My Summer Job, Chapter Four
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I was born on an island, in the middle of a lake, on a summer day. That was where I became who I am. I was delivered, not by a doctor or a midwife, but by three young men who initiated me into the secret, sacred rite of sex between men. With them, I shared flesh, and sweat, and cum. The release that I experienced there and then, in that place and that time, rippled through my body for a day, a night, a summer, a lifetime.
Swimming back across to the shore cooled my body, but not my desire for Sam, which only grew as we hiked back to the trailhead. Now I knew what all of the signals meant. When he looked at me, when he touched me, when we shared water or food, when he pulled me up a rocky scramble, when I brushed against his hard cock, it all meant that he wanted me and he knew that I wanted him.
Time seemed to slow down, but that was what I needed. I needed to move deliberately. I felt like I was experiencing the world for the first time, and I needed to take my time and drink it all in. I think that Sam could intuit what I was feeling; he made no move to increase our pace. Unlike the hike in, now Tim and Jay moved ahead while we brought up the rear. Finally, though, we all made it back to Jay's Subaru back at the trailhead, and we turned home.
Driving back, Sam and I took the backseat. He kept looking at me and smiling, and finally he leaned over and gave me a kiss.
"We're gonna have a great night, kiddo," he said. "Just you wait and see."
I guess that I could have been a little nervous, since I really didn't know what he had in mind, what he was planning to do to me and have me do to him, but I was ready to accept almost anything on that particular day.
Sam pulled me over to him and we began making out, more or less oblivious to our friends in the front seat. I slipped my hand under his T-shirt and began to touch his smooth flesh, stretched taut across his hard muscles. He seemed to flinch when the tips of my fingers encountered his dime-sized nipples, encouraging me to strum and pluck the rigid buds of flesh. This action clearly struck a nerve, and he began to urgently mash his mouth hard against mine. Our teeth scraped and our beards chafed as we ground against each other. My cock, which had not gone completely down since we left the lake, was now hard as a rock, and Sam began to rub it through my hiking shorts.
"I like it when you're hard. I like it when you're turned on," Sam whispered hoarsely. "I want you to want me to fuck you so bad that you can't even stand it." As he continued talking, telling me what he was going to do to me, his hand snaked up my leg and into my Jockey shorts. I shuddered involuntarily when his fingers encircled my erection. It felt so good to feel my cock in the grip of another guy. I shifted my weight and spread my legs a little, and this enabled him to extract his prize through the leg of my shorts. I looked down as he gently stroked up and down, not really trying to get me off, but rather hoping to ratchet up my level of stimulation until I was boiling with sexual fever.
We kept this up the whole way back to Idlewild, and we were both overheated and ready for what lay ahead by the time we turned into the long drive. Even though it was almost dinnertime, Sam proposed that we just head back to our quarters and grab something later in the kitchen.
"You might have a bigger appetite a little later on," he said, winking at me.
When we finally did get back to our suite, I just couldn't hold back any longer.
"Whoa, guy, hang on a minute!" Sam exclaimed, as I pinned him up against the wall and began to nuzzle his neck. "I've got an idea. Why don't we take a shower and get cleaned up a bit? You taste great just the way you are, but we might feel even better after a shower. I promise I'll make it fun."
"Okay, but only if you let me undress you first." Continuing to kiss Sam, I pulled his T-shirt up over his head, exposing his smooth, muscled chest. Leaving a trail of saliva down his torso, I sank down to my knees and pulled down his shorts and underwear in one smooth motion. Sam's hard cock bounced up, striking my chin, and it bobbed from left to right as he stepped out of his shorts. God he was sexy, standing there naked except for his hiking boots. Almost involuntarily I leaned forward and ran my tongue across the almost hairless skin of his scrotum, which hung heavily below his thick uncircumcised dick. As I very gently took first one testicle, and then the other into my mouth, rolling them around on my tongue, I began to unlace his boots so that he could finally stand completely naked in front of me.
I was drunk with lust, and powerless to resist when Sam pulled me up and quickly, almost roughly, stripped my clothes off. He ground his naked body against mine, our stiff pricks bouncing against each other. It felt like every square inch of my body was in contact with every square inch of his. I savored the feeling until he took me by the hand and led me, naked, down the hall to the shower room, which was empty.
Sam turned on all four heads in the shower area, creating a cascade of driving water and steam. We took turns lathering each other up and sliding our wet and slippery bodies against each other. We probed every nook and cranny, from my eyelids to the space between Sam's toes.
"Are you ready for something really amazing?" Sam asked, looking up from where he was kneeling in front of me.
"You mean it's gonna get even better?"
"Just wait and see." With that, Sam turned me around, spread my asscheeks apart and began to teasingly tongue my puckered hole.
"Oh, Jesus fuck," I groaned, unable to contain myself. I knew that this was so nasty, but it felt so good. I was in awe. Could sex really be this amazing? Was it legal to have this much pleasure? (Well, I guess that technically it wasn't, at least in some places, but you get the idea.) I didn't know what else to do, so I reached back and tried to open my butt even wider, hoping to give Sam and his unbelievable tongue even better access. I wanted more, but at the same time I could barely take what he was giving me. My head was swimming and my knees were shaking, and even without touching myself I felt like I was on the verge of cumming.
"You like that, don't you?" Sam asked. "Your butt likes to be poked, doesn't it?" He kept tonguing me, and then his lips made full contact with puckered flesh. I just groaned and tried to keep from falling over. Finally, Sam had to come up up for air. "Yeah, you really like that, don't you? Well why don't we go back to my room, and I'll give you something that will make you really happy."
I was in an erotic haze. Time blended together into a single sensation that kept building on itself. Sam's hand in mine, leading me back to our suite and into his room. The cool sheet on his bed under my back. His strong arms under my thighs, pushing them back. The cool lube on my virgin ass. His tongue probing my mouth as his fingers invaded my hole. His lips on my ear as he whispered to me, calming me, relaxing me, turning me on. The slippery hardness of his thick tool knocking up against me. Contact between the tip of this probe and my clenching flesh. And finally, taking him in, knowing he was filling me up, as full as I could have imagined being.
Sam had a look of intense concentration on his face. "Jesus Christ, Mike. You're so fucking tight. Your ass is just fucking unbelievable."
He leaned down to lightly brush his lips against mine, and he simultaneously began tiny probing movements, exploring the new, virgin territory that he had just entered. I swear that I was so turned on, so unbelievably horny that I could feel every point of contact between his cock and my ass. I was both totally in tune with the sensations that this sexy man was creating for me and, oddly, almost outside of my body, watching his intense concentration on the job of bringing us both off. I ran my hands over his biceps, across his stomach, through the patch of hair above his cock, over the body that was filling me with sexual sensation. This body was mine, at least for that moment.
As my ass began to relax, Sam began to explore more aggressively. At first slowly, then fast. At first small steps, then deep thrusts. Every time he made contact with some new spot I wanted him to return again. I could feel his cock stretch my hole, and I responded to his invasion by clenching down hard on each thrust. I suppose that I was hoping to trap him inside, hoping that I would never feel empty again.
His body was mine, and mine was his. I was losing track of where my body ended and his began. Touching lips and nipples and hard cock and feeling his body or was it mine or was it his on mine and he was deep inside me, poking and stroking and scraping and fucking. And then new waves of pleasure started, at first slowly, but, as the peaks heightened and the troughs deepened, the waves came faster and the pleasure compressed. I could feel it in the tips of my toes and the hair on my head, and I knew I was going to come soon, and I tried to tell him, but all I could do was groan.
"Oh yeah, you're gonna cum, aren't you...Oh, Jesus Christ, I'm gonna cum too. I'm gonna shoot in your tight ass. You are so fucking hot."
Sam drove deep inside me and held there, motionless, as my ass spasmed around his cock, and he filled me up while I sprayed both of us with thick, ropy jets of sperm. As we came, I put my arms around Sam, pulled him against me, and held on for dear life. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced, by a long shot, and it seemed to go on forever as I rocked my body against his.
I was lost in the moment. I really have no idea how long we were in that position, with Sam on top of me, still buried inside. At some point, though, he slowly pulled out, pushed me on my side, and slipped behind me, spooning me as his hand roamed over my body.
"You liked that, didn't you," he murmured.
"What gave you that idea? Was it something I said? Or something I was too busy cumming to say?" I could feel Sam smile. "Seriously, that was just awesome. I hope I can do the same for you sometime."
"You and me both. Maybe that'll be lesson number two."
"Mmmhmm." I was so relaxed I could tell that I was going to doze off for a bit. "I wonder how many lessons I'm going to need."
I don't think we finished counting.