Date: Sat, 24 May 2003 03:43:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Niftyguy <niftyguy_30307@yahoo.com>
Subject: my summer job, chapter 10

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, read no further.  If you have any feedback, please drop me a
line at niftyguy_30307@yahoo.com

Thanks a lot to all of the guys who have written.  I appreciate the
encouragement.

Note: Each new chapter in this series assumes the reader has read the
preceding chapters.

------------------------------------------------------------------------

Pushing the lawn mower back and forth across the ragged lawn, I created
order out of chaos.  Neat parallel lines replaced the unkempt,
undifferentiated blanket of unruly blades of grass.  On that day, I was
grateful that my work schedule permitted me to do hard physical work
outside, in the sunshine and fresh air.  As I mowed and trimmed, raked and
bagged, I tried to empty my mind of all the disorderly thoughts that kept
threatening to break the surface.  Looking back on that summer, with the
benefit of a few more years under my belt, I can recognize that too much
was happening to me, too fast, and I was struggling a bit to keep up.  Even
then, I probably knew that I was compressing too much experience into too
little time, but I didn't seem to know where the brake was.  All my foot
could find was the gas.

I took a quick shower after I finished my assigned yard work and then
headed up to the lodge to check out the schedule for the upcoming week.  It
was late Sunday afternoon, so most of the club members had already left to
return to their families and "master of the universe" jobs.  The entry hall
of the main lodge was deserted, except for my suitemate Tim, who happened
to be the clerk on duty at the main desk.

"Mike, hey, I'm glad you showed up.  Could you do me a favor?" he asked.

"That depends.  What do you need?"

"Well, we just got a phone call from a member's wife.  She says she needs
to talk to her husband as soon as possible, and he isn't answering his
cell.  It would be great if you could help track him down.  I think that he
went out riding with Eric Cantwell, but nobody is picking up the phone in
the stable."

"You want me to go ride after them?"

"Nah, just leave a note in the stable."

"Well, I guess I've got nothing better to do.  What's the name of the
member?"

"Douglas Drake.  He's pretty easy to spot, since he's one of the younger
members.  Early forties, dark hair, great shape."  Tim winked at me.  "He's
actually pretty hot, and he's not a complete asshole, either, unlike some
of the other guys."

"Yeah, I've noticed recently that assholes aren't exactly a rare breed
around here."  I gave Tim a mock salute.  "OK, I'm off on my mission.  See
you later tonight."

The club's stable was well hidden behind a thick stand of trees, on the
edge of a large meadow.  It was a beautiful, quiet setting, almost like an
idealized image of where a horse barn should be. Nothing in or around the
large wooden building, not a piece of equipment or even a single blade of
grass, seemed to be out of place.  Eric Cantwell, the club's groom, clearly
ran a very tight ship.  Walking in to the stable, I breathed deeply,
savoring the rich smell of the horses, the leather, and the hay.  I
initially thought that no one was around, except for the horses. I was
about to leave a note in the groom's small office, when I suddenly heard a
noise coming from the hayloft at the far end of the stable.

Quietly I padded down to where some hay bales were stacked in a pile.
Climbing up, I was just able to peer over the edge of the loft floor.  The
loft was apparently being used to store riding equipment in addition to
hay.  Leather bridles and reins hung neatly from the wall, and a pair of
saddles rested on sturdy wooden stands.  None of that surprised me.  What
did surprise me, however, was the sight of Eric Cantwell and another man,
who fit the description of Douglas Drake, locked in a very heated embrace.
As I watched, the two men, standing there shirtless, hungrily kissed and
groped each other's sweaty, muscular torsos.  Eric was very tall, probably
6' 3", and a good four or five inches taller than Mr. Drake.  The big,
strapping groom had thick, sandy hair that covered his bulging forearms,
and his powerful, almost hairless chest sported fat, meaty nipples that his
companion was twisting and pulling.  Even though the presumed Mr. Drake was
maybe five years older than Eric (and probably twenty years older than me),
he had the muscular, mature body of a man who had worked to maintain his
earlier athletic prowess.  The tanned muscles that covered his torso
rippled under the light coating of dark fur.  Both men exuded a powerful,
very masculine sexuality.

I was getting more and more excited as I watched the action in front of me,
two oversexed men who knew what they wanted from each other and were intent
on getting it, down and dirty in the summer heat.  I felt a little dizzy,
and my mouth was as dry as cotton, when I saw Mr. Drake begin to unbutton
the fly of Eric's pants.  One by one, agonizingly slowly, he popped the
buttons free.  Mission accomplished, he reached inside and carefully
extracted his prize.  The groom's thick, uncut dick bobbed free, pulsating
with life.  The bulbous head poked out of the thick cowl of skin that
normally hid it, and even from my distance I could see the clear drip of
precum that oozed out of the wide slit.  Eric responded by deftly unzipping
his companion's pants, freeing its prisoner.  The older man's cock was
probably close to two inches longer, but it clearly wasn't as thick as the
groom's heavy tool.  In my fevered brain, I imagined that I could smell the
rich scent that their glistening cocks were almost surely giving off, and
my mouth began to water at the thought of tasting them.

I watched spellbound as these two men began to explore each other.  Their
hands roamed across taut skin, their mouths locked together, their cocks
jousted in some sort of obscene fencing match, lubricated by their leaking
precum.  My own hand slipped down to my crotch and began to massage my
growing erection.  I was so distracted by all of this stimulation, theirs
and mine, that I didn't even notice how the dust in the stable was pushing
me closer and closer to an inevitable sneeze.  In fact, I didn't realize
that my cover was about to be blown until it was almost too late.  In vain
I tried to suppress the inevitable explosion, but I failed in spectacular
fashion, letting out a sneeze that would have woken the dead.

My presence announced, both men momentarily froze, and then they slowly
turned my way.  I sheepishly smiled.

"Hey, sorry to bother you guys.  I was just looking for Mr. Drake."

The older guy snorted.  "Well, you've found him.  What the hell do you
think you're doing, sneaking up on us?"

I thought quickly and swallowed hard.  "I'm kind of just enjoying the view,
right now."

The two older men looked at each other and started to smile.  Mr. Drake
shrugged his shoulders and Eric shook his head in mock disgust.  "Well, get
your butt up here then.  I guess this isn't going to be a private party."

As I quickly scrambled up the nearby ladder, the two of them skinned off
their pants.  My heart was beating a mile a minute as they sandwiched me
between their naked bodies and began to strip my clothes off.  Each patch
of my naked skin that was exposed came into contact with theirs, generating
a crackling sexual electricity.  I was in heaven.  If I could have had one
wish, it would have been to somehow fuse with Eric behind me and Mr. Drake
in front of me, anything to keep the feeling of this contact going.  I was
enveloped in their heat, their scent, their sweat, and their physical
power.  As I lost myself in the moment, I swore that I could feel surges of
pure testosterone coursing from my balls out through my entire body.

It's a bit of a blur how it happened, but I quickly found myself sitting up
on one of the saddles that were stored up in the loft, Eric on one side and
Mr. Drake on the other.  They began to systematically explore my body with
their lips, from my sweaty armpits to my hard nipples, across my strong
thighs and finally over my balls and up my rock-hard cock.  It was an
amazing sight to see these two very handsome and sexy older men locking
their lips together, around and up and over my cock.  Tongues and lips were
covering every square inch of my quivering flesh, and I just leaned back to
enjoy the experience, savoring the feeling of the smooth leather under my
butt and between my legs.  I was momentarily disappointed when Eric pulled
off for a minute, and I watched as he went to retrieve a short leather
strap that hung on a nearby wall.  Coming back, he cinched the strap around
my cock and balls, improvising a cock ring.  I hadn't thought that I could
get any harder, but the snug cord caused even more blood to pool in my
cock, turning it a deep purple and making it even more sensitive.

"Come on, Eric, let's roll him in the hay," the older man said.

"Oh fuck yeah," the groom replied.  "We're gonna show this boy how grown
men do it, aren't we?"

The two of them easily lifted me off the saddle and deposited me on a horse
blanket on a big pile of hay.  We literally rolled around in the hay for a
few minutes, rubbing our bodies together and tasting and touching each
other.  I was so fevered, so drunk on lust, that at times I couldn't tell
who I was touching, what I was tasting, or where I would go next.  I was
brought back into focus, however, when, while I was spread out on all
fours, Mr. Drake began to eat my ass and Eric bobbed his thick organ in
front of my lips.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, as my mouth reached out to take Eric's already slick
cock into my mouth.  He eased his way in, and I closed my wet lips around
his girth while I used my tongue to stroke the underside of his shaft.
Behind me, the light flickering of the older man's tongue, alternating with
the pressure of his sucking lips, was almost more than my sensitive flesh
could take, and I instinctively struggled to pull away, only to have
Mr. Drake grasp my butt cheeks with his strong hands and hold me in place.
Somehow, he seemed to know exactly how much I could take, and he was going
to give me exactly that much.  Trying to maintain equilibrium, I willed
myself to shift my focus to Eric.  Still sucking, I rolled my eyes up to
look at this man who truly towered over me.  I found myself wanting to
taste his entire body, every glistening muscle, the same way I tasted his
fat penis.  I reached up and grasped his egg-shaped balls, nestled in a
cloud of sandy hair, and I began to stroke and grasp, lightly tugging at
them.  This seemed to really turn him on, and he grabbed the side of my
head and began to really pump into my mouth.  As he stroked in and out, I
used my lips to slide his foreskin up and down his hard shaft.

At about the same time, I could feel Mr. Drake park his cock at my back
door, and I shivered with anticipation.  He reached between my legs to
squeeze out my precum, which he mixed with his own slippery fluid and
plenty of spit.  I could feel him smearing this natural lubricant over my
ass and his cock, and I greedily pushed up against him, signaling that I
was ready and willing for the invasion that I could sense on the horizon.
He teased me for a few minutes, but when he finally pushed through it was
worth the wait.  The feeling when he penetrated me was just awesome.  The
intense rimming that this older man had given me had left my ass literally
quivering like jello, and I experienced a shudder of relief when I finally
had his hard cock to grip on to.

"Jesus H. Christ," Mr. Drake gasped.  "Son, you are tight as fuck.  I
swear, I won't forget this anytime soon."

I just groaned in response, and tried to push back further, reveling in the
feeling of his scratchy pubic hair as it came to rest against my ass.

"Well don't stretch him all the way out," Eric laughed.  "I might want a
piece of that, if our young friend is willing."  He eased out of my mouth
and leaned down to gently kiss me.  "You think you can handle both of us?"

"I know I can," I gasped.  "I want you both, both of your cocks."

As Douglas Drake fucked me, he hooked his arms under my armpits and pulled
my torso up, giving Eric access to my cock.  The groom very gently, very
carefully, started to stroke and suck.  He clearly wanted to keep me just
on this side of an orgasm, so that I would still be turned on for him when
it was his turn.  We weren't working at cross-purposes, either, because I
wanted the same thing.  If anything, in my state, I wanted this encounter
to last forever.  Mr. Drake, however, did not, and before long he grabbed
my hips and drove deep inside of me, bottoming out as he injected his hot
semen into my guts.

Eric was ready to get down to business as soon as the older man had pulled
out.  The groom placed me on my back, braced my legs back with his powerful
forearms, and positioned his thick organ so that it floated between us,
aiming for my very hungry ass.  He was very deliberate as he prepared to
mount me, almost like he was getting ready to ride an unknown and
potentially wild horse.  I felt totally open, totally naked, totally
exposed underneath him, but I was entirely comfortable with that.  The
sheer physical power of his presence was not at all intimidating; it was
unbelievably exciting.  This excitement only grew as he pushed inside,
stretching my ass as drove in deeper and deeper.

"Oh fuck," I groaned.  "Just ride my ass."

"Is that what you want?" Eric asked as he looked me straight in the eye.
"You want my big cock up your ass?"

"Oh, yeah," I said as I completely gave myself over to him.  The only
stimulation my cock was getting was when it bounced against the sexy
groom's body, but I still felt like I could shoot at virtually any time.
The intense sensations of heat and friction and fullness were a witches'
brew of stimulation that I couldn't control, but which Eric could.
Somehow, he seemed to be able to read my body better than I could, and we
ground against each other for what seemed like an eternity.  Slowly,
deliberately, inexorably, though, he began to ratchet up the intensity of
our fucking.  I became aware of a warm glow, a hint of a spasm that started
slowly but began to build.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," I muttered.

"You're going to cum soon, aren't you?" Eric asked, stating it more as a
fact than as a question.

Wordlessly I nodded, and he reached down to release the leather strap.
Just the suggestion of an orgasm was tripping switches in my brain, a
trickle at first but pretty soon an unstoppable cascade.  I felt like my
body was going to split apart from the powerful contractions that rippled
through me as my cum shot everywhere.  Right in the middle of my orgasm,
Eric groaned deeply, drove inside of me, and pressed his mouth hard against
mine, exhaling his breath into my lungs.  For a very brief instant, I felt
like we were one, fused together by our male desire.

None of us said anything for a few minutes.  Eric slowly rocked his
still-hard cock back and forth in my ass, now quite loose and flooded with
slippery fluids from the two older men.  Eventually he pulled out, and the
three of us lay back on the hay, relaxing.  I was in the middle, feeling
totally comfortable between these two men, and my hands kept reaching down
to grasp the two cocks that had just given me so much pleasure.  Drake
suddenly turned to me, though, with a quizzical expression on his face.

"So why were you looking for me?" he asked.

I had completely forgotten about the message that I was supposed to give
him.  "Your wife called and said that she needs to talk to you as soon as
possible."  The three of us looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Just tell her that you were in the middle of something," Eric said,
pretending to be helpful.  "A very important meeting, maybe.  Or tell her
you were training a new pony."  He swatted my behind as he made the last
comment.

"I'm sure it was nothing," Drake said as he sighed.  "She probably is going
to New York for the week and needs me to fire some servant."  He got up and
started to dress.  "But I suppose I'd better get back to the lodge and
call."  He turned to me.  "So, you know my name, what's yours?"

"My name is Mike, Mr. Drake."

"Nice to meet you Mike.  And you should call me Doug," he said, winking at
me.  "I think we know each other well enough for that now, don't you?"

Doug took his leave and disappeared down the ladder, leaving Eric and me
alone.  We relaxed awhile longer before he asked if I wanted to take a
quick shower before getting dressed.  We both squeezed into the shower in
the groom's private washroom and took turns lathering each other up and
rinsing each other off.  We were both more than a little aroused during our
shower, but it was too soon to get off again.  When we finished, I looked
out the window as I toweled off.

"What's that?" I asked, pointing to a small building that was just barely
visible through the trees on the other side of the meadow.

Eric's face darkened.  "That's nowhere you need to go."

"Why?  What's it used for?"

"It's a private residence for one of the members.  If anyone ever invites
you to go there, just say no thanks."

"Jeez, are you trying to scare me?"

"Yes, I'm serious," Eric said abruptly.  He tousled my hair.  "Look, if
you're ever tempted to go up there, come see me instead.  I guarantee you I
can show you a better time."

I didn't doubt that, but I was still curious.  What danger could lurk in
such an idyllic place?