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Like me, Sam was new to the suite, though both Tim and Jay knew him from the previous summer. He was very friendly when I introduced myself, and he gave no sign that he was aware that I had witnessed his outdoor tryst with our boss. I, meanwhile, was totally keyed up by everything I had seen, and this unexpected development was almost too much. As Tim and Jay razzed Sam about this and that, I couldn't help wondering what they would think if they knew that, just hours before, he had been on his knees, practically begging for Rich's cock.
Of course, I was very aroused at the prospect of sharing our suite with a guy who appeared to be quite willing and able to have sex with other guys. The blowjob that I had seen him give was clearly not his first and, judging by his obvious enthusiasm, wouldn't be his last. I couldn't keep the obvious questions out of my mind. Would his blue eyes ever look at me with the same unbridled lust that he had shown our boss? Would his wet lips ever wrap themselves around my hard shaft? Would I ever be able to touch his athletic body and hold his thick, uncut cock? Sitting there, trying to casually shoot the breeze with my suitemates, I wanted all of these things to happen, but I still didn't know exactly how to bring them about. Could I just ask? Was it that simple?
We shot the breeze awhile, and the "veterans" filled me in on some of the finer points of the job, especially how to make the big tips from the rich assholes that we worked for. At some point, we started comparing work schedules and realized that none of us were slated to work the next day, prompting Jay to propose an excursion.
"Are any of you losers up for a hike tomorrow? The weather's supposed to be great, and we could trek up to Eagle Lake and go for a swim."
"What kind of hike is it?" I asked.
"It's a really sweet trail," Jay replied. "The lake is about six miles in, through woods and then around an old volcanic cinder cone. That part's a bit of a bitch, because the cinders make it kind of like hiking on the beach for a mile or so, but the lake is really great."
"Yeah," Tim chimed in. "It's just hard enough to get there that there usually isn't anyone else around, especially this early in the season. Come on, Mike, you're gonna love it."
It was settled. After dinner we put together some food to take, pulled out plenty of water bottles, and I packed a small backpack with a few other basic supplies. Everyone wanted to turn in early, especially me. I was tired from the day's hard work, but I also needed some time alone to process the day. I got undressed and slipped naked between the sheets. My hand slipped down to my groin, where I grasped my cock and gently stroked it. Although I was hard and feeling horny, for some reason I didn't want to jack off. I guess that I was waiting for something or someone else.
The hike in to the lake was great. We got an early start and easily covered the six miles before 11:00, thus avoiding the heat of the noontime sun. I think we were all grateful for that when we were crossing the expanse of black cinders; they seemed to go on forever, and they would clearly get very hot to walk across as the day wore on. Sam and I ended up setting the pace, so we hiked together while Tim and Jay followed fifty yards behind. I could hear them talking and laughing like hyenas, but I was more focused on Sam. He clearly knew these woods, and he explained how the lake was the result of a natural dam created the last time the cinder cone blew, spewing debris over the area.
"There was an honest to God eruption?" I asked.
"Sure was, about seven hundred years ago. We learned a lot about it in a geology class I took last year. The professor said this is one of the best places around to see volcanic and geothermal shit. And the lake is just awesome. Last time we were there, we saw a bald eagle."
"No fucking way!"
"I'm not kidding. I guess that it was looking for fish in the lake, but when it saw us, it just hung out awhile in a dead tree before it flew off. That was one big fucking bird."
We kept talking pretty much the whole way, eventually filling each other in on most of the important details of our backgrounds. Of course, I was taking in lots more than just what Sam was saying. I watched his every move and glance, looking for some sign. When he reached down to help me scramble up some rocks, when his arm accidentally brushed against mine, when he offered me a drink from his water bottle, when he looked intently at me as I rattled on about life on the swim team, did any of that mean anything? Looking back now, I'm almost embarrassed about the lovesick puppy I was becoming, but at the time I was too stupid (well, inexperienced, to be charitable to myself), to know what was happening.
The hike seemed to go by very quickly, and our reward at the end was a true jewel of a lake. We hiked around its perimeter before finally stopping at a secluded spot that Sam recommended. We broke some food and water out of our gear and lolled around in the warm sun, resting from the exertion of the hike. Soon, though, Tim stood up, pulled off his baseball cap, and ran his fingers through his short blond hair. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm going for a swim," he announced as he pulled his T-shirt up over his head to reveal his tight, tan body. Kicking off his boots, he ran to the water's edge, stopping at the shore only long enough to discard his shorts and underwear. Soon he was stroking his way out to the island in the center of the lake.
"Me too," Jay cried. Stripping off his clothes, he plunged into the water and let out a loud whoop.
Sam looked at me, smiled and shrugged his shoulders, and followed suit. I briefly thought about the swimsuit in my backpack, but I decided to opt for my birthday suit, like the other guys.
We played in the water for maybe ten minutes, dunking each other and generally horsing around. Tim and Jay, however, broke away and began to swim out to the small island in the center of the lake. I swam over to where Sam was treading water, and we watched first Jay, and then Tim, emerge from the water and disappear into a small grove of trees on the island.
"What do you suppose they're up to?" I asked Sam.
He smiled and replied, "I'm not exactly sure, but I think that they may need a chaperone." He began to stroke his way over to the island and, not knowing quite what to think, I followed.
We emerged from the water and walked towards the grove of trees where Jay and Tim had disappeared. As we walked, I stole a peek at Sam's plump uncut cock and dangling balls, and I immediately felt my own dick twitch. If I wasn't careful, I knew that I was going to spring a major boner, which I didn't want to do right at that moment. "I will not get a hard-on," I thought silently to myself, willing my lust to subside.
"I think I hear them over there," Sam whispered, gesturing toward a dense clump of trees. We quietly crept to the top of a short rise and, crouching down, peeked into a clearing.
Tim was kneeling in front of Jay, who was slowly thrusting his erect penis into Tim's open mouth. With one hand, Tim encircled Jay's thick erection and stroked while he worked his lips over the head and down the shaft. With his other hand, meanwhile, Tim began to play with his own thick prick. Seeing the scene played out in front of me, my own cock rapidly lengthened and thickened, and there was nothing that I could have done to stop it, even if I had wanted to. Which I didn't. I looked over at Sam, who had begun to stroke his foreskin up and down over the head of his cock. Almost in a daze, I reached out and grasped the firm column of veiny flesh that protruded from my new friend's groin. Pulling the skin back, I exposed the dark purple glans, which pulsated and began leaking a steady stream of clear precum. Sam threw his head back and loudly groaned, which led Jay to turn his head in our direction.
"Hey guys, come on over," Jay called.
Sam took my hand, gave me a deep and probing kiss, and led me over to where Tim was still sucking Jay. Kneeling down, Sam took my rock-hard cock into his mouth and began to swirl his tongue around the head, teasing me, before slowly working his way down the shaft. I was on fire, experiencing sensations that I had never felt before, feeling nerve endings being stimulated in a way that they had never been. My cock had never been that hard and had never felt that sensitive before. At first I just stood there and let Sam go down on me, but eventually I began to exert a little more control over the rhythm, pumping in and out of Sam's hot, wet mouth. I was in sexual heaven. I felt like every hair on my body was standing on end, and waves of pure energy were emanating from my cock and balls, and then spreading through every fiber of my body.
"Oh yeah, fuck his face," Jay groaned as he watched us. While Tim continued to work on his cock, Jay leaned over and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling my face toward his. I continued to thrust into Sam as my mouth hungrily met Jay's. His wet tongue probed deeply, skittering across the roof of my mouth and tasting every nook and cranny. Tentatively at first, but then more confidently, I let my hands roam across his meaty pecs, dusted with dark hair, and then over his thick biceps and down his muscular forearms, a body he had built for his school's baseball team. I was so excited that my hand was almost shaking as I reached down to grasp the base of his fireplug prick, which Tim was still enthusiastically sucking. The sheer stimulation of handling another guy's equipment while my own cock was being sucked by an expert was more than I could take.
"Oh fuck," I groaned, "I'm gonna cum big. Oh my fucking God." I began to moan and babble unintelligibly, which only prompted Sam to increase the pressure he was putting on my dick just as it started to spasm. Although I couldn't see it, I could feel jet after jet of hot sperm spraying into Sam's mouth, and he just drank it down while I saw stars and had the biggest orgasm of my life. Sam slowly pulled off my cock and stood up, pulling me toward him and kissing me deeply. I could taste my own pungent cum in his mouth, which only made me want more and prompted me to drop to my knees.
Sam was very turned on. His thick, uncut cock danced in front of me, practically inviting attention. I gently pulled back on the fleshy hood that partially covered the purple head, exposing what I would later learn were the most sensitive spots on his tool. I slowly brought my mouth closer and, as I extended my tongue to lightly taste him, I could smell the acrid scent of sex. It was heaven. My tongue ran across the flap of skin under his head, which I grasped with my lips, and I began to slowly work my way down the shaft. Even though he was very thick, and I was very inexperienced, I was determined to take as much as I could. I quickly realized that I could use my mouth to roll his foreskin back and forth across the length of his cock, and he seemed to like the way I was using his fleshy sheath to stimulate the whole length of his shaft.
I have no idea how much time passed, but quite suddenly Sam let out a loud whoop and his whole body seemed to stiffen. I had no idea what to expect, but all at once my mouth was filled with a flood of warm, thick cum.
"Whoo, boy. That was fucking awesome," Sam exclaimed. "You are one excellent cocksucker, Mike." He looked over at Tim and Jay, who had apparently both cum and were just watching us. "You guys have gotta try some of this."
Jay laughed. "You know I never turn down a blow job. Whenever Mike is ready, so am I. I'm just glad that Kirk wasn't wrong about our buddy here."
I was puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Well, Kirk didn't know for sure that you're gay. He kind of felt like he was putting himself on the line to get you on board here, but he said that he's never been wrong before."
"I don't get it. Why was he putting himself on the line?"
Now all three of them laughed, and Tim spoke up. "You mean that you haven't figured out yet that just about every guy who works at Idlewilde is gay? The staff is pretty much the ultimate gay Mafia. We only hire our own! If Kirk had brought a straight asshole in, his reputation would have been shot to hell."
Suddenly, a lot of connections were made in my brain. "Well I'll be damned. That explains a lot." I paused. "But I've got to be honest, guys. I am gay, no lie but this is actually the first gay sex I have ever had. I guess that's why Kirk wasn't sure. I hadn't given anybody much of anything to be sure about."
I think that this revelation surprised them, but Sam laughed and slapped me on the butt. "Well, let's get back to the lodge, then. You're gonna sleep in my room tonight, because I've got a lot of things to show you."
That sounded fine with me. Needless to say, we made pretty good time on the hike back.