THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Riker

Written by Lady Poetess
egiggles at moose-mail.com
http://www.asstr.org/~bbp

Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This
story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.


ONE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I feel sorry for him."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Me too," Riker admitted.



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For once, no one called him on his words.




TWO

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





THREE

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Riker nodded.

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

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

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

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



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




FOUR

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, maybe."

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

"What does it say?" Riker asked Kenny.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" Kenny and Tony exclaimed simultaneously.

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

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

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

"Good idea," Tony said.

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




FIVE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Holy hell," Lane said in reluctant admiration.



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

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

"He tried to shoot at Ryan."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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