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Out of The Mist

If I were anywhere near "Our Boys", they'd likely kill me with shear Pleasure! :dead:

Butt ... What a way to Go! (!) (!w!) (group) :-<
 
“Out of The Mist”

Chapter 169 of ? …


Ryan:

The afternoon passed in comfortable lounging, sipping beers. There hadn't been any sightings of Beau, Dean, or the twins. Pete, Mark, Cat, and I, along with the lightly snoring Rafe, may as well have been the only people around.


The day was perfect, with a slight breeze. The smell of “Green” was in the air. The soothing sound of the pond's waterfall accentuated the subtle creaking of tree branches, and leaves rustling against their neighbors.


I realized I was staring at my bare toes, more than the people beyond them, and having trouble keeping my eyes open. I was blaming that on having finished Rafe's beer, after my own.

“Yo! Ry! Are you still with us Bud?”

That came from Cat.

“Huh? Uh … Yep! What's up?”, I blurted.

“Had you been paying attention you'd know that Pete, Mark, and I, are going into town for dinner with Beau and Dean. But, before we go we'll lay out your supper, which the twins will cook for you and Rafe. We're going to leave you guys to get more acquainted. We probably won't be back until after bar close.”, Cat was grinning from ear to ear.

I didn't know if her wide smile was driven by the thought of Rafe and I being left behind with the twins, or that she was going out with Beau and Dean, with Pete and Mark as chaperones.

As the summer sun settled further into the western horizon, Cat, Mark, and Pete, retired into the house to get ready for their evening on the town. There was no need for Rafe, or I, to move, which was fine by me. I was awakened by my shoulder being shaken.

“Hey! Ry, Dude! Feeling hungry?”

My eyes fluttered open, as I was trying to make sense of what was happening. I'd been dreaming about the twins skinny dipping, while Rafe and I had watched, and drooled. I was confused to see Zach hovering over me, given his blue polo shirt, unless he and Zane had switched colors since I'd last seen them.

“Huh?”, tumbled out of my slack mouth.

“Dinner is ready!”, he enthused.

“Wha? Oh! What time is it? I need to pee!”

Did I just say that?

Zach extended his hand to help me up.

“Go do what you gotta do!”, he grinned.

Zane was rustling Rafe awake. As I stumble toward them I noticed the picnic table had been set with gold rimmed fine china, and crystal goblets. The grill smoke was rising from sizzling T-bones. These guys knew how to set out a spread.

“Take him with you?”, Zane asked, helping Rafe to rise.

“Of course!”, I muttered, placing my arm over Rafe's shoulders, guiding him indoors.

We were crossing streams into the toilet when Rafe mused, “Are we really here, or am I still dreaming?”

“You're really talking about the twins, aren't you, perv?”, I chuckled.

“You need to ask?”, Rafe grinned, then grimaced, and teetered a bit, with my arm around his waist.

“Hey! You O.K.?”, I asked, concerned.

“I might be battered, but I'm getting better, thanks to you, and everyone else here. If we're done dribbling, I'm ready to go hunting.”

“We don't have to hunt, Buddy. We've been brought right into their nest! I don't know how they think, but I guess we're going to find out. Are you sure you're up to this?”

Rafe reached over to take my hand, and place it on his hardening shaft.

“What does THIS tell you?”

“Easy, Bro! Let's save that for the twins, if we have a chance!”, I slyly smiled, as I stroked him to get the last golden drops out of his pee hole. “Ready now?”

Dinner was superb! Zach and Zane produced a few bottles of excellent wine. Rafe and I were seated across from them, playing footsie, as we told our stories, getting to know each other far more intensely than I expected.

They started out wondering if their dads had gone along to protect Cat from Beau and Dean, or if it was the reverse consideration. HA!

They were very impressed with Cat, and thought she was a wonderful force to contend with.

That brought up their impression of females, granted their history.

Things got rather intense, after that.

The twins were very forthcoming, and often finished each other sentences. There was no doubt they had been through a lot, which only bound them closer.

I was surprised when they brought up my dad.
 
OK, that ending line sure does grab us by the short hairs...
 
“Out of The Mist”

Chapter 170 of ? …


Zach:

Zane and I both agreed that Ry and Rafe were Hot as Hell! We considered ourselves extremely fortunate that events had brought them here. We were surprised at how our lives intertwined. It was amazing how “The Force” had worked!

We made it a point to get them to relax, and tell their stories. While we were lounging around the fire pit, sipping Drambuie, our mutual strings became more obvious.

They shyly admitted they were watching us, from the house, when Zane, and I, had been skinny dipping in the pond.

We also let them know that we had been watching them later, too!

When Ry revealed that he was Paddy Lafferty's nephew, our connections began to fall into place.

Our father had worked for Paddy, as had our dad Mark. When our mom died, Paddy offered to have his lawyer represent our father.

Our father refused to allow his lawyer to try any legal shenanigans, taking full responsibility for what had led to our mother's death. He was sentenced to 20yr for involuntary manslaughter.

And, when Mark and Pete were trying to get named as our guardians, Paddy's lawyer, who we learned was Ry's dad, stepped in to make sure that happened!

Through the years, Ry's dad had kept in touch, even visiting our father in jail at least once a month. When our father's parole hearing came up, Ry's dad was there to speak up for him.

Thanks to Ry's dad's efforts, our father was granted early release, had married our step mom, who also had two kids, a boy and a girl. We knew all this, and had even met them, through Ry's dad having kept our dads, Pete and Mark, in the circle, allowing all of us to get back in touch.

In fact, next week, our father, our step mom, and her kids, were our scheduled guests, along with our new half brother.

Wheels, within wheels, within wheels …

Ry was sitting there, with the flickering flames intermittently lighting up his dropped jawed expression. He had completely relaxed his guard. He was looking so cute, and vulnerable. I was feeling more like wanting to simply hug him, than ravish him.

“Wow! I never knew anything about that!”, Ryan expounded.


Ryan:

My relationship with my dad was O.K., but not very close. He wasn't often around, always having to be away working. The vast majority of my time at home was spent with Mom.

Though he wasn't there, it was still apparent that Dad was the “Boss”, and, as his son, I was expected to follow his example.

My parents followed traditional gender roles. Housekeeping, and such, were female obligations, and the males were destined to go out in the world to bring home “the bacon”, and rule the roost, though mostly absent from it.

The home was the male's castle. He owned it, and all people, and things, in it. It was the female's job to keep it up, taking care of it, and all within it.

Thanks to Mom, I was taught how to do domestic chores, ensuring I would be able to take care of myself, unlike Dad, who wouldn't know how to fry water to save his life!

Though I was impressed with his authority, and his success that afforded us the privileged life we were leading, Dad's inability to sort laundry detracted from my impression of him. Does that make sense?

I did what was expected of me, being my Dad's son. I got good grades. I was popular in school. I was dating the cheerleaders. I was active in the school plays, chorus, and track team. I was class president, and voted the most likely to succeed. I was considered a “Leader”, just like Dad.

But, that wasn't really Me. And, that lead to some resistance between us.

I worked to make him proud of me, and felt I was successful in those endeavors. However, I also resented being molded into his image of what I should be, when that wasn't who I truly was.

I felt that he didn't appreciate me for Me, not knowing the real me, but rather basked in the glory I was bringing him by pretending to be the son he expected, desired, and even deserved.

That caused some friction. It got to the point that I would disagree with him merely for the sake of rebelling. And, that tended to blind me to seeing who he really was, and what he had accomplished.

The twins' story was one of those that brought my Dad into sharper focus for me. Through them, I was gaining more appreciation for my “Old Man”.

I was thinking I should call him, just to say, “Hi!”

Then it dawned on me that I hadn't turned my phone on, let alone had it with me, all day. That, in itself, should have told me something.

I excused myself from Rafe, and the twins, to gingerly make my “under the influence” way into the house.

I managed to find my phone, after having touched everything I'd staggered past, in order to keep my balance, and direction.

There were more calls than I expected. Something must be up. The last one was from Frank. A sense of guilt washed over me. His was the first one I returned.

“You've been shot in the butt?”

“What?”!!!
 
OK, that was quite an installment - my head is spinning a bit and I haven't had anything to drink!
 
well wouldn't mind meeting the twins ,
cannot wait for them to get together to show off this wound.
what is paddy scheming up next..????

Great awesome story would love to visit this place.
thanks for writing it your great
your Kiwi Friend Robbie
 
Wow, guys! Thanks for the encouragement! (*8*)

This story has been weighing on my mind, as real life has thrown me some curves. #-o

Things are finally seeming to settle down. I'm not sure when I'll be back to writing, but I certainly hope to continue "Out of the Mist". :gogirl:
 
“Out of The Mist”

Chapter 171 of ? …


Ryan:

Frank explained what had happened, and Ollie and Dave joined the conversation to add their own perspectives.

Thank goodness Ari was a friend. First it was Rafe getting beaten, and now Frank getting shot in the ass. And, it all came down to me entering these guys lives. I was feeling horrible.

They assured me I wasn't at fault. They had been on a collision course with my Uncle Paddy anyway. They were happy that I had ended up in their circle, and they would back me up with their lives.

I was close to tears …

They wanted to know how Rafe, Cat, and I, were doing. That lead to me telling them about the twins. They were all joking how Pete and Mark had been holding out on us.

I suggested they were just two Dads protecting their sons from us. That got laughs. Truth was, it just never came up, and there was no reason it should have.

We all agreed that the twins were a pleasant surprise, and the guys encouraged me, and Rafe, to take advantage of the situation, if we could. I assured them we were working on it.

I was a bit shocked that I'd been on the phone for almost an hour. That wasn't like me, or any of us guys for that matter.

As I headed back out to Rafe and the twins, I was steadier than I'd been before. I was also wondering if I'd been missed. I decided it would be a good idea to grab a cold 12 pack out of the fridge.

The night air was a bit cooler, but still warmish. The back yard was aglow with dimmed recessed lighting. The fire pit area was awash with the glimmer of flickering flames.

There was nobody there.

I spotted a trail of cast off clothing leading toward the pond's beach. Hmmm …

A T-shirt bunched on the damp grass? I peeled mine off, and added it to the trail.

A pair of shorts? I left mine nearby, too.

I was naked as my bare feet encountered sand, then padded into the water.

The rocks and foliage around the pond were dimly lit from underneath. There was a small spot light on the waterfall. However, with the difference between the air temperature and the heated water, there was a foggy haze hovering over the surface.

I still couldn't see anybody, as I waded into the mist, but I could hear someone softly counting, “3, 4, 5, 6.” Than another voice, yet the same voice, counting, “1, 2, 3 ...”

What?! I slowly surged forward.

When the water hit my balls it wasn't the usual shock. With the pond being heated, my nuts actually relaxed having retracted a bit in the cooler air. That pleasant sensation caused my already hard dick to jump. It actually made a small splash. HA!

Until that moment, I hadn't been aware I was boned. But, given what I had been busy imagining what I might be headed toward, it would be incredible if I wasn't raging. I waded deeper.

“4, 5, 6. My go.”, was coming from ahead, to my right.

Then, the same voice, “1, 2, 3 ...”, from ahead to my left.

As I recalled, the middle of the pond was just short of chest deep, on me, getting deeper toward the waterfall. I was up to my navel when Rafe's curling toes came into view through the mist. Just a bit closer I could see the twins on either side of him, with Rafe being held prone half way out of the water. They had him suspended, semi-submerged, between them.

The twin to my right was bobbing his head up and down on Rafe's periscope erection, as the the one to my left was counting, glancing at me, and smiling. When he hit 6, his twin stood up, and he went down on Rafe, as his mirror image began counting, and smiling at me.

My beautiful buddy Rafe was a raft between them, head thrown back, grinning like The Cheshire Cat, and curling his toes, getting the dual blow job of his life.

“4, 5 … Oh, Shit!” Rafe had tensed, and obviously shot his load into the mouth of the twin on my right, who stood up, still smiling, with some of Rafe's cum drooling out a corner of his luscious lips.

The other twin immediately went down of Rafe's oozing dick, to suck out whatever cum might be left. Rafe arched his back, nearly dipping his face underwater.

When twin “left” stood back up, twin “right” reached over to the back of his brother's head, and drew him to him to kiss, and share Rafe's sperm between them. That was So HOT, I thought I was going to splurge, right there, into the water, myself. Oh, FUCK! I DID!

They were supporting Rafe, who was now a limp doll, between them, as they both smiled at me, with Rafe's cum dripping off their chins.

“Welcome to the party!”, twin “left” said. “We thought we might have lost you. So, we started without you. Glad to see you made it back!”

“Um … Uh … Yeah! I'm glad I found y'all again, too! I've got some news to tell, but that can wait for later. I'm thrilled you've been taking awesome care of Rafe! Hey, Buddy, are you still breathing?”

Rafe raised his head to smile at me, “Just barely. I can't believe what just happened. I'm feeling better than I ever thought I could! These two are Amazing! I'm not hurting! I'm literally floating, no, make that soaring!”

“Uh, Guys, why were you counting?”, I asked the twins, who were still licking Rafe's white glory off their lips.

“We call it The Game of 6.”, twin “left” began. “When we're blowing a guy together we each get 6 “plunges”, and whenever the guy cums, that one of us “wins”, but we always share the “spoils”, too. I know Zane cheats because when he has his nose buried in pubes he pauses to start his swallowing throat action, and I think each spasm should count. But, he swears since I can't see that, I cant count it. Thing is, since he does it to me, I know exactly what he's up to. Still … in the interest of the game … well ...”

WHOA! My brain was reeling. Not only do these twins play with other guys together, the also play with each other?! Just how far do they go? And, what does that mean? Should they be doing that, being brothers, and all? How the hell should I know? But, I wanted to find out, if I could.

There was too much to think about here, just now. I figured I'd find out more later. The current buzz in the mist was more immediate, playful, not serious …

So, it was Zach on my left, and Zane to my right. I still hadn't hit on an aspect to tell them apart. They sounded the same, and looked the same. I was determined to find an obvious difference, and I hoped I had the time to accomplish that.

Zane was chuckling, “I might have my tricks, but the point is to win, yes?”

Zach splashed Zane, and consequently Rafe.

“Hey!”, Rafe spouted. “This has been more amazing than I've ever dreamed, but can we go back to shore, now?”

We all agreed. I was impressed with how the twins handled, and cared for, Rafe's battered condition. They were so gentle with him. And, it was then I realized, they had carried him to physical nirvana while being so careful of his condition.

They had been battered boys themselves. They knew exactly what Rafe needed, and how to grant him that without harming him further. I considered these two Angels.

Little did I know that they were thinking about me, too.
 
“Out of The Mist”

Chapter 172 of ? …



Ryan:

The splash of high beams bounced off the barn just as we were reaching the sand.

“Oh, shit! They're home!”, Zach, or maybe Zane, muttered. “Skip the clothes. Head for the fireplace.”

Since the twins were supporting Rafe between them, his arms around their shoulders, and their arms around his back, or bare bubble butt, I was the first to arrive at the gas fired, free standing, granite fireplace, about twelve feet to the side of the matching, round, raised fire pit. There was a cabinet built into each side of the fireplace.

One of the twins had left Rafe with his brother, and padded up to my side.

“Grab a towel from the left, and a robe from the right.”, he instructed.

I opened both cabinets. The towels were stacked in rainbow order. The hooded robes matched that sequence. Grabbing one, then the other, would get you a coordinated set of warmed, luxurious, heavy cotton bliss.

I got burgundy, Zach (or Zane) took burnt orange, Rafe was given dark gold, and the other twin grabbed hunter green. We all did a quick rub down with the towels, and donned the robes, hoods up, draping the towels around our necks.

I snatched us all a beer, and we settled into the canvas boat (directors') chairs around the fire pit. Rafe and I were facing the house. The twins were facing us, and the pond.

Chattering, laughing, voices filled the mild night air as car doors were opened, then eventually slammed shut. We couldn't make sense of what was being bellowed.

After a bit, Beau and Dean came into sight from around the house, holding onto each other as they weaved up the path to the bunk house. At one point they staggered, and we thought they were gong to fall down. It took an effort not to start laughing. We managed to hold ourselves to quiet snickers. They gamely struggled on, after having touched the dirt with their finger tips.

Minutes later, Pete emerged from the house and strolled down to stand behind his sons.

One of the twins had lifted a foot, and curled his toes over the edge of the fire pit's wall. His robe was long enough to drape over his raised knee, but I had a full view of his inner thigh and crotch. He knew full well what he was doing, and smiled at me as he made his dick twitch. The term “playfully wicked” came to mind, as I felt my cock respond in kind.

Given the angle he was seated, I was pretty sure that neither his brother, nor Rafe, could see what was aimed at me. Hmmm …

“Hey, guys! Judging from that trail of clothes, it looks like y'all went for a midnight swim. Good for you! How are you feeling, Rafe?”, Pete asked.

“I could say I've never felt better, but given my condition that wouldn't be true. However, considering that, I'm feeling awesome. The swim did wonders I could only have imagined. Your sons, here, took incredible care of me. These guys are angels in my eyes.”, Rafe exuberantly responded.

“That warms my heart to hear that.”, Pete replied. “I guess that me and Mark have done a good job with these two.” He was beaming as he ruffled both twins' hair. They each raised a hand to grasp his arm, looked up at their dad, and gave him identical smiles.

”Listen, guys.”, Pete continued. “Cat is an absolute blast. She drank everyone under the table, except me, because I was the designated driver. Trust me, she is a force to be reckoned with. She even helped carry Mark in. I haven't had such a good time in a long while, and I am sober! I'm sure Mark, Beau, and Dean, are going to be feeling a bit under the weather tomorrow, I mean, later today.”

”That said,” Pete went on, “I don't mean to be a downer, but there is still work to be done later. So, how about I set the timers to turn off the lights, and fires, in, say, 45 minutes? That should give you enough time for one more beer before saying your good nights.”

One of the twins piped up, “Sounds good, Dad. And, thank you!”

“Anything for my boys.”, Pete grinned, patted the twins heads again, then turned and headed back into the house.

I'd been trying to seem casual, and relaxed, which wasn't all that difficult while being wrapped in an awesome warm robe, and with a “cold one” in my paw. I'd just taken a sip of beer when “evil twin” danced his dick at me, and sneered again. I nearly chocked.

“Well, guys.”, his brother declared, “Sounds like we have a curfew. Let's finish this one so we can have one more, then it's off to bed. We can have more fun later tonight, if you'd like. Maybe we can do dinner at the bunk house, then Zane, and I can teach you strip pool in the basement rec room, if you might think you'd be up for that.” (So it was Zane wagging his cock at me.)

“I'm pretty good at pool.” Rafe stated. “How about you, Ry? Think we can take these two?”

I suppressed my immediate reaction to make a snide remark about taking them.

“With you and I as a team, Bro, I think we can give these guys a run for their money. What's strip pool?”, I wondered.

“Oh, you'll like it.”, Zane said, and flexed his dick at me again. “We'll explain the rules before we get started. It'll be lots of fun.”

“That's for sure.”, Zach agreed. “Let's finish this one, and go for one more. It will help us sleep and rest up for later.”

Given Zane's bouncing semi, and knowing that they played around with each other, I was wondering just how much rest Zach was gong to get. Or, with these images in my head, how much rest was I going to get?

I took my eyes off of Zane's gorgeous dick, leaned back, and looked up. The night sky was clear, no moon. Zillions of stars were winking down at me. You'd never see anything like this near a city.

“Amazing, isn't it?”, Zach softly uttered.

“I could look at this forever.”, came from Rafe.

The only sounds that followed were from the fires, and someone taking a gulp of beer, now and then. Snuggled up in my robe, all the tension in my body flowed to my feet, and into the ground through my soles.

I'd had my head back long enough to feel a slight twinge in my neck when I raised my head to sip my beer. The other three reminded me of baby birds, staring straight up with their mouths slightly open. I leaned back again. So peaceful.

The fires died down, but the lights only dimmed, giving us a sign it was time to get going.

“Would you like us to help you with Rafe?”, Zane offered.

“That's O.K., guys. I'm feeling like I can make it on my own.” came from Rafe. “But, maybe stay close, Ry?”

We all reluctantly stood, and stretched a bit. The twins and I went to recover clothing. With what I thought were Rafe's and my duds bundled in my arms, the twins waved good night, and headed for the bunk house. I followed Rafe as he slowly made his way across the patio, and up the porch steps to the house. Just as we got inside, the outside lights blinked off.
 
Damn, Chaz,
I don't know what happened. I just looked up and down my subscriptions and didn't find this. I don't know how that happened.
I never saw your posts, and with all that's been going on I missed your updates.

And what luscious, sexy, promising and fulfilling updates they've been!
I don't want to be beat to an inch of my life but can I borrow the twins for a bit?

Wow. I can hardly wait for the next update!
 
Just finished 172 ... almost missed 171-172 ... Out of the Mist has been one of my favorites and I am overjoyed to see it continue. Thanks, Chaz!! :)
 
Sob!! Almost July and nothing more .... maybe just a hint???
 
Hi Chaz

I have been reading this story of yours with great intrigue, your characters are so hot the way you describe them, I enjoy the pictures you add as well giving me a great view of what they look like, definitely hot! :luv2:

Dave saving Ollie, from who knowS WHAT?? You are definitely keeping surprises.

Will Frank get it on with Ryan?

I am enjoying how you describe the small town New England vibe, how the community work together ensuring that they help each other out. The way you wrote and described the Blacksmith work shop and all the intricacies that are available to the guys and how & what they do is very interesting.

I enjoy how you give the characters a voice each and an overview of what is happening, the way you wrote from each perspective is interesting as well, it makes the characters come to life in a way.

I am just wondering why all these people disappear on a Full Moon or New Moon is there a reason behind this?? I will be reading on to see how the story continues and find out why it is happening.

Thanks for pointing me in direction of your writing, can't wait to finish it :D

Take care and have a good'un Chaz

Luv Deano x
 
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