde's torso, sticky with his lactation and
Luke's semen.  I was floating on the scent of man. I was about to be
frustrated when I felt a hand grab my dick.  I could see both of Clyde's,
so that meant... Luke was forcibly aiming me above Clyde's monster into his
own ass.  He grunted, moaned, stretched, and... shoo, oh, wow...  I was
home right along with Clyde inside Luke. Oh.  My.  God.  Luke leaned down
and sucked tit.  Hard.  He opened further, and Clyde and I slid deep into
him together.  I was hoping the apple thing wouldn't happen, or I wouldn't
get bigger this round.  Luke accommodated us and began to thrust short
thrusts against us, keeping us deeply impaled.  So much for hope.  I
started to grow.  Luke felt it happening and arched his back, grinding down
on both of us and scrubbing his head against my neck.  I said "I'm sorry
buddy... I couldn't help it."  The apple grew and all three of us were
locked together, Luke was fully awake, and I was... against Clyde inside
him, as he writhed on both of us.  "So big... UNGH, so hard... PLEEASE
don't stop... Oh... AHHH...ooooooh... pleeeease."


"I'm sorry I got big, buddy."


"NOOOO... I like it!!!" he squirmed, unable to move a lot on the
Clyde-Stuart mass in his guts, but giving valiant effort. His colon
contracted up and down our lengths, massaging us, holding our cocks tightly
in a wet velvet undulating sheath of slick pleasure.  He came again,
plastering Clyde's chest with a third (fourth?) load.


Clyde looked at me over Luke's shoulder.  "That big head feels incredible
scrubbing against my dick, Stu.  Move more please."  I did, just short
thrusts against him inside Luke.  Luke whined and Clyde's eyes rolled up in
his sockets and his jaw went slack.  Happy men.  I couldn't stop once I
started and they went out of control... off world, both humping up and down
against me as I lay there caressing Luke's then Clyde's chests.  Clyde
reached over and grabbed a trap and squeezed me hard, and Luke whimpered.
He started to convulse.  Clyde got bigger against my dick, and... fired.
Luke too.  What the fuck was I supposed to do?  I came like a fucking
cannon shot... filling all the extra space in Luke's colon with murky white
semen... I couldn't fucking stop coming.  GOD it felt so good to share Luke
with Clyde, like this.  I NEEDED to fill Luke as Clyde did the same.  FUCK.
I felt it sluicing over our thighs, with no room for it all in Luke's
colon.  I could smell it filling the air around us... wafting up on a
morning breeze full of loving fuck scent.


The apple receded.  I regained my respectable 8 rather than the ridiculous
11.  I slid out and massaged Luke's back, leaving him connected to Clyde
for gentling, so very much deserved.


Luke looked over his shoulder at me and quietly said "I had dreamed of that
for a long time, sir.  Thank you."


I smiled at him and kissed his golden down covered shoulders and the nape
of his neck, inhaling the scent of his gratitude.  "I'm glad you are with
us, Luke. We love you.  That was incredible."


"Yes it was," crooned a deep voice connected to the dick still buried
inside Luke.


Luke took that moment to snag nipple and suck more dad-juice while Clyde
spread wide and allowed our boy to have his way with him.


I climbed over them, cleaning them with a palm and selfishly tasting their
leavings... salty, sweet, musky and all man, and padded across the planks,
swiping the leftovers on my face to carry their scent with me.  I built
another apple and bourbon concoction, grabbed a smoke and sat on the shelf
by the hearth watching them and keeping an eye on Orion, scruffing the
dog's neck.


Amazing.


I eventually laid down with Luke and Clyde again, after they fell into
slumber, after Luke's fifth (sixth?) orgasm.  I knew this was the last
evening for drawn out love expression for a while... so I wrapped us under
a quilt and inhaled hard trying to get the scent of love marked on me to
carry through the rough shit coming.


And it came.  Hard and fast.  Dawn broke and the fucking trucks showed up
at Serena's.  Fairly simple orders, DARPA's dime.  Tear it all down... haz
mat it, get the old station's gas tanks out of the ground... get good
fill... fix the property and get it ready for new construction.


I set up my desk on the front porch, unwrapped the computer, loaded the
topographic model, and sat down at my workstation to make the Resort a
reality.  Fire by my side, dog at my feet, Cody added a knee high table
stocked with snack and beverages,


"Hey Cody."


"Yeah?"


"Concierge?"


"No fucking way. Everything happens with interactions with all staff, not
at a business desk.  Hospitality personnel to grounds folks, livery
personnel, guides, restaurant servers should all be able to make any
arrangements at any time of day in any location on the property for any
credentialed guest. We are not going to be anything standard nor expected.
We're going to be exceptional and unexpected because we can be."


I raised my eyebrows at his effusiveness, shook my head and smiled at
him. "OK, buddy."


There was the new resort manager right there, and I thought it would be
Lukas.  Nope.


Clyde demanded a swingers wing


Luke demanded a family wing


Cody wanted to buy gear (including adult gear) that you couldn't get here.
That meant a front room for river/camping gear and clothing and a back room
for for ... toys and PG-X rated apparel.  Always wanted to sell that shit.


Brad wanted to make sure we sold liquor.  Go figure.  We'd be selling ice,
and beer, day-glo thongs, flashlights, camping gear, outfitting gear,
boats, fishing gear, tackle, bait, Fishing licenses, and would have a
license for the restaurant, so why not?


Luke took the reigns on boating and camping, determined to make the Resort
family friendly and full of activities for kids and adults.  "If we are
going to be an outfitter... we need a road crew and trailers.  We need a
campground and a Pier, which is already done.  We need folks to make
s'mores, tell campfire stories, and we don't have them."


Cody offered "Clyde is a little big, Luke is the boat/surfmeister, Brad is
the stud in residence, total blunt instrument, and Stuart is incapable of
anything."  I stared at him and he came in his shorts, the front a sticky
mess.  The fucker deserved that.  I could have made him compelled to shut
up and suck dick instead.


"We need to recruit."


"Luke... You are now HR.  Nobody can read people and ... convince them to
come around to his way of thinking better than you."


"That sucks."


"Yup.  Consolation... you are design development as well."


"Ohhh Cool"


"yeah, buddy... you and me..."


Luke pulled up a chair.  I threw an arc onto the drawing, overlaying the
current topographic mapping


"Where's the entrance to my garage?"


Fucker.


"Right.  Here."


"Cool."


"OK if we call it Luke?"


"Call it something else."


"Call it ... `Wheels.'"


"OK cool"


The resort name?


Rough


Brad's resort?  Clyde's camp?  really tough.


"Eagles' Rest."  Clyde was walking past and chimed in hitting the mark.
"They fish here all the fucking time.  Name it for them."


So... Eagles' Rest was born.


Lukas wanted to get started right away.  He seemed determined to wipe
Serena's memory away from the property and build something better, bigger,
and way more hospitable than his former prison camp.


"Sir?"


Yellow jacket, hard hat


"Yes, sir?"


"The grading cut indicates a 40 foot deep wall 20 feet from the highway."


"Yes.  It will actually arc out father into the property, from 20 to 30
feet from the right of way.  The feds are working with DOH for expedited
approval.  I'm printing the drawing for the dimensions of the arc cut right
now.  You all will reinforce the cut with the temporary steel and we'll
build a buttressed concrete wall there."


"Sir... we found a cavern."


Oh,


shit.


OK.  "Let's explore it."


It turned out to be huge... it stretched under BDB's property, and it had a
lake... and cavernous rooms.


It had navigable footpaths.


"We're batting a thousand.  We need a geologist."


Fuck.  Was every step forward going to be two steps back?


OK,,, there was value in this.


Maybe.


It WAS huge.  After we had taken a quick look and I was back out of the
mountain, I called a buddy from the other side of the range.  "George, do
you have time for a weekend outing?"


"Stuart!  Years, buddy.  Yeah... no plans.  You doing OK?  What's up? "


"I'm good man.  I have beers on ice, bourbon, a grill and a hot tub with
your name on them.  George... I found a cave on my property I'd like you to
see.  It needs your assessment and I need your advisement.  Come on up to
the cabin."


"How is it that you discovered it, and how big is it?"


"I'm building sort of a resort, buddy, we opened an entrance in excavation,
and .. it's kinda big, we haven't explored it. It has a lake in one room
over an acre."  I heard a sharp intake of breath.


"I guess I'll need to load my gear.  Where are you?"  I gave him the
coordinates for his GPS.


"Call me when you're close.  Just you and your gear... no need for anything
else.  And George?"


"Yeah?"


"I'll fill you in on details when you arrive, but ... I'm sort of partnered
now, and the cabin will have more than the two of us in it."


"Holy shit I better pack quick.  I know your taste."


"You have no idea, man.  See you when you get here.  Call when you are 20
minutes out and we'll come off the mountain and lead you in."


WOOF.  George the Geologist.  He was the son of one of my dad's WWll
buddies and we camped (and fucked around together) on the river as kids
together.  Hot little fireplug of a man, still rode bicycles long distance
(like the Colorado challenge) for fun to take a break from work playing
with rocks.  You want to talk rocks... or getting them off... talk to
George.  Fuzzy little fucker.  5'-6" with piercing brown eyes and a body
covered in dark fur... black eyebrows, and about 7% body fat.  And headed
our way.  I could imagine the scene in his garage right now... the gear
coming off his shelves into his customized Commander... It would take him a
half hour to load, shower, throw clothing in a bag and he would be flames
on asphalt headed this way.


Probably four hours max.  We should see him mid day.  I instructed the
excavator to continue with the arc excavation and to reinforce it
progressively, so as not to disturb the highway bed.  We had brought in
some heavy steel and were pouring pads for the tiebacks as he moved the
equipment along the entrance arc.


Lucas and I returned to the workstation on the porch and located the
structures on the site.  Everything would require huge caissons because it
was all soft river bottom land. Luke wanted the wings to arc outward toward
the river so that each room was private from the other, two wings separated
by the main hospitality structure and highway entrance so views were only
of the river and canyon and not of each other.  Done.


I made the decision to enclose the entire river side of the structure in a
concrete envelope into which panels could be inserted to protect it from
flooding if the need (no pun intended) arose.  I would like to make them
operable, but we would explore that possibility later.  To soften the
brutal concrete pour I would dye it deep tan and face the base of it with
stone, and add dark brown timber pergolas to the verandas.  Every room
would have a gas fire pit and access to exterior stairs leading to the
great lawn, the pier, and the rest of the site amenities.  Each room would
have a water or wind feature and a storyboard formed into the concrete
walls. The intent was to create a modest personal riverside private villa
for each guest, each unit with its own personality.


Luke was looking over my shoulder as I drew the section through the site.
"NO."


"The ROOF."  He was right.  The entire top story of both wings would be the
suites and luxury units with fireplaces and water amenities... they had to
feel like real villas, so the wooden roof there would reach up toward the
top of the canyon wall, and the glass walls would open them to the sound of
the river. We decided on flagstone floors throughout on heated concrete
floor substrate with a sound deadening panel ceiling system that would
conceal utilities. Smart, AND born of the mind of the hottest man in the
state for anyone that encountered him.  I made the change, and holy shit.
We were going to build... oh wow.  The entire thing was
drawn... conceptually.  This wouldn't be cheap.  Good thing DARPA was in on
it; they would NOT love this afternoon with George but the discovery of the
cavern was a fucking gold mine.  I couldn't wait to light it.


Eagles' Rest.  Shit this was happening fast.  I drew the section at the
road... a forty seven foot tall retaining wall, 18" thick faced in stone on
the highway elevation, tapering down to a three foot deep section at its
base, a forty foot tall 5 foot wide french drain with outlets at both ends
of both arc radiuses, either side of the hospitality structure, slightly
off center in the composition, with a corner tower at the entrance, like a
fire watch tower... something for the kids to climb with a room up top to
hang out in and a balcony overlooking the gorge.  The story underneath the
top of the tower would be a guest room for adventurous couples... a room
with a name... have to figure that out, but the tower would be the beacon,
and the top story roof over the stone faced retaining wall would give the
composition character from the road.  The backlit name would be a story
tall against the stone and would look like National Park lettering.


We were going to need to rebuild a gas station and a convenience store.  It
would have the same design flavor as the lodge, a little 30's CCC camp, a
lot of tech.  We needed more property.  Wheels needed a separate street
presence from Eagle's Rest, and the service station needed access from the
resort site to the convenience store. I spoke to Cody briefly by mobile
phone.  Boom.  12 more acres adjacent south by mid day.  Plenty of parking
and room for a pre-engineered metal building (national park dark brown) for
the livery and sales stock storage.  Fuck... we would need to sell trolling
motors and john boats and trailers as well, and boat rack systems for
rooftops.


Luke needed staff.  a big staff.


Cody, again.  Yes... we would train them at the Clay resort, some of them
DARPA so they would be paid by the feds, not us, but would report directly
to us.  The service station would have the entrance to Wheels... and Luke
was already overburdened... he needed assistants.  He could not manage this
alone.  I was freaking out... Our boy could not lose his innocence over
this.  Cody had been managing DARPA but suddenly appeared at my side.  Luke
was freaking out and had gone AWOL.


Cody touched me between my shoulder blades.


"Hey."


I turned and and he grinned at me.


"Drop it all for a minute.  Let's go to the happy place."


"Yes sir.  Hey... Cody... "


"Shhhh.  stop.  ease it into neutral.  Just come with me."


We walked down the hemlock steps and Cody led me across the
flagstones... into the woods.  He grabbed my hand and we walked in silence
until we came to the big flat boulder once covered in blood... my blood. He
looked up at me.


"You belong here."


I brooded, and stared down at the stone, the falls thundering in the
background.


"I forced this upon you."


"You're better now, Cody.  There's nobody like you on the planet." I looked
into those eyes, still infuriated by his dimples.


"Maybe. I'm still yours, Stuart."


"You wanted it."


"The consequences are pretty severe."


"Where are Brad and Clyde?"


"Trying to help stay ahead of the 1,000 mile per hour mess you are making."


"Is it a mess?"


"No... it's beautiful.  You have so many gears spinning right now you have
no idea how beautiful it is.  We know.  We can see it.  You can't."


"Code... "  I sat down dangling my legs over my favorite rock.


"It's happening so fast.  I don't want to burden Luke, I... it feels out of
control."


"So slow it down."


He was kissing the back of my neck.  My Cody's breath... on my spine.  He
was right.  It didn't need to move so fast.  The vision was there... it
could slow down.  Cody's phone vibrated.  "Lukas.  worried after you."


"Bring him, and the rest of the guys here.  Powwow."


It took twenty minutes while Cody and I sat on the escarpment for the gang
to congregate.


"Stuart is flipping his shit sideways."  It wasn't an accusation... it was
a truth.  Clyde ... my rock, huddled down and wrapped his big frame around
me.


`I have been listening to you all day.  You need to stop.  Slow down.'


`Lukas.'


`I will take care of him.'


`No.  I am asking too much of him.'


`Yes you are. I will fix it.'


`Can we go to the hot tub?'


`I put wood on the fire on the way here.  Come with me.'


The work day was done.  George was inbound... we would meet at the tub.
Hopefully Brad would lighten the mood.  I had crashed,, and the family had
made up the slack.  Cody was tied to his cell phone dispensing orders and
calling the next day a cleanup detail.  no construction.  just site
grubbing and retaining wall pours.  I had 24 hours to get my shit together.
and I had Clyde. OOOOOH I had Clyde. and a hot tub.


The phone buzzed.


George.


Had to lead him in.  Clyde's Jeep pickup (not the custom military off
roader) was on the flags after the day's activities, so he drove... we
picked up George's Commander at the Piggly Wiggly, and led him up the
mountain trail... now paved and heated, to the cabin.


The cabin site seems so small until... It's huge.  George had a small
duffel.  We put it inside and advised him to strip.  Tub time.  He
did... down to thin polyester boxers.  The dog circled him... sniffing new
scent.


"We can go to the cave tonight if you want."


Clyde looked at me.  Stoic.


`No.'


`We don't know George well enough.'


`He's going to be critical.'


`NO.'


`nonononononono.'


`You are a first class prick.'


`No.'


We climbed.


George liked the site.


He was going to like the cave.  He liked the company.


We WERE a gay man's wet dream, especially after the events of the past few
(is that all it had been?) weeks.


Clyde had gone on up to the tub ahead of us and on the way up the
stairs... I touched him, and unintentionally (Really!), it happened.


He... got.. very horny, and his dick grew. a lot.  What was previously a
decent cut endowment was now long, thick, and uncut stretching down his leg
and a huge wet spot appeared as he began to leak fluid profusely, soaking
his shorts. His Cowper's gland must have grown because he was getting very
wet.  As if he wasn't before, George was now built for fucking.  oops.


He knew when it happened, a reaction much like Brad's.  He looked down,,,
looked at me, stunned. "You..."


"Sorry."


"Have you always...?"


"Yes."


I looked at him, and of course he at me.  "I can take it back. It wasn't
intentional."


He looked down at his shorts, the thick member still burping out precome,
then back up at me.  "My dick is huge now.  Don't take that back.  What
else can you do?"


`This.'  I was inside his head.


`No fucking way.'


`Yep.  there's more, George.'


"When...?  Who...?"


`Recently, and all of the other four guys. Cody, Clyde, Brad, and Luke. Now
you.'


"Is this permanent?"


`Very.  You won't age now. I'm sorry.'


George impossibly started to grow from a semi flaccid ten, starting to full
on bone, snaking further down his leg. "This is going to take getting used
to. I'm boning like I'm fifteen again."


`That doesn't go away, either, buddy.'


`Clyde.'


`Yes?'


`It happened.  It wasn't intentional.'


`George needs... help.'


`Be right there.'


The big brute appeared on the staircase.  He assessed George standing
there, stunned.  He smiled.  "Has a kick to it, doesn't it?"


"Understatement."


"Come on, George.  Stuart didn't mean any harm."  He reached out an arm and
when his big paw contacted George... George came in his shorts.  Clyde
grinned.  "Hair trigger? Let's go get you a towel and some tub time."
Clyde led him up the stairs to the shower, helped him disrobe and rinsed
him off.  George was looking around in wonder at the guys as Clyde soaped
him and toweled him off.  George's boner was really big, maybe 12 inches
(sorry Brad), covered all the way over the head with a thick pouting
foreskin, with the main artery snaking its way from head to base in a blood
filled twisted path, and a thick spongy corpus on the underside.  It stood
up at a 60 degree angle and curved slightly toward his abdomen.  It was
still dripping a huge amount of precome, clear liquid running down his
member coating his hairy nut sack before dripping off to the flagstones
below, and his dick was not subsiding.


Brad noticed the predicament and hooted "Thank god I'm not the only one!"
Brad was almost always boned.


"George had the decency not to try and kill me twice, asshole."


"Maybe he's still working up to it, you skinny motherfucker!"


We all laughed. except of course, for George, who remained bewildered at
the newness of his freshly minted hypermasculinity and this odd band of
(from all appearances) large hairy woodsmen.  "This feels..."


"Yes it does George." Cody said that from his bench in the sun.  "Come
here."


It was hard to believe at 5-8 Cody was actually taller than George.  Two
little heavily muscled fur covered bears.  "Beer, or bourbon?"  Cody was
stripping as George walked to him.  "Bourbon, please."  Lukas delivered,
with a kiss on George's forehead as he approached Cody, now nude sporting
wood and a hot ass.


Brad looked on, grinning at his mate taking George under his widely flared
lats, under those big wings.  He turned and pointed at me.  "Come here,
fucker."  I looked at Clyde and he nodded.  I walked around the tub and
Brad hugged me and dropped us both into the water together, emerging on the
back shelf shoulder to shoulder.  "I would try drowning you but it wouldn't
work."


Cody had pulled George's shorts off and was attempting to deep throat 12
inches of thick bear meat, his saliva mixing with George's precum, running
off his nuts through the branches of the bench seat onto the flagstones
below, creating a pool of testosterone below them.  George had already
orgasmed again, and was working up a third.  Cody looked at me out of tear
filled eyes, swallowing George's thick load, and pointed at George's chest.
Shit.  I forgot.  I slapped Brad's back and got up, leaving a trail of
water on my way to Code.  George looked up at me as I grinned down at him
and Cody eating his dick.  "This will sting a little, George."  I reached
out and grabbed his nipples through the dense fur on his chest, tugging
slightly, and nipping them with the minimal fingernails I had.  He grunted
and his pecs, biceps,traps, and forearms ballooned.  He seemed to sit up
taller as his glutes enlarged and his lats widened.  his calves enlarged,
and so did his thighs.  Little muscle monster.  His pecs got big... his
areolas became the size of fifty cent pieces, the nipples lengthening in my
grasp, thickening and pulsing and they nipples started to drip a few drops.
He smelled... damn... he smelled like a locker room.  His eyes got very
bright, focused.  He stared at me and I fucking came.  What the fuck????


"Clyde!!"


"Come here!!"


He did the same damned thing to Clyde.


What the hell??


"George... are you ok?"


He grinned at me.  "That DID sting."  He looked at me.  I came again.
FUCK.


"Can you control that?"


"What?"  I came fucking again.  "Stop it George."


"What... this?"


All five of us blasted in our shorts.


"Yeah, that, buddy.  I like it, but... fuck."  He did it again... all five
of us grew uncontrollable erections and blew another load.


"Um... Stuart?"


"I told y'all... I don't have any say in what it does.  The Universe
decides."


"George...  it's fun and all, and I like it, but... don't. Please."


He smiled, that beautiful wide toothed sparkling eyed smile, little bear
jock... god he smelled good, and Cody was still valiantly swallowing thick
hairy rooted smarmy bear dick between his legs, furry nuts against his
sweet chin.


"Can you control it?"


George looked pensive.  "Can I try it out on you?"


"Of course."


He looked at me thoughtfully.  I hardened.  slowly.  A soft glow of
irresistible horniness crept over me.  I wanted to fuck.  I wanted to suck.
I wanted dick.  It kept getting stronger until I felt like a mass of
uncontrollable lust.  It was unfocused and ... everywhere.  Fuck me, let me
fuck you... I was shivering... I wanted dick. in me, on me, around me.  and
I could smell HIM.


"George."


"Yeah?"


"Can you turn it down?"


I started to feel... more in control of myself... less out of body.  Still
horny but less needy.  Cody had deep throated the monster by now and was
keening happily in George's lap, gurgling around thick dick and the hair
around George's root, even managing to get his talented tongue onto George
nuts to give them some attention.  Cody was a dick hound, no doubt, and
loved a challenge.  George was groaning, his eyes rolling up into his head.


"You're different than the rest of us, George."


He refocused on me, eyes heavy lidded from Cody's ministrations. "Just
because I can do this?"


We fucking all came.  Again.


"Stop that, you fucker."  OK... we all laughed, wet shorts and all.
Teenager games.  Of course he could have his fun figuring it out.


I wondered when that talent would be necessary.  I was certain that it
would be called into play.


Then... it happened.


George was enjoying Cody's deep wet throat, gripping his hair, Cody's spit
coating his crotch, humping up to his slightly, whimpering occasionally and
suddenly, he started to leak.  "What the fuck???"


I smiled... but only for a second before the breeze brought his scent to my
nostrils.  Holy fucking shit.  George WAS different.  THAT scent was ... I
was fucking boned.  Out of control boned.  I NEEDED him.  I leaned down
... had to lean down, and Clyde was feeling it too, beside me.  we leaned
in and sucked.  Holy shit we both came as we licked him.  MORE.  we needed
MORE of him.  George chortled... he chuckled, somehow knowing what was
happening, and overwhelmed by physical sensation came in Cody's throat.  He
was breathing heavily as he observed "You pack a wallop, Stuart."


I groaned into his chest and came again.  Clyde got behind me and slid his
monster inside... I was fucked inside and out, and I was losing blood out
of my knees scraped raw on the flagstones, Clyde filling me, coming in my
guts.  ooooh... I didn't want this to end.  I came again, sucking harder on
George tit, feeling my libido rise higher, lunging my ass harder onto
Clyde, reaching back to stroke his flank in appreciation while inhaling the
odor of sex around me in huge whiffs of man scent.  The intensity didn't
seem to have a ceiling.  Clyde came in me again and I shuddered on him, my
ass walls gripping his meat while I mewled my desire back at him, at Cody,
at George.  I was wracked with another hands free orgasm that didn't seem
to want to end.  The blood from my knees was staining the stone below us
and I didn't give a shit.  More dick... more man, more sweat, more come.
We were all dripping wet with sweat and grunting as one, humping, caressing
on a rising tide of lust.


Brad saved us.


A big fucking paw slapped my jaw.  another twisted his partner off George's
big pud.  He punched George in the gut.


"STOP."


Since when had Brad become the voice of reason???


"OK George.  Reign it in.  We get it and you've had your fun.  Stuart CAN
take it all back and believe me from personal experience you do not want to
have that happen, so figure it out... and don't be a megalomaniac about it.
We all have ... talents. "


To emphasize his point Brad showed us one he hadn't exhibited before.
George was stuck to his seat on the bench, unable to move or speak.  "I
think fifteen minutes in a straght jacket should allow you some time to
think about it."  He turned and walked down the stairs to throw more wood
on the fire.


I ... followed, looking back at Clyde, who nodded at me in my wake.  He
reached for Cody's arm and they went to join Lukas who was looking mightily
flummoxed at the back of the patio.


"Hey."


Brad looked down at me, the big ox.


"Hey yourself."


"Can we..."


"The rock?"


"Yeah.  You and me."


"OK.  You need..."


"You."


"Me, too.  Let's go."


He threw the wood on the fire to keep the hot tub warm and we trudged off
into the woods.  15 minutes later we were on a sun warmed rock, a cliff
high above the gorge and Brad, my attempted murderer and best friend... big
ugly tattooed ear pierced hypermasculine buddy was dangling his legs 500
feet in the air right along with mine.


"He's stuck there."


"Should be loosening up about now."


"I didn't know you could do that."


"It just came to me right then."


"So it doesn't freak you out when I..."


I blinked out.


"No.  It's weird.  I know where you are."


"Clyde said the same thing."


"You can talk to him... mentally."


"Yes."


"Hey Brad."


"Yeah?"


"Can we ...?"


I blinked back in, looking at him sincerely.


"You want to bleed again?"


"No.  I want to show you how much you mean to me."


I laid him on the warm stone in the sunlight with the falls thundering
hundreds of feet below us, a warm summer breeze washing over our naked
bodies.  I blew him.  I touched him.  I licked his armpits rubbing my face
in his singular scent of sweat and pheromones with a slight edge of
kindness overlaid with deep woody masculinity, sucked his pecs and drank
his lactation, compelled to caress his massive body... I turned him over
and grabbed his muscular back, deeply caressing each muscle grouping,
licking down his spine until I reached the other heady source of his scent
and matted the hair on his ass down with saliva, circling the target, then
licking along his ass trench between those huge glutes sniffing him, until
I reached my target.  He spread his legs while I ate his asshole, massaged
his ring with my tongue, sucked it... nipped it, and pierced him, eliciting
groans from the big man in a big bass rumble. I caressed his wings, rubbed
his traps, made him come over and over and over and over... the rock was
soaked in semen, and I was lost in the scent of my friend... loving the
waning long rays of sunlight on our bodies.


He grabbed me at one point, frustrated in horniness and rolled me on my
back, pinning me beneath his massive body, twisted my frame up onto my
shoulders and slammed his mouth into my ass and devoured my hole with
greedy animalistic sounds, sometimes taking great heaping inhales of my
scent before he pinned me to the rock with his massive appendage and fucked
me until I begged, and bled for him, my shoulders scraped raw by the rock
beneath us.  I fucked him right back and when he had the full length of my
malleable monster in him with the apple sized head lodged beyond his third
sphincter he got strangely silent and whispered my name again and again,
stuck in a continuous orgasmic loop, staring at me bleary eyed with a big
grin on his face.


Afterwards, after I made the semen and blood go away and he healed my
wounds including the still ipping lacerations on my knees from earlier on
the upper patio, we laughed together and were not afraid of wearing our
leavings on our way back to the tub.  It was getting late.  Lukas had set
out lanterns for the evening.  As we got to the top of the stairs I
observed Cody enveloped in Clyde's arms and Lukas ensconced in George's arm
(much bigger arm).


Clyde looked at me grinning over Cody's head.  "You two look sticky."


"Yes sir.  We need a shower.  It was a nice walk."


"Welcome back... get cleaned up and come to me.  Cody needs Brad.  I need
you."


That sums us up.  We're a team.  THE introduction had yet to happen.  Clyde
knew it was festering with me.  OK... not tomorrow... not the day after but
soon... when we were back in town.  Hank and Luke.  Made for each other.
Hank wouldn't know what hit him.


"George... you want to see why I called you?"


"Cody... can you and Luke cover dinner?"


I got a yes, and a yes.


"Clyde?"


"Driving."


We hit George's Commander and got flashlights, headed to Clyde's jeep
truck.


On the way down the mountain, George had questions, of course.


"Stuart is the source?"


Clyde answered.  "Yes... and he doesn't understand it fully.  We're working
on that."


"it's different for everyone?"


"Very.  You got more muscular and obviously more... libidinous.  Your
special talent is obnoxious, but fun.  I hope you understand it has its
place and won't abuse it."


George laughed.  "It's like a fucking fraternity stunt.  No... it's cute in
it's place.  What frightens me is the ability to make men horny... and
boned... the sublevel of it.  And Brad's ability to make me my own personal
prisoner, of course."


We all laughed. Clyde nodded to him in the rear view mirror.  "That
frightened me as well.  That's very powerful, George. Stuart did not do
that to you deliberately.  He only conveys these powers.  He has no control
over what they are.  You have to treat them responsibly."


"The hot tub scene was fun.  I don't want to kid around with mass
ejaculations anymore unless its... just us having fun."


"OK.  Good.  You are going to like this, George."


We rode down a forty foot tall caterpillar trail to a flat plain by the
riverbed that was nothing but cat trails and big mounds of bottomland dirt.


Clyde's Jeep crawled and George was getting excited in the back seat.  He
asked me to explain the layout for the new building and I gave it to him.
His eyes gleamed in the moonlight.


"Come on, buddy."


We got muddy... boots in the excavation and then... the small opening and
the flashlights came on.


small 7' entrance, a largish corridor of wet limestone, and then... there
it was.  150 foot tall room and a lake.


"You said it was an acre.  That's two acres."


Clyde was staring at George.


He was transfixed by him.


"George..."


"Yeah?"


"You are about to have the best sexual experience of your life.  I am going
to go grab a smoke."


I did.


I came back twenty minutes later and Clyde had (from where I don't know)
laid a blanket down and was fucking his monster into George and ...  George
had his head buried in Clyde's armpit licking, sniffing, grunting, and was
begging for more.  MORE dick, more daddy, more gentling, more filling, more
arms, more Clyde.  MORE.  Clyde never left a man unfulfilled. George was
another satisfied customer, but Clyde took it personally... he wrapped his
arms around George and he was the only person on the planet at that moment
and George came with Clyde's dick buried big and wet and hard inside him.
He shuddered and grasped Clyde hard and keened into his chest.  MORE
PLEASE!!!  Clyde delivered, and came into George... filling him with his
murky care for him.  If there was one thing Clyde was, it was a sincere
lover... and he shared his gift lovingly.  When Clyde came,,, there would
be a solid hug behind it.  George would sleep well tonight. I kissed
Clyde's forehead and he grinned and gentled George.


"Told you so."


"Oh.  More, Clyde... please."


Clyde grinned at him and filled him one more... time... all the way. George
cried out and grabbed big sweaty shoulders and sighed...ooooh full of big
dick and cared for.  Clyde's magic was transformative.  He could make a man
cry from the joy in his company.  He delighted in it.  He was very
sincere... Clyde was not manipulative, although he could probably be so if
he wanted.  He changed men... from within.  Made them better.  Made them
see... joy.  Through his smiling eyes and careful attention, and, of
course, multiple orgasms. He came.  They came, and came, and came.  he
smiled and made them happy.  My mate.  Big fucking monster full
of... cream.




"Hey you two. We came down here to look at a cave.  Let's get our shoes on
and finish before dawn."


Clyde looked up at me and I swear he wasn't even blushing through his grin.
"He's so... Oooh Stuart,,, he's so sweet."


"I know buddy... He's so beautiful."


"Mmmm hmmm."


"We need to get out of here and make breakfast. I want the day off in the
tub with you."


Clyde buried himself deep in George and George came again... coating his
thick fur with another load. Clyde laughed, and George did, too.  OK... one
for the road.


"George... get out from underneath my partner and finish your first glance,
please.  I can't take much more sex in the next..."  Dammit he grinned at
me and I came.  Fucker.  He did it again.  "Fuck you George.  I hate you."


He did it again and had tears in his eyes laughing.  "You sonofabitch.
STOP."  I almost fell on my knees.


"OK. Sanity.  Can you peel your big lug off me? "  Clyde looked up at me
sheepishly.  "Hey Romeo... come back home now, OK?"


My big strong soldier disconnected and stood, gloriously naked and covered
in semen, towering over me... closing in on me... scaring me... grinning.


"you smell... perfect."  I wanted to be his come rag all day long, and he
knew it.  I wanted to borrow George's talent to make him come inside me
over and over and over again... just fill me up.  That was my mate... I
wanted him to own me. P-H-E-W. Clyde.


"Get up, George."


"Let's explore."


Past the lake we encountered small rooms, and finally after three quarters
of an hour, another HUGE room... and it was about an acre lake with a
waterfall into it at the far end... but with a beach... a sandy beach.
Never touched.  George was beside himself.  He wasn't joking "This is one
of the most significant finds of my time, ever.  I wonder if we will find
markings."


"Does that mean more fucking?"


"It means more everything."


I looked at Clyde and he knew what I was thinking.  "Yes... Brad and Cody.
Here.  a hoot."


"This connects with the retaining wall behind the main lobby.  Do we sell
tours?"


"Of course," Clyde offered.  "We're going to need more parking."


"Done." I said. explaining the additional 12 acres.  "Luke has space to run
his repair and customization business and we have space for all the
touristas and their buses anyone can throw at us."


It was dark and cold and it needed lit and I was over being inside the
mountain.  "Clyde.  Please come sit with me in the tub. I'm frickin'
freezing."


"Not without George."


We made our way out to the Jeep... in scrawny swim briefs we wore from the
tub last night as the workmen were arriving to clean up and scarify the
site.  A few of them regarded our scantily clad muscular bodies with envy,
some with scorn.  One tough looking guy with thickly pierced ears and a
shaved head and piercing green eyes stared first at pecs, then checked out
our packages as he strode past us.  I looked back, and yep, he had turned
to check out man ass.  I nodded at him.  We proceeded to the work we had to
do, and so did they.


The Jeep climbed.  Clyde glanced at me and stared at George in the rear
view mirror.  He hadn't pulled his trick (with two exceptions) in over 12
hours.  He seemed to be getting into his groove of self comfort.  No more
kid with a new toy.  "Hey George."


 "Yeah?"


"Why no more spontaneous orgasms?"


"That was cute, wasn't it?  It wasn't very nice.  OK, so I can do it,
but...  it's like a parlor trick.  Cute once, but... not real endearing.  I
love come... I like guys jazzing... It's cool I can do it, but... I like it
homespun like the DICK-tator here unreels."  He kissed Clyde's neck while
he drove.


Both Clyde and I laughed.  Clyde's special talent was submission. Anyone
else's.  It was not intentional or divisive with him... he just made others
abandonly submit to him, wantonly, givingly, full force, and he cherished
it.  He was huge, masculine, soft, caring, thoughtful, gentle, and
... owning... he dominated in a very caring manner, occupying, filling,
wrapping huge arms around his partner, making them feel... cared for and
loved and wanted and needed.  Clyde... didn't fuck.  He changed the entire
concept of sexuality.  He made sex... VERY personal.  You didn't walk away
from fucking Clyde without having been fully transformed as a human.  For
days you would shake your head freaked out by what you learned, and what
you still felt in your heart.


He was mine.  Damn.  He was a vicious fighter.  Mean sonofabitch.  Nobody
knew better than me. Maybe Brad.  He had shed more blood than any of us,
and ... that was just part of his job.  Cody understood it, but he was a
desk jockey.  Poor George, he had no fucking clue what was going on here,
and was just riding back to the hot tub with two slightly modified fuck
buddies.  Fuck... he hadn't even been introduced to a bed yet, and there
was only one in the cabin... Wait til he saw the complex.  He thought he
was bewildered before.  We'd put him in the second bed off the auto
shop. He'd prolly come sleep with Clyde and me.  Warm.  soft.  hairy.
welcoming guys.  mmmm.


The flagstones under the tires... Clyde hopped out and opened George's
door.  I headed to the fireplace and added more logs.  The dog tags jingled
and she circled us, glad to have us back home.  I petted her and she
grinned.  "HEY BRAD!!!!"


"YEAH FUCKWAD??"


He was yelling down from the tub above.


"YOU WANT FOOD??"


"NOPE.  JUST MORE ASS."


Heinous.  He was the most obnoxious brother I could have ever wished for in
my life and I loved him so much he made me cry when I saw him after we had
been apart.  yeah... OK... he tried to kill me twice.  It wasn't my fault
he turned into his gay fantasy of himself.  I just ... touched him.  It
wasn't intentional.  He always wanted to be this way.  He was a hell of a
lot less cocky now that he was a big militant gay man... and more
comfortable with himself.  well... not comfortable, but bigger, more self
assured, and with a dick to die for.  He still had doubts, but not many.


Joker.  always the provoker, and always my friend.  He was Cody's mate, and
I pined for Cody.  My mate, Clyde, and Cody's partner Brad both knew it.  I
loved Cody.  Cody was my soul mate.  I wanted him night and day.  He was my
brother. Well, it made sense.  He was the first. so... the bond was extra
strong, and Brad didn't take offense nor did Clyde.  They got it.  I knew
where Cody belonged... with Brad, but... I'd look at him and my
heart... oooooh Cody.  and I'd catch a whiff of Clyde.  woof.


My man.  He could make a day stand tall and freeze it... reach out arms
wide and I would fall into them. He could change the rotation of the
planets.  Clyde.  Damn.  I need to change my shorts.  these are soaked. I
love clothing soaked in man junk.


I listen to podcasts while I write sometimes.  "hotheads" is playing
currently... it's wonderful.


Two firemen realizing they love each other.. the bitter battles over
masculinity and the potential loss of it in falling in
love... assholes... coming to terms with it... rat
basterds... acceptance... beautiful moments.  nice. good story.




So Clyde.  He gentled George.  He made him feel like a million bucks.  I
saw it.  I saw a lot of Clyde's exploits.  He Loved.  Clyde loved.  He
shared.  That was his gift.


I still wasn't sure what my own gift was... maybe I wasn't supposed to have
one.  George's was hilarious.  Clyde's was ethereal, Cody's
was... well... he was the bottom y'all dreamed of your entire life... and
there he was.  Lukas... he was trouble.  He would be every fucking fantasy
you ever had in your entire life and he would do it right now, and he would
thank you for it.


Lukas probably had the worst gift of us all.  OK... mine is all of it
combined, but Luke's... he saw and felt everything.His empathy was
pathetic.  and painful.  I had held him on nights when his pain was
immeasurable just because he had seen... felt so much.  OK.  God dammit.
It was going to be time soon. He and Hank would finally meet.  I had to
devise a plan for that, but I had the day.  Maybe I could disappear while
the boys relaxed and think with my hands at the computer.


I turned to Clyde.  He and George were carrying equipment back to George's
Commander.


"I'm going to grab a nap on the front porch and then get a bite to eat.
You're welcome to join me.  Both of you, if you like."


George spoke up.  "I'd like to join you for a drink if you're having one,
then go get to know the guys better while you two... recharge.  I'm too
jazzed to rest."


I understood completely.  If I were George I would be giddy right now.


"OK George, but no calls on this until we decide how we're handling it, OK?
I don't want DNR nor anyone else in here claiming rights to anything.
These are my and Brad's properties and we may need legal assistance before
we break anything about it.  I just can't figure out how they built the
damned highway over the entrance tunnel and never discovered it."


I focused on Cody.


`Code.'


`Hey Stu.  Are you back?'


`Yeah.  Missed you.'


`Same here.'


`George is going to have a drink with Clyde and I on the front porch and
then join you all if you don't have any specific plans.  Clyde and I are
probably going to catch a nap and some snacks later.'


`Luke and I were just talking about making breakfast.  Why don't we bring
the three of you something light on the porch while we're cooking for the
three of us.'


`That sounds great big guy.  We'll see you in a bit.'


I turned to George.  "Cody and Lukas are going to put together snacks and
will bring something to us on the porch while we chat.  Let's go build a
fire."


George stared at me slack jawed for a moment, then at Clyde. Clyde looked
at me and grinned in amusement at George's reaction, then back at George
and nodded.  "They're almost more mentally connected than the two of us,
George. They pretty much always know where the other is, what they are
feeling, and they... are bonded together without being mated like Stuart
and me."


I was already walking toward the porch with dog tags jingling behind me.
Up the Hemlock stairs and around the corner, the fireplace was already lit
(Cody knew what I would want before I even thought about it) and a love
seat and a chair sat around a low table with a small covered bowl of baba
ganoush and some olive tapenade and a container of naan, sliced for
dipping. a twisted branch parsons table under the cabin window held a
bucket of ice, a bowl of sliced apples in water, a bottle of my favorite
bourbon, low ball glasses, and an open pack of cigarettes.  The computer
table sat by the hearth with my phone charging on it, and new speakers to
play my favorite podcasts.  My chair had a towel flung over its back brace,
and a dog bed sat out of reach of sparks by the desk with a bowl of water
and an empty bowl for food beside it.  The bed was freshly made and sat
with the head against the cabin wall between the window and the cabin door
facing the river beyond, big pillows stacked like piles of snow with the
sheets turned down.  The tray on the coffee table held an ashtray with a
lighter and one cigarette in it, a cigar and a cutter, Clyde's brand, and
another cigar I had never seen nor heard of before.


I built an apple julep and grabbed the one cigarette and lit it, turning to
walk to the rail as the dog settled in by the fire.  I noticed Cody had put
a container of her food on the shelf above the fireplace.  I guess he was
serious when he said I needed to chill out.


Heavy footsteps (two sets) on the stairs.  I didn't even turn, staring out
at the canyon, listening to the river, wishing I was in it.  I heard a
chuckle behind me.


"It's like a gay man's equivalent of a Norman Rockwell painting.  Don't
fall over that railing wishing, buddy."


I turned and George was looking at Clyde curiously.


"Oh come on George, you know about the water bug.  This is where we
typically have to tie him down to keep him out of the damned boat."


George smiled.  "You're still that way??"  He was looking at me
questioningly.


I nodded, sheepishly.


"Difficult to cure," George observed.


"More like impossible," Clyde offered, shaking his head and smiling.  "He
nearly killed Brad with a boat.  He was actually trying to do so.  He even
coerced me into dropping over a twelve foot waterfall with the entire river
burying me under it."


"It's not the ENTIRE river," I objected.


"OK, three quarters of it!  Details!"


George laughed "I've been on a couple of rivers with him. Slippery
sonofabitch."


"And HOW." Clyde had returned from building his own drink and slipped his
big fucking arms around me from behind, pawing my chest with those big
mitts, licking my neck, rubbing his erection into my ass.  I sighed and
scrubbed my face into his hair and inhaled my mate's scent. Damn I wanted
this so badly... just time in each other's arms.  I set my drink down and
covered his hands with mine.


`I missed you, you big bastard.'


`I missed you, you skinny fucker.'


`Want a cigar?'


`Yup.'


`Sit.'


Clyde took up the far end of the love seat away from the chair and I
grabbed the cutters and the lighter.  He took a pull off his bourbon while
I cut the cigar and lit it the way he liked the first burn and handed it to
him.


"George, apparently you like cigars as well," I looked up at him.


"Only in the last couple of years."  I pointed at the tray, and asked "Does
that look familiar?"


"That's my favorite!"


I laughed. "That's the way things work here.  There is probably a case
downstairs."


His eyes got wide (again, this was getting old) "I have to custom order
those and wait for them to be made."


I handed the cutters and lighter to him.  "Enjoy, and make yourself a
drink."


George settled into the chair after getting himself set.  I put some more
wood on the fire and settled in by Clyde, my hand draped into his crotch,
softly fondling his masculinity there, reassured by his closeness.


George looked at the two of us like he was seeing us for the first time.
"You two..."


"What, George?"


"You..."


"You seem like an unlikely match, but you fit together perfectly."


Clyde chimed in "Contrast. Speed, size.  It seems odd to others.  Not to
us."  His hand fell into my own crotch, slowly moving, a reassuring touch.


Clyde blew out a large cloud of smoke and without asking as he downed his
liquor grabbed my glass and headed to build two more drinks.  He handed me
a smoke and I lit up as he finished up.  Before returning he walked to
George's chair and dropped three apple slices in his bourbon.  "You forgot
the best part."


He grabbed our drinks and sat back down beside me.  I yawned and settled in
among the two comforters Cody had draped over the bench.  I looked down and
realized I was still coated in come and I had not changed my shorts. Clyde
ran his hand under them and raised his fingers to his nose and inhaled,
smiling at George who was tasting the apples in his bourbon with an
approving look on his face.


"Fucker has to have apples in his bourbon and broccoli three meals a day,
George," observed the beast beside me who grabbed my wrist and placed my
hand in his shorts.


While I ran my fingers through his damp pubes and over his wet nuts wishing
I could lick them, George asked "Stuart, how did you and Clyde... get this
way?"


Clyde busted out laughing.  I removed my hand from his shorts and scrubbed
my wet fingers into my moustache so I could smell him there, then tasted
them. I drew on my smoke and exhaled, taking a taste of bourbon and apple,
observing "George... it took a few broken bones and a lot of determination
on Clyde's part.  I am not the easy lay I may appear."


Clyde shook his head, glancing at me, then staring at George. "He damn near
tore me to pieces in the process, George.  Thankfully we only have to do it
once.  I hurt him, he hurt me... we shared souls.  Now... we're sort of,
well, together for eternity."


"That's pretty big," offered a George seemingly more bewildered than he had
been to this point.


He was getting confused and we still hadn't given him the short history of
the past weeks. Baby steps, and frankly... I didn't want to go through it
all right now.  Too tired, and George was too wired.  I hadn't even touched
the food on the table.  I wanted Clyde under a shower, then between the
sheets, and our arms around each other in slumber for a little while.  I
hadn't had sex in hours and for the first time in a while didn't give a
fuck.  I had hit the wall. I yawned.


Clyde looked at George as he wrapped a paw around my neck and kissed the
top of my head, reading my thoughts.


"We're going to shower George, and get into bed here for a little while.
You are welcome to join us to rest or go hang out with the guys if you want
to work off more energy."


Clyde stood up, pulling me with him, and I reached down and slid his shorts
off.  He did the same to me and we moved to the other side of the cabin
door and turned on the outside shower, rinsing off and soaping each other
up.  George sat there and watched, his huge boner evident beneath his own
shorts, like he was watching a porn movie, which I guess in a manner of
speaking he was. Two lithe muscular men, a study in contrast to each other,
our bodies gleaming in the water and soap, caressing each other, semi hard,
obviously aroused in each other's company.


"I'm going to head up to the tub with the others.  You all enjoy your time.
Thank you for calling me Stuart, and for... everything else as well."


"Catch you after a while, George," I responded, and he was gone.


I grabbed one of the towels Cody had set out and dried us both off.  We
poured one more drink and sat on the love seat with the dog at our feet by
the fire as we air dried.  I dropped food into her bowl and asked her the
question, she obeyed and I released her to eat.  By the time we had
finished our drinks I was ready to return the contents of the tray to the
fridge and George was climbing between the sheets, and the dog had returned
to slumber by the fire.  When I returned he was lying there, huge and scary
and soft and beautiful and I fell into bed on top of him and inhaled at his
neck.  Finally. I slid over, his thigh between my legs, one arm on his
chest, the other over his bicep, my face in his armpit, and drifted off
into sleep as I felt him pull the sheet up over us and begin long sleepy
intakes of breath himself.  The river roared below us in our mutual
comfort.


George climbed the stairs to the tub and discovered Cody astraddle Brad's
lap on a bench impaled on his huge meat softly groaning as Lukas stood
leaning over them, suckling on Cody's lactating chest.  George stood there,
not having lost his erection from watching the shower on the front porch.
He was entranced by the frankness of the giving here... the pleasure, and
having only witnessed that, was not so sure he hadn't walked into a sex
club in the mountains, nor what the ramifications were with these guys.


What he did know was that he was personally different, stronger, more
muscular, broader, heavier, leaner, and horny all the fucking time.  Until
last night he had spent his entire life with a nine inch cut dick, and now
it hung ten uncut soft, and got thick as his wrist and grew another two
inches hard and the skin didn't retract even when he was hard unless he
pulled it back and only then did it get stuck tucked under the broad ridge
of his glans.  The new sensitivity of the uncut head drove him fucking up
the wall.  He was conscious of it all the fucking time.  It felt so good,
he was sporting a semi constantly.  He seemed to leak continuously and his
new improved nipples made his asshole tingle when anything touched them.
When Clyde was fucking him and touched them they would spurt masculine
smelling liquid out and he would come hands free. It was an entirely new
way of experiencing being a man.  What he did not know that he was also
carrying the gift of regeneration similar to Clyde's.  If he were wounded
he could heal himself rapidly.


Standing there looking at these men in rut the direction of the breeze
changed and he caught their scent from across the tub.  He orgasmed on the
spot, hands free.  They smelled so good he was compelled to go to them and
touch them.  Approaching, he placed his hand on Luke's back and stroked
him.  So beautiful... Luke had the body of an Adonis, covered in gleaming
golden down, his lats flared out and his back muscles were taut as he
leaned into Cody's chest.  He didn't flinch when George touched him and
began exploring his body, did not stop his work in caressing Cody while
Cody in turn rode his mate's massive appendage holstered in his guts.  Cody
was writhing against Brad's chest and both of them grinned at George
through heavily lidded eyes as Code rode the bone.


Luke bent down farther and began to lick the obscene connection, sucking up
precome and ass juice from Brad's huge testicles and Cody's ass ring
stretched tight around Brad's meat, both pulsing as Cody scrubbed himself
into Brad's pubic bush.  LuKas was taking great intakes of air, smelling
his friends in their heat, running his hands over Cody's compact muscular
body.  Cody moved one of his hands to Luke's head and held him tight to the
connection while the other reached over his shoulder to grasp Brad's neck.
Brad's hands were on the inside of Cody's thighs holding him tightly into
his lap as he humped up into his body and Cody was gasping and keening
happy little bear sounds into the woods around them.


George sensed another scent in the air and noticed it came from Luke.  He
leaned down and sniffed and felt something within him change.  There was a
growing desire to be with Luke... intimately... to make him feel good... to
make him feel loved.  He kissed his back and tasted it on his lips, Luke's
sweat tasted... salty, sweet, sexual, sensual.  He trailed his tongue down
his spine and the scent became stronger. He stepped back and looked down.
Luke's golden furred dimpled ass was gleaming with sweat and George leaned
down and tasted the top of his ass crack where the sweat had collected
after running down his back.


He got onto his knees behind Luke and stared at the shadows made by the
strands of muscles in his glutes under his skin and leaned forward to kiss
them.  The scent was stronger here, musty, deep, concentrated.  George
wanted to make Luke feel good with all his being and leaned in running his
tongue over the cheeks, then into the space between them, tasting Luke's
most private scent.  He traveled lower and the scent and taste got darker
and he suddenly couldn't take it any more.  He buried his face in Luke's
ass and tongued him, great swaths of saliva bathing Luke's ass trench until
he came in contact with Luke's most intimate opening and... he kissed it.


Luke's sphincter moved under his lips, pulsing and contracting, opening,
beckoning George to lick it, taste it, suck it, to pleasure Luke from the
inside out, and he did.  His face was smeared with ass juice and Luke's
scent, his tongue snaking its way into Luke's asshole, spearing him again
and again, and Luke began to react, spreading his legs, George spread his
cheeks with his hands and tongued deeper, this time eliciting a groan from
Luke who had not stopped licking Brad's nuts and dick, Cody's asshole
tightly ensconcing the big meat at the center of his world.  Luke was
dripping onto the stone below him and George wrapped his fist around the
dick and brought a nine inch meal back between his legs and began to polish
the head with the flat of his tongue, slicking the big meat up as he licked
the shaft, the nuts above it, the perineum then, ending at the pulsing wet
hole seemingly gasping open and closed, begging to be filled.  George
reached down to his own monster and squeezed out a handful of man lube and
applied it to Luke's hole as he dove down to eat Luke's cock again.


The effect was almost instantaneous and George and Luke both would not have
believed it if they hadn't experienced it.  First Luke froze in place and
his hips began to vibrate and his grunts became groans as he unloaded in
George's mouth.  His asshole changed... blossoming open and becoming a long
slot, gaping open and closed and Luke began to feel a hunger he had never
felt before.  He pulled away from Cody and Brad by inches, enough to say
"Please.  Please put it in me.  Please," and returned to his work
pleasuring his friends.


George was shocked, watching the ass lips convulse and ran his tongue over
them.  They distended and sucked in, flowered open and closed. They were
rigid, firm, and opened and closed hungrily.  He wanted his dick in there
badly.  George stood, still dripping, and placed the hooded head of his
thick as a wrist dick to lay across Luke's widely spread ass trench, the
head just above his new slot.  The only thing that slot was missing was a
clit, but George knew damned well where that was for Luke... you just
couldn't see his nut from the outside.  He dripped more precome onto Luke's
hole and he groaned louder, his asslips kissing George's shaft. George ran
two fingers through the wet mess of Luke's ass crack and inserted them
slowly into the gaping gash, straight down toward his dangling prick,
making contact with the swollen gland inside.  Luke's head shot up and he
shouted great groans as he unloaded onto the patio, stream after thick
stream of come splattering everywhere.  George massaged him until he
finally came down from his orgasm, then gentled him as his face fell back
to work, this time engulfing Cody's thick leaking dick and sucking hard on
his friend while his hands stroked Brad's huge nutsack and tickled Cody
from hole to pole.  His ass was dancing against the big dick against it.


All the while Cody and Brad had been watching George's ministrations and
their eyes had grown wide at the transformation of Luke's ass... Brad
couldn't keep his thoughts to himself any more.  "George... I've never seen
anyone so ready, so hungry... stop teasing Luke.  Fill him up."


George looked down and a pool of his precum had collected in the small of
Luke's back.  he swiped his palm through it and smeared it over his dick,
catching more on his fingers as he plugged them into Luke's ass again to
lubricate his guts.  Luke danced on the fingers, unable to control the
rising hunger in his guts.  He needed dick, NOW.  His groans became
whimpers, and he fucked himself up on to George's hand.  His pecs were now
leaking all over Brad's legs and he plunged his mouth farther down onto
Cody's root, making pathetic sounds of desperate need.  George didn't
understand the reaction but his cock was starting to feel very lonely in
the air.  With a look of apology into Cody's eyes he reached under Luke,
grabbed a leaking pec, squeezed and pulled his torso up to a forty five
degree angle, angled his own hips back and down until his head found Luke's
new ass mouth and massaged it with the head of his shrouded dick, burping
more precome into the hole.  Luke's reaction was immediate, pressing back
against the intruder until he had pressed the foreskin off the head and the
wide ridge of the glans locked itself inside his asshole.  Luke's eyes
rolled back into their sockets and saliva dripped out of his mouth as his
face went slack, his body humping back carefully onto the incredibly thick
truncheon invading his rectum.  George reached down to his hips and stopped
their rocking with one hand, never letting up on the nipple he was grasping
with the other, leaning forward to kiss the nape of Luke's neck.  Luke was
speechless, slack jawed, breathing hard ... panting.


George began to rock his hips slowly and as if to try to open farther for
him, Luke spread his legs, taking a wider stance to allow more breadth of
the thick monster to enter him, to fill him up.  He bent his knees, both
hands now on Brad's knees.  He opened his eyes and stared at both Brad and
Cody, not seeing them.  Brad grasped Cody's nipples, still humping up into
his mate, and they both stared in wonder at Luke's transformative fuck in
the hands of this handsome little bear.  They heard George lean over and
whisper to Luke "Thank you, Luke...You feel so good, amazing.  I love the
way you're pulsing around my dick... I've never felt anything like it.
Just relax. OK? Just let go and enjoy yourself.  We both know you want it,
and it's OK.  I want to give it to you, to make you happy and feel loved
inside and out.  Just open a little wider, OK, buddy?"


That did it.  Luke arched his back and suddenly, George slid home.  Luke
cried out at the top of his lungs breathing in great heaving gasps of air,
arching his back toward George, stuffing his own ass full of impossibly
huge dick and punch fucking his prostate in the process.  He started coming
again, his jizz shooting in great high arcs into Brad and Cody's hair, all
over their chests, Cody's genitals, the obscene connection they shared in
their big man - little man version of theater seating, and the bench
beneath them.  George's precum flowing into his ass ensured that Luke never
came down from his lustful high and he reached back with one hand to grasp
George's hairy muscular ass to pull him in father, tighter, and a bass
rumble came out of his chest as he worked to screw himself onto George's
massive prod, ensuring he was fully holstered on the full length of monster
cock stretching his guts.  His pecs were streaming fluid down his chest and
he was grinding himself into George, his eyes slammed closed, his mouth
spread open in a rictus of pleasure and pain.


"Holy shit."  Brad again.  He was never one to issue effusive praise, but
this was a pretty high watermark for him.


The big dick was doing terrible and amazing things to Luke and he began to
vibrate in George's arms.  George stood him up fully and Luke began to
squat and raise himself up and down on the colossal meat inside him,
feeling it rake through his intestine, sliding over his prostate again and
again, pressing against the back of his reproductive system.  He began
crying out "OH, OH, OH!" and his eyes opened in surprise, now holding both
of George's glutes in his hands as he bounded up and down on the big meat.


"I'm coming again!" He cried, and he did, unloading again all over Cody and
Brad who couldn't hold back given the scent rolling off his body and his
come raining down on them.  Brad began to unload in Cody's guts, and Cody
couldn't hold back against Brad's monster pulsing against his love nut,
spewing Cody juice in turn all over Luke and George.  That did it for
George, and he grasped Luke tighter, whispering in his ear "I'm going to
cream your guts, Luke.  You make me feel so good. Ungh.  Thank.  You.  Oh
my fucking GOD!"


George went rigid and PLOWED straight up into Luke holding him tight and
screwing him down into his pubes as his dick hardened, got even longer and
harder inside Luke and he began to fire thick jets of sperm laced with even
more of his arousal ambrosia.  Luke shivered and humped back onto George's
big bat and once again fired off a HUGE load onto the men on the bench.
Brad and Cody were stunned watching the lustful display play out before
them... sitting there with mouths agape.  Luke had managed to get three
shots into Cody's mouth and he was fingering his face to get more to taste
as Luke and George wound their way down out of their cloud of lust,
panting.


"I've seen a lot of fucks, men, but... THAT was fucking HOT," Brad
chortled.


Luke looked up, eyes filled with a lusty calm and happy exhaustion,
smiling.  He would need a lot of gentling after that.  Four, maybe five
hands free orgasms.  The boy needed oxygen, electrolytes, and maybe a good
helping of sperm.  Right now they all four needed showers. All were stiff
and sore, and they disentangled and made their way to the shower by the
outbuilding, to soap and rub each other down.  Brad reached down and
grabbed George's dick at one point and said "Big man... you need to try
that thing out on both of us at some point.  That was an amazing fuck."


George blushed.  Other than his whispered communication to Luke mid fuck,
he hadn't uttered one damned word since he came up from leaving Clyde and
Stuart sleeping on the front porch.  He shook his head and grinned at Brad.


Brad nodded "Still figuring it out?"


George smiled and nodded back, still unsure of his voice after... that.
After toweling off, George took Luke to a comforter covered bench and
caressed him, pulled his head against his chest and whispered to him that
he had just given George the most amazing experience of his life, and Luke
turned his head and smiled up at him, rubbing his cheek into the hair on
George's pecs. George leaned down and kissed him, running his hand down his
torso and cupping his surprisingly still turgid genitalia.  They sat
quietly for some time listening to the river and Cody and Brad quietly
talking in the tub beside them.


Brad spoke up. "Cody.  George needs a drink, and our boy needs a Mello
Yello."


They appeared by their sides on side tables, one surprisingly holding a
cigar cutter, a lighter, and an ashtray.  George's brand.  Stuart wasn't
kidding.  Luke sat up and took a big swallow.  George, did the same,
tasting apples and the deep oaky resonant flavor of grain burning his
throat.  He had noticed a modified reaction to alcohol earlier on the front
porch.  It didn't seem to dull his senses as much as it used to, only
spreading a warm relaxing glow through him.  Must be part of the new
George, he reckoned.  he grinned over at Luke and reached over and raised
his arm leaning in to sniff his armpit.  Mmmmm.  warm sweet odor of need
and desire overlaid with the smell of sunshine and grass on a hot summer
day.  Luke was a charmer, like a mountain version of a surfer boy.  George
walked to the hospitality table and built another drink adding apples this
time, taking a big drag off his cigar and letting the scent waft over the
patio.  The scent of pine smoke mingled with the cigar scent and filled the
air with a woodsy masculine aroma and George inhaled and gazed out over the
canyon and grinned.


Brad sat with Cody in the tub on the back shelf and observed George
standing there, his wide hairy back flaring down to a small waist, twin
basketball ass, flaring thighs and calves, bulging biceps, heavy traps, the
trail of hair from his head down his neckline into his ass crack, the big
dick and nuts visible in shadow between his legs and leaned over and
whispered to Cody "I gotta fuck him, Code.  I gotta."  Cody laughed and
smiled up at Brad, responding "Me too Big man, me, too."


Lukas grinned looking over at them, reading their thoughts without
telepathy, taking another swig of his favorite cola, chuckling.  Cody
smiled back.  George missed the encounter entirely.


Lukas asked "Who want's breakfast?"


Three heads turned, realizing all their stomachs were grumbling after the
morning exertions.  Brad and Cody hopped out, toweled off, Cody collected
wet fabric from around the tub, Luke collected glasses, and they headed
down the stairs, Brad depositing more wood on the fire as they crossed the
flagstone drive barefoot, up the stairs and into the cabin.  Cody deposited
laundry while Luke pulled out Cody's prepared morning entrees of bacon,
olive tapenade, roasted red pepper, diced onion, feta cheese, naan,
broccoli, and scrambled eggs waiting to go on the grill.  Cody slipped out
the back door and opened a table by the grill and set out grates for the
packets Luke would be putting together.  Luke busied himself filling
packets and a cast iron skillet with the egg mixture.  George asked if he
could help in any way.


Brad chimed in "George, grab your bag and anything you need for
overnighting and I'll help you get settled in."


George disappeared out to the Commander and returned with a second bag,
grabbing the one he'd brought in earlier. Brad walked over to the door
leading out to the drive and reached over it pushing in the wooden stair
activation panel and the cabin floor swung upward.  George's mouth dropped
open and he stared at Brad as the handrails locked into place.


"It gets a little surreal from here, buddy."


George just stared at him, stone still.


"Come on, follow me," Brad urged, descending the staircase into the
basement.


"We'll leave that staircase open for a bit for you until the system learns
your biometrics.  Until then, use the gestures I use and the system will
open access points for you.


At the bottom of the staircase Brad turned 180 and George followed, deeper
in bewilderment than at any time since his arrival. Brad stopped in front
of the blast door and reached out his left hand, the door swinging open for
them.


"This is your cabin, Brad?"


"I sort of, um... inherited it, and the rest of the property.  As you are
about to see it is much larger than it appears."


They entered the vestibule to the bat cave and Brad reached up with a
spread palm and banks of lights came on over the livery of vehicles.  In
the background the computer room lit up behind its glass wall, and the wall
monitors lit up.


"What in the hell IS this place," George finally gasped.


"A former military installation, George.  We will have time to fill you in
later.  I just wanted to make sure if you wanted to get settled in, have a
shower, anything else, a drink, you would know where everything is."  They
walked to Camp Clyde and Brad opened the door.


"Kitchenette here, icemaker here, dishwasher here, fridge here, pantry here
stocked with snacks and sodas.  Liquor here.  The large bed is Clyde's and
Stuart's.  The smaller bed is yours.  The bath is in the back of the suite,
and you are welcome to use this closet," Brad offered, opening a set of
double doors that was essentially an interior lit built in armoire with
drawers and shelves and a clothing rod.


"Help yourself to anything and if you've forgotten anything, let us know.
If we don't have it, we can have it within 24 hours.  That includes
equipment, specialized exploration gear, you name it."


"What's this all about, Brad?"


"I would prefer we talk about it as a group George.  Besides, breakfast
will be ready soon if you want to clean up in advance.  Feel free to
explore, after breakfast.  Cody and Luke are taking care of us right now.
I am going up to help.  See you in a few minutes.  Hopefully Stuart and
Clyde will be up soon and we can have a group chat after we eat."


Brad disappeared through the Bat Cave.  George looked around the suite and
decided that the most favorable thing toward maintaining sanity would be to
go with the flow.  He opened his clothing bag and unloaded it into the
armoire,depositing the bag on the top shelf.  Grabbing his dopp kit, he
headed for the bath and dropped his dirty clothing into a large bin outside
it labeled LAUNDRY, having a gut feeling it would be returned folded and
ready to use.  He stepped into the shower and used the soap there,
antimicrobial and unscented, to wash, scrubbed his pits with a surgical
cleanser as he and Stuart had done for years, rinsed, toweled off and hit
the sink for a razor trim around his beard. He headed to the armoire and
pulled out cargo shorts that used to fit fine, now tight in the ass and
thighs, slipped on a pair of trekking sandals, and pulled on an old college
tee shirt once a size too large now straining at the seams, his chest and
back hair showing above the collar, the sleeves bulging under the strain of
containing his new musculature.  He looked like a Colt model showing off
his goods.  1st request: New clothing.  He headed out and up into the
cabin, and it was empty.  He opened the back door to raucous laughter and
the sound of bacon sizzling, a table set out with chairs and silverware
near the fireplace, the racks and dishes being pulled from the fireplace
and set on wooden trivets.


"Build your own, rock man," offered Brad, depositing a bottle of sports
drink at each place at the table... each a full quart.  "Drink all of that,
and we have other flavors if you don't like that one.  There are alcoholic
beverages of your choice available as well, but not until you finish your
muscle juice."


George looked at the two extra table settings.


"I'm guessing when Stuart smells broccoli you will want to be out of his
way.  They will probably join us."


Lukas opened packets and set out serving utensils for everything.  Cody
helped Brad fill his plate and he returned to the table and sat.  "Go on,
George, build a burrito, or rancheros, whatever you like.  I like it
mediterranean myself."


George looked down at Brad's plate, filled with greens, protein, basil,
olive spread, feta, and curry sauce and his stomach rumbled audibly.  "That
looks awesome, Brad."


"Make your own, rock man... this, ... is MINE," Brad snarled, grinning.


Lukas and Cody were filling their plates and George joined them, taking a
heaping pile of broccoli, eggs, olive spread, feta, onions, roasted
peppers, baba ganoush, naan, mint chutney, and curry sauce, returning to
the table with a plate and a glass Stuart's green glop.


Brad raised his eyebrows "So who turned who on to the baby puke in a
glass?"


"I think we discovered it together, honestly, and I've been drinking it
ever since," George responded.


Cody and Lukas sat down at the table and started to dig in.


I was having a wonderful dream. Clyde and I were in bed and I was in his
arms and we weren't saying anything at all, just holding each other.  Cody
came up and said "Are you hungry?"  My stomach rumbled, and drowsily I came
out of the dream, my dick stuck to Clyde's thigh in dried precome.  It felt
like I belonged there in his arms, which I suppose I did.  I smelled
broccoli, and Clyde.  Both wonderful smells.  I leaned up and kissed him
and he wrapped his arm around me, licking his lips drowsily.


"Come on big man... I smell breakfast."


"mmmm.  I smell YOU.  Can I just eat you instead?"


"Save the dessert for later.  We need protein."


"You have protein."


"Yes, but Cody and Luke have broccoli."


"Fuck.  You and your broccoli."


"Come on fucker."


I got up and Clyde watched me walk away for a moment and got up himself,
stretching out his big frame as I bent over and scritched the dog's neck.
I stood and looked back and the big fuck was advancing on me naked.  WOOF.
I gestured to the dog and her tags jingled as I dropped down the hemlock
stairs onto the flagstones naked, the pup skittering into the woods for a
whiz.  I turned and did the same, looking up to see Clyde with his
prodigious monster pouring piss over the rail onto the flagstones below.


I padded around the corner of the cabin to see the crew seated at the table
in conversation.


Brad laughed at my bleary eyes and shouted "The call of the broccoli!!"


"Shut the fuck up you murderous militantly gay hypermasculine fuck," I
mumbled as I reached for a soda out of the well.  I downed that and copped
another quickly, brighter as the caffeine coursed through my veins.  Oh.
We're naked.  They aren't. Hunh.  Lucky us.  I turned and built a plate of
protein, broccoli, basil, chutney, curry, nuts, feta, onion, roasted
peppers, olive spread, and naan.


"Where are the fucking waffles?"


George's eyebrows raised and he looked around the group.


"You're holding them in your hand, asshole."  Guess who.


I poured a glass of glop and went and sat down as Clyde padded across the
flags, big dick swinging.


Brad nodded.  "Morning, Captain, sir."


"Mmmm."


Clyde was never good without caffein either and Cody had his on the table
waiting for him with his electrolytes.  He filled his plate and swung his
dick in beside me and sat down.  George was finally able to look back at
his plate after the naked men were seated.


"Sorry for the distraction gentlemen.  Broccoli man couldn't wait."  Clyde
smiled and glanced over at me, his eyes sparkling.


"If he ever passes out, he doesn't need ammonia.  Just precome or
broccoli," Brad chimed in.


I had finished my sports drink (lemonade for me), eaten my vitamin paste
that Cody made special for me, wolfed down my plate, drank the green glop,
and was already on my naked assed way to the kitchen to drop my dishes in
the sink, asking behind me if anyone needed anything.  I was issued a round
of no thank yous as I opened the door.  The staircase was up.  Oh.  George.
He was going to have questions.


`Clyde?'


`Yeah, champ?'


`We're going to spend the afternoon on the front porch.  All of us.  We
need to debrief George.  OK?'


"Yep.  That sounds excellent, actually.'


I set my plate in the sink and "switched channels."  I swear to Christ I
don't understand how this shit works.  No instruction manual.


`Cody.'


`Yeah Stu?'


`Have your guys reconfigure the front porch for all five of us to spend the
afternoon.  Three benches should do, and a hospitality table. They should
fold the bed back into a sofa and leave some covering on it and the pillows
out.  I will be out in a few after I shower.'


"Done.'


`Thanks.  Cody...'


`Yes sir?'


`Thanks for breakfast, and everything else you've done.'


`You're welcome, Stu.'


I grabbed a towel.


`Hey big guy... you want another shower or are you good?'


`I could use a bourbon and a cigar, honestly.'


`Coming up.'


I made Clyde a drink, cut a cigar, lit it, and headed to the back patio,
handing them over to him.


`Shorts while I'm down in Camp?'


`Yeah, please.'


I retreated inside and headed to Camp to clean up and get a change of
clothes.  While I was there I noticed George had a whole new wardrobe
folded on his bed, probably matching everything he packed, waiting in his
new sizes.  That should freak him out even further.  I doubt he packed the
jockstraps and leather accessories there, but I doubted he would argue the
point.  There were even a hot new set of boots, a black silicone teardrop
cock ring, and a harness.  I wondered who would get first use of the high
tech vibrating butt plug and the electric sound.  I followed George's lead
and grabbed some trekkers and a tee shirt, and set Clyde up with the same
kit and high tailed it to the back patio where the dishes were already
removed, Brad was stowing the tables, the racks back in their storage
cabinet in the masonry wall.  George had pitched in and was in the kitchen
with Cody stowing the leftovers, Lukas starting laundry and wiping down
counters.  Clyde had slipped down the hall and I heard happy shower sounds
then he reappeared as fast as I usually do from a trip to the john, dressed
and looking like, well, a military Captain on vacation.


"Stuart," the Captain uttered.


"Yes, sir?"


"Show George."


I looked at him and he nodded.  I looked at him again and he disappeared.


George almost broke his neck turning to look at me wide eyed.  Clyde
reappeared right in front of him, George's face between his pecs.  George
cried out, jumping back. "WHAT THE FUCK??????"


Brad snickered, "They all say that the first time."  Like he didn't almost
piss and shit his pants the first time he encountered it.  Fucking
derelict.  Loveable derelict, but derelict none the less.


I chimed in.  "Gentlemen, let's retire to the porch."