My Summer Job, Chapter Two
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Tim and I spent the next morning planting flowers and pruning hedges. It was one of those glorious late spring days that just seem too good to be true. Brilliant blue sky. Warm sun. Gentle breeze. I felt very keyed up on that particular day. I couldn't get what I had witnessed the night before out of my mind, especially since I was working right next to the guy whose masturbatory display I had secretly watched. Tim's shorts and T-shirt revealed just enough of his body to keep me buzzed with sexual energy. When he pulled his shirt off to get some sun, I couldn't stop myself from scanning his torso for streaks of dried semen, souvenirs of the previous night. Luckily, I was wearing sunglasses, so I could at least be discrete.
Between the work, the conversation, and the laughs, the morning went by very quickly, and soon it was time to break for lunch. We horsed around a bit as we walked up to the main buildings, faking punches and pretending to grab each other's balls. I had always liked that sort of physical play, mainly because it gave me an excuse to have the sort of physical contact that I was always craving. I didn't know what Tim was thinking, but I felt like we were becoming good friends, especially when he threw his arm around my shoulders as we walked the last fifty yards to the building that housed the staff dining room.
Because most of the summer staff had still not arrived, the dining room was deserted. As Tim and I were helping ourselves to the sandwich fixings on the buffet, a very cute dark haired guy walked in. Tim broke into a broad grin.
"Jay, dude, where the fuck have you been? I didn't think you were ever going to show up."
The dark haired guy laughed and punched Tim playfully in the arm. "It sounds like my roomie missed me. But you didn't need to worry. After the wild times we had last summer, there was no fucking way I wasn't going to come back." Turning to me, Jay grinned. "But who's your new boyfriend?" he asked, teasingly.
Turning slightly red, Tim made the necessary introductions, and the three of us sat down to eat some lunch. Jay and Tim were clearly very tight, and they seemed excited that they would be sharing the same suite again. As they talked a mile a minute, I mostly watched and listened. Jay had a very nice, easy smile that caused his dark eyes to light up, especially when he was making some sexual innuendo. He also had a very nice build, which apparently came from playing on his university baseball team. I'm a sucker for nice biceps, and his were quite impressive.
As we finished up our food, he turned to Tim.
"So, big guy, do you have to get right back to work? I was wondering if you could help me with something back at the suite." He winked at me. "I'm not quite settled in, and I could use a hand with something big."
"Well, Mike and I finished most of the work this morning, so I suppose I could manage a long lunch." Tim turned to me. "How about if I meet you on the main terrace in an hour or so?"
I nodded. "No problem. But do you guys need some more help with Jay's stuff? I'd be happy to lend a hand."
Jay grinned. "Oh, I think we've got everything covered, but we may take you up on that another time. I've always found that a third guy can come in handy."
"Sure, just let me know if I can help out. I can go fill out my personnel forms while I'm waiting."
We parted company, and the two of them set off for the staff quarters. I could hear them talking and laughing as they walked up the path, and I set out for the personnel office. It only took me about fifteen minutes to fill out my forms, and when I was done, I briefly contemplated checking to see if Jay and Tim needed a hand. Jay had seemed pretty definite that they didn't need my help, though, so I decided against it. Maybe they just wanted some time to catch up without having the "new guy" around.
Lacking anything better to do, I stretched out on a lounge chair in a corner of the terrace, next to a tall fence that concealed a small patio behind the lodge offices. I must have dozed off for a few minutes, but I awoke with a start when I heard a voice from the other side of the fence.
"Oh yeah, you know that's the way I like it," the disembodied voice whispered hoarsely, before breaking off into a low groan. I didn't hear anyone else talking, but I thought that I heard wet smacking sounds, as well as an occasional muffled groan from a second person. "Don't stop till I tell you, you're doing great."
Now, I wasn't very experienced at that time, and I was probably clueless about a lot of stuff, but even I could recognize a blowjob when I heard one. Just on the other side of that fence, only a few feet away, some guy was getting his dick sucked. Just the thought made my cock spring to life. As quietly as possible, I shifted my weight on the lounge chair, both to relieve the pressure on my dick and to slide over so that I could peek through a gap in the fence. The scene on the other side took my breath away.
Richard Gray, the General Manager of Idlewild who had hired me just days before, was leaning against the stone wall of the lodge. Although he was wearing crisp khakis and a starched white oxford cloth shirt, his pants were down around his ankles and his shirt hung wide open, exposing his powerful body. I was agog, experiencing a combination of shock and lust, as I took the whole scene in: his muscular, hairy chest, the thin trail of fur that began just below his sternum and ran down his hard abs, across his navel, and further, to where it grew into a dense patch of dark pubic hair that spread above his enormous cock. He had a truly fearsome tool jutting out from his body: long, thick, and very hard. Dangling below was a huge sac containing his heavy balls. I had never seen anything quite like it. But that wasn't all. Kneeling in front of Rich, and worshipping his powerful body, was a young man, stark naked save for his sandals.
My mouth was dry as a bone as I watched the pair. They were barely ten feet away from me, so close that I almost could smell the scent of sex. I immediately focused on the young guy, who was licking the thick tube of flesh like it was an ice cream cone, working his way from the root of the shaft all the way up to the fat, purple head. As his wet tongue traced the length, he seemed to enjoy following the veins that snaked their way across the surface of the rigid flesh and sustained the thick erection. It almost seemed alive as it twitched and throbbed in response to the probing tongue.
Rich was clearly loving the attention he was getting. He simultaneously spread his legs wider and thrust his hips forward, trying to offer even more flesh to his young friend.
"You wanna suck my cock? Is that what you want?" Rich hoarsely whispered. "Oh, you're gonna fucking suck my cock, all right. I'm gonna give you everything you want, every fucking inch, and I'm gonna make you want it bad." Running his fingers through the younger guy's wavy brown hair, Rich began to use his thick cock like a club, swinging it from side to side, using it to slap his partner's face. Every time the swollen head grazed the young man's mouth, he tried in vain to capture it with his full, red lips, but Rich kept yanking it back, only to swing the hard cock back again, teasing the cock worshipper, who was almost whimpering in frustration.
"Oh yeah, you're ready for it, aren't you. But first you're gonna play with yourself, and show me how hot you are."
The young guy immediately responded to the nasty request and began to run his hands down his smooth, muscular chest, twisting his hard, dime-sized nipples, before sending one hand down to grasp his thick tool, which was leaking precum like a faucet. He smeared the slick fluid across the taut flesh and began to stroke, and I realized that I was (almost) eye to eye with the first uncut cock I had ever seen. It was amazing to see. He rolled the tight sheath of skin back and forth across the sensitive head, using it to stimulate every jangled nerve ending.
Rich leaned back and watched the show for a minute or so, but he was clearly ready to get down to business. As he ran his hands through the dark fur on his chest and began to play with his own large, red-brown nipples, he positioned the tip of his cock on the young guy's lips, which involuntarily parted. Rich slowly slipped in, and his partner's lips clamped down. Inch after inch of hard meat disappeared into the moist confines of a very hot mouth. At one point, the young guy shuddered a bit, as though he was struggling to accommodate what was more than a mouthful, but he didn't stop until his nose was buried in dark hair.
I didn't know what to watch. Rich pumped his cock in and out of his young companion, who was still lustily jacking his own cock. They set up an amazing horny rhythm, working their bodies in tandem, like a well-oiled sex machine. This was the first time I had ever seen two men together, having uninhibited and raw sex, and it was more exciting than I could have imagined. Rich was taking every possible advantage of the amazing opportunity that was in front of him, and his friend had opened himself up to receive everything that was being offered to him. My mind was a whirl of cocks, balls, and every other piece of male flesh on display to me.
The young guy came first. Since Rich was still battering his tonsils, all he could do to announce his impending orgasm was to grunt. Pulling wildly on his cock, he unleashed powerful jets of semen that sprayed across Rich's muscular legs. That seemed to egg Rich on, and he grabbed his partner by the head and began to powerfully fuck his face. He was going for broke, and, as his giant balls tightened up, he withdrew and jerked out a massive load that spurted across the young guy's face, coating him with pearls of cum.
I was spent, and I hadn't even cum. As I continued to watch, Rich pulled his friend up, gave him a kiss, and yanked on the young guy's still hard, twitching cock. Laughing, they gathered up their clothes and went back inside, leaving me desperate to find a place to jerk off. I was just on my way to do that when Tim suddenly appeared coming down the path. It was time to get back to work.
Tim appeared to be in a great mood. He talked a blue streak the whole afternoon as we finished up the landscaping work. I wasn't feeling quite as social as my roommate. I had a lot on my mind, and I needed some release. I was very happy when we finished and went back to the staff quarters, so I could lock myself in my room and beat off. Imagine my surprise when we entered walked into the suite, and our fourth and final suitemate was sitting on the couch. He smiled when we walked in, and I saw, for the second time that day, the sexy guy who I had just seen give an amazing blow job to my boss.