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Pushing the lawn mower back and forth across the ragged lawn, I created order out of chaos. Neat parallel lines replaced the unkempt, undifferentiated blanket of unruly blades of grass. On that day, I was grateful that my work schedule permitted me to do hard physical work outside, in the sunshine and fresh air. As I mowed and trimmed, raked and bagged, I tried to empty my mind of all the disorderly thoughts that kept threatening to break the surface. Looking back on that summer, with the benefit of a few more years under my belt, I can recognize that too much was happening to me, too fast, and I was struggling a bit to keep up. Even then, I probably knew that I was compressing too much experience into too little time, but I didn't seem to know where the brake was. All my foot could find was the gas.
I took a quick shower after I finished my assigned yard work and then headed up to the lodge to check out the schedule for the upcoming week. It was late Sunday afternoon, so most of the club members had already left to return to their families and "master of the universe" jobs. The entry hall of the main lodge was deserted, except for my suitemate Tim, who happened to be the clerk on duty at the main desk.
"Mike, hey, I'm glad you showed up. Could you do me a favor?" he asked.
"That depends. What do you need?"
"Well, we just got a phone call from a member's wife. She says she needs to talk to her husband as soon as possible, and he isn't answering his cell. It would be great if you could help track him down. I think that he went out riding with Eric Cantwell, but nobody is picking up the phone in the stable."
"You want me to go ride after them?"
"Nah, just leave a note in the stable."
"Well, I guess I've got nothing better to do. What's the name of the member?"
"Douglas Drake. He's pretty easy to spot, since he's one of the younger members. Early forties, dark hair, great shape." Tim winked at me. "He's actually pretty hot, and he's not a complete asshole, either, unlike some of the other guys."
"Yeah, I've noticed recently that assholes aren't exactly a rare breed around here." I gave Tim a mock salute. "OK, I'm off on my mission. See you later tonight."
The club's stable was well hidden behind a thick stand of trees, on the edge of a large meadow. It was a beautiful, quiet setting, almost like an idealized image of where a horse barn should be. Nothing in or around the large wooden building, not a piece of equipment or even a single blade of grass, seemed to be out of place. Eric Cantwell, the club's groom, clearly ran a very tight ship. Walking in to the stable, I breathed deeply, savoring the rich smell of the horses, the leather, and the hay. I initially thought that no one was around, except for the horses. I was about to leave a note in the groom's small office, when I suddenly heard a noise coming from the hayloft at the far end of the stable.
Quietly I padded down to where some hay bales were stacked in a pile. Climbing up, I was just able to peer over the edge of the loft floor. The loft was apparently being used to store riding equipment in addition to hay. Leather bridles and reins hung neatly from the wall, and a pair of saddles rested on sturdy wooden stands. None of that surprised me. What did surprise me, however, was the sight of Eric Cantwell and another man, who fit the description of Douglas Drake, locked in a very heated embrace. As I watched, the two men, standing there shirtless, hungrily kissed and groped each other's sweaty, muscular torsos. Eric was very tall, probably 6' 3", and a good four or five inches taller than Mr. Drake. The big, strapping groom had thick, sandy hair that covered his bulging forearms, and his powerful, almost hairless chest sported fat, meaty nipples that his companion was twisting and pulling. Even though the presumed Mr. Drake was maybe five years older than Eric (and probably twenty years older than me), he had the muscular, mature body of a man who had worked to maintain his earlier athletic prowess. The tanned muscles that covered his torso rippled under the light coating of dark fur. Both men exuded a powerful, very masculine sexuality.
I was getting more and more excited as I watched the action in front of me, two oversexed men who knew what they wanted from each other and were intent on getting it, down and dirty in the summer heat. I felt a little dizzy, and my mouth was as dry as cotton, when I saw Mr. Drake begin to unbutton the fly of Eric's pants. One by one, agonizingly slowly, he popped the buttons free. Mission accomplished, he reached inside and carefully extracted his prize. The groom's thick, uncut dick bobbed free, pulsating with life. The bulbous head poked out of the thick cowl of skin that normally hid it, and even from my distance I could see the clear drip of precum that oozed out of the wide slit. Eric responded by deftly unzipping his companion's pants, freeing its prisoner. The older man's cock was probably close to two inches longer, but it clearly wasn't as thick as the groom's heavy tool. In my fevered brain, I imagined that I could smell the rich scent that their glistening cocks were almost surely giving off, and my mouth began to water at the thought of tasting them.
I watched spellbound as these two men began to explore each other. Their hands roamed across taut skin, their mouths locked together, their cocks jousted in some sort of obscene fencing match, lubricated by their leaking precum. My own hand slipped down to my crotch and began to massage my growing erection. I was so distracted by all of this stimulation, theirs and mine, that I didn't even notice how the dust in the stable was pushing me closer and closer to an inevitable sneeze. In fact, I didn't realize that my cover was about to be blown until it was almost too late. In vain I tried to suppress the inevitable explosion, but I failed in spectacular fashion, letting out a sneeze that would have woken the dead.
My presence announced, both men momentarily froze, and then they slowly turned my way. I sheepishly smiled.
"Hey, sorry to bother you guys. I was just looking for Mr. Drake."
The older guy snorted. "Well, you've found him. What the hell do you think you're doing, sneaking up on us?"
I thought quickly and swallowed hard. "I'm kind of just enjoying the view, right now."
The two older men looked at each other and started to smile. Mr. Drake shrugged his shoulders and Eric shook his head in mock disgust. "Well, get your butt up here then. I guess this isn't going to be a private party."
As I quickly scrambled up the nearby ladder, the two of them skinned off their pants. My heart was beating a mile a minute as they sandwiched me between their naked bodies and began to strip my clothes off. Each patch of my naked skin that was exposed came into contact with theirs, generating a crackling sexual electricity. I was in heaven. If I could have had one wish, it would have been to somehow fuse with Eric behind me and Mr. Drake in front of me, anything to keep the feeling of this contact going. I was enveloped in their heat, their scent, their sweat, and their physical power. As I lost myself in the moment, I swore that I could feel surges of pure testosterone coursing from my balls out through my entire body.
It's a bit of a blur how it happened, but I quickly found myself sitting up on one of the saddles that were stored up in the loft, Eric on one side and Mr. Drake on the other. They began to systematically explore my body with their lips, from my sweaty armpits to my hard nipples, across my strong thighs and finally over my balls and up my rock-hard cock. It was an amazing sight to see these two very handsome and sexy older men locking their lips together, around and up and over my cock. Tongues and lips were covering every square inch of my quivering flesh, and I just leaned back to enjoy the experience, savoring the feeling of the smooth leather under my butt and between my legs. I was momentarily disappointed when Eric pulled off for a minute, and I watched as he went to retrieve a short leather strap that hung on a nearby wall. Coming back, he cinched the strap around my cock and balls, improvising a cock ring. I hadn't thought that I could get any harder, but the snug cord caused even more blood to pool in my cock, turning it a deep purple and making it even more sensitive.
"Come on, Eric, let's roll him in the hay," the older man said.
"Oh fuck yeah," the groom replied. "We're gonna show this boy how grown men do it, aren't we?"
The two of them easily lifted me off the saddle and deposited me on a horse blanket on a big pile of hay. We literally rolled around in the hay for a few minutes, rubbing our bodies together and tasting and touching each other. I was so fevered, so drunk on lust, that at times I couldn't tell who I was touching, what I was tasting, or where I would go next. I was brought back into focus, however, when, while I was spread out on all fours, Mr. Drake began to eat my ass and Eric bobbed his thick organ in front of my lips.
"Oh fuck," I groaned, as my mouth reached out to take Eric's already slick cock into my mouth. He eased his way in, and I closed my wet lips around his girth while I used my tongue to stroke the underside of his shaft. Behind me, the light flickering of the older man's tongue, alternating with the pressure of his sucking lips, was almost more than my sensitive flesh could take, and I instinctively struggled to pull away, only to have Mr. Drake grasp my butt cheeks with his strong hands and hold me in place. Somehow, he seemed to know exactly how much I could take, and he was going to give me exactly that much. Trying to maintain equilibrium, I willed myself to shift my focus to Eric. Still sucking, I rolled my eyes up to look at this man who truly towered over me. I found myself wanting to taste his entire body, every glistening muscle, the same way I tasted his fat penis. I reached up and grasped his egg-shaped balls, nestled in a cloud of sandy hair, and I began to stroke and grasp, lightly tugging at them. This seemed to really turn him on, and he grabbed the side of my head and began to really pump into my mouth. As he stroked in and out, I used my lips to slide his foreskin up and down his hard shaft.
At about the same time, I could feel Mr. Drake park his cock at my back door, and I shivered with anticipation. He reached between my legs to squeeze out my precum, which he mixed with his own slippery fluid and plenty of spit. I could feel him smearing this natural lubricant over my ass and his cock, and I greedily pushed up against him, signaling that I was ready and willing for the invasion that I could sense on the horizon. He teased me for a few minutes, but when he finally pushed through it was worth the wait. The feeling when he penetrated me was just awesome. The intense rimming that this older man had given me had left my ass literally quivering like jello, and I experienced a shudder of relief when I finally had his hard cock to grip on to.
"Jesus H. Christ," Mr. Drake gasped. "Son, you are tight as fuck. I swear, I won't forget this anytime soon."
I just groaned in response, and tried to push back further, reveling in the feeling of his scratchy pubic hair as it came to rest against my ass.
"Well don't stretch him all the way out," Eric laughed. "I might want a piece of that, if our young friend is willing." He eased out of my mouth and leaned down to gently kiss me. "You think you can handle both of us?"
"I know I can," I gasped. "I want you both, both of your cocks."
As Douglas Drake fucked me, he hooked his arms under my armpits and pulled my torso up, giving Eric access to my cock. The groom very gently, very carefully, started to stroke and suck. He clearly wanted to keep me just on this side of an orgasm, so that I would still be turned on for him when it was his turn. We weren't working at cross-purposes, either, because I wanted the same thing. If anything, in my state, I wanted this encounter to last forever. Mr. Drake, however, did not, and before long he grabbed my hips and drove deep inside of me, bottoming out as he injected his hot semen into my guts.
Eric was ready to get down to business as soon as the older man had pulled out. The groom placed me on my back, braced my legs back with his powerful forearms, and positioned his thick organ so that it floated between us, aiming for my very hungry ass. He was very deliberate as he prepared to mount me, almost like he was getting ready to ride an unknown and potentially wild horse. I felt totally open, totally naked, totally exposed underneath him, but I was entirely comfortable with that. The sheer physical power of his presence was not at all intimidating; it was unbelievably exciting. This excitement only grew as he pushed inside, stretching my ass as drove in deeper and deeper.
"Oh fuck," I groaned. "Just ride my ass."
"Is that what you want?" Eric asked as he looked me straight in the eye. "You want my big cock up your ass?"
"Oh, yeah," I said as I completely gave myself over to him. The only stimulation my cock was getting was when it bounced against the sexy groom's body, but I still felt like I could shoot at virtually any time. The intense sensations of heat and friction and fullness were a witches' brew of stimulation that I couldn't control, but which Eric could. Somehow, he seemed to be able to read my body better than I could, and we ground against each other for what seemed like an eternity. Slowly, deliberately, inexorably, though, he began to ratchet up the intensity of our fucking. I became aware of a warm glow, a hint of a spasm that started slowly but began to build.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," I muttered.
"You're going to cum soon, aren't you?" Eric asked, stating it more as a fact than as a question.
Wordlessly I nodded, and he reached down to release the leather strap. Just the suggestion of an orgasm was tripping switches in my brain, a trickle at first but pretty soon an unstoppable cascade. I felt like my body was going to split apart from the powerful contractions that rippled through me as my cum shot everywhere. Right in the middle of my orgasm, Eric groaned deeply, drove inside of me, and pressed his mouth hard against mine, exhaling his breath into my lungs. For a very brief instant, I felt like we were one, fused together by our male desire.
None of us said anything for a few minutes. Eric slowly rocked his still-hard cock back and forth in my ass, now quite loose and flooded with slippery fluids from the two older men. Eventually he pulled out, and the three of us lay back on the hay, relaxing. I was in the middle, feeling totally comfortable between these two men, and my hands kept reaching down to grasp the two cocks that had just given me so much pleasure. Drake suddenly turned to me, though, with a quizzical expression on his face.
"So why were you looking for me?" he asked.
I had completely forgotten about the message that I was supposed to give him. "Your wife called and said that she needs to talk to you as soon as possible." The three of us looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"Just tell her that you were in the middle of something," Eric said, pretending to be helpful. "A very important meeting, maybe. Or tell her you were training a new pony." He swatted my behind as he made the last comment.
"I'm sure it was nothing," Drake said as he sighed. "She probably is going to New York for the week and needs me to fire some servant." He got up and started to dress. "But I suppose I'd better get back to the lodge and call." He turned to me. "So, you know my name, what's yours?"
"My name is Mike, Mr. Drake."
"Nice to meet you Mike. And you should call me Doug," he said, winking at me. "I think we know each other well enough for that now, don't you?"
Doug took his leave and disappeared down the ladder, leaving Eric and me alone. We relaxed awhile longer before he asked if I wanted to take a quick shower before getting dressed. We both squeezed into the shower in the groom's private washroom and took turns lathering each other up and rinsing each other off. We were both more than a little aroused during our shower, but it was too soon to get off again. When we finished, I looked out the window as I toweled off.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing to a small building that was just barely visible through the trees on the other side of the meadow.
Eric's face darkened. "That's nowhere you need to go."
"Why? What's it used for?"
"It's a private residence for one of the members. If anyone ever invites you to go there, just say no thanks."
"Jeez, are you trying to scare me?"
"Yes, I'm serious," Eric said abruptly. He tousled my hair. "Look, if you're ever tempted to go up there, come see me instead. I guarantee you I can show you a better time."
I didn't doubt that, but I was still curious. What danger could lurk in such an idyllic place?