Date: Sat, 7 Aug 2004 11:29:39 -0700 (PDT) From: niftystoryteller <niftystoryteller@yahoo.com> Subject: My New Summer Job, Chapter Three Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between consenting adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such materials, or if reading this sort of material is prohibited in your jurisdiction, read no further. If you have any feedback, please drop me a line at niftystoryteller@yahoo.com My old email address (niftyguy_30307@yahoo.com) is no longer functional. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter Three Some days seem to go on forever. Lazing by the water, feeling the sun on my naked body, listening to birds singing and monkeys screaming in the trees, smelling the sweet breeze, all the while enjoying plenty of very physical entertainment. . . that is surely not my idea of a bad way to spend a day. And that is exactly how Sam and I spent the rest of our day off with Will. Our tropical guesthouse was like a little secluded world, separated from normal space and time. None of the usual rules applied. Once the line was crossed, we all felt free to touch and taste whatever, whenever, however we wanted. And paradoxically, that freedom eliminated any urgency, it slowed things down, it opened us up to the possibilities of the slow burn, rather than the quick release. Even though Will was probably ten or twelve years older than we were, he approached us as equals, giving as good as he got. He seemed intent on exploring every square inch of both of our bodies, with fingers and tongue, and using his heavy cock as an extra, probing digit. As he covered my body with his, and I probed his mouth with my tongue, I could feel him pulsing with life, overflowing with energy that had been too long pent up. The hours passed slowly, and we paused occasionally to eat and drink, and cool off in the pool, while the sun moved higher in the sky and the heat began to create shimmering mirages. Everything seemed to be heading, slowly but surely, toward a gathering climax. Finally, Sam proposed we head inside for a while, to get some relief from the intensifying heat and glare. Neither my erstwhile professor nor I saw any reason to object; so all three of us hoisted ourselves out of the pool and padded to the door to Will's room. Glancing over, the sight of his tall, muscular body, dripping wet, heavy cock bobbing from side to side, hanging balls no doubt refilled with cum, was enough to make me go a little weak in the knees with animal lust. I don't think any of us thought we would spend the rest of the afternoon napping. Sam glanced over at me. "Hey, Mike, why don't you run to our room and get that bottle of lube? I think we may need it a little later on." I really couldn't argue with Sam on that point; it was pretty clear to me where he hoped things were heading. The expression on his face was one I knew had a very specific meaning. Once inside, the shock of the air conditioning raised goose bumps over every square inch of my damp, naked skin. I quickly collected what I needed from our room and then briefly stopped off in the kitchen to put together a tray of glasses, bottles of different tropical juices, and a bucket of ice. By the time I got to Will's room, Sam was already on top of him, straddling his hips. My boyfriend was slowly rubbing his smooth chest over our older companion's hairier pecs, while grinding their stiff organs together. I just stood there for a couple of minutes and watched their lips meet and their hands roam; I can't deny it was a very sexy sight. Eventually, though, I wanted to join in the fun. Crawling up the bed, I parked myself between Will's legs, which he spread a little wider for me, giving me more access and a great view. They were both absolutely rockhard, flushed with excitement, and shiny with a combination of saliva and sticky precum. Reaching in to stroke their cocks, I could feel a pulsating heat that rivaled the rays of the tropical sun. Leaning in, I used the thumb and forefinger of one hand to split open Sam's buttcheeks, exposing his tight little pucker. It was so ready to get fucked, it was just beautiful. Unable to resist, I began to lightly stroke the sensitive flesh, eliciting a deep groan from Sam, who still had his lips pressed up against Will's. Very patiently, I began to trace the circumference of Sam's hole, first with a dry finger, then with a little bit of saliva. I don't know if he was ticklish, or horny, or frustrated, or a combination of all three, but time and again his whole body seemed to vibrate with desire, and he raised his butt higher. Before finally poking through, I smeared a generous amount of lube over the reddish folds of his anus. As I slowly inserted a well-lubed finger, Sam instinctively relaxed, allowing me easy access to the hot, moist interior. I knew it well. Probing gently inside, I rotated the tip of my finger around, stroking the smooth interior walls, before pushing in to the second knuckle and bumping up against Sam's very excitable prostate gland. "Oh, fuck, yeah," he groaned, pulling his mouth off of Will's. My finger began to wiggle and dance over the sensitive flesh, which pulsed in time with his beating heart. "I fucking can't stand it when you play with my ass, Mikey boy, it feels so fucking good." "You think my finger feels good?" I asked. "Oh, yeah." "How do you think my dick would feel?" "Just fucking awesome." Now probing my boyfriend's ass with a pair of fingers, I reached down with the other to pump Sam and Will's cocks together. "How about Will's cock? You think you're ready for that?" I swear I felt both of their dicks flex in response to my suggestion. Will's was truly enormous, and even I was a little apprehensive about what it would do to Sam. I didn't want him ruined for me, for all time. On the other hand, it was clearly what Sam wanted, and I've never been one to deny him anything. As long as he was well prepped, I supposed that everything would be ok. I pulled Sam up onto all fours, positioning him so that he could suck Will while I took care of my business. Using two and then three fingers, as well as copious amounts of lube, I succeeded in loosening Sam up as much as possible. Glancing up, I saw that Will had laced his fingers through Sam's curly hair, enabling him to pull my boyfriend's face even deeper into his crotch. Will winked at me when he caught my eye. "Why don't you fuck him first?" he suggested. "I don't mind seconds, and he is your boyfriend, after all." I couldn't really argue with that, and I also couldn't argue with my dick, which was very interested in slipping as deeply inside Sam as it could reach. I quickly got into position behind him, parked myself at his back door, and away we went. By that point, Sam's desire to get fucked had been building for at least a couple of hours, so it would be an understatement to say that he was receptive. Even though I was just the warm-up act on that particular occasion, and he was eagerly awaiting the somewhat larger main event, he clearly enjoyed every inch I could offer. I was horny as all get out, and if I had tried I could probably have cum in less than a dozen strokes, but I resolved that I wasn't going to get off first. I guess I still wanted to be good and horny while I watched Will fuck him. Once I had decided that, it was all a game to see how close I could bring myself to the edge without going over. Once or twice I thought I had gone a bit too far, but I was always able to reel myself back in. If my cock had been a thermometer, it would have registered a steady increase in the temperature of Sam's ass with each stroke. Even though we were both very well-lubed, the repeated sliding of skin against skin created enough friction to bring his butt to a boil. Finally easing out, hard cock still twitching and balls still full of cum, but wanting to watch Sam's hole get filled by another, I temporarily worried that adding Will's big timber to the mix would push things too far. Reaching over to the ice bucket, I grabbed a small cube, briefly sucked it to smooth out the rough edges, and then proceeded to rub it over Sam's twitching hole. He groaned deeply at the contact between the ice and his over-heated sphincter, but he didn't resist at all, even when I popped it inside. "Gotta cool you down a bit," I muttered as I probed with an index finger, feeling the rapidly melting ice cube lubricate Sam's insides. He just groaned in pleasure, wide-open under my roaming hands. Satisfied that he was ready, I guided him up to where Will was lying back, watching the two of us. Visibly quivering with excitement, Sam eagerly straddled Will's hips and leaned back, greedily trying to snare his big, fat piece of meat. I anticipated that they would need some help, and I was more than ready to do what I could. Using one hand to spread open Sam's ass cheeks, I grasped Will's cock with the other and guided it into position. My former professor clearly had no doubts that I would put him right on the target, because upon contact he aggressively rotated his hips up, poking through Sam's undefended back door. Sam was exploring the edge of his personal envelope. As the first couple of inches slid inside, a long, low groan emanated from deep in his belly. Will responded by placing his big hands on Sam's sweaty back, calming him, reassuring him, even while probing deeper and deeper. Almost hypnotized by what I was watching, I reached out to trace the stretched perimeter of Sam's ass, which clung tightly to the rigid flesh that filled it. I kept fingering the junction of their bodies until Will was completely buried inside. Now ready to take complete charge, he pulled Sam down against his body and rolled over, enabling him to claim the high ground. Rearing up, he grabbed Sam's ankles, pushed them wide open, and began to fuck. Wanting to reassure my boyfriend, I scooted up and gave him a kiss, before glancing down to watch Will's pumping cock ravage his butt. Sam's face was hot and sweaty, and his chest was flushed a deep crimson as he struggled to cope with the oversized invader. His own cock had deflated a little in the early going, but it began to grow again as he learned to accommodate Will's size. Soon, his fat cockhead began to protrude from the folds of his meaty foreskin, which I reached down to retract. Leaning over, I began to lick and suck, my mouth just inches away from the main event. My former professor, meanwhile, had gone slack-jawed as he focused on his fucking task. Still holding on to Sam's ankles, Will began to lick and nip at my boyfriend's toes, all without missing a stroke. This was almost too much for Sam, and he spread his legs open even wider, half-heartedly trying to evade the probing tongue. At some point Will must have felt that he was nearing a point of no return. Brusquely pushing my head away, he used his powerful forearms to leverage Sam's legs back, opening up him up even wider. As he leaned in to plant his mouth on top of my boyfriend's, Will began to fuck in a punishing tempo. Watching from behind, I was mesmerized by the powerful and precise strokes he was delivering with his shiny tool. My heart began to pound as I watched his big balls retract into shooting position. Clearly right up at the line, he just pounded in with a huge stroke, holding it for a split second before delivering a second, and then a third, and then on the fourth a strangled groan as every muscle in his body clenched and unclenched, and every hair stood on end. Even as Will held himself very still, Sam continued to hump his cock against Will's body, seeking his own release. I gave Will barely a minute to savor his orgasm before I decided that it was time for my entrance. Reaching down, I grabbed Will around his torso, pulling him up. He turned his head around, offering his mouth, which I tasted as I let my hands roam over his sweaty, muscular chest. "Time's up, Professor," I said as I tweaked his nipples. "I'm gonna get in here and finish the assignment." "Is that right? You're gonna show me how it's done?" Will grinned as he slowly extracted his still-hard cock from Sam's ass. "OK, then, let's see what you've learned." I was more than happy to show him. Sam's ass was boiling hot and copiously lubed by what was clearly a monster load of professorial cum. As I slipped in, Sam exhaled deeply and began to jerk his own cock. I reached down and moved his hand out of the way, eager to get him off myself. Fucking and jacking in the same tempo, I completely abandoned myself to instinct. All too quickly, we were both experiencing very intense orgasms. After I had cum, I draped myself over Sam's body, still buried deep inside of him. The heat emanating from his skin was palpable, and I could feel his heart beating, fast at first, and then slowly calming down. He held me tight and slowly rocked his body against mine. Finally glancing over at Will, I saw that he was watching us, with a somewhat wistful expression on his face. "You guys make quite the couple," he said, pursing his lips in a hint of a grin. "I suppose I should thank you for sharing." "The pleasure was all ours," Sam replied. "Just let us know whenever we can help out." Will laughed. "I'd be happy to get that kind of help anytime. It's been awhile." "I hope that's not because you're putting all of your time into teaching your ungrateful students," I said. "I'd hate to think you're not getting any because of me." A shadow crossed Will's face. "No, that's not it. Something kind of fell apart last summer, and it's just been hard to get back up in the saddle. That's all. No point in rehashing that." The expression on his face clearly communicated that he did not want to talk about the subject any more. I glanced over at Sam, and we silently communicated to each other that we would let it drop, at least for the time being. I could not help but wonder, though, whether there was any connection between the place we were going and the relationship that had clearly gone awry. At the very least, I was going to keep my eyes and ears open.