My Summer Job, Chapter Five
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The tide had just gone out. The sand was wet and cool to the touch, and it molded to my body as I stretched out. I closed my eyes against the afternoon sun, but I could still feel it warm both my body and the cocoon that held me. As the gentle heat enveloped me, I knew that I was at peace with my self, and my world, and I slept...
"Hey, loverboy, are you awake?"
My eyelids fluttered open and, despite the darkness, I could see Sam's silhouette above me.
"Mmm, maybe. I don't know yet." Yawning, I stretched my arms above my head before resting my hands on Sam's bare thighs, which straddled my hips. "What time's it?"
"I think about midnight. I dropped off a bit, too, but you were really out, buddy boy." He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. "You were lying there so handsome and sexy, I didn't have the heart to wake you up. So I just got you up." He reached behind him and squeezed my erect cock, which was nestled between his butt cheeks. "And did some brainstorming on your next lesson."
I smiled in the dark. "Is it already time for that?"
"Almost. What say we go get something to eat first, though? I could eat a horse."
Sam had a point. In our earlier excited rush, dinner had been the last thing on my mind, but now my growling stomach was making itself known. Quietly, so as not to wake Tim and Jay, we slipped on shorts and T-shirts and then made our way to the dimly lit staff dining room.
"We should be able to find something in the kitchen, back this way." Sam led me through a swinging door and into a large, restaurant-style kitchen, all gleaming tile and stainless steel. He opened the big, industrial refrigerator, and we began pulling out leftovers and setting them on a worktable.
I was suddenly ravenous; apparently so was Sam. We attacked the food with gusto and were quickly on our way to emptying our plates. Kidding around a little, I grabbed a chunk of roast beef off of his plate and quickly downed it.
"Oh, is that the way it's gonna be?" Sam laughed and scooped up some of my potato salad. "Mine, all mine!"
I forked a spear of asparagus from my plate. "Yours, all yours," I said as I slowly inserted the green stalk between his lips.
"Mmm," Sam said, staring intently at me with his pale blue eyes, as he ate what I was feeding him. "Nice."
"You're pretty nice yourself," I said. I leaned over and put my mouth on his mouth, using my lips to part his lips, my tongue to find his tongue. God, he was sexy. I put my hands on his stubbled cheeks and just held him there. Mine, all mine. His mouth was warm and moist, totally open to me as I explored. I ran my hands through his wavy brown hair and down his strong back before pushing his legs apart.
"I think I'm going to teach lesson number two," I murmured.
"Mmm, I'm always ready to learn, even from my student."
I had been fantasizing for years about what sex between men would be. So far, my experiences with Sam were exciting beyond anything I could have imagined, and I was pretty sure I had only scratched the surface of what was possible. In my mind, I had an entire catalog of acts I had only dreamed of, and now I was ready to start trying them, one by one.
The zipper came down, the shorts slipped off, and the t-shirt was pushed up, revealing flesh and muscle. I turned Sam's stool so that he could lean against the worktable while I ran my tongue up his almost hairless inner thigh. He was breathing heavily as I gently licked his balls.
"Oooh, nice. Very nice," Sam gasped.
My attention seemed to cause his balls to draw up closer to his now fully hard cock, which lay heavily against his belly. I grasped the thick base and angled it towards me. I wanted to commit every square inch of this flesh to memory. The veins that ran up the shaft, the thick cowl of skin that hid the purple head, the flap of skin that I could lick and drive him crazy, the moist slit that produced a perfect pearl of sticky precum. My hand was almost shaking as I pulled the foreskin back, completely exposing the shiny head. The rich scent was dizzying, and I slowly traced with my tongue around the ridge that formed the boundary between Sam's shaft and his purple bulb. As I took him completely into my mouth, he groaned and his butt lifted off the stool, trying to offer me more. I was in heaven, and so was he.
I was intent on forming a physical memory of his cock, how if felt in my mouth, on my tongue, between my lips. When I was satisfied I wouldn't forget, I pulled off and stood up. I quickly slipped my shorts and T-shirt off and leaned into him, pressing my cock against his. Sam was slick with my saliva, and I was leaking a steady stream of my own lubrication, so our erections slid easily against each other. Looking down, I realized that this was the first time my cock had ever been in direct contact with another guy's. I could almost feel the sexual energy flowing between us, through our hard flesh, and I wanted my cock to fuse with his. Together, they could be thicker, and longer, and harder, and hotter than they were apart. And that was how sex was feeling to me, as I learned to experience it with another person. It was way more than the sum of its parts.
I gripped our cocks together and began to nuzzle Sam's ear.
"You like this, don't you. You want my cock, don't you?"
"Ooh, yeah. You are so fucking sexy, Mike. You're fucking driving me crazy."
"What do you need?"
"I need your cock."
"What do you want me to do with it?"
"You know I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me the way you needed me to fuck you."
My mind was racing. For once in my life, I knew what I wanted, and I knew I was going to get it. I wanted to own Sam's body, at least temporarily, and he was offering it, entrusting it, to me. I was going to take it. I pulled him off the stool, turned him around, and used my whole body to press him against the table. Wrapping both arms around his torso, I ground my cock against his ass.
"Is this what you want? You want my cock? Oh, you're gonna get my cock, I swear. You just hang on." I quickly scanned the work area around us and spied a tall bottle of olive oil a few feet away. Grabbing it, I drizzled the fragrant oil on my hard dick and then onto Sam's hole.
I'll be honest, I had never closely examined an asshole before, but to this day Sam's ranks as the prettiest I have ever seen. Nestled in smooth, muscular cheeks, fringed by a wisp of hair, and tight beyond belief, it was just amazing. Tentatively at first, but then more insistently, I began to probe with my oil-slicked fingers, trying to gauge how much Sam could take. He had amazing power over the muscles that controlled his sphincter, and he seemed to be able to relax and contract, alternately loosening and tightening, at will.
I was ready to fuck. I placed my cock against his hole, leaned forward against him and slowly pressed in. I could feel his whole body strain as he accommodated himself to my thickness, but I continued pushing on, waiting for any sign of resistance. None came. In fact, it was just the opposite. As I drove in deeper and deeper, Sam's whole body seemed to want to melt into mine. This sensation was most intense in his guts, which were hand in glove with my cock. But I was acutely aware of every other point of contact between us, my legs against his, my arms around his chest, my mouth on the back of his neck.
The experience of fucking was unparalleled, completely unlike anything I had ever felt or even imagined. The sight of my shiny, hard shaft pumping in and out, filling and stretching Sam's hole, mesmerized me. Each time I stroked in was a completely new sensation, as though the grip of his ass was subtly different, putting pressure on a slightly different region of my cock. Each time I stroked out I experienced the same desire, to reverse course and bury myself even deeper this time. The sensations I was experiencing were so intense that I struggled to remain focused on the moment, on our muscular bodies that were now coated in a sheen of sweat as we pounded against each other.
"Put me, put me on the table. I want to watch you fucking me," Sam said, breathing raggedly.
Taking a chance that the table could hold both of us, I positioned myself directly on top of him as he lay spread out on the cool metal surface. Once again I pushed through his puckered flesh and began to poke and prod every nook and cranny I could reach. Sam's eyes roamed over my body as I fucked him, and he reached down and formed a V with his middle and index fingers, framing his hole so that he could feel my shaft drive in and out.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. That's it," Sam groaned, his voice trailing off.
We were working in complete unison now. His cock was as hard as mine; my ass was as hot as his. We pulled each other's nipples, and then I reached down to stroke his cock, jacking the foreskin back and forth over the head.
"Oooh, oooh, Mike, be careful, oooh, no...oh, I'm gonna cum."
I could feel the first spasms, deep in his ass, and they intensified as more and more muscles began to contract. The sheer strength of his internal grip on my cock surprised me in the most delicious way, and I began to feel myself going over the edge just as Sam shot his powerful load.
"Oh, God," I groaned, pulling almost completely out before I thrust in as far as I could reach. "Oh, fuck." I was buried to the hilt, pumping my cum as deeply as I could into another human being. The feeling was so intense that I was frozen motionless, locked in place, suspended in time. Finally the waves dampened, and I collapsed on top of Sam, still lodged inside of him.
"Did I pass?" I asked, a little playfully.
"Pass what?"
"Lesson number two, stupid."
Sam laughed. "Oh, I definitely think you passed, and I don't even need to grade on the curve. You're sure you never had sex before the last twenty-four hours?"
"Well, I think I'd remember something like this. I know for sure I'll never look at a kitchen table quite the same way." We lay there for a minute. My cock was still vibrating with echoes of the orgasm I had just experienced. "But I guess that I do need to confess something."
"What's that?"
"I have seen you have sex before."
That got Sam to open his eyes. "Really? And when exactly was that?"
"I saw you and Rich out on the patio."
"Is that so. I didn't know I had an audience. Did you enjoy the show?"
"It was very hot. But I am curious, is he, like, your boyfriend?"
Sam laughed. "You are a newbie, aren't you. Let's just say that Rich likes to sample all of the merchandise for himself. And things go a lot easier around here if we keep him happy. I'm a little surprised he hasn't made a move on you, yet. He always likes the swimmers best."
I was silent for a moment, processing this new information.
"I think I like `Sams' best." I began to slowly withdraw my still hard cock, eliciting a hint of a groan. "Come on, I think that we should get dressed and get out of here before somebody catches us."
Sam laughed. "Yeah, you wouldn't want anyone to spy on us, would you?"
We were back in our suite in less than ten minutes. I almost invited Sam to sleep in my bed, but somehow that didn't feel quite right. I wasn't exactly sure where we were at, or if we were at the same place. Only time would tell.