Date: Wed, 24 Mar 2004 20:03:27 -0500 (EST)
From: william huntington <ulrich_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: Luke

I'm concentrating hard on the wilderness-choked verge zipping by, trying to
keep my mind off the fact that I will likely soon end up in a horrible
car-crash.  This was supposed to be a relaxing ride to the mountains, but
driving with Gary to his cottage is proving to be more stressful than a
full year at my desk job as a sales rep for a textiles company.

"You'll love the house," Gary says conversationally, taking a sharp turn on
what feels like two wheels.  "Very rustic.  And I'm sure you'll get along
with Luke.  He's the quiet type, too.  He's nice - and sometimes a little
thoughtless - but super nice."  I detect resentment in his voice.  Gary
co-owns the cottage with his ex, Luke. He's never given me the details on
their relationship or their break-up.

"Actually, I'm positive you'll like Luke," he looks at me askance,
smirking. " Everybody does."  I roll my eyes at the innuendo.  Larry's been
trying to set me up with any number of his friends all year, ever since I
came out to him.  I hadn't considered that this trip might be one of his
machinations until now.

"I'm just looking forward to a little quiet time out in the sun," I say,
defensively.  "You know, commune with nature, that sort of thing...

"If we get there," I mumble under my breath, gripping the dashboard as Gary
brings the car to a screeching halt at an unexpected stop sign.

"You're positive Luke won't mind me being there without you?" I say, trying
to catch my breath.

"No, I told him all about you; he knows that I'm just dropping you off and
picking you up again in two weeks.  Anyway, he's a landscaper; up at the
crack of dawn, back home at sunset..." I suddenly have visions of
sun-kissed University students mowing lawns. But Gary's in his late
thirties or early forties; Luke must be about the same age.

"Anyway he lives up here in the sticks year `round; he loves having people
visit."  Gary smirks again.  I want to hit him.

Sighing, I return my gaze to the window and wonder what a sales rep and a
landscaper could possibly talk about.  I'm going to kill Gary.  That is, as
soon as he takes me back to the city.  If his driving doesn't get us both
killed first.  He accelerates again; my body is pushed back into its seat
by the G-force.

***

We arrive late in the afternoon, thankfully in one piece.  As the car comes
to a halt in the driveway I quickly scan the property: there's an old house
with scaffolding along a partially dismantled wall, a small barn, a deck by
the house with a path that leads down a hill to a dock on a small private
lake and ... trees.  Lots of trees.

"Here it is," Gary sighs getting out of the car, smiling at me.  "Luke
won't be home for a little while; landscapers keep long hours in the
summertime."

	"It looks beautiful."  I'm hauling my bags out of the backseat.

	After Gary shows me around we settle on the deck with a little food
to enjoy the sunset.  A battered truck comes clattering up the dusty drive.

"There he is," Gary says in talk-show tones.  "And tha-at's Luke," he
continues when the driver steps out of the truck.  I can feel my pupils
dilate.

Luke's work clothes are filthy: old jeans, work boots and an unbuttoned
shirt.  He sports the kind of tan you can't get on a beach.  It's a
working-outdoors-shirtless-all-day kind of tan.  His curly black hair is
pulled back in a short ponytail and is shot through with the odd strands of
white, just like the thick curls of salt-and-pepper hair on his chest,
which I can see peeking out from behind the folds of his open shirt.  The
stubble on his chin looks rough enough to scour pots.  My throat has gone
dry.  Briefly: Luke.  Is.  Hot.

Gary introduces us, smirking (curse him!).  Luke wipes his filthy hand on
his jeans before offering it, grinning at me.  "Sorry; hazards of the
trade," he says.  His teeth are startlingly white in his tanned and dirty
face.  When we shake, his grip is solid, the heavy calluses on his palm rub
against the smooth skin of my pencil-pusher's hand.  I smile woodenly,
conscious of a stirring in my shorts.

"We were working about 45 minutes away from here," he says, "and I had to
drop some of the guys off on the way home."  I barely hear him talk because
my eyes are focused on the flecks of dirt glued to the sweaty skin in the
little hollow located under his Adam's apple.  He excuses himself and goes
into the house, giving me the opportunity to watch the seat of his grubby
jeans rub over his muscular ass as he walks away.  Gary stares at me
knowingly and raises an eyebrow.  I shrug and try not to blush.

Moments later Luke comes out with three beers in his hands and a towel over
his shoulder.  My jaw nearly drops.  He is shirtless: wide shoulders
framing a thick chest and tight abs covered in a heavy pelt of curly hair
from collar bone to waist-band.  His body V's down to a trim waist that
disappears into his dirty jeans. Smears of mud and dust on his torso are
testimony to the day's work.

"I'm just going to jump in the lake to wash off," he says, handing us our
beers.  "I'll be back in a jiff." he calls over his shoulder, walking down
the path to the little dock, beer in hand.  My eyes are glued to his
powerful back and narrow hips.

"Is he wearing a bathing suit under his jeans?" I whisper out of the corner
of my mouth.

"Luke always bathes in the lake.  Who do you know wears anything when
taking a bath?"

I sigh.  Gary laughs.

"I'll ask if we can have a sauna after supper," he offers.  His annoying
smirk is back.

"A sauna?  There's a sauna out here?"

"Yep, Luke builds private saunas.  He built one for himself, a wood-fired
one with stones and all, down by the lake.  No cash bar or lockers though,"
his smile has bite.  "But it's quite amazing."

"HE built it?"

"Yep.  He's good with his hands (ahem).  And he works hard.  Like a horse.
How do you think he keeps in such good shape out in the sticks like this?"

I don't answer.  Instead I look towards the docks just in time to see
Luke's white legs and ass disappear with a tidy splash into the sunset-red
water.

***

Night has fallen to the sound of insect noises.  It's long after dinner and
we're walking in the darkness down to the lakeshore.  The cool air pricks
pleasantly at my skin.  At dinner, while looking at me, Luke agreed in a
sort of lazy way to prepare the sauna for us.  Gazing into his smiling
green eyes, I understood why everybody likes Luke so much.

There's a fire burning near the little sauna building.  Luke crouched by
the fire when Gary and I arrive. I stay on the other side of the blaze.

Gary claps his hands together and rubs them vigorously.  "Well, let's go in
while the gettin's good!" he says jovially.  Luke looks up at me and
smiles, his handsome, dark face glowing in the firelight.  I gulp, nod, and
we remove our clothes.  I'm feeling self-consciously naked in front of Gary
and Luke.

"Well, see you two inside," Luke says, going in.

"Wanna go next?" Gary's smirk is now a drunken sneer.  He's had too much to
drink at dinner; his cheeks are flushed.  Mortified, I shake my head.

"No, uh, ladies first," I joke.  Gary just shrugs and follows Luke.

Alone by the fire, I exhale and try to think of nuns; anything to get the
boner I've sprung to go down; just knowing Luke is in there, naked and
probably already sweating attractively, is too much for me.  The old ladies
in nuns' habits strolling through my head help my dick to partially
retreat.  With my towel bunched up in front of my crotch I go in.

Moist heat billows out at me when I cross the threshold.  Breathing's a
little difficult at first and even my eyes water in the sudden heat.
Candles light the small cedar-lined space, a fire roars inside an old
pot-bellied wood stove with round river stones piled up all around it and
Luke sits directly across from the door.  He tips a container of water over
the hot stones as I walk in and, with a lot of hissing and spitting, the
room fills with thick, hot steam.

"Kinda magic, in't it?" mumbles Gary who is sprawled on a bench.

"Yeah," I reply, breathing in the stifling heat.  The candles light the
sheen of sweat that covers Luke's dark skin and matts his curly chest hairs
to his muscled torso.  I sit on a bench to his left and close my eyes,
enjoying the intense heat. Prickles of sweat form on my skin, trickling
ticklishly down my body.

"Here."  It's Luke, his voice quiet and husky.  He's holding a bottle of
water out to me.  As I reach for it his eyes lock with mine, the suspicion
of a smile tugging at his lips.  Gary is still sprawled, naked, on the
bench opposite, eyes closed, one arm flung over his brow.  I drink some of
the water and hand the bottle back to Luke.  He smiles, his eyes still on
me.

"Have you ever had a loofah scrub while in a sauna like this?" he asks.  I
dumbly shake my head, imagining all sorts of exciting things.

"Here."  I watch his sweaty body move in the golden candlelight.  He
produces a bucket of water and a large rough loofah sponge from under his
bench.

"Turn around," he says, twirling the long sponge in the air emphatically.
I reluctantly do as I'm told and hear him settle behind me.  He sloshes the
water in the bucket.  "It's really great," he continues.  "Really gets the
blood pumping."

Gasping, I arch my back in sudden shock; a cold dribble of water has
spilled over my shoulders, without warning.  Luke chuckles and, with a
mumbled apology, puts a water-cooled hand on me. I can feel the calluses on
his palm and fingers. As he moves the fibrous sponge down my back with his
other hand, he exhales loudly.  My cock starts to stir.

Nuns, la-la-la - I think to myself, trying to regain control - the Flying
Nun, Sister George, uh, The Sound of Music: Mother Superior, Maria,
Christopher Plummer, Rolf - naked with a hard-on in the gazebo waiting for
the Captain...  it isn't helping.  I push back against the pressure of the
sponge.  Luke's breathing is one long exhalation of cool breath on my hot
skin until he reaches my lower back.  He soaks the sponge again.

"Ready?" he whispers hoarsely.  I nod.  The cold sponge touches my
overheated skin again, releasing icy water down my spine and over my butt.
I gasp and, when he's rubbed the sponge down to my lower back for the
second time, Luke's water-cooled hand comes to rest for a moment on the
flesh of my ass cheek.  I let out a little sigh.

"Did you like that?" he murmurs.  His breath cools the skin on my neck.

Gary stirs on his bench across the room.  "Oh man, I fell asleep," he
groans.  "I don't feel so good."

I sit up guiltily and try to conceal my erection.  "That's too bad."  I'm
all virginal innocence.  Luke sits next to me, his forearm touching my
thigh.  The electricity between us could power a small city.

"Guess I shouldn't've had so much wine for supper."  I'm shocked when Gary
winks at me.  "You guys stay.  I'll go for a quick swim in the lake and
then to bed."

I turn to say something to Luke once Gary's gone. Luke's face is very close
to mine, his eyes smiling more than usual.  Before I can say anything, he
presses his lips to mine for a brief second.  Stunned, I stare into his
green eyes.

"Was that ok?" he asks.  I suck his saliva off my lower lip.  Our mouths
open as we move toward each other, like we're breathing each other in.  I
shove my tongue into his mouth.  Luke pulls me down and on top of him.  His
hands, softened by the moist heat, rove over my body, his erection rubbing
slickly against mine between our sweaty pressed bellies.

His thick and springy chest hairs rub against my skin.  Running my fingers
through his thick pelt I find his erect, humid nipples.  I lick one; it's
like a small, salty and smooth fruit.

"Bite them," he growls.  I sink my teeth into the delicate flesh and suck
on his chest.  Hands in my short hair, he gasps and grunts, tight workman's
body squirming under me, then he grabs me by the ears and pulls me up to
his mouth.  As we kiss I comb down through the luxuriant curls of body hair
covering his hard abs until, in a dense forest of pubic hair, I find his
thick uncut cock. It stands at attention, swaying to his heart beat.  Eyes
glued to it, I wrap my hands around it, hefting his velvety ballsac with my
other hand.

Even at full erection his foreskin fully covers the head with enough extra
to form a small pucker at the tip.  Slowly, I move my hand down the long,
satisfyingly thick shaft, feeling the veins and ridges of his hardness.  I
am mesmerized by the glistening pink head emerging and suck it tenderly
into my mouth like a plum, flicking my tongue over the sensitive tip to
catch the salty taste of his pre-cum.  I push up the foreskin and suck on
it gently, wriggling my tongue into the opening and swirl it between the
sensitive skin and the glans before transfering my attention to his big and
surprisingly hairless balls; I bathe them in spit.

He groans, pulling at my short hair.  I'm greedily stuffing his big cock in
my mouth now, sucking wildly, turned on by his penis thrusting up and down
my throat and tongue, by the smell of his crotch in my face.

Luke suddenly pulls away.  Dazed, I reach out to touch him, disoriented by
the abrupt change in physical proximity.  We embrace, his head leaning
heavily on my shoulder.

"Fuck!" he chuckles weakly.  "Ok, good.  That was," he gulps, "real good.
But it's too hot in here.  You're going to make me pass out, guy!" he
chuckles again.  He's right.  I'm sweating like crazy and I feel a bit
queasy from the heat.  Looking me in the eye, he kisses me, running his
hand ticklishly down my flank.

"Let's take it outside.  A quick dip in the lake to cool off and then we
can keep going.  Come on."

Big erect cock swaying and bobbing as he stands up, Luke holds out his hand
to me.  I grin ruefully, eyeing his crotch, and let myself be hauled up to
my feet.  Once we're out in the cool night air he hands me a woollen
blanket and wraps another one around himself.  He suddenly darts off into
the night, heading for the dock.  "Come on, quick," he yells over his
shoulder.  I follow close behind, the soles of his feet white flashes in
front of me.

At the end of the dock he flings off his blanket and, a pale naked shape
against the blackness of the lake, dives in.  After a moment's hesitation I
drop my blanket and follow his trajectory.  The cold hits me like a wall.
I come up spluttering and shouting.  Luke is laughing, treading water, dark
flesh turned pale underwater; whiter legs flash below the surface, his dark
hair is plastered to his head.  He swims to me.  Water glistens in the
rough stubble on his cheeks.

Smirking, he pulls me to him.  His wet muscles against mine and the musky
scent of his hair revive my flagging erection.  We stand in the water,
kissing for a bit.

"You're so lucky to live out here."

"Yeah, well, this kind of thing is why I moved to the country, permanent."

We kiss some more and Luke starts to knead my ass with his big hands.  I
grab his cock.

"I'd like some of this kind of thing," I murmur and playfully lick the tip
of his nose.

"Come on, climb out," he says.  "I'm right behind you."

And he is.  As I climb the ladder he licks and nips my butt.  Once we're up
on the dock he spreads one of our discarded blankets on the ground and
wraps himself up with the other one.

"Hey!" I stand there, naked and shivering.  "What about me?"

With a mischievous smile Luke opens his blanket and draws me into his wet,
musky warmth.  He lowers me onto the second blanket and we tenderly kiss
and lick the clear taste of lake water off each other, our erect penises
pressed together between our bodies as we warm up.

"Do you still want it?" he asks me.

I grin and nod, thrusting my hips against him.  He pulls my thighs apart
and licks his middle finger, tonguing it for my benefit with a sexy sneer.
He strokes my butt crack with his warm finger, presses it against my pucker
and begins to work his finger into my hole.  I gasp and open my legs wider
to give him more access.  Luke languorously pumps his finger in and out of
me.  Meanwhile he rubs his rough chin across my chest, clamping moist lips
to my nipple.  Electricity pulses through me; he is tickling my prostate,
making my cock jump.  He simultaneously bites into my nipple and rolls it
between his teeth, then inserts a second finger.  His implacable teeth at
my breast and his fingers working my ass set me on that delicious
knife-edge of ecstacy.  I am pushed to the very edge of tolerance.

In one swift movement he lifts my legs.  One meaty hand supporting my ass,
he uses the other to guide his cock into me, his blunt glans pressing
against my puckered ass hole. He enters me slowly until, hungry for him, I
put my hands on his straining ass and force him to take me in one long,
smooth stroke, right to the hilt.

Gasping, I try to push him away.  Either he's bigger than I thought or I'm
not relaxed enough but he's hit a painful spot deep inside. I thought I'd
figured out how to relax enough to avoid that tearing feeling inside.  Luke
just lies on top of me nibbling my neck, licking his way up to my ear
tonguing and teasing, his panting at a counter beat to my own.  His pubic
bone is now firmly pressed against my ass and I realize that the moment of
discomfort has passed.

The cold night air doesn't bother me anymore.  My body is starting to
gently sweat as I get used to the heat radiating from my stuffed anus.  I
wriggle my ass and moan; I want more.  Lifting himself up on his arms,
looking down at where we are joined, his damp black hair falls forward and
brushes against my neck and chest.  Luke slowly pumps his cock inside me.
He kisses me, tongue languidly tracing the outline of my teeth.  I'm
gasping for air, mouth barely responsive, all my attention focused on the
sensations radiating from my asshole.  He pulls almost completely out of me
before plunging in again with the force of Spring.

My kisses become insistent; my hands travel up and down the undulating
muscles of his back and, coming to rest on his hot ass, push desperately
for him to go faster, harder, deeper.  I want to swallow him.

Luke carefully gets up on his knees and, cock firmly in my ass like the
axis of a planet, gets me to turn over, slowly, so that his long cock
doesn't pop out.  I am now on elbows and knees.  He drapes himself over me,
the warm, ticklish prickles of his chest and belly hairs against my back as
he supports himself on his arms.

I cry out when, without warning, he starts to piston in and out of me,
pelvis slamming against my ass driven by muscle and gravity, heavy balls
slapping warm and wet against my backside.  His breath comes in little
growling gasps, matched to my quick pants and hoarse cries forced out of me
with every savage thrust.  His rough hands are now on my narrow hips.  I
instinctively push backwards in time with him.  Our animal grunts and
groans and the slapping fleshy sound of our bodies repeatedly coming
together echo across the night-shrouded lake.  Luke angles his thrusts
downward slightly and, with shorter strokes, his cockhead rubs insistently
on my prostate.  The slow build of my orgasm washes through my body from my
ass like waves, slowly filling me with the rich dark excitement of an
imminent ejaculation.  Luke roughly massages my ass as he keeps his desire
in check.  My breath comes in shorter and shorter gasps, falling out of
sync with his strokes, muscles tensing and my mind becoming a blissful,
ecstatic blank as the build-up of my orgasm reaches critical mass until,
ass muscles contracting wildly around Luke's thrusting cock, I come without
touching myself, ropes of pearly white spunk splattering onto the blanket.
Luke lets go of his control and pounds my ass with such force that I am
pushed down flat onto the dock.  He is making short, little cries and then
gives a final grunt.  His cock swells impossibly larger inside me and a
flood of cum shoots from his cock into me.  As Luke spasmodically continues
to thrust, I turn my head to watch his muscular, hairy body straining over
me.  His mouth finds mine in an awkward front-to-back kiss, his tongue
thrashing uncontrollably in my mouth as he empties his balls.  With a final
shudder he slows his thrusts; his kisses become gentler, sweeter.

Retrieving the blanket that had fallen away during our coupling, Luke
drapes it over his broad shoulders and back then drapes himself over me,
massive chest still heaving from his recent efforts.  His hot cock growing
soft inside me momentarily swells as he gives it one last pulse.  I squeeze
my ass in return.  In the ensuing quiet, the smells and sounds of night
return to me.  Luke kisses my shoulders and neck, licking my ear some more,
his hands lazily brushing over my arms and flanks.

"We should go in before the mosquitos come out again," he murmurs into my
neck as he licks and nibbles.

"Mm," I respond, enjoying the attention.  "You feel good inside me."

Luke chuckles and slowly gets up, his penis slipping softly out of my ass,
leaving behind that awful empty feeling that comes after a great fuck.  He
takes me by the hand and we climb the hill to the old house, blankets
wrapped around us.

***

In his bed, Luke spoons me from behind, his furry chest and belly a warm
blanket against my back, his now flaccid cock a hot lump against my rump.
And all I can think of is Gary's sleeping presence in the next room.
Emboldened by our newfound intimacy, I half-turn to Luke.

"Luke," I whisper.

He grunts.

"Were you and, you know, Gary, ah, really an item, once?"

Sighing, he lifts himself up on his elbow.  "Now why do you ask that?"

"Just, you know, curious, that's all."  I start to regret my prying.

"Yeah, we were a couple for a while.  But then we realized we wanted
different things."  He is stroking my body again, brushing his palms
lightly over my nipples.  I am silent as his fingers twirls ticklishly in
my navel, then walk down to my thatch of pubes to finally heft my balls and
growing cock.  He shakes his head and gives me a little smile.

"Gary said I'd like you, and he was right."

"He did?  You do?" I look up into his rugged, handsome face.  Luke smiles,
pumping my stiffening cock a few times.  He gives me a long, soft,
lingering kiss.  I can feel him getting hard against my well-exercised ass.

"And I don't always need to be the one who fucks," he grins, squeezing my
cock.

I smile back, turning in bed to face him.  "Then turn around, cowboy," I
laugh.