Malcom was home early that day..that very special day. His Mom wasn't. His Dad was still at work and his Sister and brother were in camp. He didn't get to go to camp that summer since instead, he had summer school. Either he went or he wouldn't graduate..that was the ultimadum his high school principal gave him. So Malcom got to attend the graduation ceremony and accept the blank paper rolled up with ribbon. His parents acted like it really was his graduation complete with picture taking, money for the prom and phone calls to relatives. But, like other secrets he kept, the real fact he wouldn't get the diploma until he finished summer school classes in Algebra and Gym. Yes, Gym. He wouldn't particpate, not because he didn't like athletics.....but because he couldn't help but get erections in the locker room. After a talk with a Doctor and his Preist, he had no other choice but use whatever excuses he could to avoid being naked in that room with all the others. The odor of their crotches, the bare buttocks, the towel flipping and the occasional display by one or more exhibitionists were just to much for him. But his real problem was his cock would harden and stay that way. There had been times the others had noticed and gave him so much crap he grabbed his clothes and snuck out. But they never seriously knew he was a fag..even though they called him that from time to time. Outside of Gym, he was just one of the guys with friends, pretty good grades, exceptional talents in writing and music..... He even dated girls.....kind of like going out with his sister, he would say to one or two close friends. But at night he'd remove his pajamas and lay naked on his white sheets...letting his curved penis rise and bob about until his hands stroked it making him explode. His little brother would watch although he was pretending to sleep...in awe of the gyrations Malcom endured during those special times. Malcom told him that someday he'd understand. But Peter wasn't home..neither was anyone else. Malcom stood in the window of his second story bedroom totally naked, curved erection in his hand and watching. In the back yard was Carlos. Carlos muscled back glowed with the sweat from his labors. He had beed working on the quarter acre yard all summer intent on fulfilling the dreams of Malcom's mother. She wanted terraces, flowers, roses, stone walkways, fountains and turning the pool area into a party atmosphere. His Dad had given her Carlos as a birthday gift to make her dreams come true. And by midway through the summer, Carlos' work was beginning to show progress. The boring slopped backyard was terraced and the sounds of the two fountains he installed became part of their lives day and night. Carlos himself became part of the family too. His body joined them for lunches and sometimes dinner. Wrapped only in a towel, Carlos would step from the shower next to Malcom's bedroom and quickly dress. "You don't mind if Carlos uses your bathroom do you dear?" Malcom's mother said. It wasn't really a question..and besides he didn't mind at all. He had talked to Carlos now and then...asked about his muscles...home town....his work as a landscape artist..... Carlos was about six foot tall, mixed blood but looked very hispanic, wide shoulders and full chest and thick thighs which he showed off by wearing cutoffs with slits up each side. And he rarely wore anything else but boots. The sun made his already brown skin darker...and made it glow. More then once Malcom masturbated while watching Carlos work in the yard. He jacked hard..getting closer and closer to the first of at least two orgasms he usually had after classes. Suddenly Carlos looked up and smiled. He waved and stared up. Malcom, naked, erection in hand, didn't know what to do. He stepped back as if to hide from the Carlos view. Carlos laughed and waved again going back to work. A cold shower later, Malcom was in the kitchen when Carlos entered. "Want a beer or coke" Malcom asked daring not to look in Carlos face. "Coke, thanks" He turned so Carlos could be seen out of the corner of his eye. The shirtless man was tipping his head back so the can of coca cola contents would pour down his open throat. He held the can high enough to let the cola pour opening down...like some television ad. "The folks home?" he asked startling Malcom. "Uh no... got home early myself" he explained. "Good" Carlos answered. Malcom wasn't sure why he said that. "You look hot...you know I mean sweaty and stuff" Malcom stammered more words. "Yeah, feels good....tastes good too" Carlos lifted one arm and bent his head over to lap up his own arm pit. He swirled his tongue around and laughed. Malcom laughed too. "Want a taste?" Carlos lifted up the other arm "Come on" Malcom's cock was getting hard. He didn't know why exactly. "Come on....we both know you want to taste me" Carlos smiled and his words seemed encouraging, knowing and inviting. Malcom moved aware his crotch was bulging and visable through the gym shorts he wore. He wore nothing else..and suddenly felt naked. Carlos put his big hand behind Malcom's head and guided him to the armpit. There was no hair. Malcom realized that fact. Carlos was totaly smooth chest, armpits, back, belly. "Go ahead, it'll be a bit salty, but you'll like it" Malcom's nose was inhaling the aroma he loved. But this time it wasn't in a locker room..it eminated from Carlos body. His tongue lapped up sweat...and lapped more. "It's rolling down my sides..get it before it gets on my shorts" Carlos instructed. Forgetting that it wouldn't matter if more sweat was on Carlos shorts or not, Malcom quickly knelt so he could lick the sweat that was rolling down Carlos torso. "Nice.....better come around here" Carlos guided Malcom so he had to move in front and still kneeling bent forward. His head was guided to Carlos chest...the chest Malcom had admired while jacking off many times. This time he got to lick it.... "Do the nipples too" He sucked on them, bit them, nibbled and licked more. "I think you are ready for more" Carlos pushed Malcom back a bit. His eyes looked at the tent in Malcom's shorts. "I know you're ready for more" He unbuttoned his cutoffs and wiggled until they were half way down his thick round thighs, then lifted his legs so they were in his hand. But what mesmorized Malcom was the thick erection that lay in front of him. "You have not hair" he whispered as if breathing. "You'll like it...it sweat more that way" Malcom felt his head being moved closer and closer and soon he was licking the smooth skin where pubic hair had once been, the fleshy sac that rose and fell as if it were some sort of machine and the stalk that was capped by a mushroom shaped head. "Good boy...I knew you were good at this" Malcom mumbled with the big cock in his mouth. Somehow Carlos understood the sounds. "First time? oooo baby, I got me a virgin. Get that crisco can" Malcom reluntantly removed his mouth from the knob of flesh. It's salty taste was delightful..he wondered if the cocks of his school friends would have tasted that way, if he had wasted the opportunity of sucking them, if he had gone naked in the locker room, letting everyone see his excitement, if he would have done then what he's doing now. Absentmindedly he pattered across the kitchen floor and brought Carlos the can. "Smear it all over my big cock" Malcom obeyed wondering what the taste of Crisco and Carlos cock would be. "Take those off" Carlos looked at Malcom's shorts and almost immediately they disappeared. Malcom didn't even remember removing them. "Stand up here" Malcom was standing on the chair facing the man..his cock was soon being sucked by the big jaws he had admired. "Now squat slowly" Malcom's cock dripped with Carlos salava. Feeling the mans big hands holding his hipbones, Malcom squated. About half way down, he realized what was about to happen and he hesitated. "It's ok baby, I taught my brother..I can teach you" Carlos said. Carlos brother was a srawny thin kid who went to city college. He had worked on the weekends with Carlos...and Malcom realized he was jealous seeing the boy with his sex object. Nevertheless he had jacked off standing in his bedroom window watching the two shirtless man work on their hands and knees in the backyard. "Just breathe" Carlos said. Malcom felt the knob against his asshole. Carlos lifted his hips and that made Malcom start. "It's ok baby..you'll take it...." And suddenly inside him, Malcom felt the hard dick pass past a point..his sphinter he realized and up into his bowels. His bare butt was sitting on Carlos lap. His legs hurt begin bent like that. He felt Carlos hands pushing them so they now dangled behind off the chair. He was sitting on Carlos lap, facing the man with the mans cock imbedded upinside him. "Lick" Carlos said and Malcom returned to licking the neck, pecs, nipples and armpits....they tasted even better then before. He felt the mans hands sliding all over him, grasping his own erection and pinching his nipples. Malcom didn't stop or hesitate as his body was being felt, pinched and grabbed. He had work to do.... Carlos began to make little hip movements and Malcom felt he big cock inside him .. he gasped and giggled. Sweat poured from his own armpits as well as Carlos face and body. Malcom quickly lapped up each drop. "We'll take it slow....got lots of time" And Carlos lived up to that statement, slowly fucking Malcom..making him moan and groan..and even beg. Malcom had never fantasized about being fucked but he heard himself begging the man inside him to fuck him..please fuck him. Carlos was already doing that and kept finding new movements, new wiggles, new ways to send different sensations through Malcom's body. The room was getting so hot they felt like they were fucking under the rays of the sun. Carlos bent over pushing Malcom's head back to bit on the sweat coated nipples and pulled the boys armpits to his own mouth. "You think you're the only one who likes the taste" Carlos muttered seeing the expresion on Malcom's face. His cock was in the tight grip of Carlos hand....being jerked until it was almost ready to explode..but somehow Carlos hand would move to the balls or apply pressure and stop the orgasm. "Just about time" Carlos was saying as he was pushing his hips up so fast and hard, Malcom, despite his inexperience, knew the man was about to cum. "You too" Carlos hand was wildly jacking Malcoms cock and too soon the boy was shooting his sperm on Carlos chest, his own body and even as high as their two faces. Carlos was exploding too ... and kept jamming up into the bare buttocks that rested on his lap. "Lick" Carlos breathlessly instructed. Malcom lifted his head from Carlos shoulder where he had collapsed. He licked his own sperm and sweat from Carlos face, neck, chest. The taste was even better then just the sweat he had tasted earlier. Then Carlos moved his head close and invaded Malcom's mouth with his own tongue. The cock in Malcoms ass began to make it's presence known again as Malcom felt the arms surround him..and the tongue explore him. His ass was being fucked again....and this time fast and hard from the start. His own cock was aching hard again..and he grabbed it intent on jacking it as hard as Carlos had just done. Their mouths never parted, their tongues danced with each other and their bodies sweat as if they were farmhands working under the midday sun. Cum came quickly....leaving both breathless. Malcom didn't know what to do next. "Gotta get back to work before your folks come home" Carlos said as he pinched the boys nipples hard enough to make him yelp. "You've had enough for now..but there's a long summer ahead" Carlos patted the bare buttock as Malcom regained his footing so he could get off the mans lap. A loud "pop" was heard as the soft but still large cock left Malcom's butthole. Malcom's expression told Carlos what to say. "It's called phantom dick..it still feels like it's inside you right?" Malcom nodded and smiled while his face blushed with another secret revealed. "You like it don't you?" Carlos said as he wiped the crisco off his cock and stood to put on his shorts. Malcom knelt to lick the dick that was about to disappear into the cutoffs of the man. "Good, then we'll do this again...and again" Carlos said. Malcom remained naked and walked upstairs. He stood in the window watching the man digging into the earth below him. His hand fumbled with his own ball sac and his hardening cock. With the other hand he dialed the phone. "Sammy, come on over I got to talke to you..and show you something" he said to one of his high school buddies. He didn't bother to put his shorts back on. There would be Sammy, Clyde, Derrick and Peter that he needed to talk to..and show them something. And of course there would be Carlos. It was going to be a long summer...and Malcom had learned he liked the taste of sweat.