dude…later tonight?”

“You’re on! Hey, watch it…don’t let your steak burn…!”

Zeb made sure that Randy was on one side and JJ on the other as all eight men gathered around the big square kitchen table. The thought of wrestling JJ – a black man…a HOT black man…brought back the sweet memory of his first naked match with Rosie, and how turned on he got…and his unforgettable eruption! He and JJ played eye-tag as they ate – giving him a sense of devious pleasure and anticipation, especially given the fact that he had just “hooked up” with Ron.

Attention turned to Pierre. Rod started to quiz him… “So, Pierre…did Roscoe get all the measurements he needed?”

“Oui…much measurement…bot, tape had not right numbers!”

“Not right numbers…you mean, it was too long or too short?”

“Oui…Meestar Roscoe did much measures all over my body ok, bot when he measure deek the number gets wrong…!”

“Can’t be…”

“Oh, he say wrong number…he play my nots and give me strokes and measure quick…say ‘four’…then say ‘not right…is five’…so he give me some good sock to make number five…but it still four…so he say measure is wrong. He get one more measure…that one wrong too…so he do more sock to make five…then he say we keep working. I say I like working to make five…and he sock more…bot…”

“Bot what?”

“Number is now only two – he sock so much…I could not help – bot com so nice…he say ok – we work on measure later…”

“Roscoe?”

“What can I say…sure feels like a five incher to me…and he bought the tape measure bit…like he said, we’re just going to keep workin’ on it until it’s a five!”

“You are such a conniving, manipulating, devious, horny bastard…!”

“Yeah…!”

Pete couldn’t keep quiet. “Pierre, when did you fall off the turnip wagon?”

“Wot is turnip wagon?”

“Sheesh! It’s an American phrase that means ‘are you French?’”

“Oh…Oui…I am French!”

“OK guys…just keep eatin’ while I talk. The reason I needed you all here tonight is this…I had an idea a few days ago that involves you all…that is, if you want to be involved! You know we’ve got this place – my place, but Ron and Pete have put a lot of money into it too. We only use it a couple times a month for ‘outsiders’ – like friends – or friends of friends, and acquaintances…and they don’t pay anything…which is just fine! But…what if we turn this place into a year ’round men’s retreat…mostly weekends…with reasonable rates, to cover costs and maybe turn a small profit. All around us we’ve got all kinds of recreation stuff – to say nothing about the stuff we already have here…AND seclusion.”

Zeb asked…“So where do we come in?”

“Like this…Ron, Pete and I put up the money for the necessary renovations and expansion…Ron and Pete take care of all the legal shit…Pierre is a chef – or will be soon…could do a breakfast bar and maybe a Saturday night cookout.