Date: Fri, 3 Jan 2014 23:09:17 -0500
From: Greg Norman <gregn624@gmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 4 Summer Story

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CHAPTER 4

THE TRESHOLD IS CROSSED

I spent Friday morning doing my chores, as I replayed the events of the
night before in my head. I had never thought that I would be so turned on
by having sex with another man. My cock grew hard remembering the feel of
Chuck's cock in my mouth. I didn't truly understand what was happening to
me, but I decided it was the drugs that made it so easy for me to do sex
stuff with him.

I enjoyed playing baseball in the afternoon, and I made it home in time for
dinner. My dad told me he ran into a guy at the store who wanted me to work
for him tomorrow.

"What is his name, Dad," I asked?

"Chuck Swanson, he works on the state project in Albany," he replied.

"Oh," I said, my heart racing, "he's the guy who is staying in the old
cottage by the Theisen's Manor. I helped him do some painting on Monday."

"He said you were a good worker," answered Dad, "make sure you do a good
job if he's paying you."

"Paying me with his lips on my cock," I thought, but I said, "Yes Sir."

I awoke on Saturday morning, and I was ready to go to Chuck's. I dressed in
briefs, jean shorts, socks, shoes and a dark tee shirt. Mom had packed a
lunch for me, and she wished me a happy day at work as I left the house.

Chuck, was waiting for me, when I arrived at the cabin. He had on his tool
belt, tee shirt, shorts and work boots. He smiled and waved at me.

"Hey Little Man, glad you came over. I think I met your dad in the market
yesterday. He seemed happy that you were coming over to help," he said.

"Yeah, he's real big on working. He's been working since he was 11," I
replied.

We went inside, and he showed me the finished bathroom. It was small with
just the toilet, sink and shower. He told me how long it took to find the
large shower head that was mounted to the top of stall.

We went into the kitchen, and he showed me how to find the low spot on the
kitchen floor. We installed the bottom cabinets, and then we put up the
upper cabinets. I watched, as he took brown wrapping paper and traced the
top of the cabinets. He took out into the yard and then he used it to
layout the cuts for the thick piece of plywood he was using for counter
top.

"Little Man, this shit is real expensive, so we always, I mean always, by
the way did I tell you always," he asked, causing me to giggle. "Measure
twice." He explained how he was allowing 3/8ths of an inch in back to
accommodate the uneven walls and 1 ? inches in front for the lip of the
counter. He showed me how to fit it to the wall with a compass, and he let
me do some of the rough sanding with the belt sander; he stood behind me
and helped to guide the router as I rounded over the underside of the
lip. He told me he would do the top, because he had the experience, but he
praised my work. We carried it in and fit it to the wall, then he showed me
how to mix the epoxy and spread it over the wood and Formica. He explained
each step to me, and he never made fun of my sometimes foolish
questions. We applied the formica and rolled out the bubbles. He showed me
how to trim the edges with the little trimmer.

We put it in place for the final time and we fastened it to the
cabinets. He handed me the tape measure and a grease pencil.

"Ok Little Man, measure 3 ? inches from the wall and mark it." He watched
me, as I put a little dot on the counter.

"Whoa guy you have to find that mark later so what you do is make a V with
the point at where you want mark. Remember take your time, and always
measure twice."

I carefully remeasured and marked several spots along the counter.

"Good job, now measure 5 7/16ths inches from the front of the counter."

I was confused about how to do this, and he waited until I had made several
marks which didn't match, and finally in preteen frustration ask what I was
doing wrong.

"Well Little Man, the biggest thing you did wrong was not to ask, when you
started having trouble. You are trying to measure from where we rounded
over the edge, so you don't have a good starting point for the tape," he
explained in a calm voice, "now what you do is get the roofing square from
my truck and measure with that.

He helped me hold it steady, as I marked the desired measurement. He handed
me a square piece of paper with rounded corners.

"This is the template for the sink," and he pointed to the lines drawn
through the middle going both top to bottom and side to side. He pointed to
the line going top to bottom. "This is the center line for the sink, and it
has to line up on the middle of the window." He patiently showed me how to
line it up, and then trace it with the grease pencil.

"Now some people will tell you it is easier to do this, before you install
the counter, but I like doing it this way, because you can see if it
doesn't line up," he said, then he picked up his power drill and handed it
to me, and he took a 1 inch bit and gave it to me also.

"Do you know how to chuck a bit?"

"Sort of, but not really."

"Good answer, ok first make sure the drill is unplugged, then open the
chuck until you can slide the bit in to it," he said, as I followed his
instructions, "Good, now hand tighten it and then use the chuck key and
cinch it down tight." He watched, as I did exactly what he told me.

"Here make sure it's tight ok," I said, handing him the drill. He just
checked each of the three holes with the key.

"Good job, nice and tight, now you are going to drill four holes. One hole
in each corner of the sink, and making sure it's inside the line okay?" I
carefully lined up the drill, and looked at him.

"Go for it Little Man."

I drilled each hole, thrilled at being allowed to use the power tool. I
finished the last hole and he handed me a saber saw.

"Okay, now that is a fine tooth blade in the saw. We use that because it
won't chip the Formica as bad as a coarser blade, but it is more likely to
break, if you try and force it. The secret is to let the saw do the work,
just go slow and easy as you make the cut."

"I don't know about that Chuck, what if goof up?"

"Well you measured it, you drilled the holes so you get to make the
cut. Now you start in the corner closest to you and go straight back to the
back hole. Remember to stay inside the line and go slow."

I slowly made the cut, when I got to the back hole he had me do the other
side. He took a piece of scrap 1X2 and screwed it so the ends were over my
cuts.

"Now, when you make the cuts on the front and back of the counter the scrap
won't snap out. I want you to cut the back first."

I made the cut, and he put another piece of wood over that cut. I made the
final cut, and I took the scrap out. He showed me how to mount the hardware
to the sink, put the plumber's putty around the edge and sit the sink in
the hole. I watched him, as he made the connections to the hot and cold
water and the drain.

"Okay, Little Man, turn on the shut offs and test it out."

I opened the valves under the sink, and then I turned on the faucet. It
worked perfectly! I was so proud of what I had done. We moved the
refrigerator in place and then the stove. I swept the floor, and he mopped
it, and after it dried we put the heavy oak table together and putn the
chairs around it.

"Great jog Greg, you did some real good work today," he said, as he put his
hand on my shoulders. He reached into his back pocket, and he took out his
wallet. He took out a bill and handed to me. I looked at it, and I was
surprised.

"Chuck this is a twenty dollar bill," I exclaimed! In 1968 $20.00 was a lot
of money, and it was unheard of for a twelve year old to make $20.00 in one
day.

"Greg you earned it, so put it in your pocket."

"I can't take this," I told him.

"You will because you earned it. Now we still have to test out the table
and I know what I want to eat," he said smiling at me, "I want boy cock."

"Wait, what I said," as I found myself lifted and put on my back on the
table.  He took off my boots and socks; he unfastened my jeans and pulled
them and my briefs off. I was giggling, as he sat me up and pulled my shirt
off.  I lay nude on the table, as I watched him strip. We kissed and
swapped tongues. I was getting hard, and I thought that I had only liked
queer sex (gay meant happy then) because of the drugs, but here I was
getting hard with him, and I was sober as a judge.

"Little Man, you don't know how much you turned me on working with you
today. Man, when I was behind you cutting the counter; I thought that I
would cum in my pants. I've wanted to taste you all day long," he said, as
he felt me all over. He licked and sucked my nipples, and I started to bite
my lip, as I became more aroused. He explored me all over with his lips,
but he excluded my throbbing boy cock.

He pushed back my legs, so my knees were on my chest. I felt his tongue
start at the end of my spine and work up, until he found my virgin hole. He
probed, pushed and sucked it, which caused me to writhe on the table. I
tried several times to stroke my aching cock, but he stopped me each time I
reached for my boyhood. I moaned aloud, when he replaced his tongue with
his finger, and he put my cock in his mouth. He used all his skill to draw
my orgasm out, but I was too far gone.

 My hips rose from the table, and I cried out aloud, as my cock exploded
with streams of hot cum in to his mouth. The sensations that were always
dulled by drugs before were now so intense I about passed out. Chuck
explored my mouth with his cum covered tongue, as I felt myself being
lifted from the table. Chuck carried me up the narrow stairway, as we
kissed deeply. I was softly placed on his bed, with him over me clinging
and clutching each other. I reached for his cock, which I feel pressed
against my body. I wanted to taste him, to feel him in my hot young mouth
and taste once again the hot salty cream created in his egg sized balls.

He sensed my need, and he rolled us over, so was on top. I turned and took
his cock in my mouth. I knew he aroused enough that foreplay would be
torture. My only desire was to bring pleasure, and as I started to suck
him; he once again found my tender virgin hole with his tongue. I loved
feeling him eat my hole, as I had his man cock in my mouth. I felt him push
a finger against my opening, and it caused me to shiver with pleasure. I
felt his finger slip inside me deeper, as I swallowed his cock. He moaned,
as I sucked him, and his hips pumped in rhythm to my bobbing on him. His
finger matched the pace of our loving. I could feel him swell, and I got
ready to swallow his load. He pushed higher off the bed, and I felt the
warm saltiness of his cum in my mouth. My dick twitched, and I felt him
encircle it with his lips, as I came for the second time. I didn't know
what he was touching in me, but it caused waves of pleasure to flow from
it. He turned so we were facing each other. My hole felt empty, as we
kissed and softly touched each other.

"Hey, Little Man, it's getting late," he said, "get up and I'll drive you
home."

We returned to the finished kitchen, and we got dressed, which I found as
exciting, as when he undressed me.  He looked at me, and he smiled seeing I
was getting hard.

"Gosh I wish I was young like you," he chuckled, "I couldn't get hard now
for a hundred dollar bill."

We both laughed, and we got in his truck. He drove me home, which actually
took longer than if I walked. I introduced him to my parents. He turned
down an invitation for dinner from my mom, and he took another twenty from
his wallet, and he handed it to me.

"Thanks for the good work," he said. My dad saw him give me the twenty.

"Hey, Chuck, that's way to much for a kid," said dad.

"Well Mr. Norman, he worked like a man and he deserves to get paid like a
man"

"Well Greg you give that to your mom, so you don't spend it all at
once. Chuck, thank you for bringing him home."

Chuck left, and we ate dinner. I told all about installing the cabinets and
countertop. Dad was impressed, when I told him about laying out and cutting
opening for the sink. While I was talking I realized, what Chuck wanted to
do to me. He wanted to put his cock in my hole. I had heard about butt
fucking, but I never thought the idea of it happening to me, would make me
hard. I was glad, that I was wearing briefs, so my erection would be
hidden. The more I thought about it; the more I wanted it to happen. I was
scared that it might hurt, but I trusted Chuck not to hurt me.

I helped with the dishes, took a shower, put on clean clothes and I got
permission to sleep in the fort. I was so ready to surrender my last virgin
spot. I would have never thought, when school let out for the summer, that
before the first week of vacation was over I would have let a man suck my
dick, I would suck his dick and now I was going to let, ask him to put it
inside of me. I didn't want to be high, when it happened I just wanted to
able to enjoy all of it.

I left the house, and I went to the fort, and I was on my way back to
Chuck's before dad had the lights out. I saw Chuck at the stove through the
back door. I knocked and walked in to the kitchen.

"Hi Chuck," I said.

"Well this is a surprise," he said, "I would have thought you would be
sleeping."

"I wanted to sleep with you."

"So you're still horny, Little Man?"

"I want you to show about- a- well fucking," I said, suddenly embarrassed
to admit what I wanted to have happen.

"Are you sure Little Man?"

"Yeah, but I'm kinda scared."

"Little Man, you don't have to do anything you don't want too."

"Can we do it before we get high?"

"Okay, but remember if you can stop anytime ok?"

I nodded to him, and I watched him fill the coffee pot and put it on the
stove.

"I always do this before I go to bed, so it will be ready in the morning."

We went upstairs, and I started to undress, as soon as I reached the
top. My cock was sticking out in front of me. Chuck had his clothes off,
and he led me to the bed.

"Greg, we're going to take this real slow. Remember you don't have to do
anything." I slid back on the bed, and I opened my legs.  He smiled at me,
and laid down next to me.

"I want you to know, I am really so happy you want me to do this with you,
that I almost feel like crying," he said, as he traced circles around my
nipples. He bent and kissed my lips tenderly, and he slid his tongue
between them. I opened my mouth, and I let his tongue enter. We pushed our
tongues back and forth into each other's mouths. Our hands feeling each
other's faces, chests, arms and backs in growing passion. He started to
kiss my face, behind my ears on my neck, as his hands felt down my sides
and along my belly.

"You don't know how many times today I had to stop myself from doing this
with you, as we were working," he whispered into my ear, "the scent of you,
and your hair falling over your eyes and the feel of your skin as we were
working about drove me crazy." He was kissing and licking my nipples,
working his way down my body, exploring me with his mouth and tongue.

"Oh Greg you don't know how I want to taste your sweet cock explode in my
mouth," he crooned, as he licked the area around my pubes. He sucked my
balls in his mouth, as he opened my legs. I cried out loud, as he licked
the skin between my sac and hole. I opened my legs farther, as he licked
the tender skin surrounding my boy hole. He worked back up, and he licked
the shaft of my twitching cock. I watched him, as he rubbed his middle
finger in the flow of his precum, and then he rubbed around my hole.

He sucked my cock into his mouth, as his finger entered my hole. I felt a
brief flash of pain, when he first went in me, but it was soon replace by
wave of pleasure, as he stroked the secret spot deep inside of me. I
writhed on the bed, as Chuck pleasured my young body. I felt him slide his
finger out of my hole; only to replace it with a second finger. I pulled
back my legs, so he had greater access to me. I moaned louder, as I near
climax, my hips bucked in time to his mouth and hands, and when I could no
longer hold back I released my juice in his mouth. He sucked my seed into
his mouth, and when I was spent he came to my lips, and he shared his
treasure.

His fingers still sliding in and out of my rectum kept my cock from
wilting. He smiled at me, then he reached for a tube by the bedside. He
applied a coating of clear gel on his cock and the fingers in me. I so
wanted him to be in me, that I nodded at him.

"Please, Chuck don't make me wait anymore," I said in a voice that was half
whisper and half moan. I watched him pull the fingers from inside me, and
he moved between my open legs. He put the head of his cock against my hole,
and he gently pushed on it. I bit my lip, as he entered me. He slowly slid
in, until his cock was all the in me. The fear I had of it hurting was
never realized. I only felt the fullness of him. He slowly pulled back
until just the head was in, and then he slowly slid back into me. He slowly
made love to me. His cock was sliding over my love spot, and his lips were
caressing my face and nipples. I moaned and cried in pleasure, as he made
love to me. I could feel him in me so deep and hard. I felt the wave of joy
spread in me. His hair tickled the edges of hole each time he thrust in me.

I saw his face contort, and I knew that soon he was going to fill me with
his seed. His thrusts became faster and harder into me, and I rose to meet
each push. I felt him swell inside me,and then he pushed deeper, and I felt
the warmth of his cum flowing in to me. I cried in pleasure, as my own cum
sprayed from the end of my cock.  He kissed me deeply; his cock still in
me, with my seed spread between us. I wanted to be locked in time, and
never have to have this moment end, but all too soon his cock softened and
slipped from me.

We lay side by side just kissing softly and touching. He smiled at me, and
gently lifted me in his arms. He carried me down the stairs and into the
bath. We showered away the remains of our love making under the rain like
flow of the shower. We dried each other with the soft terrycloth towels,
and we returned upstairs. We smoked some pot, before we returned to the bed
to fall asleep in each other's arm. We were both content and satisfied. We
slipped off to sleep holding each on to each other; neither one of having
the strength to do more than cuddle.