Date: Wed, 26 Nov 2014 09:50:44 -0800
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sam Caldwell's Further Adventures 8

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                    SAM CALDWELL'S FURTHER ADVENTURES

                            by Macout Mann



                              Chapter 8

                    Fun with Marios, Aris, and Win


Sam drops Win back at his dorm.  When he returns to the Habersham he sets
his alarm for six o'clock.  He knows that the best time to call
construction types is before civilized people wake up.

As soon as he clicks off the alarm, he dials Jim Hart.

"This is Jim," the voice says.

"This is Sam, motherfucker."

"Must be important to get you up with the working men."

"Nah.  I just didn't want to play telephone tag all day."

"So what's up?"

"Wanted to let you know that I had dinner with your college boy last
night."

"Oh?  And did you...?

"Yeah.  Win aint no virgin any more.  And he really enjoyed getting his
cherry busted.

"Did he...?"

"Nah.  He didn't ask.  I'll maybe ask him if he wants to next time.  I'd
sure love to have him up my ass.

"But what I'm really calling about it to invite you and Chuck and Bryan to
come over for a football game.  Tech's playing Western Carolina on
September twelfth, and I won't have any trouble getting tickets.  You and
the boys can stay at my place."

"We'd sure like to, but I'm sure there's something behind your offer
besides you generous nature."

"Of course," Sam laughs.  "Sam has a problem with his roommate.  He's a
real asshole.  I think it'd do him good to see a real family in action."

Jim agrees to come.  Sam spends the morning working on Win's portrait.

Then it's time to go see Aris.  He's almost finished with the Aris' figure.
Maybe one more sitting.  Then they will have to settle on a background.

After the half hour sitting, however, Aris says that he has another
appointment and can't remain for their usual fun and games.  Sam says he
understands.  But while he is cleaning his brushes and putting away his
paints, an older man appears.  Sam has never met Aris' father, but he knows
this must be Marios Kanteres.  It is.

After introductions Kanteres leads Sam into the bower, where everything is
set up as usual.

"I wanted to get to know you," the older man says in his thick accent.  "I
asked Aris to take off, because I was afraid his being here would offend
your modern sensibilities.  Actually, I've never understood this privacy
stuff.  The ancient Greeks would think that what we are about to do would
be—how do you say?—just shit that happens?"  Kanteres laughs and
adds, "Besides, since I know what you and Aris do, why shouldn't he be able
to see what we do?"

Sam also laughs.  "I love to be watched, Mr. Kanteres."

"You would make a good ancient," his companion responds.

Kanteres is wearing a pair of blue overalls.  It turns out, overalls and
nothing else.  He quickly strips and then removes Sam's polo shirt and
shorts.  He gives Sam's prong a friendly squeeze, and then pours Ouzo for
both of them.

They snack and chat.  Kanteres wants to know when and how Sam got started.
Sam gives a reasonably honest but especially titillating version of his
youthful adventures, which his companion finds especially exciting.  Soon
they are rolling together on the blanket.  And before the hour is over both
men have been thoroughly fucked.



The garage elevator at the Habersham only connects to the lobby.  Residents
must then cross to the tower elevator to get to their apartments.  After
his encounter with Marios Kanteres, Sam is passing through the lobby, when
he is stopped by the doorman.

"Your friend is waiting for you in the visitor's lounge, Mr. Caldwell."

"My friend?"

"Yes sir, the one who drives the Jaguar."

Sam goes to the waiting room to encounter Aris.

"Sorry, guy, but my dad can be a real son-of-a-bitch."

"No problem man.  I figured.  Worked that into my fee."  Sam laughs loudly.

"Wouldn't put it past you," Aris says.

"Come upstairs," Sam suggests.  "I don't have Ouzo, but I think a Martini
will probably do."

While Sam makes a pitcher of Martinis, Aris looks around and comes onto
Sam's portrait of Win.  "Hey," he says, "Who's this cutie?"

Coming back with their drinks, Sam answers, "I call him a nephew.  His dad
was one of my mentors in college.  More like a father to me really.  Win's
now a freshman at Georgia Tech.  I'm giving him this for his dorm room."

"You tapping him?" Aris asks.

"I wish," Sam says.

"I'd love to have some of that."

"Right now I'd love to have some of you."

Sam leads Aris to his bedroom, where they quickly undress each other.  "I
see Dad didn't take all the vigor out of you," Aris grins.

Aris proves to be his usual sensual self, "a chip off the old block," Sam
thinks.

As they lie together in the afterglow, Aris says, "We gotta keep getting
together after you finish my portrait.  You're too good to let go of."

"No reason not to," Sam replies.  "Your bower or mine?"

"Why the fuck do you think that bower was planted the way it was?  Aint
nobody making wine out of those grapes."



The Georgia Tech guys are all early adopters of cell technology.  So Sam
reaches Win early Monday afternoon to make sure he hadn't had a "better
offer."  They agree to meet at Win's dorm at 4:30.

Sam brings the framed 19"x24" picture and they hang it over Win's desk.
Sam is very particular about the height.  "An average sized guy should be
looking directly into your eyes," he says.  Ron is not there, so Sam
doesn't get to see his reaction to his roommate's portrait.  As it happens,
when Win and Ron do encounter each other, Ron makes no comment.

Sam tells Win that he wants to show him that he can at least cook
spaghetti.  Besides, Win won't get carded at his place, so they head to
Buckhead.

They park in the garage and when they cross the lobby, Sam stops to
introduce Win to the doorman.  "Clark," he says, "this is Winston Hart, my
nephew.  He is starting down at Tech.  I'm going to give him a key to my
apartment.  Would you let the other guys know that it's all right for him
to come and go as he wishes?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Caldwell.  Good to meet you, Mr. Hart."

Once in his apartment Sam gets more comfortable by stripping off his shirt.
Win follows suit.  They have a couple of drinks, while Sam makes Spaghetti
and Meat Sauce and tosses an Italian Salad.  "If you don't like the
anchovies, you don't have to eat them," Sam says.

Win finds the dinner delicious; but when he gets up from the table, the
tent in his jeans tells Sam where the younger man's real interest in.
Unlike what he did on their last visit, however, Sam doesn't provide the
relief that Win's balls need.  First he dumps his seed into Win's rectum.
He then fondles Win's tool and asks, "What now, stud?"

Win doesn't answer immediately.

"You do want to get off, don't you?" Sam says.

"Oh, yes."

"In my mouth or in my ass?"

"You mean...?"

"If you want to."

"You'd let me fuck you?"

Sam doesn't say anything for a while.  Then finally, "Yeah, I would.  You
know, I mostly top.  Some guys like it all.  Some guys mostly or always get
fucked or suck.  Nothing wrong with that.  But everybody ought to get to
decide for themselves what they like.

"Jim told you that we'd been together, so I guess he wouldn't mind my
telling you about the first time he let me fuck him.  We'd been
someplace—maybe my first trip to a road house—but he pulled over,
spread a blanket in the bed of his pickup and told me it was time to fuck
him.  My god, Win! That sure as hell wasn't the first time I'd fucked a
guy, but it was the first time I felt like I was a man!"

Sam hugs Win close.  "I hope I can make you feel that way," he whispers.

"Oh my god," Win pants.

Sam passes him a tube of lube and begins to plant kisses all over his body.
Win prepares Sam's ass and greases his own tool.  His passion is unlimited,
as he gets ready to penetrate his friend.

"I want to be on my back," Sam says.  "I want to see your expressions."

Win's shaft finds the entrance to Sam's colon and presses forward.  It's so
different from having lips encircling his bulb.  Tighter.  Rougher.  He
presses further, finally burying all of his seven inches in Sam's asshole.

"You like that don't you?" Sam asks.  "Fuck me, Win.  Fuck me good."

Win begins to slowly hump up and down, in and out, almost slipping all the
way out of his dick's new home before plunging all the way back in.  "Oh
yes," he moans.

"Make it last," Sam urges.

"Oh fuck!" Win moans.  "I can't"

He dumps dose after dose of life-giving cream into Sam's anus and then
sucks his own cum back out in a frenzy of sexual delirium.

"I knew you'd like that," Sam says.