Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2003 14:55:59 -0700 (PDT) From: Niftyguy <niftyguy_30307@yahoo.com> Subject: my summer job chapter 20 My Summer Job, Chapter Twenty 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. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The gravel crunched under my car's tires as I left the pavement and turned up the steep driveway. Headlights were a poor substitute for the light of day, and I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I leaned forward to better follow the winding road carved through the stand of towering trees. Suddenly, I came over a rise and emerged in an open meadow. Despite the darkness, I could just make out the shape of two rustic buildings and, leaning up against the split rail fence that embraced the scene, a familiar figure. Sam. My heart thumped with eager anticipation and nervous excitement as I stopped my car and cut the lights and engine. Eyes and ears adjusting to the dark and quiet, I got out and walked toward Sam as he approached me. Before a word was said, we simply wrapped our arms around each other and held on tightly. Even through the rough fabric of the work shirt he wore, I could feel the shape of his body; it was true and good. As I exhaled my warm breath against his neck, I realized that I had been afraid that we would never experience this mountaintop reunion. Unable to contain all that I was feeling, my chest tightened and I gasped for air. Sam ran his fingers through my hair and put his lips against mine. Slowly, tenderly, he breathed into me, calming me. He looked into my eyes. "You OK, Mikey boy?" I sniffled. "I'll be fine. I'm just, I'm just glad to see you." "And I you. I didn't think that we'd meet up again this quickly. I was surprised when Eric's mom told me this afternoon that you'd be driving up." "Well, Eric was surprised too, when I went out to the stable this afternoon and told him that I wanted to come up here." In fact, Idlewild's groom had told me that he thought it was too soon, and we should all just wait to let things cool down. When he realized how determined I was, though, he reluctantly agreed to give me the directions to his mom's homestead at Eagle Pass, where Sam was hiding. "But a lot's changed since you left, Sam, and now I've got a plan. I think we've got the advantage, now." "You've got a plan, eh?" Sam asked as he playfully punched my arm. "I'm starting to feel like we're the Hardy boys." "Hmmm, maybe so. I always suspected that they were more than just brothers," I replied. "Do you want to be Frank or Joe?" "Or do you mean do I want to do Frank or Joe?" Sam replied before pressing his lips against mine and snaking his tongue into my mouth. I enjoyed the feeling of Sam's warm, wet tongue, and before long I had to reposition the noticeable erection that was uncomfortably snaking down the leg of my jeans. I finally broke away from Sam's kiss. "So is Eric's mom lurking around here somewhere?" I asked. Sam shook his head. "She's been in bed for hours. From what I can tell, she normally gets up with the chickens, so she conks out pretty early. She sleeps up in the main house, and I've been sleeping in what she calls the bunkhouse. It's pretty basic, but at least there's a little bit of privacy. Come on, and I'll show you." I grabbed my small backpack out of the car and followed Sam up to the low-slung, wood-frame building. Sam flipped on the light, and a single naked bulb illuminated the room that we entered. The whole place was full of boxes and piles of junk. "This is just the storage room. The bathroom is through there," Sam said, indicating a door. "And the bedroom, such as it is, is in here." It was pretty rustic. The walls were paneled with simple unpainted wooden planks, and the only furniture was an old iron bed, a small table with two straight-back chairs, and a rickety chest of drawers. "Home sweet home," I remarked, taking it all in. "It's not that bad," Sam said, flopping on the bed. "But the bed is pretty creaky. I just hope it doesn't collapse." I flopped down next to him, causing the iron frame to shudder and the ancient springs to squeak. "I think you'll have to be gentle," I said, looking at Sam, and we both burst out laughing. Sam rolled over on top of me, straddling my waist. "You want it gentle, then," he said, grinning down at me. "I think I remember how to do that." He leaned down and lightly brushed his lips against mine before moving his mouth over to my ear, where he alternated between whispering his erotically charged intentions into my ear and nibbling on the sensitive nooks and crannies that he found there. I shivered involuntarily, and broke into the widest possible grin, as his warm and wet tongue slithered into my ear canal. "You just let me take care of everything," he said as he pulled my T-shirt up and over my head. Still straddling my body, Sam slowly unbuttoned the frayed shirt he was wearing. I reached up to slip it off of his shoulders, and I lightly brushed the tips of my fingers across his smooth chest and down his flat stomach. Sam shuddered a little when I touched the tiny piece of metal that still pierced his left nipple, and he grasped my wrists and brought my hands up to his lips. Slowly, one by one, he inserted my fingers into his mouth, tasting and sucking. Rolling forward and stretching our arms out behind my head, Sam pressed his warm skin against mine. "You taste nice," he said softly. "And you feel very nice," I whispered, trying to identify every point of contact between our bodies. They were infinite. Truth be told, I was a little fatigued from the long drive, which left me very willing to lie back and enjoy the ride. Sam propped himself up on his elbows, enabling him to float just above me. As he rocked back and forth, there was little more than a suggestion of contact between our bodies. Paradoxically, this most subtle friction generated overwhelmingly intense feelings in me. Sam brought his mouth against mine once again, and I experienced a strong, almost indescribable sensation, as though I were both falling and flying. I shivered in anticipation as Sam reached down to unbuckle my belt and loosen my jeans. He had to stand up to take off my shoes, and I reached over and grabbed a pillow from underneath the worn quilt that covered the bed. Propping my head up, I watched as Sam unfastened his shorts, allowing them to fall to the ground. Slipping off his underwear, he stood before me, allowing me to see his entire body. His thick cock just barely swayed from side to side, and his almost hairless balls looked heavy and full. Smiling quietly, Sam grasped the bottom of each leg of my jeans and pulled them off, leaving me naked save for my white jockey shorts. I spread my legs wide open, as though I were issuing an invitation, and Sam did not hesitate for a minute. Slowly, deliberately, Sam traced the outline of my cock through the thin cotton fabric, pausing only when he reached the damp spot at the tip. Almost teasingly, he traced the circumference of this slippery circle again and again, causing delicious spasms to ripple through my whole body. "You are just so fucking sexy, Mike. It's so sexy when you're so turned on," Sam said, looking up into my eyes. Momentarily unable to speak, I just groaned, hoping to communicate to Sam that he was the reason that I was so turned on. I looked down my body when I felt Sam begin to pull my underwear off. Now we were both totally naked to each other. My body was wide open to him, to his desire, a gift that came from my desire for him. I was his to enjoy. Leaning down, Sam began to kiss the inside of my left thigh, working closer and closer to my groin. Just before his lips touched my balls, though, he switched to my right thigh, teasing me there. Again and again, he stopped just short of contact with either my cock or my balls, until I began to almost whimper from frustration. My reward eventually came, however, when he gently took first one, then the other of my balls into his mouth, tonguing all around the sensitive skin. As he did this, he reached up to hold my rigid cock completely vertical. Feeling a need to release some of the sexual energy that was building up inside of me, I began to shift my body from side to side, savoring the feeling of the cool cotton fabric of the quilt against my skin. Even this motion was not enough, however, when Sam began to nibble his way up my erection, and I reached down behind my knees to grasp my legs. Pulling back, I opened myself up even more completely. It was heaven. Sam started by dragging his flickering tongue up and down my shaft, only to ratchet up the intensity by bringing his lips into direct contact with the quivering skin. I had to fight back the urge to cum right then and there when he took me completely into his mouth. In the position I was in, legs spread wide and pulled back, Sam had complete access to my butt as well as my cock. Once this realization sunk in, he began to lightly stroke my tight pucker. I guess this caused my groans to intensify, because he looked up at me and smiled. It didn't take long for him to bring his saliva and my precum to bear on the problem; this natural lubricant easily enabled him to wiggle first one and then two fingers into my canal. Once inside, he played me like a musical instrument. It was truly amazing. As Sam sucked, he used his fingers to place the exact right amount of pressure in exactly the place where it would do the most good. I was in a haze. I could feel Sam sucking, and then poking and prodding, and then his tongue is sliding up and down my shaft even while his lips are circled around the root of my cock, and his hot breath is blowing over my balls, and he's massaging the inside wall of my ass, making my cock harder than it's ever been, and his mouth is pressed against the junction of my head and shaft, trapping my prick up against my belly, and he's stroking my hard balls with one hand, and popping in and out of my sphincter with the other, and I can feel a slippery thread of cum start to move deep inside of me, propelled by a fluttering spasm that's getting stronger and stronger, until it's pumping every ounce of hot sperm out of my balls, through my exploding cock, and across my chest, and I'm seeing stars. When I came to, I looked down to see Sam scooping up my copious load of sperm and spreading it across his own erection. Jacking back and forth to lubricate the entire length, he worked his foreskin back, revealing the dark purple cock head. I was momentarily surprised when he placed himself at my back door and pushed on through. Being still limp as a rag doll, savoring the afterglow of a most intense orgasm, I was in no position to give him resistance. But this was the first time I had ever been fucked right after cumming. In a way it was liberating, because I could focus just on the totally satisfying feeling of having Sam inside of me, with no thought of any greater release. As Sam fucked me, he put his arms around my legs and looked directly into my eyes. "I love being inside of you, Mike. I want to be inside of you forever. I've never felt this way before, this fucking turned on. I almost can't stand it." I reached up and touched his face before letting my hands migrate down to where our bodies were joined. Forming a "v" with the index and middle fingers of my right hand, I created a gate through which Sam thrust his erection as he fucked me. Feeling the slippery shaft repeatedly slide in and out, I just marveled at the intimacy of this act, taking this man for whom I cared so much inside of my body. I was so happy at the moment when Sam's body stiffened, signaling his orgasm, because it meant that he would leave something inside of me, something that I could absorb into my very being. At that moment, we were the whole world.