My Summer Job, Chapter Six
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We all paid for that day off. For four days straight, I worked like a dog, as did the entire staff at Idlewild, thanks to the traditional Memorial Day "Kickoff Weekend." From 7:00 am on Friday, when we were all supposed to report for the lodge cleanup detail, to 7:00 pm on Monday, when I carried the last bag out to a waiting Mercedes, I was everything from a janitor to a waiter to a handyman to a gardener to a bellhop. All in the name of making life easier for a group of men who had it pretty damn easy to begin with. I suppose I was grateful for the job, but some of the members got to me a little. It wasn't that they all treated me like some guy from the wrong side of the tracks. In fact, some of them were even relatively friendly (and big tippers). It was more the way the worst among them just looked right through me, as though I didn't even exist. To them, I was just part of the background, no more worthy of attention than a potted plant.
The weekend was doubly hard because I barely saw Sam at all. It would be an understatement to say that what had happened between us had turned me completely inside out. My mind and body were both off to the races. All I could think about was sex. But that would apparently have to wait until the end of the weekend. I worked late Friday night, and Sam did on Saturday. I didn't even see him at all until Sunday morning, when our paths crossed in the lobby of the main lodge.
"Hey there," I said. "You staying out of trouble?"
"Well, trying to, anyway." Sam smiled. "Been doing any cooking in the kitchen?"
I think I turned a little red, and I definitely felt my cock stir. "Not since the other night. But I would like to try a new recipe sometime. Hopefully soon. You hungry?"
Sam was about to say something when Rich walked over to us. He gave me a hard look before turning to Sam. "I need to have a word with you for a moment."
They went in to Rich's office. Through the open door I could see them talking without hearing what they said. Sam kept shaking his head in response to whatever Rich was saying, but our boss did not appear to be willing to take no for an answer. Finally, after a few minutes, Sam reluctantly nodded his head and slowly walked back into the lobby. I caught up to him just as he was walking out onto the porch.
"What was that all about?" I asked.
"Nothing," Sam said, eyes cast down to the ground.
"I'm not sure I believe that."
Sam smiled tightly. "Don't you know that you're just supposed to believe, and everything will be alright?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing."
I looked at him closely. "Sam, are you sure there's nothing wrong?"
Sam paused. "I'm sure."
His eyes would not meet mine when I looked at him. "I want you to promise that you'll tell me if you're in some kind of trouble."
"Scout's honor."
I saw just the hint of a sly smile. "Why don't I believe you were a Boy Scout?"
He looked at me with mock indignation. "Now just where do you think I learned all of those tricks I've been showing you, if I never made it to the Boy Scout jamboree?"
With that, we parted ways. For the rest of the day, though, I kept thinking about what I had seen and Sam's subsequent behavior. Something was definitely wrong. I was doubly worried when Sam didn't come back to the suite before I went to bed, and he wasn't there when I woke up the next morning. It didn't appear that he had slept in his bed. I asked Tim if he knew where Sam had been the previous night, and he just shrugged his shoulders.
"I guess that he found a friend and slept in his room." He playfully tousled my hair. "It happens, Mikey. I think that you might want to be careful about getting too attached to our friend Sam. I don't think he's the marrying kind."
I tried to muster a smile. "Yeah, it's no big deal. There just seemed to be something up with him yesterday, and he wouldn't tell me what it was."
"Well, I know how to get your mind off of Sam. A bunch of us are going down to the boathouse tonight, to celebrate the end of the weekend. I'm sure that if we try hard enough we can distract you. Just come back here when you're done with your shift, and we'll go down together."
I decided that Tim was right. I had gotten way ahead of myself with Sam. He was probably just waking up from a hedonistic night with one of the many candidates among the staff. He might even have been with one of the members of the club. Or maybe he and Rich actually were involved in some sort of relationship, and I had witnessed nothing more than a lovers' quarrel. There were a million possibilities, and I looked a little foolish under most of them. I guess that I would try to forget Sam and let off a little steam down at the boathouse.
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The setting sun was painting golden red streaks on the shimmering water of the lake by the time Tim and I walked down the path to the boathouse. The low-slung building hugged the lake's shoreline, affording expansive water views through the walls of windows in the nicely appointed main lounge, where about twenty guys were drinking beer while they talked and laughed. I let out a low whistle when I saw the acres of polished wood, brass, and glass.
"Wow. These are really nice digs. I'm surprised that the club lets the staff use it."
"Well, Rich knows that he needs to let us blow off a little steam, especially after these long weekends." Tim replied. "As long as we don't trash the joint, we're OK. You want a beer?"
"Sure."
We walked over to the bar, where Kirk, my buddy from school, was talking with a blond guy I hadn't met yet.
He flashed a smile in my direction. "Dude, what's going on? I see you survived your first weekend!"
"No worse for wear, but I do need one of those beers." I grabbed a cold bottle out of the large bar sink, which someone had filled with ice and a couple of cases of beer. "Actually, I think the job is going pretty well. I owe you big time for getting me in here."
"Well, the word is that you've settled in pretty well," Kirk said, smirking a little. "Especially with your roommates."
I could feel blood rush to my cheeks. "Uh, yeah, they're pretty easy to live with, I guess."
"You mean pretty fun to live with. Come on, dude, I'm just glad that my gaydar is still rated at one hundred percent. I took a big chance on you."
"And I'm just glad I didn't let you down." I turned to the other guy and extended my hand. "I'm Mike, by the way."
"I'm Robbie. Nice to meet you."
As the three of us stood there talking and drinking our beers, I began to get an erection. I had already seen Kirk naked in the locker room at school and had lusted from afar. He had a gorgeous body, all sculpted planes of lean muscle that filled out his T-shirt. His prominent nipples were clearly visible under the tight cotton fabric. During swim season he kept his whole body shaved, and I wondered how the clipped hair looked when it started growing back, as it surely had. I could only imagine what Robbie's body would look like. His shorts permitted me to see his powerful legs, the result of playing on the university soccer team, I later learned. The hair on his tan legs and forearms was bleached golden by the sun, and I found myself wanting to reach out and run my fingers across the downy fur.
At some point, I became aware that guys were starting peel off, in groups of two or three. They settled on the big couches and window seats, and a couple even stretched out on the carpeted floor. As I scanned the room, guys were making out, pulling each other's T-shirts off, unzipping shorts, and generally opening their bodies up to each other. Kirk boldly reached out and groped first my crotch and then Robbie's.
"Are you guys ready for fun and games, or do you just want to stand here and talk all night?"
Robbie smiled. "Oh, I'm ready. I didn't jack off all weekend, so I'm horny as hell. You in, Mike?"
My heart was pounding, but I tried to act nonchalant. "Oh yeah, I'm in. Hey, Kirk, do you think Robbie needs all these clothes?"
Kirk laughed. "Oh I don't think so. Why don't you get his shorts, and I'll get his T-shirt?"
Kirk skinned off Robbie's tee in one stroke, but my fingers were literally shaking as I tried to unbutton his shorts. Finally I succeeded, pulled the zipper down, and the shorts fell to the ground, revealing that Robbie wasn't even wearing underwear. As Kirk began to explore our blond friend's mouth, I dropped to my knees and nuzzled the blunt tip of his cock. Although it was relatively short, Robbie's cock was fat enough that it stretched my lips as I tried to take it in my mouth. I must have been doing something right, judging by the way he tried to thrust himself deeper into my mouth, but I needed to restrain him a bit, or I wouldn't be able to handle his thick shaft. I put my hands on his muscular, furry thighs and held on, enabling me to hold him back a little and control our tempo.
"Yeah, Mike, you like to suck that cock, don't you?" Kirk said, staring down at the union of my mouth and Robbie's fat erection. "How'd you like another?" He deftly unfastened his shorts and stepped out of them, and I was suddenly eye-to-eye with my teammate's prong. Almost in a trance, I pulled off Robbie's cock and took Kirk's compact head into my mouth. As my lips crawled down his shaft, it got thicker and thicker, filling my mouth fuller and fuller. Eventually I reached the root, and my nose nestled in Kirk's soap-scented pubes. I swear I couldn't have taken another inch.
First one and then the other, I kept sucking them like a man possessed, until they both pulled me up and stripped off my clothes. Kirk had pulled off his shirt, so he stood there completely nude. I ran my hands over the clipped hairs that were growing back on his hard pectorals and gently twisted his thick, meaty nipples. This attention kept him as hard as a rock, and he was leaking a steady stream of slippery precum, which I used to lubricate his cock.
"You guys know what we're gonna do?" Kirk hissed as the three of us ground our bodies against each other. "Mike here is gonna fuck Robbie, and I'm gonna fuck Mike at the same time. We're gonna make a little sandwich here."
Robbie immediately dropped to the floor on all fours, presenting his furry buttcrack for me to do whatever I wanted. What I wanted to do at that particular time was fuck him. Kirk borrowed some lube from a couple of guys who were fucking on a nearby couch, and I prepped Robbie's ass and my cock. Slowly I eased in, watching as inch after inch of my cock disappeared into the golden-fringed hole. I was ready to start fucking as soon as I bottomed out, but I could feel Kirk parting my cheeks with his hands, and then poking at my sensitive flesh with his slippery fingers. As he probed deeper and deeper, my brain went into overdrive. I didn't know whether to concentrate on the awesome feeling of my cock encased in Robbie's hot, tight, velvety ass, or on Kirk's fingers filling me up from the rear.
My dilemma was even more profound when I felt Kirk's cock knocking at my back door. He reached around my body with his arms, held me in place, rubbed his stubbled chest against my back, and poked through. God, it was great. I held myself almost motionless as Kirk penetrated deeper into my ass, slipping the thickest part of his dick through my straining sphincter. Finally, I felt Kirk's low-hanging balls knocking against mine, and he leaned forward and slipped his tongue into my ear.
"You ready to fuck?" he asked.
Wordlessly I nodded, and we both began to rhythmically thrust in and out. I was both impaling and being impaled, experiencing the friction of sex in every conceivable way. I leaned forward and held on to Robbie's muscular torso, balancing myself in what felt like the eye of a sexual hurricane. All throughout my body nerve endings were flickering on and then burning bright. Robbie's ass was sheer heaven. As I thrust in, I could feel him tighten down, constricting his channel and increasing the pressure on my dick. It felt fantastic, and I tried to imitate his technique as Kirk pumped into my ass. He groaned loudly as my ass muscles clamped down, squeezing and milking his cock.
"Jesus Christ. Oh fuck, oh fuck," Kirk groaned. He greedily increased his tempo, pulling almost all of the way out before driving in to the hilt. I responded by speeding my assault on Robbie's ass, which he clearly loved. Scanning the room, I could see that we were just one group among many. Everywhere I looked, guys were fucking and sucking with complete abandon. Only a week or so before, I could hardly imagine what it would be like to have sex with another guy, and now I was in the middle of an orgy.
The sensations emanating from my cock and ass gradually intensified and melded together, until they were solid waves of pleasure pulsating throughout my body. At that point I knew that it was only a matter of a very short period of time before I came, and I reached around and began jerking Robbie's cock, wanting to get him off at the same time as me. He was hotter than a firecracker, and experienced enough to know that I was pretty far gone and ready to shoot, so it didn't take very much to get him right up to the brink.
"Come on Mike, let it go. I want to feel you cum in my ass."
That was all it took. I thrust in a final time and, just as I exploded, felt jets of hot sperm erupt from Robbie's cock into my hand. Within seconds, Kirk let out a loud yell and ground into me, flooding my ass with his milky cum. As my eyes came back into focus, I looked around and saw a couple of the other guys looking in our direction and smiling. But I also saw Richard Gray standing in the doorway, taking in the whole scene, but ultimately bringing his gaze to rest on Robbie, Kirk and me. His eyes narrowed when they made contact with mine, and he then turned around and left. I fleetingly wondered what that meant, why he was there. But I really wanted to savor my orgasm, and the feeling of contact between my body and my friends' bodies, so I filed that thought away. I would think about what it all meant later.