My Summer Job

My Summer Job, Chapter Seven

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I'm walking down the upstairs hallway in my parents' house. It's dark, but I know the way. It's quiet, except for the sound of my own breath and the beating of my own heart. I can feel the texture of the carpet on the soles of my feet. The tips of my fingers drag along the smooth wall. The shadow I see is only the old oak tree. I reach the top of the stairs and stop, suspended in time and place. I'm frozen, rooted in terror, because he's at the bottom, looking up at me. Looking up at me, but I can't see his face.

I am falling awake and come to with a start. It's still pitch black and quiet. My Big Ben alarm clock ticks reassuringly, and the luminous dial reads 4:00 am. I curl under the covers and all is well and right, except that I'm not alone. Sliding my hand a few inches across the sheet, I find naked flesh. Lying next to me is, who? I parted company with the other guys after we walked up from the boathouse, and I brushed my teeth and took a leak and crawled under the covers alone. But now I'm not alone. I know that I can go to sleep, though, because Sam will tell me in the morning why he came into bed with me.

By the time I woke up, around 9:00, I was curled up against him. I think that we both moved in the night, drawn towards each other. He was still sleeping, so I was quiet. I draped my arm carefully over him, and lightly stroked his nipple, then down his torso, brushing up against his morning wood, and over his thigh to his smooth buttock. He shivered slightly as my fingers meandered over his skin, and I placed my lips on the back of his neck, not really kissing him, just resting there.

A stifled yawn. A tiny stretch. A contented nestle against my body. And Sam was awake.

"So this is a surprise," I whispered.

"Really? I'm not surprised at all," Sam whispered back.

"Maybe that's because you were awake when you got into bed with me, and I wasn't."

"Hmm, could be."

We just lay there for a few minutes, not saying anything, completely comfortable. I began to slowly kiss the back of his neck, tasting him, moving from side to side. I could feel him smile, and he took my hand and placed it on his chest. In tandem we moved my hand up and down, from his neck down to his cock, from nipple to nipple, across his lips, under his balls. His flesh was all smooth hardness, and I wanted it.

I pulled him onto his back and rolled on top of him in one smooth motion. Sam spread his legs, allowing my body to slide comfortably against his. As I leaned down to gently probe his mouth with my tongue, I was acutely aware of the heat emanating from his cock, which was pressing against mine. We slowly rocked against each other, back and forth, up and down, skin on skin.

He looked into my eyes. "Mmm, your cock feels soooo nice on mine."

I raised myself up and looked down at our twin erections. Instinctively, I dribbled saliva into my hand, grasped our rigid shafts, and began to stroke up and down. Sam's cock was just a little bigger than mine, ensuring that every possible square inch of my flesh was in contact with his, and I greedily ground against him as I pumped us together. At first Sam was content to lie back and watch as our slippery organs rubbed against each other. As the intensity of the stimulation increased, though, he put his index finger into his mouth, wetting it, and then inserted it between our cocks. The sudden increase in pressure was electrifying, and he slipped his finger right up to where the base of my head was rubbing against the base of his. Probing and touching and sliding across the excited flesh, all I could think was that I wanted more. Then suddenly he pulled his finger out, and my cockhead made full contact with his, and his skin slid across mine, and I gripped even tighter, and then I was spraying my cum across his body, and he closed his eyes and parted his lips as he shot sperm all over both of us.

I slowly exhaled as my body drifted down next to his and I folded over him. "I guess I don't mind," I murmured.

"Don't mind what?"

"That you barged in here uninvited."

"Well, I peeked in your door, and you looked like you would have invited me if you'd been awake."

"I probably would have invited you the night before, too, but you never seemed to find your way back here."

Sam didn't immediately reply. "I thought you might notice that," he said when he broke the silence. "I was sort of on call that night."

"Really? I didn't know you were a doctor."

"Not that kind of on call." He paused. "You're probably going to figure out that some members here are used to getting what they want, when they want it, and Rich takes that seriously. If somebody wants a pastrami on rye at 2:30 in the morning, they're going to get it."

"So you were making sandwiches?" I asked, arching one eyebrow.

"Well, I didn't literally make any sandwiches. But there's always something that somebody is going to want."

We lay there quietly for a few more minutes, before Sam announced that he was going to go take a shower. As he swung up and out of bed, I saw an angry red welt on his lower back, maybe six or seven inches long.

"What the hell is that?" I asked, reaching out to trace the wound.

"What? " Sam twisted his head and reached around, meeting my hand. "Oh, that. I'm not sure where I got that."

"You're not sure?" I asked incredulously. "I think I'd remember. It must have hurt."

"Yeah, I suppose it was when I slipped coming down the back stairs in the lodge. I came down pretty hard on my back. Maybe I'll have you give me a backrub later on. But I've got to get ready for my shift now." With that, Sam went to shower, and I was left to wonder what had really happened to him.

I just lay in bed awhile, thinking. I wasn't scheduled to work at all that day, and I was frankly looking forward to taking it easy and processing all that had happened to me over the previous week. I had just gotten back from the shower myself, though, and was toweling myself off when Jay poked his head through my door.

"Hey. Rich called while you were in the shower. He wants you to stop by his office around 3:00." He openly eyed my naked body. "Too bad I've got to get to work now."

Just the hint of sex in his voice made blood rush to my cock, even though I had just gotten off with Sam barely an hour before. "Now look what you've done," I laughed as I pointed to my growing erection. "You'd better just get out of here, or I'm gonna jump your bones."

Jay winked at me. "I'll take a rain check," he said and then was gone.

At 3:00 sharp, I knocked on Rich's closed office door.

"Mike, thanks for coming. Please, sit down," he said as I entered.

"No problem. What's up?"

"Well, two things. First, I always try to check in with the new guys, to find out how the job is going. Any complaints so far?"

"No sir. I'm liking it fine. It sure beats any other summer job I've ever had."

"Good. It did seem that you were enjoying some of theÉfringe benefits last night."

I felt my face flush. I had hoped that he wouldn't bring up the previous night. "Yeah, it was a great party. Thanks for letting us use the boathouse."

"No problem." He paused and looked at me intently. "Mike, the other reason I wanted to see you is that I have a potential assignment for you, and I wanted to get your reaction. Some of the members at the club occasionally request special services, and I try to identify staff who are well situated to provide them. Of course, there is additional compensation."

My mouth suddenly felt like it was full of cotton. "What kind of services are you talking about?"

Rich let out a dry laugh. "I think you know what I'm talking about."

"You want me to have sex with the members?"

"Possibly, but not necessarily. Our members have a variety of tastes. Some of them, for instance, just enjoy watching young guys like you doing what comes naturally with each other. Others do like to play a more active role. It varies. Of course, you could choose whether to take each assignment based on what was expected. So, is this the sort of thing that you'd be interested in?"

I thought for a moment. "That depends. How much extra compensation are we talking about?"

Rich smiled cooly. "You're very practical, Mike. I like that. We're talking about maybe $500 for a night's work."

My mind raced. Five hundred dollars was a lot of money. But could I do this and still look in the mirror in the morning? I think that Rich sensed my hesitation.

"You don't need to make a decision right now. You could wait until I find your first assignment. What we should do now, though, is shoot your video for the catalog, as I call it. The members use the videos to screen potential candidates. It's just so they know what you look like. Does that seem reasonable? Are you on board with the team?"

Rich was very pleased when I agreed. "Excellent. Let me call Paul and tell him to set up the video equipment, and we can get started."

Ten minutes later we were in one of the guest rooms, where Paul Morgan, Idlewild's maintenance chief, was setting up a tripod with a video camera on it. I could see that he also had a handheld camera sitting nearby. After introductions were made, Rich turned to me.

"So, are we ready to get started? What I'd like you to do, Mike, is sit on the bed and start undressing. Once your done, we'll just go from there."

Feeling a little uneasy, I followed Rich's instructions. As I started unbuttoning my shirt, Paul turned on the stationary camera and picked up the handheld. Rich was standing back, just watching. As Paul watched me through the viewfinder of the camera in his hands, he began to goad me on.

"Come on Mike, let's make it really sexy. You've got a very hot body, and now's your chance to show it off."

First my shirt came off, and then my jeans. As I leaned back, clad only in my underwear, I slowly ran my hands over my bare skin.

"Yeah, that's the way to do it, tease us a little before the underwear comes off. You know we want to see that hard cock of yours, but you need to make us beg for it."

I was starting to get excited, showing off for Rich and Paul, both of whom were very sexy older guys. I couldn't keep thoughts of Rich's naked body out of my mind, and I wondered what Paul would look like out of his clothes. He was very masculine, very muscular and self-assured. Reaching into my boxer briefs to stroke my cock, I wondered what his closely trimmed beard would feel like on my skin. He moved in closer with the camera, training its lens on my crotch.

"Yeah, Mike, you like to play with yourself, don't you? But when are you gonna show us that cock? You know that's what we want to see."

Taking a deep breath, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and slowly began to pull the fabric down. The thick root of my hard cock appeared first, and then inch after inch of shaft, then, as the head came into view, my full erection sprang back and bounced against my stomach.

"Oh yeah," Paul groaned, holding the camera barely a foot away from my cock. "You are fucking gonna drive them crazy." As I slowly stroked my shaft, Paul began to systematically explore my body with the camera, roaming across every inch of skin. He was very close to me, so close that I could smell his masculine aroma. I was also aware of Rich, standing a few feet away, unzipping his pants and taking his enormous cock out. Involuntarily I licked my lips. I was hungry for cock, almost drunk on lust.

"OK, Mike, spread those legs wide so we can all see those big low-hanging balls of yours. I bet those fuckers are full of cum, aren't they?" He moved in between my legs, training the lens on my cock and balls. "Rich, I think our boy want to suck some cock. What do you think?"

Rich started removing the rest of his clothes. "I think he's gonna suck some cock whether he wants to or not." Quickly naked, Rich moved in to position next to my head. I turned, trying to capture him with my mouth, but he place a hand on my forehead and turned me so that I was staring at the ceiling. As Paul continued to record, Rich began to rub the full length of his erection across my lips, from the head down across the entire shaft. I nursed on the hot, slippery flesh like a baby on a bottle, stimulating it with my tongue and lips. I was a little intimidated by its size, afraid that I wouldn't be able to fit it in my mouth, but I was still eager to try. Looking down, I could see that now Paul was jacking his own thick cock, which he had taken out of his pants.

"Are you gonna feed this boy what he wants?" Paul asked.

Rich didn't answer verbally. Instead, he pulled me up and onto all fours and planted his enormous club on my lips. As Paul moved in close with the camera, Rich used his cock head to part my lips and thrust in. My eyes watered as I struggled to adjust to the massive invasion, but I was so fevered that I was able to will myself to accommodate as much as he would give me.

"Oh fuck," Rich groaned as he sawed in and out of my mouth. "Are you getting this on tape?"

"I got it all. But I gotta get out of these clothes." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Paul put down his handheld camera and start to strip. "Don't worry, the tripod camera is still running."

"Good. You want a turn on his mouth? I'm going to check out his ass."

By this point I knew that, not only was I not in charge of this situation, but these two men were prepared to do whatever they wanted with my body. I sensed that, at this point, there was nothing I could do to stop what was about to unfold. Not that I was an unwilling participant; my level of excitement had increased to the point where I probably would have followed them anywhere or done anything. In fact, I was finding this submission to their masculine power a little intoxicating.

Paul moved into position in front of me, giving me a good look at his broad, hairy chest, crowned by thick, meaty nipples, and his darkly throbbing penis. He leaned down and kissed me hard on the mouth, rubbing my face with his prickly beard. "You're doing great Mike. You're the hottest fuck I've seen in a long time."

Instead of replying, I dove onto his cock, taking the thick, bulbous head into my mouth and rolling my tongue around it. At the same time I became aware of Rich's fingers spreading my ass cheeks and probing my hole. I flinched when he squirted cool lube onto the puckered flesh and began to smear it around. Groaning, I kept sucking on Paul's meat as Rich inserted his fingers into my canal, stretching it and opening it up. My whole body was on fire, and I almost lost it when Rich reached between my legs and stroked my cock with his slick hand.

"It wouldn't take much to make you shoot, would it Mike? Well, don't get any ideas, because I'm gonna use my cock to make you cum. After today, you're gonna beg for my cock every chance you get."

Rolling my eyes up, I could see Paul, whose cock was still pumping my mouth, watching Rich lube himself up and slowly push through my hole. It was almost more than I could take, and I began to struggle and flail around a bit as he poked through. Paul grabbed my shoulders, though, and Rich grabbed my hips, and they held me in place until the worst of the pain passed. As Rich probed deeper, I was able to relax enough to allow him access, but I still had an intense sensation of complete fullness. I could feel his flesh dragging and scraping along the walls of my anal canal.

Rich and Paul began to powerfully fuck me from both ends. I completely lost track of time and space. In my mind's eye, I could see cocks pumping into my mouth and my ass, and my cock was bouncing and throbbing every time Rich plunged in, and Paul's cock tasted salty and bitter and sweet, and blood was flowing into my nipples, or were they Paul's, and I reached up and ran my fingers across his hairy chest, and enormous balls pounded against mine, and I felt a tremor, a spasm, a clenching. Every muscle in my body was in stark relief as the orgasm welled up inside of me, starting deep in my groin. As cock filled me up, sperm began to flow out of my balls, and my powerful muscles began to contract, pumping the sticky cum into my swollen and slippery penis, and then it was jetting out of the tip as my anus clamped down on Rich's impossibly thick dick.

"Son of a bitch," he groaned, as he drove in to the hilt, driving open the constricted canal. "I'm gonna fill him up with cum." Simultaneously, Paul grunted and grabbed the sides of my face, holding my nose in his pubic hair as he pumped his load directly into my throat. "Oh fuck," Rich exclaimed as he injected his semen deep into my guts.

I think that every hair on my body was standing on end, and every muscle was flexed, as I felt wave after wave of my orgasm wash over me while Rich and Paul filled me up. When they were done, we were all motionless for a minute. Soon, though, they pulled out, and I collapsed to one side. My torso was coated with my cum, which I had sprayed all over, and I could feel Rich's sperm dribbling out of my ass.

Rich spoke first. "So, did we get all that on tape?"

Paul laughed. "If we didn't, I'd be willing to do it all again. But I think I'll be able to splice something really good together. Mike here is gonna be really popular."

"Just make sure I have the tape on my desk by tomorrow morning." Rich started getting dressed. "I've got things to do," he said brusquely. He glanced over at me. "You'll hear from me when I have an assignment for you." With that, he left.

Suddenly, I felt very naked, and I rolled so that my leg was covering my cock. Still nude, Paul started packing up the video equipment, but he did smile over in my direction.

"Seriously, that was pretty amazing," he said. "I meant it when I said you'd be popular. If you want to, you could make a lot of money off of the members."

"Are there really that many gay members?"

Paul snorted. "Gay? You'd better never call them that, or your ass'll be in a sling. Most of them wouldn't dream of calling themselves gay. They just happen to like to fuck guys, or get fucked by guys, or watch guys fuck. But they're not gay, according to them. Their wives wouldn't like it if they were."

"I don't think I get it."

"Your job isn't to get it. Your job is to do what they want you to do."

I lay there and watched him get dressed.

"See you later, kiddo. Go ahead and take a shower before you leave, if you want." With that, he was gone.

I relaxed for a few minutes before getting under the hot and stinging spray. The soap and water washed away the sticky cum, but not my questions. Was my job really just to do what they wanted me to do? What about what I wanted to do? Did I have any choice? At that moment, I did not really know.