Date: Sun, 08 Jan 2006 10:46:36 -0500
From: S. Teller <swga7777@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Life Worth Living - Chapter 6

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A Life Worth Living - Chapter 6

Continuing from Chapter 5 and moving ahead slightly to avoid getting bogged
down in redundant detail (which we all do enjoy), I'll recap slightly.

It's the Summer of 1964, I'll be turning 16 a few weeks after school starts
in the Fall. I'm working on a part time job waiting tables at an "all you
can eat" catfish restaurant. I also do yard work for a few people during the
Summer, and am a member of the high school swim team. This Summer I began
working on a regular basis for Mr. C, the Junior English teacher at the high
school. Mr. C is independently wealthy from old money investments. He's
early 40's in age and appears to be totally gay. I was recommended to him by
a "friend of a friend" that I spent some time with. Mr. C contacted my
parents about me doing "yard work" for him and after an interview during
which he exerted no pressure whatsoever, I decided to "work" for him not so
much doing yard work as "doing" Mr. C. He seems to be a decent fairly well
adjusted guy who is discreet to extremes, no one seems to know anything
about his preferences except those who are included. Since he pays really
well for the "work", and I'm saving up for a car when I turn 16 then it's a
win win situation for both of us. I know it's a strange kind of arrangement,
after all, I'm a pretty intelligent person, but it's a situation I can take
advantage of as long as it appears safe.

The Summer was progressing nicely. Wade and Bill both had jobs so we didn't
get to spend much time together. Jason had gone to Colorado to spend the
Summer with an Aunt and Uncle so we wouldn't see him until almost time for
school to start. I was doing swim team practice at the field house every
morning, then working on someone's yard most afternoons, then the restaurant
a couple of evenings a week. Usually 2 or 3 afternoons a week after I
finished mowing grass I'd go over to Mr. C's to clean up. I told Mom and Dad
that he had a lot of odds and ends of yard work and he had asked me to come
by for a little while or longer whenever I wanted to. Mr. C had an office in
his house and conducted his personal investment business from home, keeping
track of and buying and selling stocks and bonds as well as real estate.
Some afternoons I would show up while he was working at that and he would
just have me make myself comfortable while he finished up. Mr. C had given
me a room of my own at his house, it was a quite large house and I still
hadn't seen all the rooms. There were probably seven or eight bedrooms and
as many bathrooms. Many years later someone bought the house and turned it
into a "bed and breakfast".  When he was busy when I arrived I would go to
my room, take a quick shower and change into one of the swim suits he had
bought me and go to the pool to swim or sun. He liked to walk up on me
there. Mr. C bought me some very skimpy string bikini swim suits in men's
styles, meaning with a generous pouch in the front to wear when I was there
with him and we weren't just nude together. He enjoyed taking them off of
me. They rode very low on the hips since my waist was so trim that what fit
well on the waist didn't fir the hips and vice versa. They also fit very
snuggly over my well rounded muscular butt, which seemed to be a favorite
place for him to "play", much to my enjoyment.

On a particular afternoon in July I was sunning by the pool wearing a "hot
pink" bikini when Mr. C came out. He shed his shorts and came over where I
was laying, sitting down.

"I have a couple of friends coming this afternoon,", He said. "In fact, they
should be here shortly.".

"Do you want me to leave ?", I asked. Disappointed that I might not get paid
fully for the afternoon, or get fucked fully.

"Not unless you want to. Hey are both from Birmingham so they don't have any
idea who you are.". This was the pivotal point the and I had agreed on. As
long as nothing was done that would jeopardize discretion, we were cool
about whatever was happening. "They are also into pretty much everything you
and I have ever done together. They'll be staying until tomorrow afternoon.
We have some business to conduct but if you want to stay and help entertain
them after we're finished with the business stuff you're more than welcome.
If you want to I'll tell them enough about our arrangement that they'll pay
you a little something extra for the time. Nothing gross, just enough to let
them know that you're my "yard boy" with benefits".

Realizing it could be a very profitable afternoon, I quickly agreed. Leaning
over and kissing me warmly Mr. C didn't seem in any hurry to consummate the
afternoon in the bedroom. A few minutes later he got up, slipped back into
his shorts and t-shirt and laft, telling me they should be coming in any
minute, they always arrived very promptly. A couple of minutes later I heard
the doorbell. I just stretched out and enjoyed the warm sun, knowing it was
going to be a fun afternoon.

A few minutes later Mr. C came out to the pool deck with his two friends.

"Jake and John, let me introduce you to Frank. After we finish in the office
Frank will help me entertain you for the afternoon. He'll probably come back
over in the morning too,. Won't you Frank ? In case you want to delay your
departure a couple of hours tomorrow."

"I sure will.", I responded. Propping up on one elbow and turning toward
them I saw two well dressed men in suits, one well over six feet tall,
slender and effeminate looking, the other about my height but maybe forty
pounds overweight. Both appeared to be in their late forties or maybe early
fifties. Not my usual preference in men, but if the money was good, I could
do anybody. Putting on my friendliest and most seductive innocent smile I
let my dick start getting hard as their eyes devoured me. I sensed one of
them would probably be an aggressive personality the other possibly so, but
maybe not. Would just have to wait and see. Lying back again, I felt them
staring at the swell on my well muscled chest, the taught hardness of my
flat stomach and slim waist, and the obscene bulge from the crotch of the
bikini. The tall one was Jake, the chubby one John.

Maybe an hour later the two of them and Mr. C came back to the pool. They
were all wearing robes, laughing and talking as they came out. They all took
off their robes, revealing nakedness underneath, and rapidly rising dicks.

"Why don't you take off your swim suit ?", Mr. C suggested.

I got up and peeled it off, back to them, before turning around, nine inches
fully erect and pointed at them from five feet away.

"Wow !", Jake exclaimed. Sitting on one of the well padded deck chairs he
said, "Come over here and sit on my lap, boy".

I went over and straddled him, not taking him inside, but sitting on his
thighs and reaching down and stroking his dick. Jake reached out and pulled
me to him, kissing me roughly and with a lot of tongue. Responding to his
aggression, I feigned that it was turning me on as I began rubbing my dick
with his. Jake had a perfectly adequate six or seven inches so I knew I
could handle him with not stress. He grabbed at my chest and began pulling
on my nipples as we kissed. After a couple of minutes we broke the kiss and
he pushed my head toward his crotch. I immediately went down on him, sucking
his hard dick to the hilt before beginning a swift "top half" wet stroking.

"Oh, to fast", he said, pulling me face from his dick. "I want some of that
pretty ass.".
Pushing me off his lap he got up and directed me toward John. "Suck John
while I fuck you.", he said. John had maybe five inches and was overweight,
but I was getting turned on now so dropping my face to his crotch, I sucked
him in all the way to the hilt and started giving him the best blow job I
knew how (and that's pretty good). Jake got lubricant from Mr. C and in half
a minute was ramming his dick up my ass. There I was, dicks in both ends and
loving it. Jake pounded away for several minutes before filling my ass with
cum. John was hard and sensitive, but wouldn't cum for me so when Jake
finished he got behind me and proceeded to fuck me too. In just a minute he
added his cum to my already well filled ass. Mr. C was sitting to the side
stroking his dick. When both of them had climaxed I looked up at Mr. C and
he motioned me over to him. Crawling over on hands and knees, I took his
familiar dick in my mouth and sucked him off. In a couple of minutes he shot
a load in my willing mouth and I swallowed it greedily. Once he was finished
cumming, I leaned up and we kissed deeply as Jake and John watched. The two
of them cleaned up their dicks and for the next couple of hours the three of
them took turns, making out with me, me sucking their dicks, them sucking my
dick, Jake and Mr. C each fucked me again, and John had me fuck him although
he couldn't really enjoy it. It was more of a submissive thing for him. I
finally left about 7:30 but promised to return the next morning.

Next morning I did return and stayed until they left about 2 o'clock We
fucked and sucked each other, or rather they fucked and I sucked. I did have
a good chance to demonstrate the "ass climax" while Jake fucked me. They
were both fascinated by it when I climaxed without even touching my dick,
just from having my ass fucked. I just had to get Jake to slow down a little
so I could get the necessary stimulation. After they left Mr. C and I went
in and continued fucking for a while longer before the day ended.

The significant thing about this escapade was... Jake and John were
"investment counselors", stock brokers if you like the term better. They
advised Mr. C in handling a large portion of his family money. During breaks
in the action they talked about it, and talked to me. I told them I was
saving up for a car, so when they left each of them gave me a hundred
dollars, Mr. C gave me the usual fifty. Not bad for enjoying yourself, two
fifty and all the cum I could handle. Jake had made an interesting offer
though. Thanks to Mr.C's generosity the past couple of weeks I had almost my
two thousand dollar goal in the bank. Jake told me if I would give him five
hundred to invest for me, he would at least double it in two or three weeks
by investing in the stock of a new company that was about to offer stock for
sale. He guaranteed it ! He told me if he couldn't double it he would make
up the difference out of his pocket, and if the stock did go down, he would
give me back the five hundred out of his own pocket. He was that confident
in the stock. At Mr. C's urging, I agreed. Mr. C gave them cash and I paid
Mr. C back that afternoon after I went to the bank... my first business deal.
Then the good part...but it took about three weeks. Jake came to Mr. C's one
day shortly before school started, the three of us spent the afternoon
fucking and then he told me the stock had done real well. It hadn't doubled
or tripled, it had increased in value a little over four times since it came
on the market. The five hundred I had given him had become slightly over
twenty two hundred. He had a cash for the amount. He then asked me for five
hundred again to invest and I agreed, giving him back that amount. He paid
me a hundred for the afternoon. I left before the bank closed and my saving
account grew to almost three thousand after the deposit.

Jake acting as my broker went on for several years. He never bought me into
a stock that didn't make money and every time he "came to visit" he paid
generously. Money makes money. To make a long story short about this
escapade, by the end of the year 1964, not only had I bought the car I
wanted, I had over eight thousand dollars in the bank and was giving Jake a
thousand at a time to invest. John also handled some of my investing, but he
was more conservative. The investments made money, just not as big as what
Jake did. Mr. C was pleased with the whole experience and assured me it was
legitimate. He had been investing the same way with them for years, except
his front money was in high five digits and sometimes six digit amounts.

I bought the GTO instead of the Mustang, and through the swim team met my
first girl friend... there, I bet you thought this was going to be a mostly if
not exclusively gay story... nope... lots of other action too. Read the next
chapter to see what happens next, it's lots of fun.

Preview of Chapter 7... Girls, more girls, women (a mature girl), boys, more
boys, men.. ok, more men... more girls ... life is good !!