The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection in real life. `Got condom?'
"Buffalo Boys" 11 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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One of the hottest nights of the summer, being also the second to the last night of camp, Nick lay in bed, the sheet wrapped between his legs, to keep them from sticking together. He planed the sweat off his chest and stomach, handled his balls like tumbling objects, along with his cock, relieving the sticky feeling.
A knock came at the screen door to his cabin.
"Yes?" he called from his cot.
"Can I come in?" the meek voice asked.
Getting up from the cot, Nick opened in the screen door.
"Come in Dougie."
"I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you. I couldn't sleep."
"A little tough to do in this heat."
Nick bet he knew what Dougie's insomnia encompassed. In all likelihood, the same as his own.
"I actually came here with ulterior motives?"
"Oh, so it wasn't to talk about... never mind."
Smiling, Dougie replied, to what Nick thought about, "Yeah that too, but the guys wanted to know if we could sneak down to the lake to cool off?"
"It did cross my mind to do that myself. Tell them yes, but they have to be quiet."
"Hear that guys?" Dougie yells over his shoulder, aimed at the hidden crowd outside the door.
"We got it," the gang acknowledged.
"And no wandering off. Stay within the ropes," Nick ran to the door, in hopes of catching the sweaty jocks.
Turning back, Dougie lay in the bed, his jock shorts hugging his hips.
"Um, I can't leave the guys unattended. My responsibility and all, even though we're breaking the rules."
"I know," Dougie replies, sitting up on the edge of the bed. "Um, you going like that?"
"I suppose I should at least throw on my trunks."
Going past Dougie, on the way to the dresser, Nick got a love pat on the ass. This summer, Dougie thought he would get much farther with Nick, but was satisfied with the warm affection, hugs, kissing, etc. Maybe in the beginning, all Dougie could think of was taking an older guy's ass. Now, with his hopes of the two being together, looking like history, Dougie's need for having a reason to fuck Nick, vanished. He let the subject go.
While waiting for Nick to hop into his swimming trunks and grab a towel, he reminisced. Thinking back to after the Jack Thwaite incident, Dougie, as well as the other boys had matured instantaneously, as if a quirk in time had occured. Suddenly, it's as if the eighteen year olds projected to nineteen, the nineteen year olds into their twentieth year. Not that all college age guys are that mature. Yet, they still kept their innocence, at times playing pranks, getting busted for them and taking their demerits like men. Of course, getting whipped for their offenses meant little love taps and not full force lashings. It was more the symbolism. Three weeks into the camp season, Nick showed the boys how to bore holes in the whipping post and plant seeds. Soon ivy like plants grew around the posts, making the tree trunk unfit for punishment. Plus, Nick didn't mind missing out on all that wrist exercise, swinging a leather strap. Instead he made better use of his wrist, practicing on Dougie's cock or his own!
"So? We ready?"
"Um, sure," Dougie replied, snapping out of deep thought.
In the dim light, Dougie gazed at Nick now and then. Being the final ten days of camp, he wanted to get in as many snapshots with his mind, enough to remember every inch of the man he thought would be his.
"I'm gonna really miss you Nick."
"I was thinking about that."
A ray of hope, like a light bulb, went off in Dougie's mind.
"You've changed your mind?"
"No. But I thought maybe you could... come with me?"
"To Spain?"
"Too far-fetched, I suppose."
"It wouldn't be if I wasn't already involved in college."
"I know. I should know better than to think of thoughts like that."
"What's that?" Dougie suddenly hears rustling in the bushes.
Nick laughs, saying, "Looks like we're not the only ones thinking about skinny-dipping in Indian Lake!"
"Excuse us," came the voices of two guys passing between Nick and Dougie.
"No, excuse us!" Nick replied, as Juan Luis Fernandez and Miguel Rojos snuck between their ribs.
"Probably the closest I'll ever come to those two."
"Why? I'm not enough for you, Nick?"
The tree trunk next to their path looked as if it had been placed there for this perfect moonlit moment. Backing Dougie up against the bark, Nick zoomed in for a lip-lock.
Breaking, Dougie says, "I have a confession to make, Nick."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I never really knew how to kiss sensuously before coming to camp."
Picking up their pace, Nick replies, "At least you learned something at Timber Creek this summer!"
"Oh, I learned more than about kissing."
"You sure did."
"See the difference, do you?"
"Don't you feel it?"
"Yeah. I learned a lot from you Nick. All us guys have. We're a lot tighter knit group than when we first got here."
"I can see that."
Everything was perfect, except the extenuating heat of the night, but maybe that played a part in things too, as Dougie turned from Nick, his back facing the twenty-five year old. He hadn't wept in a long time. Unprovoked the tears formed. Trying not to be so obvious, Dougie wiped them, sniffling at a minimum.
Nick had that flustered look on his face, even though the halfmoon could keep somebody from noticing. It's that kind of look a person gets when they realize they are going ahead on doing something that they wished they hadn't been doing, instead going ahead,doing something else that seems to make more sense. Approaching the eighteen year old, Nick slid his arms around the college jock's, drawing the bare back into his bare front.
"Dougie, I'm truly sorry."
"I understand. I know if your father didn't have this Guggenheim Museum gig lined up for you, in Bilbao, you'd... well, no sense talking about something that's not going to happen."
"It's only for the duration of the Eduardo Chillida exhibit, til the following June, Dougie. After that, I can see about... What's that matter?" "Ain't gonna happen, Nick. You'll get all involved in your work and," a series of sniffles broke forth..."and you'll forget about me. Probably hookup up with some hot artiste-guy."
Turning Dougie around roughly, with conviction, Nick states, "That's not gonna happen. Dammit, Douglass, I love you and nothing's going to change that!" "That's all I wanted hear." Nick watched Dougie put on a smile. "Um, are we going to go for a swim?" Dougie then asks. As if a father of five, Nick says, "Kids!" Throwing his hands up, he continues along the path, following Dougie. At Indian Lake, more than the Buffalo and Coyote lodges thought of an evening of cooling off. Throughout the eight week camping season, Marc Leitner had met with Nick Kyriopoulos, to discuss matters regarding discipline, sexual conduct and other rules he constituted as unfair. Leitner, a strict disciplinarian, gave each counselor reign over the matter of the demerits system and the means by which to carry out offenses. The Buffalo and Coyote lodges became the most progressive of all lodges. Those whipping posts out in their yards became history, vines growing up them. Nick's personal study deemed the use of only `minor' sex rules more of a boost to camper morale, than prohibition. Of course, he didn't tolerate any kinky stuff or horseplay, no unsafe sex practices. If the campers wanted to fuck around, they had to use protection. He and the Coyote's counselor, Juan Luis Fernandez, pooled one week's pay, buying up the local 7-11's supply of condoms! "Um, isn't there a law about campers fratenizing with camp counselors?" Nick then proceeded to laugh his ass off, seeing one of the Buffalo boys and a counselor, Miguel and Juan Luis, bodies cemented together, making out openly on the dock. "Of all people, you should know, Nick!" Miguel boldly replied. "What ever happened to respect for your elders, Miguel?"
Juan Luis replied to that, saying, "Pa-lease, Nick! You're making me feel like an old man!" "Sorry `bout that. Forgot we're both pushing thirty."
"Not me, bud. Maybe twenty-five is pushing thirty, but twenty-four is pushing twenty-five!" All three had a laugh off of that. However, the more Nick gazed upon nineteen year old Miguel, hugging his twenty-four year old lover, the more Nick sensed guilt, running away, back to Europe, from the best damn thing that's ever happened to him. "Um, Juan Luis, do you think you can keep tabs on my guys, while I go make a phone call?" "Sure. No sweat, Nick. It's not like we haven't pinched hit for each other this summer." "Cool. Thanks. Be right back." Hightailing it back, a different route, crossing the main road into Timber Creek, Nick made a beeline for the administration office. One of the campers on work scholarship, Sean Scully, manned the switchboard. "Sean, wonder if you can place this call for me?" "Sure Nick. Just hand it over here."
Sean looked it over. "Um, one problem."
"What's that Sean?"
"I can't put through any international calls without permission from Mr. Leitner." Just then, Marc Leitner came out of his office, apparently departing for the evening. "I hear a lot of noise coming from Indian Lake, Nick?" The camp director let on, with a slight grin. "Must be all the ghosts from the camp stories we've been telling all summer," Nick grinned back. "Naked ghosts, I suspect?"
"Why don't you take a look, Marc."
"Nah. Got something better going on tonight to make my dick hard!" Sean interjects, "Mr. Leitner, Nick wants..."
"Whatever it is, do it!" "Okay. You're the boss!" Right away Sean set about to dial in the gazillion numbers, as Nick bid Marc Leitner good night, taking in tidbits of the kinky fun he was off to have. "It's ringing, Nick!" Sean called over. A bit antiquated, Sean handed Nick the headgear. As Nick stood there over Sean, sitting, the eighteen year old camper felt it a good idea that his crotch was under the console. Sean always admired men with tons of body hair and what a rare treat to have tons of black hair an inch away. His tongue wanted to reach out and touch, lick it up. He could feel his balls churning at the sight of Nick's pink, perky nips under all that luscious pec fur. Getting some wicked thoughts, he brushed his arm up against Nick's stomach, accidentally-on-purpose. What a jolt he got! Hearing Nick talking on the phone, in some foreign dialect, which he summised was Greek' to him, he couldn't be farther from the truth. Nick gave Sean a run for the money, twisting and turning his bod around, as he talked on the headset, sometimes his blood pressure rising. A couple of times, when Nick was standing, Sean spotted Nick's deep navel, underneath a thick swirl of belly fur. Having his swimming trunks on, Nick's suit slipped down below the tanning mark. Sean was getting some show, with the chest hair, belly fur, hairy forearms and a slight inch or so of wiry crotch fur. He now wondered what the bulge in Nick's trunks signified. As Nick hung up on his heated conversation, he flung the headset off, unintentionally dropping it on the floor, on the other side of Sean. He bent over to pick it up, his whole front grazing Sean's shirted back. What a time to have clothes on!' Sean thought. He hoped the little out-loud sigh he made wasn't detected. "Thanks for dialing that number for me, Sean."
"Is everything cool with you, Nick?"
"So-so," Nick responded, wavering his hand. "Um, Nick?"
"What, Sean?"
"I was wondering..." then the bottom dropped out of his conversation. "Wondering what, Sean?" "Never mind." Nick wasn't stupid. After all, he just went through almost eight weeks with eight eighteen and nineteen year olds. He could tell when a boy's testosterone levels did flip-flops. Taking up a seat on the edge of the console, not as to flirt, Nick asked, "So, how did you make out this summer finding a guy, Sean? Snag yourself a hottie?" Sean, more the nerdy type, wore a pair of black rimmed glasses. He wasn't as seasoned as most guys his age. "I can only dream about a guy like that, Nick."
Nick could `feel' Sean's eyes all over him. "Y'know. I got the same reaction from one of the campers in the Buffalo Lodge?"
"And did he overcome being shy? Did he forget what his parents told him not to do? Did he um... score?"
"Is that what's keeping you from mingling with other guys, Sean?"
"I dunno. Maybe. I know I can be shy, but Nick.. I don't know what to say when I'm around a guy and if I do say something, it usually winds up being something dumb."
"I would think it's better to say something, no matter how it comes out, than sit behind a switchboard all summer pretending?"
"How did you know I fantasize?" "A feeling I had. I have to get back to the lake, but first, give me your hand, Sean."
"My hand? What for?"
Nick gestured to give it up and not ask questions. Taking Sean's wrist, he lay the teen's hand on the middle of his own chest. "Wow!" Sean sighed, as if he touched the golden fleece. "Can I... touch your nip?" "Okay, but that's as far as you go." Nick felt revolutions churning down yonder, as the teen switchboard operator pushed in his nip with his index finger, then took it and lightly mashed it. "Feels good, does it?"
"Yeah. I think that's enough though."
"I'll say!" Nick's eyes shot down to where Sean stare. "I better be going." Leaving the adminstration building, Nick had to do some readjustments. "Oh shit!" he said out loud, as the tip of his shaft showed, hanging down the leg of his swimming trunks. "Having fun are we?"
"Where did you come from, Douglass?"
"Followed you from the lake."
"Oh."
"Don't worry. I'm sure whatever happened between you and Sean..."
"You snooped on me!"
Nick wasn't really angry. "Figured I better keep tabs on you, at least until..." Their light moment suddenly turned back to the darkside. "Not to change the subject or anything, but aren't you wondering why I hightailed it over to the administration building?" "Your business, not mine."
"Oh. Okay." Two seconds passed between them, as they strolled back to Indian Lake. "So, why did you hightail it over to the administration building?"
"I thought you didn't care, Douglass?"
"I care... Nicholas!" Dougie couldn't see Nick's usual look, in the half-moonlight, but knew it was there. "Listen, I know this isn't much to go on, but it's the best I can do for now. I've convinced my father that I need some downtime after camp. If you still want me, I'd like to go with you and the guys to New York." Dougie, at first didn't know how to react. Then, with a whoop and a holler, he jumped up, grabbing Nick around the neck, scissoring him around the waist with his legs, not to mention jambing his cock balls into Nick's stomach. "Hot diggity!" "But it's only for a couple of weeks."
"Coupla weeks? Hell yeah! More than enough time for me to work on extending your leave of absence!" Nick laughed off the notion, but in many respects he wished it to happen! At lakeside, all was quiet. "Where'd everybody go?" Nick asked. >From the darkness, Jason appears. "What happened to all the guys, Jase?"
"They left me behind to tell you that Mr. Leitner stopped by and said they could have a campfire out in the field."
"Cool!" Dougie said, cheerfully. "Well you don't act so excited, Jason?" Nick prodded for the eighteen year olds feelings. Shrugging his shoulders, Jason replied, "They all got somebody to be with. I don't fit in with the guys."
'Deja vu!' A bell went off in Nick's head. He remembered telling a somebody, about a camper who didn't `fit in'. "Got an idea."
"What?" Both Dougie and Jason replied in sync. "Not you," Nick told Dougie. "Jason, I'm not sure what you're looking for."
"Not much. Just somebody nice."
"Well, if you hop over to the administration building, there's a guy there that's feeling as lonely as you."
"Who?"
"His name is Sean."
"Nice name," Jason replied, not knowing what else to render. "He's also a very nice guy. Why don't you take a chance on seeing if you can become friends with him?"
"I dunno."
Dougie says, "I've met Sean."
"You have? How big is his dick?" Nick places his hands on his hips and gives Jason `the look'. "Jason, you're not going to find a guy to like, through his or your dick!" "Yeah, okay. So, do you think he'll like me?"
"That I can't tell you. That's something you're going to have to find out for yourself."
"Nick's right, but you're not going to find out how big his dick is, unless you get his pants off!" As Jason parted company, heading for the administration building, Nick said to Dougie, "Did you have to entice the kid with a depiction of the guy's cock?"
"It made him hurry and make up his mind, didn't it?"
"What happens if Sean has a small dick?"
"Oh, take my word for it. Jason'll get a mouthful!" "And how would you know something like that?"
"Told you, Nick. I get around."
"Hmm... I don't know about you, Douglass!" "So stop wondering. Do you want to go to the bonfire or head back to the lodge so I can claim your ass?" "Do what?" "You said it yourself you loved me. I love you. What more is there for us to do, but to seal it with a fuck?" "How can I turn you down when your proposal for marriage, is put so eloquently?" "I'll take that as `I do'. C'mon." With Nick hanging onto Dougie's hand, one led the other down pathways, til they reached the courtyard of the Buffalo Lodge. Entering, Dougie made sure the door inside the screendoor shut tightly. "Could get stuffy in here."
"Oh, I'm counting on that, Nick! By the way, lose the trunks?"
"My, aren't we the alpha male all of a sudden?"
"Get used to it, Mary!" "By the way, how did you know that I wasn't a top?"
"Had a feeling. After all, I'm total top. I wouldn't have had this feeling that I should get to know you, fall in love with you, if you had been a top."
"I'm not sure I share your feelings, but things happen that we can't comprehend to figure out the logical aspects of it, so I can't discount your reasoning."
"Is that textbook logic?"
"Don't ask me to repeat it word for word. I don't think I'd be able to pull it off!" The two laughed as they climbed into Nick's bed. Even though Dougie was a total top, there's some things he did that would constitute the bottom's job, like teasing Nick's hairy nips with his teeth or priming his ass canal for insertion. Even Nick found favor in teasing the teen top, when his tongue slid down the length of his ass crevice.
"Taste good?" Nick teased.
"I've tasted better!"
"What? I thought I was your first fuck?"
"Get real, Nick. I'm a college frat. Us jocks do stuff like that in college."
"Oh, so how many have you fucked?"
"I didn't say I fucked a guy."
"Oh, so I suppose you meant rimmed ass?"
"Once. I only did it to try it and no, I lied. His ass wasn't as hairy as your's."
"Oh, so you prefer my hairy ass to his smooth one?"
Acting cocky, Dougie replies, "I kind of like the feel of the hair on my tongue!"
Before going into rimming overtime, Dougie falls on the bed next to Nick.
"Oh no! You're not going to kiss me with that ass-breath!"
Nick shouts he was kidding, as Dougie traisps off for the jon.
Returning, he tells him, "Don't complain about tasting your own toothbrush!"
"Ewe! You used my toothbrush?"
"Shut up and kiss me!"
For all of four minutes they lip-locked, until Nick pressed up from the bed, pinning the six foot tall eighteen year old beneath his tongue. As Dougie had done for him, Nick went to work on his pecs. Only difference, a very light dusting of blond hair cover Dougie's chest, from east to west. Nick found more pleasure, easing down the belly trail, to the deep bellyhole, toying with it, darting his tongue in and out. Whereas Nick's nips had been his hot zone, Dougie's navel seemed to be the soul of his pleasure center, above the waist. The more Dougie tried arching his back, the deeper Nick's tongue jabbed into the deep recess. However, he got scared that his neck would be bruised from the constant jabbing of the teen's nine inch impaler, at his throat. So, he sunk down towards the bottom of bed, in order to gain control of tonguing the monster. As his chest, around Dougie's hot tool and big orbs, light amounts of hair tickled Nick's tongue, until a combo of sweat and saliva make it stay slick against Dougie's pubes. Dougie thrashed about, feeling the sweet tongue torture around the barrel of his shaft, an occasional engulfing, the tip of his phallus digging deeper into Nick's throat.
Without warning, Dougie jumped up from the sweaty sheets, informing Nick, "Last chance to back out."
"Don't you have to get in before you back out, Dougie?"
Nick shouted out when the palm of Dougie's hand broadsided his rump.
"Oh, you're tight," Dougie gave his first assessment of Nick's ass doorway.
"Told you I have a virgin ass... um, take it easy?" Nick asked, crinkling up his nose, visible by the light of the silvery moon.
"A claiming is supposed to be something you remember."
"Ugh!" Nick replied.
"But I'll ease it in nice and slow."
"I guess I should be thankful."
"Amen!" Dougie rang out, as he started the pressure of the tip of his instrument, inserting it in Nick's ass chamber.
Nick made low, guttural tones, as he felt Dougie's tube massage the insides of his ass chute. Once past the sphincter, Nick lost a lot of the tenseness, pressing his buns towards Dougie, now wanting more of the teen's cock inside him.
Seeing the reluctance, the nervousness dissipate, Dougie became more aggressive, quickly sliding his cock in deeper and deeper. His sudden urge was to feel his balls slapping up against Nick's ass, his cock totally merging with that of his lover. As that moment approached, his orbs in contact with the hairy Greek's ass, he threw his head back and sighed deeply. Pressing himself up from the bed, Nick praised all those crunches he's done with the boys this summer. He turned Dougie's chin downwards long enough to capture a French kiss, then sank back into the camp cot.
The first time for both, coupled with their own private `civil' ceremony of bonding, Dougie wanted to make the moment last. However, that wasn't his only motive. So many reasons could be named for the great feeling of moving in and out of Nick's ass. Living for the moment, it just damn well felt awesome!
"Ooooh.. more... more," Nick softly called out, using his abs to press his body downwards.
"Dammit, Nick. If you press your ass any further, my balls are gonna get sucked up your ass!"
Breaking from the pleasurable moment, Nick smiled, commenting, "Wouldn't that be something?"
"Then again, it could be hot!"
Dougie enjoyed watching Nick get riled up, even though he knew that Nick knew he wouldn't do it.
After an hour and a half of going at it, Dougie changing positions twice, pulling out, telling Nick to turn over, get `doggie style', he slapped the hairy ass hard, telling him, "On your back!"
"Can't you make up your mind?"
"Yeah, I could stop?"
"No, no, no, no, noooooo!"
Dougie laughed his ass off, inserting his cock into the now loosened up entrance. His 9c flowed in so easy, after having primed Nick's chute for over an hour. But this was it. Nick knew it too, as Dougie went to town on his ass, grabbing his sides and pumping furiously. When ready to shoot, Dougie pulled out, ripped the condom off and began hand-pumping his hard shaft. In seconds, ropes of teen cum shot out. The white goo became extremely visible against Nick's black chest and stomach hair. Nearing the end of his own orgasm, Dougie wrapped his hand around Nick's ten inch nail and began the up and down motion. It didn't take long to set Nick off, gobs of cum shooting up in the air, coming down and mixing with Dougie's.
"OOoooooh that felt so good!" Nick replied.
Dizzy with the euphoria of the moment, Dougie fell to Nick's side, half his bod lying in the muck. Not giving a shit, he moved his hand around, bathing Nick's hairy chest in the stuff. Even though the sensitivity had more or less moved on, Dougie's index finger massaged the fluid into Nick's nip. Sometimes he'd bathe the outside of the nip, running circles around, other times pressing midcenter.
Nick sensed the action unwinding, as Dougie's heart rate decreased, after the hot fuck.
"That was the best," Nick told Dougie.
"How can you tell, if you have nothing to compare it to?"
"True."
As different as day and night, Dougie's fatigue overtook him and he fell into a deep sleep. Nick's fingers, combing the blond jock's hair back, kissed his forehead before slowly dozing off himself.
It didn't last long, as a rapid series of knocks tumbled on the door.
"Nick? You in there?"
Both guys woke with a vengeance.
"Oh shit!" Dougie called out.
As if morning, the sun streaming in the cabin windows, the two jumped out of bed.
Nick raced to the door, seeing the imminent danger, yelled to Dougie, "Get dressed!"
Except, Dougie didn't come dressed. Still, he knew where all of Nick's clothes had been stored away, so `stole' some.
"Where did it start?" Nick inquired about the fire, licking the treetops.
Standing there, Marat's half nude body had black, smoky marks all over him.
"Mr. Leitner thinks out by the old cabin."
"What cabin?"
"I dunno," Marat shrugged his shoulder.
Taking a blanket, Nick ran to the jon and doused it under the shower.
"Here, wrap this around you."
Dougie had a second one, plus some pants for Nick.
There was only one pair of boots, so Dougie and Marat ran back to the Buffalo Lodge for some.
"Oh shit!" Nick called out, exiting his own cabin.
In a few short seconds, the flames had jumped the forest, cutting Nick's cabin off from the Buffalo Lodge. However, through the flames, he heard an encouraging, "We're alright!"
Nick yelled back, "Try to get to the lake!"
"We can do it!" Nick heard Marat's voice.
Not having any recourse, but to leave the boys to their defense, Nick retreated inside his cabin, advanced to the jon, smashed through the window with the garbage can and hopped out, the wet blanket around him. The whole time he did something he hadn't done in a long time - prayed for Dougie and Marat's safety. He threw in that he hoped for a little help for himself!
Nick wasn't the only one whom had the idea to meet at Indian Lake. It seemed that the forest fire had fanned away from the long, wide body of water. Some campers swam out to the raft, dodging the flames. Others, the real swimmers, made it to the other side of the lake, where some townspeople had gather, setting up a sort of triage for the camp inhabitants.
Dougie and Marat waited at the entrance to the lake.
"C'mon Dougie."
"No! We've got to wait for Nick."
Grabbing Dougie's arm, Marat dragged his buddy along.
"C'mon. At least stand in the lake."
It was the wise thing to do. With reserve propane tanks at the rear of each cabin, it didn't take long for each gradual inferno to set them off. A portable fireboat, one kept on the lake for small emergencies, managed to pump water out of Indian Lake, onto the bath house.
When the flames began to supercede, take over the last building in view, the bath house, it was time to move on.
"Dougie, we've gotta go."
"I'm not leaving without Nick, dammit!"
"Dougie, the lake water is even starting to get warm."
"You go ahead."
"Dougie," Marat, calmly said. Standing behind Dougie, he put an arm over either side. "I'm sure Nick got out. Maybe he couldn't get to the lake. Maybe he headed for the parking lot? The administration building?"
"Could be, but...."
"Who know's? Maybe he got to the lake before we did. He could be waiting on the other side."
"No, he would've waited for me."
Marat changed his tune real quick, roughly turning Dougie's body towards the dock.
"Look! There he is!"
Watching the two recorded in their minds the most perfect, Olympian dive, from the wooden dock, into Indian Lake. At first, the perfection stunned them. After Nick's bod disappeared under the water, the two dove in, swimming at top speed. It wasn't only Dougie that hugged Nick and Nick, vice versa. The three rejoiced at finding each other well and accounted for. Fortunately for the three, the fireboat rescued them, whizzing them away from the bathhouse area, now engulfed in flames.
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11 Continued....
Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.