My Summer Job, Chapter Nineteen
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From high above, illuminated only by a silvery waning moon and the cold light of distant stars, the mountains are a rippled, rumpled dark velvet blanket flung across the world. All that is truly visible in the black night is a pinpoint of light, tracing back and forth curlicues as it meanders up and over and down and left and right. Everything else is no more than a suggestion of shape and form. Does this firefly have a plan, a purpose, a destination, or does it travel randomly, choosing whatever direction the wind blows? Only the light of day would reveal the ribbon of road that the headlights sweep, enabling the driver to navigate the way to his destination. But the driver will be far from here by the time daylight makes the road clear, and he will leave no shadow.
Driving, driving, I was driving to Sam, to find him, to see him, to talk to him, to convince him to come with me. I had some answers; together, we would uncover what remained. But even though I was thinking about what was to come, I could not put out of my mind what had already been. Rewind. He's on his knees in front of me, worshipping me, and what I have. Rewind. What is waiting for me in that room? Rewind. I'm holding the envelope in my hands, afraid to open it. Rewind. My heart is pounding as I nod, knowing that this might be my best chance to find something that could help Sam. Rewind.
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"This way," I said, ushering Cruz and Roberto down the corridor leading to the lodge's card room, where Rich had told me to bring my charges. Entering the cozy, wood-paneled space, I saw that Rich was sitting by the fireplace with a distinguished looking man, who was probably in his mid forties. He, too, had the dark, Latin features that made Cruz and Roberto so sexy, each in their own way.
"Mike, good, I see that you've been taking care of our visitors," Rich said. "I'm sure that they appreciate your efforts, as does Don Diego." Rich nodded in the direction of his companion.
"Not a problem," I replied, watching as first Cruz and then Roberto approached Don Diego, kissing him on each cheek. When Roberto leaned down, the older man said something very quickly in Spanish and placed his hand on the side of Roberto's face. Roberto nodded earnestly as he replied, and he nodded in my direction. Don Diego smiled and ran his hand down the younger man's chest, across his stomach, and to his crotch. Very carefully, very deliberately, Don Diego pulled down the zipper of Roberto's pants and slipped his hand inside. When we had dressed, I had noticed that Roberto had not put on any underwear, so I knew that Don Diego's hand was now making contact with bare, naked, freshly shaved skin. Roberto's eyes fluttered slightly and his lips parted as his private parts were thoroughly explored. Despite the sexual release that he had experienced just thirty minutes before, he was clearly becoming erect under the probing fingers of his patron.
"Very nice," Don Diego said in accented English, looking in my direction. "Very nice. Would you like to feel?" he asked Rich.
"I suppose that I should check my employee's work," Rich said as he reached out his hand. Watching Rich's hand and wrist disappear into the fly of Roberto's trousers, I wondered how the wiry hairs that curled across Rich's muscular forearm would feel against the bare skin.
"I think that Mike did an excellent job," Rich said, licking his lips. "This makes me think that cigars are in order. Mike, I have one more thing to ask before I let you go for the evening so that you can enjoy your reward. Sitting on my desk in my office is a box of special cigars. Could you go get them for me?"
I almost couldn't believe my ears. Rich was giving me the opportunity to go into his office, alone. My heart was pounding as I nodded, knowing that this might be my best chance to find something that could help Sam. Rich fished in his pocket and held out a key.
"This will get you in. Just bring the whole box."
I had to will my hand not to shake as I reached out and took the key. "I'll be right back," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
I almost ran to Rich's office, anxious to maximize the amount of time that I would have inside. Standing in front of the heavy wooden door, I furtively glanced around as I inserted the key into the lock. No one was there to see or hear as the heavy cylinder turned with a satisfying click. I quickly slipped inside and flipped on the light switch. First things first. The cigars were sitting right on his desk, and I grabbed them and put them on a small table by the door. My eyes scanned the room. There, in the corner, stood the big steel safe that Sam had mentioned. Heart pounding, lungs burning, perspiring, hands trembling, I approached and reached out to touch the cool metal, almost not believing, though it was true, that the thick steel door was partially ajar.
I grasped the brass handle and pulled. Inside were maybe a dozen small metal lockboxes and two manila envelopes. Working quickly, I opened the fatter of the two, which was bulging full of glossy photographs of Sam, and Sam and Rich together, in every state of undress and every position that could be tried. No time to think about that. The other envelope contained the birth certificate of Richard Gray, issued by the county of Mendocino, as well as old photographs and papers. I pulled one letter out, still in its envelope. It was addressed to Richard Gray, from B. Gray. The return address was in Fort Bragg. B. Gray. I looked back at the birth certificate. Mother: Beverly Gray. Time was running out, no more time to look. I hastily copied down the Fort Bragg address on a slip of paper, put everything back the way it had been, grabbed the cigars, and ran.
I made a conscious effort to compose myself before I reentered the card room.
"Your cigars," I said as I handed them to Rich with an almost casual flourish. He, Don Diego, and Cruz were sitting in the big leather chairs. Roberto was at the bar pouring amber liquid into heavy crystal glasses.
"That was quick," Rich observed. I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. "Thanks for all of your help this evening. If you're interested, I've arranged a special reward for you."
"What kind of reward?" I asked.
"Well, you'll just have to find out. Go to room 17. It should be there waiting for you."
Room 17. Room 17. I had been there before. Room 17 had a mirror that was a window, and not a window into anyone's soul, except possibly that of the person who had put it there. I felt a vague sense of trepidation, but I knew that I really had no choice but to try to keep Rich's confidence.
"Yes, I suppose I'll have to find out. Do you need anything else before I go?"
"No, that should be all. Enjoy the rest of your evening." Rich leered at me. "I think you probably will."
I walked slowly down the plush-carpeted hallway. At that moment, I didn't know whether I had made a mistake by choosing not to take the sheaf of blackmail photos that I had seen in the safe. It seemed unlikely that these were the only copies; even if they were, I couldn't imagine that Rich wouldn't have more compromising material somewhere. What were the odds, for example, that there was no video footage of Sam and Rich together? Pretty slim, I decided. For the time being, it seemed more sensible to try to maintain Rich's confidence. Taking things from his safe would obviously have revealed me to be someone who could not be trusted. And if Sam were right, it would probably put me in immediate danger.
I snapped out of my reverie when I reached Room 17. I hesitated at first, but finally I reached down and turned the knob. Unlocked. Pushing the door open, I entered.
It took my eyes a couple of seconds to adjust to the low light; only a few dim bulbs were lit, casting soft shadows on the wall and illuminating a slowly writhing figure on the bed. I closed the door behind me. Peering closely, I saw that it was Robbie, whom I had seen on desk duty earlier in the night.
"Robbie, what are you doing here?" I asked.
"Mike, is that you Mike?" he asked, slurring his words. "I'm here working, what about you?"
"What do you mean, you're here working?"
"Jeez, Mike," Robbie giggled drunkenly. "I think you know what I mean, working."
My mind was a jumble, and I sat down on the bed next to my fellow staff member. Was Robbie my reward? Why him? Was it because Rich had seen me fucking Robbie that night, way back at the beginning of the summer, at the orgy at the boathouse? Was Rich trying to demonstrate something, that everything at Idlewild ultimately came from him? I looked down at the nightstand and saw a glass that still contained a few drops of liquid. Raising the glass to my nose, a strong anise smell penetrated my nostrils.
"Have you been drinking something?" I asked Robbie.
"Oooh, yeah, I had a drink. There was a bottle of something over on the dresser. It's making me feel funny, all warm and fuzzy, and kinda sexy." Robbie rolled over against me and put his hand under my polo shirt, which had come partially untucked. "Mmm, you feel nice. You've got nice fucking muscles. You wanna get naked with me? All of a sudden, I'm just so horny, and I know you've got a really nice cock."
Almost in spite of myself, I was getting aroused.
"So you're horny, are you?"
"Oh yeah," Robbie said breathlessly.
"You need some cock, do you?"
"Mmm, yeah, I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me right now."
"So that's the way it is," I replied. "Well, you're going to have to work for it first, you're going to have to make me want to fuck you. I've already fucked one ass tonight, and you're going to have to show me that you deserve it."
"Jeez, Mike, I'm just so fucking horny. I just gotta get fucked."
"OK then, take off your clothes, and show me what you've got."
Robbie quickly skinned off his T-shirt, shorts, and boxer shorts, revealing his athletic body, developed from playing college soccer. His tanned, muscular legs were covered with downy golden hair, and he had a small patch between his meaty pectoral muscles. I stood by the bed as he stretched out on his stomach in front of me. This position enabled him to gyrate his fat fireplug dick against the nubby bedspread as he looked up at me with pale blue, slightly unfocused eyes.
"I want your cock," he said, a little breathlessly.
"Work for it," I growled as I waited with my arms crossed on my chest.
Very slowly Robbie licked his lips and brought his mouth up against the crotch of my khakis. As though he were on an expedition, he roamed across the cotton fabric until he made contact with my semi-hard cock. That discovery elicited a small groan from him, and he began to blow hot, moist breath through the sturdy fabric.
"Mmm, nice," I said, enjoying the flow of the hot current of air across my lengthening shaft. "That's the way," I said as I ran my fingers through his curly blond hair. The feeling was fantastic as Robbie worked his way from the root all the way to the tip of my shaft. It was as though ghostly fingers were stroking, caressing, sliding over my erection, playing it like a musical instrument. Before long the combination of Robbie's saliva and my own drooling cock created a large wet spot that stained the front of my pants.
"OK, you've got me hard now," I finally said, stating the obvious. "I'm ready for you to take my cock out."
Robbie breathlessly reached up, unbuttoned my khakis, and pulled down the zipper. As his hand disappeared inside, I thought of Rich and Don Diego reaching into Roberto's pants, feeling his bare cock, and I wondered if they had made him pull theirs out and suck them until they came. Was I as in control here as they were there, I wondered.
Robbie was vaguely frustrated as he struggled to release my cock from the confines of my white boxer-briefs, but he finally succeeded in liberating me. He was almost in a trance as he watched my twitching erection bob in front of him. He looked up at me with a tentative expression.
"Can I suck it?" he asked.
"Fuck yeah," I replied.
Barely skipping a beat, Robbie began to nuzzle around the tip, causing the heavy organ to swing from side to side. As he carefully took just the head between his moist lips, I could feel my balls tighten and the bottom fall out of my stomach. I think I groaned involuntarily, and I know that I had to take a deep breath as his lips began to travel down my entire length. Every hair on my body, from the nape of my neck to my ankles, was standing on end.
As Robbie sucked, I reached down and put my hands on his shoulders, trying to steady myself. His body was stretched out in front of me, gyrating lewdly as he ground himself against the bed, trying to create friction to satisfy his deep craving. The contrast between his tan legs and torso and his milky white ass was very stark, and served to reinforce the idea that I would have access to parts of him that most people in the world could only dream of. I sent my hands down his back and brought them to rest on the twin globes of solid muscle that looked like carved marble. Gripping the flesh, I pulled Robbie's crack wide open, enabling me to use my index finger to tease his wrinkled bud that pulsed under my touch. He moaned loudly, whether out of frustration or desire I can't say, creating a vibration that rippled through my cock and deep inside of me.
"You like that, don't you," I grunted as I traced the fringe of hairs that encircled his sphincter. "You want something in that hole, don't you?"
"Mmmm, mmmm," Robbie groaned. Wanting to hear him beg, I abruptly pulled my cock out of his mouth and began to use it as a cudgel, striking his searching mouth with my thick cockhead.
"Tell me what you want."
"I, I want your cock."
"Where do you want it?"
"Everywhere," he said as he tried to grab my swinging erection with his mouth. "I want it everywhere."
"Well, you're gonna get it everywhere. But first I've gotta get some lube." Out of the corner of my eye I spied a bottle in the partially open bedside table drawer. I pulled open the drawer and saw not only the lubricant but also a sizable butt plug. Forming a plan, I deftly flipped Robbie over on his back, squirted some lube on his hole, and began to finger him, poking, prodding, getting him ready for what was to come. When I was satisfied that he was sufficiently loose, I greased up the plug and pushed it in. He flinched just a bit as his stretched sphincter popped over the thickest part, but, once it was firmly seated inside, he just moaned softly as he came to terms with the invasion.
I quickly stripped off the rest of my clothes. Climbing onto the bed, I straddled Robbie's chest. He leaned forward, stretching, trying to once again take my cock into his mouth, and I rewarded him by rubbing my erection against his wet lips. I pulled it away so that I could lean down to kiss him, and I put my lips up against his ear.
"You want my cock everywhere?" I asked.
"Oooh, yeah," he replied.
"Well, you're gonna get it everywhere."
Still straddling Robbie's chest, I began to explore his body with my cock, rubbing it, creating heat and friction. Over his thick, engorged nipples, across his furry forearms, up and down his winding treasure trail, into his wrinkled navel, across his strong, muscular legs, back and forth over the soles of his feet, and then I brought our cocks together, making him moan and beg to be allowed to cum. He had become a stick of dynamite, and I was waving a match around, just beyond the fuse that he was begging to have lit. As I ground my erection against his, making them slip and slide across each other, I began to pull and twist on his nipples, ratcheting up his excitement to just a notch below unbearable.
"Are you gonna cum now, or do you want me to fuck you first?" I asked.
"Please fuck me, please fuck me," he groaned.
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, jeez, yeah, I'm fucking sure."
I reached down into the cauldron, and, in one quick motion, pulled out the butt plug and replaced it with my hard cock. Robbie emitted a high pitched squeal as I drove deep inside, scraping every quivering nerve ending that was craving immediate release. His ass was simultaneously wide open and tight as a drum, and in the moment I intensely appreciated the conundrum. Bracing his legs back with my arms, I had free access to the very core of his body, and I used it to map every square inch of his guts.
I have very seldom seen a guy cum from just the incidental contact between bodies when he is being fucked, but that is what happened with Robbie. Neither he nor I were actually touching his cock when he lost control and sprayed a shower of white cum droplets across his tanned body. The sheer sexiness of my partner's unbridled lust, in combination with the milking action of his anus, brought my own excitement to a head. Buried to the hilt, encased hand in glove, I experienced delicious release.
Lying on the bed with Robbie, coming down from my orgasmic high, I idly wondered whether I would ever have all of the pieces to complete the puzzle. Was that even necessary? Could you see enough to understand, even if only a fraction of the puzzle was visible? Or could one single piece change everything, turn the whole world upside down? Maybe Sam would know. Despite the fact that I was there, with Robbie, I longed for Sam, the man who was mine in the best possible way.