Date: Thu, 21 Oct 2004 03:59:44 -0400 From: jhaze Subject: DOOBY rhymes with Scooby - Part 17 DOOBY rhymes with Scooby Part 17 By Jamie Haze "There's been a change in plans," Tom announced as he walked into the kitchen, returning home from the office. Cory and Christian were working on dinner and Dooby was helping them by sitting on his usual stool and watching them while munching on his share of the snack tray. Dooby scowled, "You better not be talking about the trip," he warned, "we're leaving Saturday no matter what. We all busted our asses to get ahead and at least two of us are going if we have to fly by ourselves," he declared with a glance at Cory. Cory nodded his agreement. Tom grinned, "How'd you guess? We're all flying. Auggie called to ask how many of us were coming and when I told him eight of us plus the new sound and cameraman, and we were using our Tahoe and borrowing Charlie's truck, he said to send the guys ahead of time in the equipment truck and he'd send up his plane for us. So the truck leaves tomorrow and we just need to get our pretty little asses to the airport at eight o'clock Saturday morning so we'll be at Auggie's before noon." "YAHOO!" Dooby declared while he jumped off his stool and grabbed Cory in a bear hug to dance him around the kitchen with the smaller boy's feet flying. Cory surrounded Dooby's neck with his arms to pull his body up until their lips were even. The kiss turned passionate and Dooby stopped his whirling. Cory opened his legs and Dooby's cock lengthened and lifted until it snuggled up against Cory's fat nut sack so when he closed his legs, Dooby's cock began to intermittently peek out at Tom and Christian like a coco clock with a unique head. This all happened in less than a minute. Tom looked at Christian, "When's dinner?" he asked unbuttoning his shirt. Christian's cock rose to horizontal, "In about an hour. We should hurry to get showered." "We already did just before Christian got home. Why don't you take turns on us? That would be faster," Dooby suggested already duck-walking with Cory still suspended from his neck, out to the pool deck and air mattress. Tom left a trail of clothing behind he and Christian. Dooby lay Cory down and flopped beside him. Both boys spread their legs and grinned up at Tom and Christian. "Any preference?" Tom asked. Dooby shrugged, "Yeah, both of you of course. We don't care who's first, just don't plan to eat us afterward, we like to taste you two mixed." "Okay," Christian agreed, "but we want to practice that neat move you two do with each other, you know suck your cum while we're still pumping our own into you." "Cool," Cory giggled and opened his arms in invitation, "get down here you big hot stud and let the lessons begin." Christian stepped up on the mattress, stood at attention between Cory's feet and allowed his body to fall forward. Cory screamed but didn't try to escape the big athletic body because they'd done it before. Christian stopped the near collision by taking his body weight on his arms with his hands just above Cory's shoulders so his cock wobbled at just above Cory's crotch. Christian waited in perfect prone position while Cory quickly lifted his legs and guided him down and in. Gradually, as the foursome got familiar with each other's bodies and cocks, they ignored foreplay including finger fucking, or tonguing. Muscle control obviated the former, and Dooby summed up the unanimous opinion for the latter best, "Why bother eating an empty pussy?" As far as foreplay was concerned, just looking at the young prime male bodies displayed around them who were always willing to serve as tops or bottoms, kept everyone at the pinnacle of readiness. "When I'm on the bottom," Cory explained while looking up at Christian, "I use my eyes to look at everything close up and hands to feel of course, to bring my cock along with my lover but without touching it. Like I love to watch your muscles move under your smooth tan skin and feel them working together, to drive your beautiful cock in and out of me and I love the feel of your cock in me." Cory's hands moved everywhere over Christian's slightly straining body while his eyes alternated between looking up into Christian's and down along his body to where his cock pistoned his own small willing body. The air mattress jiggled irregularly because of the two couples' close proximity and contributed wobbles to the thrusting. Dooby was busy explaining the same technique to Tommy and the two voices joined in a litany of lovemaking. Dooby watched Tom's eyes roll as his body stiffened, "Curl up under me quick!" Dooby ordered his older cousin through clenched teeth. Tom scrambled to obey the command that only youth or an athlete with long muscles in a lithe body could. Christian followed quickly with fewer contortions because of Cory's length. Dooby managed to get the first spurt out, which landed on Tom's lips since Dooby held his cock up aiming that way as Tom moved. Christian actually sucked on his little lover five seconds before he was rewarded with Cory's bountiful juices. Deprived of ultimate thrusts at the end, Tom and Christian used pairs of hip bones as handles to keep themselves buried. Switching partners after a short breathing spell, round two, with Christian mounted on Dooby and Tom on Cory, came off as successfully. The session naturally took longer but was equally rewarding in the end. Dooby and Cory walked strangely as they moved toward the door to dinner. Dooby answered Tom's question, "We figured if you can think muscles to relax enough, than you can learn to close them up after getting fucked. We want to save your loads for dessert." Christian asked Tom rhetorically as they followed the two sweet younger asses, "Why is it that we always end up taking lessons from them?" Tom shrugged and laughed, "Are you complaining? Let's try that together again after dinner while we watch our teachers have dessert." Christian agreed enthusiastically. "Oh hey guys I forgot," Dooby and Cory turned, "we need to pack our Lacrosse stuff. Auggie has two guys that can play and three including Ryan who are learning, and of course Auggie created a field out of his lawn." Tom told them. "Cool. I wonder how Auggie got interested in the game?" Dooby asked, and then bemoaned the failure of their planned summer Lacrosse league due to geographical problems with too few players. Tom grinned, "Auggie warned me about that. They always play naked except for helmets." His grin turned to a giggle, "He also told me that there's a house rule, but it's not mandatory for us." "Naked?" three voices joined to ask excitedly. Tom nodded, "I told him that modesty was not one of our strong points." ### Eight young men; Tom and Christian, Dooby and Cory with Scott and Dooby's older brother Artie along with Kevin and towering Rob, milled around the general aviation waiting lounge at seven-forty-five. Tom drove the Tahoe and Kevin and Rob followed in their pickup truck with all their luggage. They had no trouble identifying Auggie's jet as it taxied toward them because the bright red 727 had Bligh Communications painted on its side in white script. By the time the front hatch was opened and the steps driven up so they were allowed out to the airside to board, Dooby had run on foot halfway to Atlanta. Ryan and four other young guys waited at the bottom of the steps to greet them. All thirteen were nervous as they milled around to introduce themselves to each other. The eight more so than the five because Ryan, Trasker, Stevie, Logan and James had watched the video several times during the two weeks since producer/director Dooby persuaded the others to participate in its production. "What the Sam Hill is taken' so long?" Auggie roared out from the hatch, "Ain't you Yankees learned how to climb stairs yet?" Dooby was the first to prove Auggie wrong followed by the rest in no particular order although they formed a temporary logjam while waiting for Auggie to slowly make his way back to his seat after Dooby nearly knocked the fat man down by jumping into his arms just like he was fond of doing with the others in their group. Somehow Dooby managed to get in front of Auggie and chattered while he ran back and forth between the lounge area and Auggie. "Holy shit Auggie, you sure do travel first class. I was expecting to see some little plane that would seat eight but not all the luggage. Man, just wait until you see your portrait. Christian shaved a hundred years off your age," Dooby giggled at seeing Auggie's grin. He continued, keeping out of Auggie's reach, "not to mention like five hundred pounds off your weight." Auggie sat down heavily, laughing by then, "Logan boy!" he shouted, "ya'll go fetch me my walkin' stick, the big heavy one with the knob on it. I'm fixin' to beat some polite manners into one little Yankee boy soon 's we get airborne `n he can't get away from old `n fat me! How yo' doin' Dooby boy, `n yo' too Cory boy? How you ever keep up with Dooby is beyond me." Cory cranked Auggie's arm and giggled, "It sleeps eventually." "Yeah, after he nearly fucks me to death!" Dooby quipped and thrust his hips several times in Auggie's direction. Auggie eyed the bulge in Dooby's shorts and then moved to the much larger one in Cory's. "I wouldn't a believed that was possible until we watched them tapes yo' sent Dooby boy, thankee kindly by the way, it took a full week o' watchin' before the boys and I got to the end." Tom sat down next to Auggie after shaking his hand. They both watched Dooby dance away pulling Cory along by his arm. Dooby picked a seat, sat down and pulled Cory down to sit on his lap and have some giggles trying to get the seat belt snapped around them both. Stevie sat down next to them and Logan jumped into his lap. Tom shook his head, "Sorry about the wise ass cracks Auggie, that happens when he considers someone a good friend. Next time we'll tranquilize him and pack his ass in a big dog crate." Auggie waved the apology away, "Don't matter, I like it in fact. My own five here pick on my sorry ass more an' more too. I ain't got a whole lot o' will power when it comes to food so the mob's heppin' me out by watchin' me like hawks an' me givin' `em direct orders to the contrary don't do a bit o' good." "I can see you've lost some weight though so it's working." Auggie looked pleased, "Yo' can? I know twenty or so pounds ain't much but I can get around better an' I'm feelin' better too." ### Cory and Logan sat on their partner's laps so they faced each other. Their knees touched but neither moved. "We're the same size," Cory observed shyly looking at Logan after the four re-introduced themselves. Logan looked surprised, "We're just about the same height," he corrected with a giggle, "but most definitely NOT the same size." He reached and hand down under his butt and Stevie blushed, "On the other hand Stevie and Dooby are exactly the same size everywhere including height." Stevie forcefully removed Logan's hand, "Would you quit already?" he begged. He explained, "Logan and I have known each other all our blamed lives and back when we were fourteen or so I put the move on him in our pool, this asshole ran and wouldn't even look at me for the past three years. A few weeks ago, he finally got around to coming out to me and now he's trying to make up for all that lost time." He grinned and allowed Logan's hand to remain the second time. "We were wondering if we could kind of sign up or however we're going to work it while you're here to get together with you guys kind of like first." "Sure," Cory agreed, "but aren't you afraid I might hurt you even though I've always been careful?" Logan giggled and stretched to look over the seat backs, "Oh James?" he sang. When James stood by them Dobby and Cory ogled his shorts. "This is James and we've all been practicing. You won't hurt me," he assured Cory. James laughed and clutched his cock through his shorts, "Have they ever, call me in hog heaven. If I'm not fucking then someone is practicing deep throating, it's hard for me to get out of bed for any reason." He frowned slightly and became serious, "One thing though, I'm part Negro. Does that matter?" Dooby and Cory looked at each other with the same thought. Both pointed, Dooby answered with a laugh, "It's all right there!" "That's what Stevie said too!" Logan laughed with the others. Dooby cupped his mouth, "HEY GUYS, JUST SO EVERYONE KNOWS JAMES HERE IS ANOTHER BIGGIE LIKE CORY AND EXCUSING IT BECAUSE HE'S PART BLACK SO HE DOESN'T HAVE TO FUCK AROUND WITH US LITTLE WHITE BOYS. NOW I ASK YOU IS THAT PREJUDICE OR WHAT? SHOULD WE HOLD HIM DOWN AND SIT ON HIM?" There was a ragged chorus of cheers. He looked up at James, "So much for that excuse," he said happily. Cory helped Logan serve drinks and snacks after takeoff when Logan announced his title as being the step n' fetch it boy with a laugh. He did a double take when he got around to Trasker sitting by Ryan, "Hey you look like Auggie, at least you do the way Christian painted him younger." "Maybe that's because I'm his great nephew," Trasker responded without looking up. His eyes remained fixed on Cory's shorts. Auggie complained loudly when Logan served him a plate of carrot and celery sticks and low calorie ranch dressing dip, "This here diet shit is plumb killin' me, in particular this dip even smells like it should be paint. We got any salt?" he asked hopefully. "Yup," Logan answered with a grin, "but you aren't getting any." Auggie looked mournfully at Tom, "See what I mean?" he asked, "That there little rich boy can't even be bribed." After they landed in Atlanta, everyone rushed to the planes' tail to watch Auggie descend. Trasker warned them all to stand aside, so of course only Dooby waited with a foot on the ramp. Auggie chased him straight to the waiting bus. Dooby screamed his laughter and jumped up into the bus through the elevator door. Zeek became Uncle Zeek when someone heard James greet his uncle fondly as everyone but Dooby helped transfer luggage from the planes' cargo hold to the storage bays under the bus. When the others boarded, they found Dooby sitting on the sofa and munching on a giant pecan shortbread cookie with the open tin on his lap. By the time Auggie joined them everyone was eating one and the empty tin was sitting on the table where Auggie parked his scooter. There wasn't room for everyone to sit in the front so those without seats gravitated past the galley and bathroom to the bedroom to sit on its queen-size bed. "Don't none of yo' drop nary a crumb from them cookies," Zeek warned, "it be a crime to see no fat man crawlin' `round tonguin' the carpet!" When the laughter died down Auggie scowled and mumbled morosely, "Yo' fired Zeek soon as you drive us home that is." Zeek nodded and laughed. All of the guests were awed by Auggie's home viewed from the outside and speechless after Ryan and Trasker led them to the second floor and into what had been the boom-boom room. By then the double bed in the middle of the room had been replaced with a king-size on which four boys, Ryan, Trasker, Stevie and Logan learned to sleep comfortably along with James sometime during each night if he felt like leaving Auggie's or could' between Auggie and his uncle Zeek requiring his attention. When Auggie drove into the room on his scooter, all thirteen guys were milling around and talking quietly while Steve worked the remote displaying the video systems' potential, "Is there a store around here?" Dooby wondered, "We could get air mattresses like we use at home on the pool deck, then we could all bunk in here together." He snapped his fingers and grinned, "AND take them with us and use them when we get to Florida!" His suggestion was muffled as he pulled off his shirt as an unsubtle hint that everyone should get naked. He grinned at the other's bashfulness and eagerness after his shorts hit the floor. "I'll just send someone to good ol' Wal-Mart," Auggie volunteered, delighted that everyone would be sleeping in one room so Stevie as `button pushin' geek' wouldn't be challenged by tracking the boys in the guest rooms. At that moment his eyes tried looking at the eight new bodies at the same time. Dooby rubbed his newly bared gut after dropping his shorts and checking his watch, "Do you Rebels eat lunch?" he asked grinning at Auggie and then had another question, "I don't imagine a place this big and comfortable has a ce-ment pond" imitating the Beverly Hills Hillbillies, "or what we call a swimming pool?" "Yup, smart ass, to both. The pool is out back and lunch is waitin' on ya there." Auggie nodded to Trasker and Ryan "Show `em the way boys." He stopped Stevie and Logan, "You boys scamper down after lunch an' pick up some of them mattresses like the one they used in that there video." He instructed. Zeek found Auggie parked in the shade near the pool. He pulled up a chair to get comfortable and then stroked the long bulge along one thigh of his trousers, "Lordy, lordy Boss, de cum about to start flowin' by de gallon, I swear!" "Yup." Auggie answered with his eyes roaming everywhere. Dooby approached Stevie in the pool, "Hey Stevie you asked about being first on our dance card, do you two want to dance? We peeked and discovered these box stalls are really rooms, so if you pick one we'll be right behind you." All four boys vaulted from the pool. Stevie walked beside Dooby while Logan and Cory followed closely, even bumping hips playfully. "So Logan, what do you like to do, you know like in bed?" Cory asked thrilled with the opportunity of being with another guy his own size, at least in stature, plus Logan, even when flaccid appeared like he would be as big as Dooby. Logan stuttered in answering the question, " Well, I, I kind of like to do everything so far. I know I'd like to try you in me especially with Stevie watching if that's alright, and after, after if you don't mind Stevie loves eating pussy especially if it's someone else's cum in me." Cory grinned, "I think that could be arranged." He lowered his voice although Stevie and Dooby were having a similar conversation three feet away and wouldn't take offence; "You know it sure going to be nice to look you in the eye even horizontal." "This will have to be a quickie unfortunately. We need to make a Wal-Mart run to buy those air mattresses," Stevie announced before they went into his old room. Dooby looked back at the others to see if potential lover groups were forming but no one except them seemed prepared to leave the pool to actually start something. "Why don't we go and get the mattresses first and use them out here during daylight? That will get the old guys going!" he giggled. The foursome did an about face to find their clothes again and race to the garages. Steve was planning to drive the limo until Dooby and Cory looked wistfully at a pair of gleaming red Corvettes, gifts from Auggie to his nephew Trasker and Stevie. After Dooby and Cory explained that they had been practicing driving Tom's, Stevie and Logan grinned and got in the passenger seats. "This plantation is huge. There are miles of roads and three ways out so knock yourselves out guys." Dooby took the wheel of Stevie's and Cory drove Trasker's with Logan. They actually got to the store an hour later and walked in the house in another hour carrying three boxes containing queen-size air mattresses and a small electric air pump to inflate them. ### "Dooby!" Christian called from Auggie's office doors out to the pool area. "WHAT?" Dooby shouted back. The four boys were inflating the last air mattress getting it ready for immediate use as evidenced by four cocks in varying degrees of hardness. "I want to give Auggie his portrait but I can't figure out how to open your damn box!" Christian complained. "DUH! Do you know what a screwdriver looks like? Find one and unscrew all the screws on the side that says FRONT!" Dooby mocked. "I wish we had a `do-not-disturb' sign," he added for the other's benefit. They laughed nervously, eager to begin. "Dooby! There forty-eight screws!" Christian shouted. Dooby grinned at Stevie, "In case you didn't understand that, he wants me to do the unscrewing for him." He shouted back, "SO GET AN ELECTRIC DRILL OR SCREWDRIVER, JUST BE CAREFUL NOT TO STRIP ANY HEADS!" In a normal voice he said, "I give him thirty seconds." It only took Christian twenty, "DOOBY WILL YOU COME IN AND HELP?" "Told you. He's a great artist, but when it comes to anything as mechanical as a screw, he can fuck up a wet dream. Can you give me twenty minutes?" There was reluctant agreement and Dooby walked away from them muttering, "Dooby do this, Dooby do that." He was pleased when the others followed him. "We had to get away from the gravitational pull of that mattress," Logan joked while holding Cory's hand. Zeek had returned from the garage carrying a portable drill by the time Dooby and company walked in and by then everyone else was there too. "Why screws, why not just use hinges?" Christian asked handing Dooby the drill. "Because you didn't ask me to build it until Tuesday night remember, and I didn't have hinges but I did have stainless steel screws left over from building the kitchen so I used those." The box in question was four-feet square and eight inches deep built of finished plywood and even varnished. It rested in the middle of the carpet. "It's just a throw away shipping crate." Christian erred in saying. Dooby went ballistic, "Motherfucker! You said CASE not crate!" he pointed as he knelt, "so I built a CASE! Do you realize how much good screwing time we wasted building this thing?" Cory agreed with a frowning nod so there was no mistake in anyone's mind what kind of screwing Dooby was referring to. "A beautiful work of art like this demands a case not a crate." "Thank you Doobs." Christian patted Dooby's back when he knelt to help. "I guess I did say case and this is beautiful workmanship on such short notice." Tom frowned when the lid was finally off, "Where'd you get the egg crate foam to line the inside?" Dooby thought for a second, "It was in our closet. The label on the package said it was for the bed somehow." "Yeah, it was," Tom shook his head, but said nothing more as he and Christian lifted the framed painting from its nest and placed it on the fireplace mantel. There was a united intake of breath as everyone looked between Auggie and the younger man smiling back at them from the painting. Auggie sat on his scooter grinning and nodding his appreciation. Dooby looked at Trasker, grabbed his arm and pulled him forward to stand on the hearth with his back to the fireplace. The resemblance was uncanny. He walked back to where Stevie, Logan and Cory stood and tilted his head outside at the yet- to-be christened air mattresses. Logan won the undeclared foot race and was stretched out on `their' mattress two seconds before the others arrived. Dooby flopped backward to the vacant space next to Logan, who bounced up six inches when the air was displaced. He looked up at Stevie and grinned, "This is going to be like me fucking myself, far out!" Stevie stood above him staring down, "That is if my Rebel alter ego will stop staring so rudely and get down here. I warn you Stevie that Sprout has been known to get me off with his eyes by looking at me just like you're doing." Stevie came out of his trance to kneel between Dooby's legs and run his hands up and down Dooby's fuzz-covered thighs before he lowered his head with his mouth open just like Cory was doing to Logan. Logan suddenly slapped the mattress several times while he arched his body so there was a foot of clear space between his back and the mattress. "Man that was fast," Dooby ventured with a strained giggle. He was very much enjoying Stevie's slow ministration on his cock. Logan smiled sheepishly, "Sorry, I'm new," he apologized to Dooby and Cory. He looked up at Cory sitting on his heels, "And you're too good at giving head." "Yeah he is. He forces me into practice sessions all the time." Dooby agreed. Cory laughed, "Yeah, right mister deep throat!" "Can I help it if my throat shrinks when not in use, I have to keep it stretched don't I?" Cory went prone over Logan and lowered his body until his weight mashed their cocks together and their eyes met even with each other's. Both giggled, "This is so cool." Cory giggled and kissed Logan, feeling for his tonsils. "Yeah it is," Logan agreed panting after the three-minute kiss, "but it would be even cooler if you buried your great big cock in me." It quickly became a game between the couples to follow each other. When Cory relocated his cock Stevie got his into Dooby's crotch. Both bottom boys raised their legs together and Stevie beat Cory in penetrating fully only because he had a far shorter path to follow. The slight sound of an electric motor was a distraction; until they looked up to see Auggie parked beside them with James, fully erect standing on the cart between Auggie's legs facing the fat man. "This here's the odd man out, I purely got to find him a mate to hep me an' Zeek here out some for he up an' kills us both, but in the meantime he's hankerin' to get fucked by the biggest cock in the lot, an, I'm a lookin' for him. Ya'll seen him?" Auggie joked as Cory began his first trial thrust into Logan. Dooby reached over and began tickling Cory in his side, his most sensitive spot. Cory began giggling and trying to avoid his lover's efforts by bucking and wiggling violently, exactly the movement Logan was hoping for. "James!" Cory screamed, "Jump in between us to keep Dooby away and you're next!" "Hey!" Stevie complained, "That's not fair, I'm next! I can't help it if Dooby tickles you." James jumped off the scooter and stepped over Stevie and Dooby to flop between the two couples trapping Dooby's arm in the process. Ryan and Trasker paired up with Tom and Christian, who left Scott and Artie with Rob and Kevin, so all three mattresses were occupied, but they weren't close together. Auggie announced that problem petulantly by almost running over Trasker and Christian to get their attention. No one on that mattress was yet too involved, just about to be. "Trasker boy, befo' that there Christian boy plugs yo', move that there bed so's yo' over by Dooby's gang," he looked at the others, " yo' guys too, move! Yo' think all I got to do is drive aroun' killin' my battery? An' Zeek here about got his ol' legs worn down to stumps tryin' to keep up!" he complained. The eight guys, all wearing erections moved with a lot of laughing grumbles so the three airbeds touched. After Cory worked his way through Logan, James and Stevie, and Dooby got the three after Cory, two hours had elapsed. Cory was on the verge of taking a nap, but Dooby wasn't, "Hey, let's take a break and go pass the ball around for awhile," he suggested, already pulling Cory to his feet. Cory groaned, "Damn it Dooby, I just fucked four guys including you, I'm tired." Dooby looked down at Logan and Stevie, grinned and stooped quickly to push the back of Stevie's head, Stevie choked and Logan grunted but he got their attention, "You've been eating me out of Logan's pussy for half an hour Stevie and I know I didn't put that much in there. Cool it so we can get our stuff." Stevie giggled as he stood and pulled his petite lover to his feet, "I'm done now, I was done collecting your load long ago, but I was having trouble collecting all of Cory's because I don't believe my tongue's long enough. Thanks for the last minute help there, Dooby." "No problem that's what friends are for." Dooby looked at the adjoining beds, the `old' guys were talking among themselves, "Fuck break is over old timers come on, we're going to teach these Rebs how to play Lacrosse." "Who died and left you in charge?" Tom asked as he and the others got to their feet to follow. Dooby looked down his nose at his cousin who had just celebrated his twenty-fourth birthday; "I'm officially the activities director, self-appointed of course, so there." He turned his attention to their host, "Let's roll Auggie, if you want to watch." He counted heads, "Shit, there's thirteen of us, if we had one more guy, we could have seven man teams, that would be super." "I know someone who would love to play, or learn to that is," very quiet James volunteered out of the blue. "Who?" Trasker asked. Then before James could answer, "Why didn't ya'll mention him before since there's been only five of us all along?" he wondered. James blushed, "He's my step-brother little Zeek you know him, he's been watching us from hiding in the bushes on the other side of the field. He asked me about the game one night when I went visiting my momma." "Well why in Sam Hill didn't the boy just step out an' ask while you was playin'" Auggie demanded. "He'd a been welcome." James hesitated looking nervous, "He's fourteen and a good athlete but he's a bit darker than I am and he knows his place, you know, like you guys are white and live in the big house and all." "What the hell does being darker skinned have to do with playing Lacrosse with white guys?" Dooby asked wearing a confused look. Auggie didn't answer immediately, instead he sent James to find the boy in Trasker's Vet after donning shorts. After James ran, Auggie explained, "Yankees think that after the war that all the darkies left these here big farms as free men, an' lot's did. Some didn't an' a lot more just up and came back when they couldn't find work. Owners in them days took `em back an' worked `em just like before. Nothin' changed, but them black families had a roof an' found. My family came in here an' share cropped later, no better off then they were much. Now I built houses an' gave jobs of some sort but the rule's the same, they know not to mix with no white folk most especially who lives in this here house." He drove at the sliding door as usual, daring it not to be open by the time he got to it. ### "What's this field used for normally?" Cory asked Trasker when they stood on the large flat area of turf, while Auggie and Zeek sat on a terrace outside the solarium tacked on the end of the house. The terrace edge served as a sideline at midfield. "When Uncle Auggie throws parties like the company Christmas party there are big tents out here." "Ouch," Dooby exclaimed, "I wouldn't want to get that bill!" James arrived from the front of the house towing his reluctant brother, little Zeek, by the hand. He was anything but little, and at fourteen, he was already six feet tall, had wide shoulders, almost no hips and muscular thighs bulging his tee shirt and jeans. While this Zeek was a light chocolate brown, he lacked other Negroid features except for close cropped kinky hair. The gang gathered around Auggie to be introduced. Apparently James warned his brother about stripping his clothes off as soon as they arrived on the terrace and left a neatly folded pile on a chair joined by James' shorts. Little Zeek nodded at his uncle but hesitated to shake Auggie's out stretched hand while he stood staring at his feet. "Don't be embarrassed no how Little Zeek boy." Auggie took the boy's limp hand and shook it. "Shit boy yo' already big enough to play in the NFL, an' when yo' done growin' yo' goin to be scarin' that there other team." James grinned and looked around at the others proudly after his brother responded with a shy smile and tentative eye contact, "Thank you Sir. I play Pop Warner now and hope to get on the school team in the fall and get a scholarship to play with the Bulldogs before I get drafted." "I've been making Zeek talk properly so if he makes it he'll make more in endorsements than he will from football," James added as he handed his younger brother a stick and helmet proudly. The boys and young men took a break after the game, that wasn't really a game, raged for an hour. Soft drinks and ice water appeared in quantity and just as quickly disappeared. Auggie watched James force a cut crystal glass into his little brother's hand but didn't hear his hissed instructions, "You drink from that glass, motherfucker, or else." Little Zeek grinned down on his older brother, "Or else what?" he asked after draining the glass, "Now they're goin' the chuck this pretty glass in the trash, yours too when you ain't lookin yo' uppity nigger." James grinned, "Not likely, when you get a chance, look up `Waterford', on the net, and if you think a hundred dollars is a lot for a glass, imagine what those pitchers are worth," he tilted his head at the table where the refreshments waited. He continued, "Auggie said this afternoon that we needed to find me a partner. Are you interested in the job?" Zeek looked shocked, "I been yo' partner ever since we could get hardons, but that ain't goin' to happen `round all these here white boys, no way. Yo' kin pass but I sure can't." A hand sliding down his back interrupted little Zeek, "Cory and I call dibs on the new guy!" Dooby announced to the others as he looked down at Zeek's exposed package meaningfully. He giggled, "You aren't as big as James but then I've already got one of those." He ignored Cory's shove, "It will be nice not to end up with a collapsed lung occasionally!" Cory tackled him to the lawn where they wrestled until Cory sat on his chest. "Hey that's not fair," Logan complained still trying to catch up to his partner Stevie by generally initiating sessions, "Zeek's one of us!" Dooby shrugged wearing a grin after nipping Cory's cock head so Cory capitulated their impromptu wrestling bout, "Tough Reb, where we come from, you snooze you lose, but you and Stevie are welcome to join us!" He casually hefted Zeek's nut sack, "It feels like there's enough in here to go around!" Dooby giggled and danced away and then back to just out of truly shocked Zeek's reach. "Don't be polite! Get him for that Zeek!" Cory ordered with a laugh at his partner's certain expense. Dooby took off running across the field at almost full speed, handicapped by his screaming laughter. Zeek was yards behind him when Dooby crashed through the overgrown shrubbery where Zeek once watched his brother and the white boys learning and then practicing the strange game. Zeek tackled Dooby out of sight of the others and crawled up the unresisting lean hard body until they looked each other in the eyes. They both felt their growing erections. "Now that you got me what are you going to do with me?" Dooby asked coyly. "I thought maybe just to take a taste for now if you don't mind." Zeek answered, still amazed by his acceptance into the group especially the sex that Dooby initiated. Dooby nodded, "Okay, but it would be quicker if we sixty-nine so we aren't late for dinner." They appeared in the midst of the group fifteen minutes later at the pool, wearing satisfied expressions. Dooby shoved Little Zeek in and then followed him. Zeek surfaced sputtering, "You didn't even ask me if I could swim." Dooby hunched his shoulders and giggled, "OOPS, just consider that a test." He looked at his watch, "Hey Auggie, do you guys eat more than one meal a day by any chance?" "Yup, smart ass we sure do but right now the bar's open." Dooby and the Yankee group vaulted out of the water to pull chairs close to a table of assorted snacks when they saw Logan and Stevie carrying the trays. "We're going out tonight," Ryan, as the `Cookin' With Dooby' shows' producer, explained. "There's a four-star restaurant fairly close by that wants to host a segment, so we'll have dinner there tonight and tape the show tomorrow morning." Dooby frowned, "From my experience with those places you order something that you can't pronounce and when they serve it on a huge plate you still can't recognize what it is hiding under some colorful sauce and surrounded by a total of five half cooked string beans. But it always looks nice and tastes okay, you just have to hit a fast food place on the way home to fill you up." Logan and Stevie agreed with a laugh, "Yup been there, done that." ### Three days after Auggie returned from the north with Ryan in tow, he received a plain manila envelope in his mail. He went ballistic and punished his phone until someone finally answered with a happy, "Hey!" "That you Argyle?" Auggie growled. "Yep, that yo' Uncle Auggie? Yo' git them papers we sent? That little dude was up an' was listed in the book jus' like yo' said he might. We got them papers from that there lawyer guy an' went to call straight away an' all it took was t' jus' show him our toad stickers an' eye up his dick befo' he ready to sign. We sure did good, didn't we Uncle Auggie?" "Yup yo' sure `nough did. I'm jus' settin' here wondern' why yo' boys still up there?" Auggie's voice was calm. He listened to a muffled conversation while he was sure Argyle and Thirsty thought up a good excuse. Thirsty took the phone, "Uncle Auggie we can't get no airplane rides back `til Sunday an' that there's fact," he and Argyle had every body part crossed that could be crossed, in the hope that their uncle would believe them. "That be a okay boy I sure do know how that is, that be why I got my own airplane. It be too late today, but tomorrow yo' jus' be at general aviation at eight in the mornin'. I be sendin' Trasker boy up to git ya'll." Auggie used Trasker as bait to lure them to the airport since they were according to Trasker, always trying to seduce him, and in an airplane, there was no place for Trasker to run. "Trasker? Really?" Thirsty couldn't keep his excitement from his voice, "We be there Uncle Auggie, we surely will." Auggie then called in Trasker and Ryan, "Trasker boy take this envelope an' address it to Mister Spelling in yo' handwritin' an leave off a return. You two fly up to New York City tomorrow early an' mail it. Argyle an' Thirsty will be comin' back with yo'." Trasker made a face, "Ah Unc, them two been after me since before I grew hair on my legs," he protested. Auggie held his hand up to cut Trasker off, "Yo' tol' me, that's why Ryan is goin' with yo', I'm jus' usin' you as bait. The minute yo' get back here I'm fixin' to chew me some dumb as rock asses." Auggie explained to Ryan and Trasker that they crossed out Charlie's address on the stamped envelope so the papers would have a New York postmark and addressed it to `Uncle Auggie Bligh', Redland Plantation and included the correct zip code. "I'm wonderin' how they knew the damn zip, but that's the onliest reason it God ever got here. Plus if they wanted to take a week's vacation they should a waited `til the end o' the week to do the mailin'!" ### "Guess what," Cory asked Auggie, wearing a grin that wouldn't quit during dinner. "I'll bite since I ain't gettin' much more to eat," Auggie scowled at his boys individually. "Dad, I mean Charlie got my real Dad to sign off on being adopted somehow. The papers came at the end of the same week you were up to visit." Auggie thumped Cory on the back and shook his hand in congratulations, "Well don't that beat all! I wonder how he managed that? It sure must a cost Charlie a bundle, but I guess yo' worth it, an' worth it to get shut o' yo ol' man." "That's the strange part Auggie, Dad, Charlie, was planning to send him a lifetime deal but he didn't get the chance. The papers just arrived in the mail before the new offer went out." "Hm," Auggie pondered, "That be strange, but don't go lookin' no gift horse in the mouth, just accept the change o' heart and get the papers filed in court pronto so as yo real Dad can't change his mind no how." "That's already done," Dooby butted in the conversation, "and Gramps was so happy he's following through with his last offer even though he doesn't have to." Dooby hugged Cory's shoulders, "But Sprout here is worth more than a million in cash, and five grand a month for life to me any day. To me he's priceless." The conversation ended with the arrival of a glass fronted cart where whole uncut slabs of carefully aged beefsteaks waited, tenderloin, rib, t-bone, New York strip, and Porter House. Diners were asked which they preferred and how thick they wanted their selection cut. "Now this is my idea of gourmet!" Dooby boomed with a grin at Cory. Ryan with Scott carefully steered Dooby and Cory to the two chairs on Auggie's right. Ryan and Trasker sat across the long table from them looking very smug, which meant that dinner was being taped and everything they said, unless whispered, was being recorded. It took Cory two minutes to spy the remote microphone hidden in the low fresh flower arrangement conveniently placed almost in front of them. Both boys knew that they were there to promote the restaurant and that was what they were going to do. They both ordered the house steak seasonings and everyone decided to try the tossed salad with the restaurant's special Caesar dressing since bottles of either were for sale in the lobby. A well-starched salad chef arrived followed by a busboy bearing a huge wooden bowl with tripod legs. A second busboy pushed a trolley with ingredients and refrigerated serving plates. Dooby paled, made a face and stuck out his tongue when he saw the eggs cracked open and poured in raw. Cory leaned in close and shielded his whispers from the microphone; "Think of the white as precum and the yolk as cum." Dooby brightened and whispered back: "Is egg white slippery? That's something we haven't tried." Cory shrugged is ignorance and whispered the question to Logan, who whispered to Stevie. The question was slowly transmitted around the table until Ryan asked Auggie. Auggie's eyes bugged out in surprise. He looked at Dooby, "How you plannin' to come in the salad in the middle of this here dinnin' room?" he asked too loudly. Dooby giggled, leaned forward so he could see down the length of the table, "You guys are something else, real perverts. All I asked was if egg white was as slippery as precum because that's what it looks like. I would never suggest that Sprout come in the salad, because I usually have to remind him about that or he forgets!" Dooby didn't have to pinch himself to keep from laughing at the expressions on the others' faces since Cory bruised three of his ribs with his elbow. In the end everyone laughed at the joke but Dooby, he was content to rub his ribs. Cory stuck his nose in the flower arrangement, "Plan on editing that out please," he asked before waving at the camera lens peering at them from between two large bushy plants near the kitchen door. "I told you candid wouldn't work," Scott told Ryan with a laugh. He grinned across the table, "We need you to hype the salad dressing and the steak seasoning okay?" he asked Dooby and Cory as he reached under the table to produce a bottle and shaker jar. Dooby looked offended, "We were going to, but we have to take a taste first don't we? We know what to do." After the salad and massively cut steaks were consumed, Dooby discovered and `rescued' the temporarily abandoned dessert trolley and even served all of his tablemates before their waiter appeared to provide that service, he had disappeared a second time. He returned carrying bottles of assorted salad dressing and three jars of the restaurant's steak seasoning to place them neatly on the table, labels facing the camera, and endorsed them simply by telling Cory that he got them at that time because he didn't want to forget them. Cory nodded definitively, "Good thing that people who don't live near a Spelling's market can get them shipped by ordering direct." "CUT!" Dooby bellowed, and then added the clincher in his normal giggling voice, "No bullshit guys, this stuff is really good!" and changed the topic of conversation, although still food oriented, "We're coming back here tomorrow morning for Sunday brunch, and I'm starting with their pastries." Scott nodded and turned in his seat to make a slashing movement across his neck so the camera was truly stopped. He thumped Ryan on his back, "These guys are getting good!" he laughed as Ryan and Auggie agreed. The Sunday brunch segment consisted of Cory interviewing the chef while they worked their way along the buffet table stopping at stations where hot foods, both breakfast and luncheon were prepared to order. Dooby remained quiet although almost always on camera since he appointed himself the taste tester, because his mouth was constantly full. As soon as an entrée was plated, Dooby began eating it while they moved to the next station on the long table. Dooby flopped in a chair after the segment was completed, "I hate to say this, maybe I'm getting old," he frowned at Ryan and Tom, "I'm full." "No wonder, you just ate five meals." Tom laughed. "Yea, it was great. I don't even want to look at food until dinner tonight." He sat up and looked at the others, "Hey let's get home and have a real challenge match, us far superior Yankees against you pitiful down and out Rebels! We're leaving for Florida tomorrow and we might not have another chance. Want to?" he asked eagerly. "What kind of prize do we get after we beat your sorry asses?" Stevie asked. Dooby thought for a moment before he turned lecher, "The winners, that would be us, get to be your bosses from the end of the match until we have to dress tomorrow." After everyone agreed and the group began to wade through the growing after church crowd waiting for tables, Dooby turned back into the dinning room. He got on the bus last carrying an aluminum `to go' pan topped with a foil swan. "What's in there?" Cory asked. Dooby winked and whispered, "Energy food. Did you like those mini cream puffs they fill with real whipped cream, not that fake shit?" After Cory nodded, Dooby led him to the bedroom and opened the foil covering. The pan was filled with the little pastries.