My Summer Job, Chapter Twelve
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Speeding down the mountain road, making my own warm wind, smelling the dry grass and green pines, squinting at the shimmering heat, listening to the radio. In that moment, life was good. How does it feel? How does it feel? To be on your own. With no direction home. A complete unknown. It felt fine, closer to fine than I had ever felt.
Even a quick trip to the plant nursery can take on a larger significance if the time is ripe. This solo excursion was my first real opportunity to venture away from the cocoon of Idlewild, my new and temporary and very different world, and I wondered if the real world would feel different, if it would be different, now that I was different. Connections were knitting together in my body and my brain, and I didn't know how they would affect the connections I would have with people out there, off the reservation, so to speak. Idlewild, after all, was not the real world. It had its own peculiar freedom, the limits of which I was still learning. I definitely did not know what the limits of freedom were everywhere else.
I turned up the radio.
You never turned around to see the frowns. On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you. Never understand that it ain't no good. You shouldn't let other people get their kicks for you.
I was just beginning to learn that I had freedom to say here, and not there. Now, and not later. You, and not him. But not necessarily freedom to say here and there. Now and later. You and him. That is a harder thing to learn and know.
I pulled the truck up to the plant nursery, parked, and went into the low building.
"Can I help you?" asked the gray-haired woman behind the counter.
"Yes, someone from Idlewild Lodge should have phoned in an order for mulch, some topsoil, and fertilizer. I'm supposed to pick it up," I replied.
"Oh, yes, the whole order is stacked out in our storage building. This is just the retail store. Go back out the driveway, turn left, make an immediate left onto the dirt road, and go about three hundred yards. You'll see it on the right. Gus should be out there, and he can help you."
I thanked the woman, got back in the truck, and made tracks down the narrow and rutted dirt road. It was hot as hell, and the air was thick and still back in the woods. The only sound was a locust's shimmering song. I parked next to the ramshackle building tucked away among the pines and got out of the truck.
"Hello," I called, poking my head inside the building's main door. "Anybody around?"
"I'm coming, I'm coming, hold your horses." I could hear, but could not see, someone moving around in a back room. A youngish guy, maybe in his late twenties, appeared after a couple of minutes. "Yeah? Whadya need?"
"I'm supposed to pick up an order for Idlewild Lodge. Are you Gus? The woman up at the place on the road said that you'd help me."
"Yeah, I'm Gus. I pulled the order this morning, and it's stacked around back. Thanks a lot for waiting `til the hottest part of the afternoon. You've got more than a hundred fifty pound bags of shit back there."
"I'm sorry, man. I guess I should have gotten out here earlier. I can load it myself if you just show me where it is."
"Aw, hell, I'm just giving you a hard time, bud. Lifting those bags is a good workout."
I really couldn't argue with that statement, especially since Gus's body was pretty good evidence in the affirmative. His torso filled out his white T-shirt quite nicely, and his meaty butt and sturdy legs looked like they were solid as a rock.
I moved the truck around back, and we quickly got to work. I realized after moving only a few bags that this was going to be hot and sweaty work; it must have been at least ninety-five degrees in the shade. We were about a quarter of the way done with the job when Gus paused, took off his baseball cap, and ran his hand through his damp, closely cropped black hair.
"Shit, I've gotta lose this T-shirt." He pulled his sweaty T-shirt over his head and tucked it in the soaked waistband of his shorts, revealing more of his body. Taking my cue from him, I followed suit. As we worked, I kept glancing over at him. He was a very handsome and sexy man, in a slightly rough sort of way. I found myself wanting to run my hand across his tanned skin, covered with a thin film of sweat, to wander through the spray of dark fur that started below his navel and spread downward, across his belly, into his shorts, to tug at the sparse tufts of hair around each nipple. More than once Gus caught me checking him out. Eventually he broke into a smile, lighting up his face, which was shadowed by four or five days' worth of dark stubble.
"So, you like it up at Idlewild?" he asked.
"Yeah, as far as summer jobs go, it's not bad."
"I've heard it's a helluva lot better than not bad," Gus responded.
"Well, it's more money than I've ever made before, and the guys who work there are pretty cool."
"Nothing wrong with having some good buds to hang out with," he replied.
It didn't take us too long to neatly stack the bags of gardening supplies in the back of the truck. By the time we finished we were both sweaty as pigs, and Gus walked over to a hose that lay coiled a few feet away. He turned on the water and drank deeply from the clear stream that arced onto the dusty ground.
"Shit, that tastes good," he said. "You wanna drink?"
I nodded and walked over to him. Gus held the hose while I took my turn drinking. When I was done, he pulled off his baseball cap and let the water cascade down on top of his head.
"Oh, yeah, that feels good."
Water poured down his body, rinsing the dust and sweat that had coated his muscles. Rivulets trickled off his chin, down his chest, through the fur on his belly. By the time he was done, his khaki shorts were totally soaked. The wet fabric clung to what was clearly a semi-hard penis, outlining and revealing it.
"You want some of this?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'll take the water," I said, reaching out my hand for the hose. The cool water felt great, but it didn't do anything to extinguish the lust that was building up inside of me. I handed the hose back to Gus when I was done, and went for broke. "But I think I also want some of this," I said as I reached out to trace the outline of his growing erection.
"Is that right? Why don't you tell me exactly what you want, and I'll tell you if we've got some in stock."
"I'm looking for a hard cock, first of all, the kind that isn't going to go down until it gets off. Then maybe a pair of big, fat, low-hanging balls. If they're full of hot cum, that's even better." By this point, my own cock was hard as a rock and conspicuously tenting my wet shorts. I stroked and teased Gus's erect organ, still encased in his shorts, and my brain started going into overdrive as I gave myself over to my excitement. I couldn't contain a deep groan when he reached over and started to twist and tug at my hard nipples with his calloused fingers. "Yeah, if those balls are real low-hangers, I'm gonna suck them, try to heat up that load of sperm so that it's just boiling when it shoots out. One way or another, you're gonna shoot the hottest fucking load you've ever shot."
Gus was clearly getting into this scene. I could feel the dampness of his shorts being slowly supplemented by a growing spot of slippery precum that spread out from the tip of his hard cock. As I continued to play with his equipment through the fabric, he started grinding up against my hand, demonstrating just how keen he was to get off. His hands migrated down my body, and he paused at the waistband of my shorts before inserting just a couple of fingers. I could feel them raking through my matted pubic hair, and then they encountered the base of my hard cock. My erection was angled down in my shorts, so all Gus's hand could easily reach was the root. Even that contact felt awesome, though, and I had to will myself to tone down my level of excitement, or I was going to cum right then and there.
I was ready, more than ready, to see Gus's equipment up close, and he did not object when I started to pull down his shorts. His cock was so hard that, when it was finally free, it bounced up and hit his belly with a sharp smack. I helped Gus step out of his shorts, guiding his boots through the leg holes, and he put one foot up on a box that was next to us, opening himself up and giving me full access to the equipment that hung there.
Gus's cock was unlike any other I had seen. It wasn't the longest, by a long shot, in fact it was probably an inch or two shorter than mine. It was plenty thick, though not the fattest I had seen, either. What distinguished it from any other that I had seen up to that point was the thick, moist, extremely long foreskin. I had seen, and played with, uncut dicks, especially Sam's, but this guy had a monster foreskin, with plenty to spare. Even at full erection, the fleshy hood protruded close to an inch over the tip of his head. I guess I just stared for a minute, trying to take in this cock's primitive sexuality, before I began to nuzzle around, inhaling its rich and sweaty scent. Just the smell was enough to make my mouth water. I began to very lightly, almost teasingly, lick just the slippery, puckered end, occasionally probing just the tip of my tongue into the circle of skin, making just a hint of contact with the protected cockhead within. The taste was overwhelming, truly dizzying. I reached up and put my hands on Gus's stomach, trying to regain my balance, and I could feel his diaphragm expand and contract with his own labored breathing.
Moving down, I stroked the bottom of Gus's low-hanging balls with my tongue. He had some ofthe biggest, lowest-hanging balls I've ever seen, and they were fucking delicious. All I could think of while I was sucking on them, drawing one after another into my mouth, was that they held the biggest load of sperm I'd ever seen. Even a single one of these giant testicles probably held more cum than the average man could shoot. I think that Gus could sense just how turned on I was getting.
"Yeah, you fucking college boys always like my big nuts. You wanna see me shoot a big load, don't you? Well you're gonna get a big fucking load. You're gonna see more cum than any fucking pretty college boy's ever gonna give you."
Gus reached down and pulled me up, pressing his mouth hard against mine, rubbing his heavily stubbled face against mine. He roughly pulled my shorts down and ground his dick against mine, rubbing flesh against flesh, hot and slippery. Gus's foreskin rolled up and down his shaft and over his head, pushed and pulled by the pressure of my cock pressed up against his, and I could feel his giant balls bouncing against my thighs, swinging heavily with the weight of their contents. Ready to be totally naked with this powerful man, I stepped out of my shorts, anxious to see what would happen next.
"You've got a nice dick," Gus growled, looking down at my groin. "I bet that fucker wishes it had never been cut." He dropped to his knees and started licking and sucking at my cock while he played with his own fleshy organ. "Yeah, this fucker likes to get down and dirty with a real man's cock, doesn't it?"
I really couldn't deny that. As Gus slurped on my erection, I kept looking down at his own penis, fascinated by its raw, almost primitive, appearance. All I knew was that, somehow, I wanted to have his thick foreskin, I wanted it to be mine.
After he was done chowing down, Gus stood up and brought our cocks together, tip to tip, cockhead to cockhead. I watched, fascinated, as he spit in his hand, gripped his own erection at the base, and stroked towards me, pushing his foreskin up his shaft.
"Oh, fuck, yeah," I groaned in anticipation of what was about to happen. When Gus's hand got to the end of his cock he kept right on going, pulling his thick cowl of skin over my head. The contact between my sensitive bulb and the moist, fleshy hood made me shiver, despite the heat of the day, and I felt a little weak-kneed as I looked down at the union of our cocks. Our two bodies appeared to be joined together by an enormous column of flesh. My entire glans was hidden by Gus's foreskin, which clung stickily to the taut flesh. Every single spot on my head was making contact with hot flesh.
Together, we started a rhythmic stroking, alternating one after the other, milking the entire length of our combined cocks. As we pulled the combined length of our shafts, our respective cockheads, hidden inside a fleshy prison, rubbed against each other, lubricated by a steady stream of slippery, clear fluid. Sweat was pouring off of both of us, I guess from the combination of heat and the intense sexual excitement. I was feeling things that I had never felt before, but which still seemed so familiar and right, this new kind of contact between me and another guy's flesh. The slippery tightness of Gus's foreskin made my bulb pulse with excitement, and it seemed in that moment that it was bigger and harder than it had ever been before. I wondered whether Gus's hood could even hold all of this flesh in.
"Shit, you've got a nice cock. It's gonna be nice to see this fucker cum," Gus said.
As we continued to stroke our joined cocks, I leaned over and rubbed my mouth against his stubbled face, greedily tasting the rough and salty skin. With my free hand I reached down and cupped his enormous balls, feeling their weight and size. I quickly realized that his brain was telling his body to pull this heavy sac up tight, as it prepared to shoot all that it held.
"Ohh, fuuuck," Gus groaned as the speed of our stroking increased. "I'm gonna fucking shoot."
He gave our cocks one final squeeze and then gripped us together, sealing my cockhead inside his foreskin, twisting the slippery flesh back and forth over my hard bulb. This intense stimulation was having a huge effect on me, driving me closer and closer to where I wanted to be. In a matter of seconds, Gus went over the edge, flooding the inside of his skin with steaming spunk. The intense heat and almost obscene volume of slick fluids, combined with the contact of this horny man's hand around my cock, created a perfect storm of stimulation, and I just let loose.
"Oh god, I'm cumming," I said hoarsely, wondering if I was injecting my sperm directly into the slit of his dick, at least partly refilling his enormous balls.
"Shit, man," Gus said, looking down at the union of our cocks. "Those are some fucking unbelievable loads."
He was right. Thick, ropy strands were dripping out of his foreskin, which still partly covered my erection. He pulled back and a giant gob of sperm leaked out, dropping onto the dusty ground.
"I hope you come out to pick up the loads for Idlewild from now on, bud. I'll be happy to give you a little something extra, anytime."
I was in a great mood driving back to Idlewild. I had reached out for what I had wanted, and I had gotten even more than I expected. Maybe the real world wouldn't be so bad, after all. Walking into the suite I shared with the other guys, the phone was ringing, and I grabbed it.
"Hey, Mike here."
"Mike, this is Rich. I've got another assignment for you, if you're interested."
I froze.
"Hello? Mike?"
"Uh, yeah. What is it?"
"Just entertaining one guy. Nothing too special. Your video made a big impression on him."
"When and where?"
"Tomorrow night, 8:00, in room 17."
My mind raced. Room 17 was adjacent to the broom closet with a hidden door. Room 17 had a mirror that was a window. Room 17 was part of the puzzle.
"OK, I'll do it."
What on earth was I getting myself in to?