My Summer Job, Chapter Twenty-one
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Waking up. Not really an event, more like a process. Sights and sounds, smells and textures are at first far away, on the horizon, but then you sense that they are getting closer, slowly coming into focus. The bird singing outside the window, the stitching of the quilt, the foggy light that penetrates your closed eyes, and then finally the rhythm of another person's breath. You can sense them all. You wriggle your body closer to your lover, seeking the warmth that he offers, the warmth that is like a blanket. And when your body touches his, he instinctively turns to mold himself around you, making one where there were once two.
"Hey Loverboy," Sam mumbled into the nape of my neck. "You awake?"
"Mmm hmmm," I responded, not quite ready to form words or sentences.
His hand traveled across my shoulder, down my body, and came to rest on my rump.
"You know we're going to have to get up soon, don't you?" Sam whispered.
"Mmmm hmmm."
"We can't lay in bed all day, even if we want to."
"Mmmm hmmm."
"Eric's mom isn't really the type to bring us breakfast in bed." Sam startled tickling my side. "She might even make us go shoot our own breakfast."
Unable to stop myself from giggling under Sam's unexpected tickle attack, in a sudden explosion of covers I swung myself over on top of him, pinning him to the bed. My partially erect penis flopped heavily across his, and he reached up to run his hands across my pecs and biceps.
"That's more than enough of that!" I exclaimed, as Sam's hands traveled down to comb through my pubic hair and stroke my cock. "Don't make me hurt you."
"Hurt me? And here I thought you were going to help me, Mr. I've Got a Plan."
I drifted down to lie on my side next to Sam, one leg thrown over his body.
"Well, I do have a plan, sort of. It may not go anywhere, but I don't see many alternatives. Tell me, why have you been under Rich's thumb?"
"Because he's an asshole?"
"No, I mean, what's he using against you?"
"He's threatening to go to my parents with the whole sordid mess."
"Right. Now suppose that you could do the same thing to him? Suppose you could threaten to expose him to, well, to his mom at least?"
Sam thought for a moment. "I don't know. It might not make any difference to him at all. He doesn't strike me as the kind of person who cares much about what other people think. But I suppose his mother might be different. Even if it would make a difference, though, how do you propose that we find her?"
"By going to her house, or at least the place she was living nine years ago. Listen. Night before last, I went through the safe in Rich's office, and I found a letter to him from his mother, postmarked from Fort Bragg, nine years ago. I've got the address. How do you feel about a road trip?"
Sam looked at me in disbelief before reaching over and tousling my hair. "You really have been playing Mr. Private Eye, haven't you? How on earth did you get into Rich's safe?"
I smiled modestly. "I'm not going to divulge my professional secrets. As you've said to me before, you're too young to know. But what do you think about my plan?"
"I guess that I think that we're going to hit the road. A nine-year-old address is probably a long shot, but frankly, I don't have anything better to do. I just hope you've got some money on you, because in case you forgot, I left Idlewild without collecting my stuff. I don't even have my wallet."
"Come on, Sam, how dumb do I look? I wasn't sure that I'd ever be going back to Idlewild, so I packed up all my most important shit. I hope you don't mind, but I even went through your desk and found your wallet, a checkbook, and a nice wad of cash."
"Mikey boy, I'll never doubt you again. You're not just good looking, you're also kind of smart." Sam paused. "But aren't you going AWOL? What did you tell them back at you know where? Isn't Rich going to suspect that you left to join up with me?"
I could feel my face start to flush with anger towards Rich and his tactics. "I don't give a damn what he thinks. I left a note with the powers that be, telling them that I had to leave for a family emergency and would try to be back in a couple of days. Let them think what they want. I've already made more money than I expected to make the whole summer. Richard Gray can go and fuck himself at this point, as far as I'm concerned."
Sam laughed. "He's fucked a lot of guys, but never himself, as far as I know. Come on, let's get out of here."
An hour later, after a quick shower and breakfast, and many heartfelt thanks to Eric Cantwell's mother, we were on the road. Shades on, tunes on, left hand on the steering wheel, right hand on Sam's leg. For the first time in a long time, I felt truly free, and I think that Sam did, too. There's just something about the long ribbon of highway, stretching out in front and behind. For the first time in a long time, I felt like everything was going to be OK, despite all of the unanswered questions.
We pulled in to Fort Bragg around 3:00. It was an unusually bright and sunny afternoon for the north coast, even a little hot. Sam proposed that we find a place to spend the night before starting our investigation. This seemed reasonable, so we cruised up Highway 1 in search of accommodations.
"How does that place look?" I asked, pointing to a low-slung complex that a sign identified as the Surf Inn Motel.
"Well, it's not the Ritz, but it doesn't look like the Bates Motel, either. Let's give it a try."
We pulled in to the parking lot and got out of the car, unfolding ourselves and stretching out the kinks in our muscles. I followed Sam through the door marked "Motel Office." A lone clerk sat behind the check-in desk, flipping through a magazine.
"Can I help you guys?" he asked, looking up.
"Sure. We'd like a room for the night," I replied, giving him the once over. He looked to be about our age, had short cropped black hair, a neatly trimmed goatee, and metal framed glasses that were just a little too stylish for Fort Bragg. His nametag identified him only as Matthew.
"OK," he replied. "Just fill this card out. Smoking or non-smoking?"
"Non," Sam piped up.
"Two queen-size beds or one king?" the clerk asked, looking expectantly at both of us.
"Oh, I think one king will do just fine, Matthew," I replied, looking him square in the eye.
Just the corners of the clerk's lips turned up in a very subtle grin. "I'm sure you'll be quite comfortable with a king. And I go by Matt." He reached up to the pegboard behind him to retrieve a pair of keys; the motion caused his T-shirt sleeve to ride up, revealing a nice bicep that was encircled by an interlocking chain tattoed into his skin. "This key is to your room, number 17, and this key is to the poolhouse. There's a whirlpool and steam room in there, if you're interested. I'll be going down to clean it later this afternoon, but you can still use it."
"Thanks. We may check it out," Sam said. Our business completed, we went back to the car, got in, and I backed us out.
"Could he be a little more obvious, the way he was checking you out?" Sam said, needling me as we drove down to our room.
"Checking me out? I think that he was looking at you!" I replied.
"OK, let's just say that he was hot for both of us and call it a draw."
Our room was pretty basic, but at least it looked and smelled clean. It certainly would not have passed muster as an Idlewild guest room, though. Dropping my bag, I announced that I was going to go for a swim, and I began to strip off my clothes.
"A swim? Well, I guess I'll have to come along, just to keep an eye on you," Sam said as he began to undress.
"Keep an eye on me!" I protested. "I just want to take it easy and relax for a few minutes. Quit busting my chops!"
"I just don't want you relaxing without me," Sam said, arching his eyebrows.
It didn't take much convincing before I gave in and loaned Sam an extra pair of watershorts I had in my bag, and I put on my black Speedo. Soon we were pushing open the gate into the pool area. Although the afternoon had turned quite warm, the place was deserted, and before long Sam and I were horsing around in the water in a pretty uninhibited way. The cool water felt extremely liberating, and we enjoyed the simple freedom of being anonymous in an unknown town.
Our fun and games ceased abruptly when we heard voices approaching, followed by the sound of the gate opening. Two men entered the pool area, dropped their towels on a lounge chair, and jumped into the water. One of them waved in our direction.
"Hey guys, how's it going?" he called out.
"No complaints here. You?" Sam replied.
"Just enjoying the sunshine. I'm Kevin, and this is Chris," he said, nodding towards his companion.
"Hey," Chris called out.
"I'm Sam."
"And I'm Mike."
"Nice to meet you, Sam and Mike," Kevin replied.
As the four of us engaged in idle chitchat while relaxing in the water, I could sense that we were all sizing each other up. Chris and Kevin appeared to be around thirty, maybe eight or nine years our senior, and both were handsome and well-built. Chris had wavy dark hair, a nice sprinkle of fur on his beefy chest, and big, dark, very suckable nipples. Kevin had curly, honey-colored hair, and a smooth, lean body.
Eventually enough double entendres and oblique references had piled up for Chris to acknowledge the obvious.
"So we've been together for five years. How long have you guys been going out?"
I spluttered a little bit. "Uhh, well, I guess since the beginning of the summer."
Kevin grinned. "Young love. I think I remember what that was like."
Chris splashed water towards his partner. "Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence. It seemed pretty fresh last night, at least to me."
Kevin looked like he was about to make a witty retort when the gate opened again, and all four of us turned to see Matt, the motel clerk, pushing a cleaning cart toward the door to the pool house. He waved to us before using his key to open the door. After he pushed the cart inside, he reappeared to hang a "Closed for Cleaning" sign on the door. Glancing back at us, he disappeared into the pool house.
"OK Kevin, put your tongue back in your mouth," Chris said, as he once again splashed water in his partner's direction.
"Me? He was looking at you, big guy."
Sam laughed. "You sound like us. When we checked in, I thought that he was checking Mike out, and Mike said it was me."
"Maybe he's just not that choosy," I stated matter-of-factly. "In Fort Bragg, pickings may be kind of slim."
"Well, there's only one way to find out," Kevin said as he splashed towards the edge of the pool. He turned back toward us and winked. "You wanna go take some steam, Chris?"
Chris sighed in mock frustration. "I suppose if you insist." He followed his partner out of the pool. "If you boys get bored out here, don't be shy. Come on in and see how it's done." With that, our new friends hoisted themselves out of the water and disappeared into the pool house.
I looked at Sam, raised my eyebrows, and he shrugged his shoulders. "It's up to you, big guy," he said. "You lead and I'll follow."
I thought for a second before reaching out and grabbing Sam's hand. "Maybe we should just dry off and go get something to eat."
Sam smiled. "Whatever you say."
Back in our room, Sam announced that he was going to take a quick shower to wash the chlorine off. Lying on the bed and listening to the water run, I began to wonder what we were missing out in the pool house. Were Kevin and Chris really going to make a move on Matt? Just the thought of these three very attractive men together was enough to start blood flowing to all of the right places, and I began to finger my growing cock through the thin fabric of my Speedo. As I stroked up my shaft and paused to tease the head, I imagined Matt cleaning the steam room, mopping and directing the spray of water from a hose. In my mind's eye, he has stripped off his T-shirt and is clad only in baggy shorts, revealing his buff physique. His torso is hairless, save for small tufts around his nipples and a thin trail that meanders from his navel down to his waistband and points further south. The intricate design of the tattoo that encircles his thick bicep is now clearly visible.
At the same time, I could just as clearly see Kevin and Chris soaking in the steaming, bubbling water of the hot tub. Their swimsuits hang on the backs of two chairs, clearly indicating that they decided to go into the water au naturel. How is Matt going to react when he walks into the room, I wondered. Is he going to figure out that there are two naked men in the Jacuzzi, both of whom want to jump his bones? Is he going to do something about it?
I got up off the bed, padded over to the bathroom, pulled aside the shower curtain, and slipped in behind Sam, still wearing my Speedo. He turned his head and smiled in my direction.
"You come in here to scrub my back?" he asked as he handed me a bar of soap.
"Something like that," I said as I began to lather his wiry, muscular shoulders. My hands spread the slippery suds across his back and down to his buttocks, before roaming around to his front side. Gripping Sam tightly, I ground myself against him, reveling in the contact between our soapy bodies. My cock, now at full mast, was barely contained by the stretched fabric of my swimsuit, and I began to nuzzle at Sam's neck while exploring his torso.
Sam reached around and slipped a couple of fingers into my Speedo. "Hmm, something's got you a little worked up. I think that you're going to need some help here." He turned around, lightly brushed his lips against mine, and melted his way down my body, ending up on his knees in front of me. Eyes fixed on me, lips slightly parted, he pulled down my swimsuit, finally freeing my erect organ. I held my breath as his lips encircled my plum shaped head and began to travel down.
Closing my eyes, I thought of Matt coming into the room with the Jacuzzi, armed with his mop and bucket. The tension in the air is palpable as Kevin and Chris watch Matt work, and the passage of time slows down to a snail's pace. Finally, though, when the job is almost complete, Kevin makes his move, standing up in the tub and leaning back. Matt's eyes look like they're going to pop right out of his head when he glances over and sees, not just a naked man, but a naked man who is sporting an enormous, curved hard-on, tipped with the biggest mushroom head he has ever seen.
I looked down to see my cock laying across Sam's face as he nibbled on the underside and tugged at my cum-heavy balls. At that very moment, I thought, Matt probably has his lips locked around Kevin's giant shaft, and Chris is tonguing out the motel clerk's virgin hole. This horny guy is getting his first rim job that he's ever experienced, and he's fucking loving it. If his mouth weren't stuffed full of Kevin's cock, he'd be squealing like a pig. His dick feels like it's going to explode, and nobody's even touching it. He's just going to fucking lose it when he finally gets what he wants up his butt.
I reached down to grab Sam under the arms and pulled him up, roughly clamping our lips together and swinging my cock against his. I was breathing hard as I reached back to turn the water off.
"It's time for you to get your butt over to the bed," I whispered, "because I'm about ready to fuck the living shit out of you."
"Oh yeah, how'd you know that's what I want?" Sam said as he gave me a big squeeze. "You know I gotta have your big cock up my butt."
I positioned Sam on the bed so that his butt lined right up with the edge, and I smeared some lotion I'd grabbed in the bathroom onto his hole before inserting first one, then two fingers. Sam's chute was burning hot, and I could easily feel his internal pulse as I fingered around, loosening him up. With my free hand I alternated between stroking first my cock and then his. The feel of Sam's fleshy foreskin made me think that Matt is probably right now jacking Chris's fat, uncut, fireplug dick, finding out what he can do with a foreskin for the very first time. He's pulling that fucker back over Chris's head and putting his tongue in there, right under the hood, licking around and tasting all of that slippery precum. While Matt's working over Chris's cock, Kevin's getting ready to put that big, curved, horsedick deep into Matt's guts. Jesus fuck, that tight cherry hole is gonna have to stretch to take it.
"Fuck me, Mike," Sam whispered. "I need for you to fuck me now."
I didn't require much encouragement. Placing my dick right at the entrance, I could feel Sam pushing out, opening up his sphincter and inviting me in. His ass almost felt like a vacuum cleaner, sucking inch after inch of my fleshy shaft inside. The hot, prickly, tight sensation was driving me wild, as I felt Sam's whole body underneath me, while I could see Kevin's fat head poking through Matt's wildly pulsating ring. He's got just the tip inside, and all Matt knows is that he wants more cock in his ass, even though he's not sure he can take it. Part of his brain is telling him that he's fucking crazy, there's no way he can take this enormous prong up his butt, but the other part, the part that's starting to win the argument, tells him that each fucking inch is gonna make him more of a man, that his balls are gonna pump out more cum than they've ever pumped out, that there's some kind of switch deep inside his ass that only this monster cock can turn on, and that once it's turned on, he's never gonna be satisfied unless his ass is stuffed so full that it's almost ready to burst.
My hands were everywhere on Sam's body, my cock was everywhere in his ass, my lips were all over his, I ground my body against his heavy erection, he was moaning in my ear, holding onto my ass, trying to pull me even deeper into his body, and Matt's trying to open himself up even more to Kevin, and he's sucking Chris like crazy while he's jacking his own cock, and he can feel his balls shifting, expanding, every hair on them standing up, heating up every last drop of white jism, and then Kevin's hitting that spot, that sweet spot, triggering a little flutter of muscles, and oh Jesus fuck, they're starting to pump and squeeze that delicious cum, turning it into a white-hot wire of slick fluid that's pouring into my cock, pumping further up my shaft, getting ready to squirt out of the slit, and then it's just firing out, pouring like a tidal waver up into Sam's guts, coating every square inch with hot, white fluid.
Slowly, very slowly, things began to come back into focus. Looking down, I saw Sam's eyes fluttering as he milked the last drops of semen out of his twitching cock. I was still buried deep inside of him, not really able to tell where my flesh left off and his began. Seeking final release, I groaned deeply, exhaling for the first time in I didn't know how long. It felt very good to be alive, in that place and that time, and with that person.