My Summer Job, Chapter Eight
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I was a bundle of nerves over the next couple of days. Every time the phone rang or there was a knock on the door, I jumped about ten feet in the air, thinking that it might be Rich with my first "assignment." I frankly didn't know how I would react if I did get the call. I kept telling myself that I hadn't made any decision, and I could always chicken out at the last minute. But I think I knew that I would be tempted to go through with it the first time, and that scared me. What was I getting myself into?
The only thing that calmed me down at all was the comfortable rhythm of life with the other guys on the staff. Those were good times. Sitting around talking and laughing. Working out, or watching TV together. Raiding the refrigerator. Late night card games. And, of course, a pretty uninhibited sexual environment. Except for the sex, I was doing the same sorts of things with my new friends that I had always done with my buddies and teammates, but something was definitely different. Now I could let my guard down without worrying about anyone's reaction. I could finally just be myself, openly and honestly, and it was a tremendous relief. At times I felt almost giddy, euphoric at the simple pleasure of being true to myself. I couldn't remember ever feeling that way before, and it was something that I didn't ever want to lose.
Not even an early morning shift on Friday could dampen my newfound enthusiasm for life. It was barely 6:30 when my suitemate Jay and I headed to the athletic complex, which we were assigned to clean along with a couple of the other guys. I guess Jay didn't appreciate the spring in my step as we made our way down the path, munching on bagels and drinking bottles of juice.
"What's up with you, Mike?" he said as he turned his bleary eyes in my direction. "Don't you realize it's six fucking thirty in the morning? Slow down, will you?"
I laughed. "Jay, I've got better things to do than to hang out with your sorry ass. The sooner we get there the sooner we can get started, and the sooner we get started the sooner I'm off for the rest of the day."
"My sorry ass! That's cold, man. Nobody's ever called my ass sorry before."
In all fairness to Jay, I didn't really think his ass was sorry, either. He played catcher on his college baseball team, and he had the massive thighs and solid glutes that you would expect from spending so much time in the crouch. The rest of him wasn't half bad, either. Since the incident on the island that set everything in motion, I couldn't really keep the picture of his naked body out of my mind whenever I was with him, and I hoped that it was only a matter of time before we were in the right place at the right time.
Brian and Antonio, the other half of the cleaning crew, were waiting for us by the time we got to the gym. They proposed that they take the equipment rooms and we take the spa wing. This seemed fair at the time, though I quickly realized that they had gotten the better end of the deal when I saw how much tile we would have to scrub. Resigned to the outcome of our bad bargaining, Jay and I kicked off our shoes, stripped off our T-shirts, and got to work.
We started in the steam room and had it spic and span relatively quickly. I did a double take when we moved on to the next room in the complex.
"OK, I give up. What the fuck is that?" I asked, gesturing at a giant, free-standing tub filled to the brim with what looked like steaming brown muck.
Jay grinned. "That, my boy, is mud, and lots of it. Haven't you ever seen a mud bath before?"
I looked at him skeptically. "A mud bath? Who would want to take a bath in dirt?"
"Not dirt, you idiot. Mud. Pure volcanic ash and plenty of hot water. Don't knock it till you've tried it."
I still wasn't convinced, but Jay didn't seem to be in the mood to give up. "I guess I'm just going to have to show you how it's done," he said as he slipped his shorts and underwear off before stepping into the tub. Slowly exhaling, he lowered himself into the bubbling mud. "Oh, oh, oh, hot, hot, hot. Mmm, but verrrry nice." He went deeper and deeper into the mud, until his entire body was submerged. A completely contented smile spread across his face as he settled in.
"Mmmkay, Mike, why don't you just finish cleaning up, and I'll manage from here," Jay said, looking my way through half-closed eyes. "Of course, if you wanna get dirty, there's plenty of room in here for you, too."
Although I thought the whole concept was crazy, Jay clearly loved the way the mud felt, which made me curious. Trying to keep an open mind, I stripped off my remaining clothes and swung into the tub down by Jay's feet. I quickly realized how wrong I had been. The thick, hot, caressing mud enveloped my body as I sank deeper and deeper, warming me and relaxing every muscle. It really was like nothing I had ever experienced before. The mud almost seemed to be alive as I slid into the space between Jay's legs, where I came to rest.
"Mmm, you like?" Jay asked.
"Oh yeah, I like. This is unbelievable."
We both just lay there for a few minutes, soaking in the moist, fertile goo that bubbled around us. At some point I shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable, and my leg brushed up against Jay's. The feeling of my skin gliding across his, lubricated by the slippery mud, was extremely intense. Operating on a purely instinctive level, I began to slide my legs up, over, and along his. The mud created its own peculiar kind of friction that seemed to heighten the sensation caused by the contact between our bodies. Jay groaned as I started using my feet to massage his muscular thighs.
"Oh, yeah. That's nice."
I continued the massage, moving higher and higher until my feet reached his groin, where they made contact with his erect cock. Holding it between my feet, I massaged gently up and down its rigid length. A smile spread across Jay's face.
"I guess you're the early bird," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"You're the early bird, and you're gonna get the worm. Just look."
Jay reached down through the mud and grasped my feet, pulling them off of his cock. As he rotated his hips up, I could sense his movements being transmitted through the viscous medium that we were immersed in. I watched in fascination as, midway between us, the bubbling surface parted and a plum-shaped bulb appeared out of the liquid earth. Slowly the stalk emerged and reached towards the ceiling. It was like watching a time-lapse nature film of some erotic plant's growth. There was something very primitive about the way Jay's mud-covered organ protruded, twitching, from the rich goo in the tub, growing until it reached its full eight-inch height. Mesmerized, I reached out to touch it.
"You about ready to get out?" Jay asked.
"Get out to get off?" I replied.
"I think that's the idea." Jay hoisted himself up and stood before me. His powerful body was an amazing sight. Every hard muscle was coated with the thick mud that streamed off of him. I stood up as well, and we began to kiss and rub against each other. The feeling of contact between our slippery bodies drove every rational thought out of my head. All I wanted was to feel more of Jay's flesh on mine. I wanted every point on my body to make contact with every point of his. It didn't take long, however, for the mud to begin to dry, and Jay took me by the hand and led me over to the shower area. He turned on the water for a handheld nozzle and gave it to me. "You wanna clean me off?"
I took the hose and began to rinse his body. As I sprayed, the fine, dark hairs on his arms emerged, his bulging biceps and thick pecs came into stark relief, the trail of fur that started at his navel became a river of water, and the purple color of his thick cock revealed itself. As I cleaned each area, from his neck down to his feet, I tasted the newly rinsed skin. It was delicious and earthy. When I moved behind Jay and began to rinse the crack of his ass, he got down on all fours, giving me complete access to his hole. He groaned as I trained the spray nozzle directly on the puckered flesh. After the last spot of mud was rinsed away, I grasped his cheeks with my hands and parted them wide, giving my tongue a clear shot. I thought he was going to go crazy as I probed into his muscular catcher's ass, and I was so turned on that I got a little weak-kneed as my tongue made contact with the tender flesh.
"Oooooh yeah," Jay groaned, unable to express a more coherent thought, as I licked and probed and sucked at his anus. Tentatively at first, but then more forcefully, I brought my lips into full contact with the twitching flesh, kissing and nipping as it pulsed. All I could think about was wanting to light a fire in Jay's ass, one that could only be extinguished by me fucking him. It didn't take long to completely open up his smoldering tunnel with my tongue.
"Come on, Mike, we've gotta find some lube, because I've gotta ride your dick."
I grabbed a bottle of lotion from a supply cabinet and handed it to Jay. He squirted some out and smeared it across the length of my rock-hard cock before reaching back to prep himself. I spread a large towel on the floor, lay back, and watched as Jay squatted over my hips. My cock was as stiff as a flagpole and sticking straight up, and I easily found my target as Jay lowered himself towards me. He groaned loudly as he felt the contact between my head and his hole, and he pushed down as I thrust slightly upward. Popping through, the sensation was fantastic. My cockhead was tightly encased in the slippery flesh, and all I could think about was that I wanted to bury myself deeper. Jay seemed ready to oblige me, as he flexed his massive thighs and continue to ride me down. My eyes were glued to the junction of our bodies; it was incredibly exciting to watch my cock disappear into his body as his own erection bobbed from side to side.
I remember thinking in a brief moment of lucidity that fucking in this position is best done with a catcher. When Jay bottomed out and began to ride my dick, he was able to bring all of his baseball experience to bear on the problem. Hands on his knees, muscles flexing, he worked his way up and down my shaft, producing the necessary friction as he rode my dick. The strength in his powerful legs enabled him to continuously adjust his position to create contact between my cock and the exact spot in his ass that most craved it. I noticed that, every time my cockhead passed a particular spot, he grunted in obvious pleasure.
"You like it right there, don't you?" I said, jabbing slightly .
"Fuck yeah, that's the sweet spot. Every time you hit there I think I'm gonna shoot."
"Every time I hit this?" I said as I poked.
"Ooooh, yeah," Jay groaned , as his own cock twitched. "I think that's my prostate."
"That's your own fucking strike zone, isn't it?"
Jay just groaned in response. As he rode, I reached up and began to feel his hot, sexy body. All of the guys I had slept with so far had been in great shape, but Jay was clearly the most buff. His skin was stretched taut across the muscles that were in the process of receiving an intense sexual workout. He seemed to like it when I massaged his pecs and began to lightly twist his dark nipples, and he went crazy when I lubed my hand and stroked his meaty dick. It was already slippery from the precum that he was leaking out of the slit, and I spread this up and down the veiny shaft. As I stroked with one hand, I reached down and tugged at his balls with the other, pulling the heavy sac down.
"Oh yeah, play with my nuts," Jay said, breathing deeply.
"Are they full of cum?" I asked hoarsely. "Are they full of a big load? They're as big as fucking baseballs."
"Fuck yeah. I'm gonna shoot a big fucking load all over you." I could feel Jay's balls start to pull up against his body, preparing to pump their contents. The combination of sights, sounds, smells, and feelings was overwhelming me, and I could sense that things were starting to happen in my body, that I was being pushed over an edge. As I stroked Jay's cock, his whole body seemed to stiffen and he thrust his legs open even wider as he dropped down like a stone, burying me inside of him. A very fine initial spray of cum droplets shot out of his slit, raining down on my smooth torso. There was a short pause, and then a huge wad of sticky sperm jetted out, landing on the floor over my shoulder.
As Jay shot his load, his ass went into convulsions. The powerful muscles lining the canal seemed to ripple along the length of my cock, which was buried deeply inside. This milking action was the last straw, and I roughly jammed the last millimeters of my cock into Jay's ass as I came long and hard. I could feel my sticky sperm pool above my head and then start to trickle down, coating the walls of Jay's ass.
"Whew, now that's a great way to start the day," Jay exclaimed as he leaned down to brush his lips against mine. "I may need another shower, though."
"I'll wash and you can rinse," I said, laughing.
"Deal."
We relaxed awhile under the hot spray of the shower, using soap and water to explore each other's body. We were just finishing up when Antonio poked his head through the door. He laughed when he took in the scene.
"I guess I know why you guys aren't done yet. Brian and I just finished up our part, but don't get any ideas that we're going to do your work for you."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jay said. "We just had more important things to do, but we'll get to the janitor work. Mike had some very important training to take care of."
"Is that what you call it, training? It sounds like your taking a page out of Rich's book." With that, Antonio left, and Jay and I got back to cleaning.
After we finished, Jay and I grabbed some lunch with some of the other guys, kicked back awhile, and then I spent some time working out at the pool. The cold water felt good, both physically and mentally. I was very relaxed by the time I got back to my room for a quick shower and change of clothes. I was just pulling a fresh shirt over my head when the phone rang.
"Hello," I answered.
"Hello, Mike? This is Rich. I have an assignment for you."