Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2018 01:57:36 +0000 (UTC) From: Simon8 Mohr Subject: The Schuyler Fortune VI: A Throuple of Bums-9 This fictional story eventually includes descriptions of sex between adult males. If you are a minor or if this material is illegal where you live or if this material offends you, please do not read it. There is an easy way to donate to Nifty to help pay a share of their expenses to provide these stories for you. Just look for the button to click on the Nifty front page. Remember that authors depend on feedback for improvement and encouragement. All rights reserved. The Schuyler Fortune VI: A Throuple of Bums-9 Liam made the phone call to his neighbor, Teresa Barnes, and got the invitation to coffee and blueberry muffins that afternoon. "I haven't done my neighborly thing and this is a great chance to welcome you as a neighbor," she told them. "I've been wanting to know who bought Shady Acres and have been hoping they would be friendly. It's not always a given as you know, I'm sure." Liam told her about the architect in Portland. "I could have warned you about them. They have a homophobic history well-known in Oregon. Even worse is the construction company they use. Right-wing, hiring whites only, nationalist white-supremacy types. They don't bother me. I told the owner of the company a few years back that I've got a rifle big enough to shoot elephants with and security to defend myself effectively. I shoot every day to maintain my skills." "Speaking of which, forewarned is forearmed but not totally. Outside of big cities in Oregon there be some narrow-minded idiots who would just as soon shoot you as look. You need to have some security at Shady Acres if you don't already have it." Liam explained they needed plans for a very large home for the knoll at the end of the driveway. Teresa knew exactly where that was. He explained that they needed a staff out-building, some storage buildings for equipment and farm product storage buildings. "Sounds like a working ranch is what you need." Liam told her his intention to hire homeless gay men to help with the farm work. Her eyes narrowed a bit. "You don't think women could keep up their end doing hard work?" "Of course, they can. I'm just telling you how this began. If an interested woman applies, we'll evaluate that applicant on an equal basis with anyone else. We aren't going to run a male supremacy club out here and at the same time I have to tell you that some of these men have been burned bad by female relatives, including myself. Psychologically, it's just easier to go with the flow and hire men." Teresa remained unconvinced. "You're telling me that women who need work, then, at Shady Acres, will be at a disadvantage because of the mistakes of other people before them with whom they had no connection at all." "The men we planned to hire and have hired had disadvantages from experiences with both men and women. I'm not willing to discriminate. I am free, however, to help anyone I'm comfortable helping." The two glared at each other for a bit, then both laughed. Liam said he was glad they cleared that up. She replied that she wasn't done with him and laughed again. She told him that since he was a neighbor and family helping family, she would do her best to help. Most of her work was done online for companies and ranches in other states. "It will be fun to do a project that I can see coming along close by." "I'll be retiring soon and want to be able to see one of my designs once in a while decorating the landscape." "I'll warn you that I'll be visiting to keep you guys in line once in a while, always with some warning though." They all sat and built up Teresa's picture of what would be required in the various buildings. She said she'd start working that evening. She named a price that Liam accepted on the spot without haggling over details and recommended a good construction company with a woman foreperson that did high quality work on time. "I own the company," she said, "so I know about their work and guarantee it. I'm a bitch of a boss, so-called by most of them, and fair in every detail. I love them; they love me, so the work gets done and done well." John and Mason's night together, nearly a week later, found Liam in the cookhouse. He'd gotten a call from Ethan asking him to 'review the menus'. At first, he hadn't tumbled to the code phrase, then he remembered and his cock stood straight up. He told John and Mason he was going to go to the bunkhouse for a couple of hours while they 'practiced the piano', their personal code for their own fun night. He knocked on the RV door and entered. Ethan and Ryan were sitting on the couch in speedos, otherwise naked as the day they were born. "What took ya so long, boss?" We already finished the menus and are wondering what to do next. Any ideas?" "We've got spatulas here that spank, vegetable oil that lubes pretty good and knives for carving up meat, although the last is optional. Here's a basting brush. That can be used as a flail in a pinch. We've got twine to truss up chickens here. We don't use hand-cuffs in the kitchen much, but we do have an assortment of non-latex gloves with fingers on em in case digital exploration is necessary. On top of that, Ryan here has a dick a mile long and an ass that even a preacher would take a second look at." Ethan took charge and told Ryan they couldn't play in those rags and that he should take off his speedo cuz the boss was here. Then he invited Liam nicely to shed his threads. As Liam's might cock came into view Ryan's eyes flared, his chin rose, and his attention didn't deviate for an hour from the prize except for the moments it was out of sight, buried inside of him. Ethan took a peek at Liam's butt and thought it would be a shame not to warm it. He tried warming it with his hands and mouth but gave up and used his hot prod instead with better results right away and proof of his pudding soon trickled from that hot oven. Visibly exhausted from the ferocious energy expenditure, they slept for a few minutes, then Liam awakened and slapped them both lightly on the butt. "You guys are life-savers. Gotta run. It's been real. Until breakfast then. He kissed them both and stepped out the door." It certainly had been. John and Mason had done more than murmur sweet nothings on their date. Mason reminded John that he owned his ass when they were together. Mason's sounded hungry to take what was his that evening. That thrilled John, who took Mason into his arms and laid him down for a back and bottom rub, then a warm-up exercise consisting of Mason's cock in John's mouth, John playing his favorite instrument (the cock-flute) resulting in a wet, hard cock with no place to rest until John told Mason he was ready to be given the shaft. Mason gave it, John took it, semen flying everywhere, some loud screaming at climax and deep bass grunts of satisfaction when Mason pumped his load, sounds John didn't know Mason had in him. Both were just settling down when they heard the front RV door close and they knew Liam was home. They guessed from his flushed face, untidy clothes and exhausted look that he had indeed visited, perhaps explored, the bunkhouse and were happy for him. Greg and Leo had gone to bed early, a little fatigued. They fell asleep on the cool sheets and during the night sometime Greg pulled the top sheet over them and snuggled over behind Leo to keep both of the warm. The movements woke Leo who lay thinking, then a grin touched the edges of his mouth. He turned over and laying a hand on Greg's chest, he said, "Greg, it's time." "For what, man." "It's time for your turn." Greg wasn't so sleepy that he missed Leo's meaning or anything. He was sleepy enough to turn over without a fuss and receive Leo's gift after some lube was applied everywhere. Leo still exercised every day and ate right. His testosterone levels were those of a thirty-year old. Greg's ass to him, though slightly flat and covered with hair, looked like peaches and cream to Leo. Leo like peaches and cream both, so set to work eating. After that, he introduced his cock to Greg's asshole. "Cock, this is Greg's ass. Ass, this is cock." Then Leo set to do his duty, making a deposit. Greg was still pretty sure he would rather top, but Leo's internal massage felt good enough to warrant further study sometime. Next door Teresa was still working at midnight when fatigue overwhelmed her. She saved her work, took a quick shower and climbed happily into her bed, glad to have another chance to practice her beloved architecture skills. In the bunkhouse Randy told Ethan that although it was really hot, he didn't want to do that again with the boss. Examples, he said, often were set at the top and when the word got out that he had played in the bunkhouse, others eventually might get an idea that it was OK to try. Randy told Ethan that he was the main object of his affection and wanted a more or less monogamous relationship. "We might bring a third in if we both are thirsty for that when we're away from the ranch, but my dad taught me not to shit in the backyard. I can't easily get that out of my head. I'm not speaking for you, Ethan." "We're not committed that way, but I feel that you're the only man for me for as long as you want me. You've been so good to me and I've assumed that was because you cared for me. What are you thinking, Ethan?" "I think like a slut, Randy. If it has a hole, plug it. That's been my motto ever since I learned how to jack off and fuck. Hearing you say what you said makes a lot of sense." "I admire you and like you and desire you in every way that I can think of. I think about you day and night and would really miss you if you were gone away from me for more than about a half a day. Maybe that's what love is." "I've never said I loved anyone because I didn't know that term from home. My parents tolerated me, there didn't seem to be affection for me." Taking a naked Randy into his arms, Ethan held his sweet ass- cheeks and kissed him. "I'm pretty sure I love you and pretty sure I'll be the last one to know it for sure. If you say you love me too, I'm the happiest guy in Oregon." "Sharing this cock with Liam comes a far distant second to how I feel about you. I have to say I thought it was exciting to watch his cock in your ass for a minute, but I soon felt uncomfortable with it like he was doing a 'droit de seigneur' thing or something on my guy." "I fucked him good to cover those feelings and to get my rocks off, imagining the whole time that Liam's cock was my cock making you feel good. I'm relieved to hear you say you want me to yourself. If we get rich and travel overseas or if we just go to a Portland hotel and get horny for something different, we'll talk about it and decide together. I'm on board for that, sweetheart. Are you too sore down there for me to make up for that?" "I'll do what a guy's gotta do, lover. Fuck me rough and push his cum out of there." "Private Ryan Emory?" "On duty, sir. "Kneel soldier." "Yes, sir!" Private Ryan Emory didn't get fucked. He was, however, loved tenderly, long and hard. Teresa had all of the rough drawings done a week later. The house blueprint was 90% complete. A gorgeous, two story country home 6 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms with surrounding veranda, a large Olympic pool with retractable glass top, large triple-paned windows, solar equipment on the roof, two windmills and electrical equipment to tie into the house grid through a Tesla house battery and a rose garden were main features along with a glassed-in heated walk to staff quarters. Two weeks later, the first phases of ground leveling and preparation had begun. Teresa had obtained the soil testing, permits, licenses and was bound and determined to get this done. The basement was dug, utility exits and entrances set, and rebar and forms set. The foundations were poured and soon her all-women crew were hard at work raising the first floor walls the supports for the second story, and a mason was busy building the giant fireplace in the living room with giant chimneys and dampers set in place. High-grade insulation was blown in after wiring and plumbing tasks. The house was designed for broad-band internet connected to a dish outside. Cellular service had been sparse so Liam had the phone company install a tower on his property and microwave relays eventually got signals to the local ISP. In the middle of all the construction, they were all surprised one day to learn that Liam's ship, the 'Tom Gratz' hadn't sold yet and a bill for storage had come in. The Schuyler attorneys negotiated with the yard for Liam. In return for dropping the Schuyler lawsuit charging the ship broker with negligence, thus tying the yard up with endless attorneys for an endless period of time, the yard dropped their bill but asked that the ship be removed within the month. The marina in Portland was paid in advance and they were asked to recommend an inspector qualified to make suggestions about the condition of the ship and any needed repairs. All of the ship's personnel were still technically in service, having been paid in advance to be available. None of them balked, all of them eagerly signed back on. Captain Merton and his partner and the crew were asked by Liam to sail the ship south, then through the Panama Canal and up to Oregon to dock in a marina on the Willamette River. The main ranch house was finished 6 months later with extra crews working longs hours under Teresa's watchful eye. The gourmet kitchen, built with space and equipment that boggled Ethan and Ryan's sensibilities, had tons of storage space and a giant pantry on two levels with large walk-in freezers, refrigerators and spaces for dry goods. A year later the staff quarters were finished. Twenty suite-like rooms included two bedrooms and a full bath per suite. A sitting room in each suite completed the very comfortable building. At that point, on move-in day, large trucks arrived from Salem with furniture and linens and rugs for the hardwood floors, housing supplies, bathroom supplies, cleaning equipment and supplies were brought in. It was decided that meals would be served in a common dining room on the first floor of the staff quarters to utilize its kitchen more efficiently. Ethan and Randy hired a chef and crew for that kitchen and took turns cooking at the ranch house. Ethan remained as executive chef for a year, then alternated every year with Randy in that position, 'inventing' the menus, hiring and firing, arranging for delivery of food and beverages, keeping the books and keeping the meals coming on time with high quality in both kitchens. Both kitchens had powerful automatic dishwashing machines and the standard four tub arrangement for sanitation of larger pots and pans. Advertising for positions at the ranch was mostly word of mouth. They hired gay men of many backgrounds and colors, all needed the work and needed shelter. All were gay, all had to be healthy and a healthy work ethic was required. The staff building began to fill with ranch and orchard workers, cowboys, trainers, truck drivers, combine operators, seeder operators, among others. A beekeeper was hired to work the hives that produced the alfalfa honey. Leaving the ranch to the supervision of Leo and Greg, John, Mason and Liam traveled to Portland one spring day to re-christen the 'Tom Gratz'. Pablo and Miguel came along as 'old' deckhands. Captain Merton and his partner were already aboard, living there and welcomed them on board. The ship left its Portland dock north toward the Columbia river. Once at the Columbia, on the border of Washington and Oregon, the ship followed the Columbia northward before swinging out west to Astoria. They docked in Astoria to see the sights before braving the hazards of the Columbia bar, some tricky navigating requiring the use of a local pilot to obtain access to the Pacific Ocean. After that the course turned northward along the Washington coast to head for Puget Sound. To get there, ships had to go up and around the Olympic Peninsula, heading south-east down the Strait of Juan de Fuca past Port Angeles and Sequim, then south past Whidbey island to finally enter Puget Sound, the body of water fronting Everett in the north, then Seattle, Tacoma and finally Olympia in the south. Anchoring near Seattle, their tender took them to the waterfront where they explored the Space Needle and to St. James cathedral where a French organist was practicing for a recital using both of the two magnificent pipe organs inside. They ate alder-grilled Chinook salmon at Ivar's Salmon House on Northlake Boulevard at the north end of Lake Union. The men slept on board that night, planning on seeing Victoria, British Columbia the next day. It wasn't meant to be. A telephone call from the ranch came in to Liam's cell about 9 a.m. "We're under some kind of siege"...and the line went dead. A quick email to Teresa's computer with its satellite connection to the internet was made and she immediately replied. "Posse on the way. Teresa." She grimly smiled to herself and muttered that while she was alive, nobody messed with her neighbors. She went to her computer quickly and accessed a web site she hadn't visited in a very long time. She had set it up years ago, a network of help for events like this. She typed in the address of Shady Acres and clicked on the send button.