Just a dumb fuck

My Huckleberry Friend

I woke to the sound of Nathan’s bedside phone ringing. It was just before eight. Nathan struggled free from my arms and answered it. I must have been holding him all night.

“Yes, he’s here. No, tell her we’ll come down for breakfast. See you there.” Nathan put the phone back in its cradle and turned to me.

“That was Elizabeth. Apparently, Milly phoned your room a few minutes ago to enquire if you wanted breakfast in bed and, if so, what you’d like. When you didn’t answer, she phoned Elizabeth and enquired, discreetly, what you might like for breakfast. It seems your reputation with the ladies has spread far and wide…”

I sat bolt upright, much to Nathan’s amusement. Now everyone will think I spent the night with Elizabeth.

“Relax, Boots. Elizabeth covered for you. Said you had got up early and were in here playing on my console. Well, I hope that’s how she explained it…”

Nathan’s still looking at me, lying on his side, his head propped up on one hand now. His face just inches from mine. I leaned forward and kissed the end of his nose. “I suppose we had best get up.”

Nathan reached out with his free hand, took hold of my hand, guided it down under the duvet and onto his cock. “I’m already up, Boots,” he laughed.

I smirked, then threw the duvet back over Nathan and jumped out of bed, grabbed my robe from the bedside chair and made for the door. Nathan was fast, leaping out of the bed and cutting me off before I could slip the robe on and get out of his room.

“Use my shower, Boots, come on.” He chased me round his bedroom and into his en-suite bathroom. Bloody hell, I think it was designed by Lord Elgin. Green marble everywhere, with a huge stand-alone bath in the middle and then a rainfall shower in one corner. All the fittings were brass or gold plated, maybe even solid gold for all I know, with mahogany woodwork. Our bathroom back home is plain white tiles and I think the bath is plastic.  It would fit in just the shower area of Nathan’s bathroom.

Nathan dragged me under the shower and turned it on, jumped alongside me as the warm water cascaded down over us both. He held my wrists up at head height against the marble as he leaned forward and kissed me, pushed his body against mine, thrust his stiff cock between my legs. That feels good. His hair goes even darker copper coloured when it’s wet, contrasting perfectly with the green and gold. His skin really does look like one of my mum’s porcelain statuettes.

Nathan let go of one of my wrists, reached over and grabbed a palmful of shower gel from an ornate dispenser, dumped it in my hair and then proceeded to smear it over my body, grabbed a second handful and dropped it over his hair. We stood just aside from the waterfall, soaping each other up, laughing and tickling, taking extra time to rub soap over each other’s hard cocks, spin each other around, rub our slippery bodies together. We stepped back under the shower, allowed the water to rinse all the soap away as we just stood together, face to face, holding each other close, rubbing our cocks against each other. That really does feel good. I wonder if it feels as good for Nathan? I’m sure somebody told me that circumcised cocks lose some of their sensitivity. He looks to be enjoying it though.

Nathan spun me around, my back to him, kissed the back of my neck, pressed his stiff cock against my arse, begin to rub his hard dick up and down between my arse cheeks, sighed gently. This must be what it’s like when two guys are about to fuck. I wonder what it feels like to get fucked? To get a cock driven up your arse and get nailed like Jackson was doing to Jayden?

Nathan didn’t resist when I twisted, grabbed him, pushed his chest against the cold marble, slid my stiff cock against his arse, rubbed it down between his cheeks, thrust between his thighs vigorously, pumped away at him for several strokes, the slid my cock back up over his arse, teased his tight hole with the sensitive tip of it, gasped at the pleasure it gave me, sank my chin deep into the hollow of his shoulder, put my fingers on his nipples and rubbed them. For a few moments Nathan moved with me, rubbed his pert arse against my cock, enhanced the sensation flooding through my dick and balls, then finally stepped away, turned to face me, smiled.

“Come on, Boots, we have breakfast to go to before people start wondering what we are up to…”

* * *

Breakfast was impressive. Mrs Bauer and Elizabeth were already seated at a large table in the kitchen area where Milly was fussing over the stove. The air was rich with the scent of pancakes and bacon. Nathan and I sat down at the table and helped ourselves to cereals and milk, along with a glass of orange juice. I glanced at Elizabeth, felt my face redden as I did so, expected her to come at me with some snarky comment. She simply smiled and smirked at Nathan.

“I’m making Eggs Benedict for Elizabeth,” said Milly as she smiled at me, “And Nathan usually has bacon, pancakes, scrambled eggs and hash browns. I can do the same for you, Craig, perhaps with fried egg, mushrooms and beans if you don’t mind waiting a little longer.”

“Oh, please don’t go to any trouble for me,” I said, “I’m happy to have the same as everyone else.”

“Nonsense, Craig, it’s no trouble at all. It makes a change for me to do something different. A proper English breakfast is on its way. You just tuck into your cereals.”

Milly doesn’t mess about. I expected her to open a tin of baked beans, but she didn’t. She already had some real beans soaking in a small dish and she popped those into a saucepan on the hob to start them warming, then dropped some tomatoes into a blender and smashed them to a puree before adding them to the beans with a spoonful of flour and some seasoning from her spice rack. A blob of butter and what I think were some chopped chives followed into the mix. Nathan’s hash browns were home made too, not from the freezer. Milly had some shredded potatoes and sliced onion that she kneaded into small cakes, then added some herbs before frying them in butter. The pancakes were done the same way too. Everything properly home-made rather than being bought pre-prepared from a shop and then re-heated.

It took about thirty minutes for everything to be done, which gave us all time to drink coffee and juice after finishing our cereal. Mrs Bauer and Elizabeth already had the papers opened and were looking out the reports on the opening of the gallery exhibition. They both looked very satisfied.

When breakfast arrived it was a proper feast. I had three rashers of proper thin crispy bacon, not the thick fatty stuff most Americans seem to prefer, along with a couple of hash browns, some grilled tomatoes, a sausage, two fried eggs, mushrooms and Milly’s baked beans. The beans were awesome. Way better than tinned baked beans.

“Milly, I think I am going to start a campaign,” I said between mouthfuls, “To get Heinz Field stadium renamed ‘Milly’s Field’. These have to be the best baked beans I’ve ever had.”

Mrs Bauer smiled and then held open one of the papers for Elizabeth to see. “There’s a very good photo of you in this one, Elizabeth, dancing with that charming young man. The Senator’s son. Jackson, isn’t it? Nathan?”

“Yes, mom, that’s Jackson Davis, as if you didn’t know,” confirmed Nathan, then glanced at Elizabeth. “Shall I tell him you’ve got the wedding planned already, or does it need to be a surprise to him? I don’t think he’ll object; he couldn’t wait to elbow Boots out of the way last night and steal you for himself. I don’t think he heard the cage door slam shut behind him.”

I expected Elizabeth to bite right back at Nat but she didn’t, just smiled sweetly and continued looking at the reviews and society pages in the papers.

“You seem to have managed to keep out of the limelight, Nathan,” said Mrs Bauer, “No pictures of you at all so far. In fact you seem to have kept pretty much under the radar all night. It wouldn’t have harmed for you to have been a little more prominent. There are several good pictures of Craig though, especially from when we arrived and when he escorted me onto the stage. Very smart indeed. Certainly raised a few comments, all of them positive you’ll be pleased to hear, Craig. There’s a nice picture of you dancing with Elizabeth too.”

Elizabeth smiled. “It seems that picture has ruffled a few feathers. Your dorm mate Will has already sent me a text about it.”

Actually, it’s a pretty good thing Nathan kept a low profile. It could easily have been very different. Pictures of him in all the Pittsburgh papers involved in a fight with the Oakdale boys probably wouldn’t have gone down well at all. I’m not sure about the pictures of me in the papers though. I’m meant to be low profile but if Will has seen the pictures already that means everyone back at college probably saw them too at breakfast this morning. A selection of papers is always available in the ante-room at breakfast time. I have to admit though, I do look good in the pictures. That tuxedo suits me. Very James Bond. The trouble is, my name is printed under every photo. Some of them comment upon me being at Allegheny Military College. Nobody actually asked me who I was last night, so they had to get the information from somewhere. I guess Mrs Bauer had press releases put out about it. That’s what happens in these circles.

“What plans do you have for today, Nathan?” asked Mrs Bauer. “I assume you don’t plan on returning to college until this evening.”

Nathan looked over at me and then at his mum.

“I was thinking of getting one of the boats out. It’s still warm and the weather’s good, so maybe take Boots a trip along the river for a few hours. The leaves are turning colour quite well now. Maybe even go into central Pittsburgh if we join the Ohio.”

Elizabeth was clearly amused. “Do remember to turn downstream this time, little Huckleberry brother, if you intend to get to the Mississippi. And perhaps take a sandwich with you. Can’t rely on papa sending out a posse of State Troopers every time, and them bringing you home via a diner.” Clearly Nathan was never going to be allowed to live down his previous river escapade.

“You won’t get very far, Nathan. Don’t forget the ‘no wake’ rules at weekends,” said Mrs Bauer. ”And the locks will be busy too. You might be gone all day and not get more than three or four miles. Certainly not as far as central Pittsburgh let alone there and back. It could even be quicker to walk along the river bank if everyone else is out on the river and jamming up the locks. It would be nice if you stayed around the house for a while, we see so little of you these days.”

“Hardly my fault, mom,” chuckled Nathan, “I didn’t choose to go to Allegheny Alcatraz, did I? But besides, now I am there, I quite like it. So you and dad will just have to put up with seeing less of me.”

Elizabeth couldn’t resist sniping. “I think there are great things to be said for not having to trip over you all day, little brother. The house is much quieter for a start, and no wondering what you…”

“Elizabeth,” interrupted Mrs Bauer with a very disapproving look, ”Let bygones be bygones. That’s all behind us now, isn’t it, Nathan?” From the look she gave him, Nathan clearly wasn’t expected to answer, it was a statement, not a question.

Nathan didn’t seem too bothered, either by Elizabeth or his mum. “Well, I guess we could just cruise up and down the river here between the locks rather than go beyond them for an hour or two, perhaps in the Riva Barchetta, then dig out the old clay trap and shotguns and do a little shooting. Perhaps all have lunch down by the river on the boathouse terrace? You’d like that, wouldn’t you mum? Maybe I could even call College and invite Jackson Davis and a few of his friends down for the afternoon, I’m sure they’d be happy to play tennis with Elizabeth.”

Mrs Bauer seemed entirely unaware of the frost creeping across the table from Elizabeth to Nathan as she smiled and said, “Why, what an excellent idea Nathan. It would be so nice to meet some more of your college friends. Isn’t it rather short notice for them though? And Milly, do we have enough suitable food available to lay on a small lunch or afternoon tea?”

Milly beamed at Nathan. “Of course we do, it would be a pleasure to lay on a few refreshments for Nathan’s friends. And I’m sure the boys will quickly take charge of a barbeque if you plan to dine down by the boat house. I’ll only need to provide the food and make a few bowls of salad and other accompaniments. The boys will insist on doing the cooking. I think most men seem to think cooking a burger is an achievement on a par with hunting a sabre-toothed tiger.”

Nathan raised his eyebrows towards his mum. “So, is that settled then? Shall I make a few calls?”

* * *

Half an hour later I’d changed into a striped T shirt and a pair of cream chinos that Nathan loaned to me – “Got to look like an Italian sailor, Boots” and driven us down to the boathouse in Lemon Steroids. Okay, so it’s only a half mile walk from the house but, be honest, I wasn’t going to pass up a chance to drive a Mustang again was I?

Nathan had already phoned Kyle and quickly talked him into bringing all the guys from the dorm out to his house for the barbeque. They’ll all fit in the truck, and it’s only an hour’s drive. He also made sure to phone Jackson, primarily to get at Elizabeth I think, and invited him along too, plus ‘some friends from boxing if you like, mum and Elizabeth will enjoy the eye candy.’ Inviting Jackson, who definitely happened to be able to re-arrange his diary for the day once he heard Elizabeth’s name mentioned, also made it a certainty that the guys from the dorm would be granted passes out. Nathan’s smart.

As we jumped out of Lemon Steroids and walked the last few yards to the boathouse, a couple of guys were just hauling a small speed boat out of the far end and tying it up to the short jetty. I glanced inside the boat house as we passed by and saw that it contained quite a large, classically styled motor yacht of the sort that was all the rage in the 1920s. All wood with polished brass fittings. Far more stylish than the fibreglass gin palaces people seem to like nowadays. I guess that’s the difference between old money and nouveau riche. And from what Nathan had said previously, that was just their small boat. I wonder what the one they have down in Florida is like?

The two guys tethering the speedboat were in their early twenties and smiled as we approached.

“Sorry to call you on your day off,” said Nathan, “but it was a last-minute thing. I hope you don’t mind. Boots, this is Elijah and Jeremiah. They’re the sons of our gardener, and they work here too with their dad some days. Boys, this is Boots, he’s a friend from college, but originally from England.”

The two guys smiled and looked me over as I weighed them up too. I did wonder if there was any truth in Nathan’s hints that Mrs Bauer like having good looking young guys – eye candy – as he called it, around. They were certainly fit.

“No problem, Nat,” said Elijah. “Good to see you about the place again. Exile over? Looks like you have a new car too. Way smarter than my old heap.”

“Give him the keys, Boots,” said Nathan. “Have a drive up and down in it if you like Elijah, you too Jeremiah. You’re welcome to hang around if you don’t have any pressing plans. We’re having a barbeque later this afternoon. Give Milly a hand setting it up if you don’t mind, and then join in the party. I’ll see you get paid for the day too. Can’t be a better way to spend your Sunday can there?”

Elijah and Jeremiah glanced at each other, appeared to give it deep thought for a second or two, then agreed. “You drive a hard bargain, Nat, but we’ll do it…”

I handed Lemon Steroid’s key to Elijah then followed Nat down the wooden jetty to the speedboat. It looked amazing. All sleek lines, gleaming varnished mahogany and lots of polished brass and stainless steel. Bright red leather seats too. I think Nathan could see I was impressed.

“It’s a Riva Barchetta, Boots. It’s the tender to our river yacht, it’s usually carried on the davits there on the back. Great grandad had her made in Italy back in the Twenties and shipped over. She can do over forty miles an hour. We could be in downtown Pittsburgh in no time at all if it weren’t for the locks and the weekend ‘no wake’ rule. We’ll just have to settle for a blast or two up and down this stretch between the locks today though. It’s picturesque this time of year with all the trees changing colour, and as we own quite a bit of the land on both sides of the river for a few miles up and downstream I daresay no-one will be too pissed off if we make a bit of a wake. It’s our banks that will be getting washed.”

Following Nat’s lead, I jumped aboard, then had to jump back onto the jetty again as he laughed and said, “Untie us first Boots, Elijah and Jeremiah seem too busy with Lemon Steroids.”

As I untied the rope, a proper rope made from sisal or hemp or something like that rather than plastic, Nathan put the throttles in neutral and pressed the starter button. There was the briefest of whirrs, then a loud roar as the engine burst into life. Nathan quickly adjusted another lever and the roar died to a throaty burble as a cloud of blue smoke drifted away on the light breeze.

“Three hundred eighty horses, Boots, all of them Italian Stallions in V8 formation,” giggled Nathan. “Grandpops wanted to be sure he was faster than the police launches…”

I coiled the rope up on the front of the boat and then climbed down into the cockpit, sat down beside Nathan as he took the seat behind the helm. That’s what they call the driving seat. Nat slowly turned the brass and mahogany wheel and eased the throttles forward, piloting the boat out from the jetty and into the slow-moving width of the Allegheny. We were barely going more than walking pace. I’ve been on a fast boat before, a Royal Marines assault boat with the cadets one weekend, but that was all aluminium and functional. This is different. The Barchetta oozes style. Even the brass screw heads on the instrument panel are all aligned with each other. And that burble from the engine. Just like Lemon Steroids. Hundreds of horsepower just waiting to be unleashed. I glanced over to Nat. He looks hot, dressed just like me. Blue and white striped Tee shirt that hugs his body. Tailored chinos. That awesome coppertop.

Why have I screwed this up? In a few days my dad is coming and it’s pretty much certain he’s going to take me out of college. Probably the best I can hope for is that I get sent straight back home. The worst? Swapping these clothes for a baggy orange jump suit and a pair of handcuffs. Do they handcuff kids in America? I am still a kid, in American law, at fifteen, right?

“Boots?”

I looked at Nathan. He’s looking at me.

“I said, ‘Do you want to take the helm and open the throttles?’ Take control, Boots.”