Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2003 17:51:41 -0800 (PST) From: Niftyguy <niftyguy_30307@yahoo.com> Subject: my summer job chapter 22 My Summer Job, Chapter Twenty-two 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. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was 7:00 in the morning and the sky was starting to get seriously light as the fog burned off. Sam and I were parked in front of the house where Beverly Gray, Richard Gray's mother, had once lived. Whether she was still there was anybody's guess, but occasionally we saw a woman pass by the picture window in the front of the house. She looked to be somewhere in that nebulous territory between fifty and sixty, but it was hard to tell exactly where she stood. A hard life obscures many things. She had started the morning wearing a ratty bathrobe, though she had since changed into what looked like a uniform of some type. Just about time to leave for work. I reached over and touched Sam's chest. Through the cotton fabric of his t-shirt I could feel the small fragment of metal inserted through his nipple. "Why did they do this?" I asked. "What?" Sam asked. "Why did they pierce your nipple , that night? Does it mean something?" Sam didn't speak for a long minute. "I guess it means something," he said. "It's a sign, a sign that I can be trusted, for certain tasks that Rich and his associates need done sometimes." "What kinds of tasks?" I asked. "You really don't have any idea of what is actually going on at Idlewild, do you? Rich is using that place, just like he uses everything, for his own purposes. To make money, to feed his ego, whatever. You already know he's selling sex.. But he's involved in all kinds of things. Drugs, gambling, violence, whatever." "Jesus," I said. "Are you sure about all of this?" "I'm sure," Sam said quietly. "I've known guys who've just disappeared, never to be heard from again. I wasn't kidding when I told you that Rich could kill me. Once you become part of his family, there's no leaving." "Is that what the piercing means, that you're part of the family?" "Well, at least what he calls a family. You know, I'm never going to get away from him. Some day, somehow, he's going to find me." I squeezed Sam's hand. "Not if I have anything to say about it." At that moment the front door of the house opened. "I think she's leaving," I said, instinctively dropping my voice to a whisper. The woman, dressed in what looked like a waitress uniform, got into a battered hatchback and sputtered down the road. We followed her for maybe three miles, back out to Fort Bragg's main drag, before she pulled into an old-fashioned diner's parking lot. After checking her hair in the rear-view mirror, she got out of the car and disappeared inside. "I guess it's time for breakfast," Sam observed. Once inside, we saw that our target had taken up her station behind the counter, where we took seats on the swiveling stools. "Morning, boys," she said as she handed us menus. "You want some coffee?" "Sure, that sounds good," I said, eyeing her nametag, which identified her as Beverly G. "Yeah, me too," Sam said. As she went to get our coffee, I leaned up to Sam's ear. "Jackpot," I whispered. He nodded. Twenty minutes later, as we were devouring our short stacks, scrambled eggs, and bacon, Beverly came back to fill up our coffee cups. "So, you boys local?" she asked, taking advantage of a momentary lull in activity at the counter. "No, we're just passing through, taking a little road trip," Sam said. "Is there anything in particular we should see before heading up the coast?" I asked, trying to draw her into a conversation. Screwing up her face, she scratched an itch between her shoulder blades as she thought. "Well, my boy always used to like to go out to the beach at the state park when he was your age. I ain't exactly sure what he did out there, but he sure passed a lot of time." "OK," I replied. "Maybe we'll check that out. Do you just have the one son?" Beverly bit he lip and turned her head, averting her eyes. "Yeah, I only had one son. And now he's gone. Look, I can't talk no more. Here's your check. You pay up at the cashier." With that, she turned on her heel and went through the swinging doors into the kitchen. I looked at Sam. "I guess that Rich isn't very good about sending Mother's Day cards." He furrowed his brow. "Maybe, but she gives me a weird vibe. There's something we're missing, I think." I couldn't really argue with that conclusion. "Come on, let's get out of here," I said, taking a last swig of coffee and fishing an extra large tip for Beverly out of my wallet. While we were paying the cashier, I spied a work schedule taped to the counter. Discreetly trying to read upside down, I made a mental note of Beverly's shift, which ended at 4:00 pm. "So where to now, Sherlock?" Sam asked as we emerged into the warm summer sun. Every last trace of fog had disappeared, leaving a brilliant blue sky. "Well, I'd like to be back here when Beverly gets off, but that's not until 4:00. How about we grab some stuff for lunch and spend the day out at the beach? It looks like it's going to be a fantastic day." "A day at the beach sounds nice, but why are we going to come back to tail Beverly?" "I don't know, it's just a feeling I have, that she has more answers. We're just going to have to figure out a way to get them." After a short detour to a supermarket to buy drinks and snacks, we headed up the coast on a highway that uncoiled in front of us like a snake. Hundreds of feet above, hawks floated lazily on thermal drafts. Hundreds of feet below, waves crashed against the sheer cliff. Only the good earth kept us tenuously suspended between air, water, and the fire of the sun. The beach was maybe a half-mile hike from the state park's main parking lot, which was mostly empty despite the brilliant day. Once down on the sandy expanse, I consulted the map we had gotten at the park entrance and proposed that we trek up and over a rocky spit to reach a slightly more secluded horseshoe shaped nook that was tucked away on the other side. My hope was that this spot offered more protection from the breeze that was blowing off the ocean. The rocks were a little more challenging to scale than I had initially thought, but both Sam and I were experienced enough rock scramblers to make it over without incident. Once on the other side, we were glad that we had made the extra effort. This hidden beach was just about perfect, and we soon found a sheltered spot in a driftwood enclosure that a previous visitor had built. The low walls not only offered even more protection from the wind, but they allowed for a little privacy, should any interlopers appear. For the time being, though, the entire expanse of sand was deserted. It felt wonderfully cozy to stretch out in our warm cocoon. Before long the sound of the waves and the wind, the smell of the salt air, and the penetrating rays of the sun had lulled me into an almost hypnotized state. I was very suggestible indeed, which I suppose is why I didn't resist very much when Sam decided to pull my shorts off before shedding his. It just seemed like a good idea to enjoy the sun completely. "I think that you're going to need some more sunscreen," he murmured in my ear. "Mmm, hmm," I replied as I felt his fingers spread the cool lotion over my previously hidden skin. I stretched my arms back before lacing my fingers behind my head, just enjoying the feeling of Sam's hand roaming across my body. It goes without saying that all of this attention made my cock prick up its ears, and before long a full-bore erection was laying heavily across my stomach. "Mmm, nice," I said, reaching out to stroke Sam's own hard-on. We kept this up for a little while, not really being very goal-oriented, but definitely enjoying our idle exploration of each other's body. Our reverie was interrupted, however, when we heard voices approaching from the same direction we had come. Apparently we were not the only ones who were willing to scale the rocks. "Come on, Chris, let's claim that shelter," a somewhat familiar voice called out. We didn't even have a chance to cover up before two figures loomed above us, casting shadows over our naked bodies. "Well, what do we have here? I see that we meet again." Shielding my eyes against the glare, I looked up and saw Chris and Kevin, the two good-looking thirty-year old guys whom we had met at the motel pool the previous day. "Hey guys," I replied. "I guess that great minds think alike." Chris looked first at Sam and then at me. "Well, I don't know what you guys are thinking, but seeing you lying there naked is making me think some very naughty thoughts." "Me too," Kevin chimed in. "And I'm also wondering if there's enough room in there for two more. You guys willing to share your little fort?" Not meeting any resistance from us, Chris and Kevin quickly skinned off their clothes and joined us in our shelter. Dark-haired Chris, who was the beefier of the two, flopped down next to Sam, while Kevin stretched his smooth, lean body out next to me. Glancing over, I saw that my fantasy from the previous day was more on target than I had reason to believe. A long, thick, cut cock protruded from his curly chestnut pubic hair, just like I had imagined. I glanced over at Chris, who was rubbing sunscreen over his lightly furred chest, and saw that he sported a true fireplug dick: short, thick, and ready to rise to the occasion. I guess that he caught me checking him out, because he smiled slyly when we made eye contact. "So, what happened to you guys yesterday?" he asked. "Yeah," Kevin added. "Our little motel clerk was almost more than we could handle. We fucked him so long I thought my dick was going to fall off." "Well, I guess that we didn't want to intrude on your private party," I replied. Sam piped up. "So, which one of you was he interested in?" Kevin laughed. "I think that boy is interested in anything on three legs. And he's got a really pretty dick himself. Maybe even prettier than yours, Mike," he said, reaching out and playfully squeezing the base of my cock. He ran his hand up the length of my shaft and smeared the droplet of clear fluid that had oozed out of my piss slit. "Something tells me Mike here is a little horndog himself. What do you think, Sam? Should we take care of your boyfriend?" Before Sam could answer, Chris reached over to stroke my boyfriend's cock, pulling back the foreskin and revealing the glistening head. "I don't know, Kevin, I think that Sam's got the same problem as Mike. I think we're going to have to take care of both of them." In unison, the two older men began to nuzzle our groins, sucking our balls and licking their way up and down the length of our cocks. I gasped as Kevin expertly applied moist pressure to each sensitive patch of skin he could find. Instinctively I turned my head toward Sam, seeking his mouth, craving his taste. The instant that our lips made contact his tongue slipped into my mouth, swimming like an inquisitive eel as he probed into the deepest recesses. It became difficult for my mind to separate out the sources of the sexually charged sensations I was experiencing. Looking down, I saw that Kevin had taken the entire length of my cock into his mouth, and his moist lips traveled up and down the quivering shaft while his tongue flickered back and forth over the naked flesh. Simultaneously, his fingers stroked my swollen nuts and raked through my pubic hair, before moving on to tease my clenching sphincter. Ratcheting things up further, Sam reached over to pluck at my hard nipples, while sliding his tongue into my ear. Turning towards him, I saw that his pierced nipple was more engorged than I had ever seen it, and I reached out to touch it. "Oooh, fuck," Sam groaned as Chris continued to suck. I was concerned at first that Sam's nipple was still sore, but it became quickly evident that it was extremely sensitive in all of the right ways. Again and again, I pinched and flicked it, playing it like a musical instrument, jangling Sam's nerves to the point where I thought that Chris was going to have to be careful, or Sam would go over the edge. I experienced a brief flash of disappointment as Kevin pulled off of my cock and crawled up my body. The sensation of his enormous, curved erection against my own cock quickly produced a feeling of complete sexual hunger, though. I reached down and grasped our two shafts together, reveling in the slippery friction as his hard-on slid across mine. "I bet I know what you want," he whispered in my ear. "You want my cock, don't you?" "Oh, yeah," I replied. "You want to suck on this monster, don't you?" "Mmm, yeah." "You wanna get fucked by this big dick, don't you?" "Yeah, I wanna get fucked. I want you to fuck me." "Well don't worry, you're gonna get fucked, but now it's time for you to suck me good." In a flash I was on my knees, frantically trying to cram as much of Kevin's monster cock into my mouth, not caring what Sam or Chris thought. All that I knew was that I needed to do whatever it took to suck this enormous erection. Stretching my lips wide and breathing deeply, I gave myself over to my lust and began to worship every inch that Kevin was prepared to share with me. I was vaguely aware that Chris had coaxed Sam into a similar position, but the thought that they were working themselves into a similar frenzy only added to my level of horniness. "Yeah, just suck it all the way down," Kevin groaned. "You're just like Matt was yesterday. You fucking need every fucking inch, and that's exactly what you're gonna get, except what you're gonna get next is nine inches of cock right up that young jock butt of yours." My mouth was completely full, so all I could do to signal my agreement was to groan. My meaning must have been clear, because Kevin slowly eased himself out of my mouth. He briefly pulled me up to kiss me on my mouth. "You've got me so turned on, I can't wait to fuck you," he whispered. "It's going to be awesome, I promise." With that, he moved into position behind me. Simultaneously, Chris flipped Sam around so that he was facing me. Both Sam and I instinctively inched forward, enabling our lips to touch, and we kissed deeply as Kevin and Chris began to explore our holes with their tongues and their fingers. It was awesome. The more Kevin teased and probed, the more I felt like a giant hole was opening in the core of my body, a hole that could only be filled by his enormous column of flesh. I was almost in a frenzy by the time Kevin poked through my sphincter and began to slowly ease his cock into my ass. Inch by inch, he kept up his assault until he was completely buried inside, and I could feel his pubes scratching at my butt. I reached down and fingered around my stretched hole, feeling only the base of his cock protruding. His heavy balls had come to rest against mine, alerting me to the enormous load of cum that he was going to spray into my guts. Having just been filled, the sensation of loss as he pulled back out was intense. Every spot that his swollen head passed left an itch that could only be scratched by a return visit. My very guts seemed to quiver with anticipation, and I felt a little giddy and light-headed as he plunged back in and began to fuck me in earnest. Again and again he sawed in and out, filling me to the bursting point and then emptying me out again. As I grew somewhat accustomed to the intense onslaught, I was able to focus on the more subtle sensations I was experiencing, even as my excitement level grew. Eventually I began to realize that I might be able to cum without even touching myself, and I began to groove on that idea, focusing on every quiver of sensation that might help me to achieve my goal. As I was starting to feel these intense pre-orgasmic sensations, I was acutely aware of Sam on his hands and knees in front of me, being fucked very thoroughly by Chris. I opened my mouth to his, and we locked our lips together, enabling erotic energy to flow between Chris and Kevin, using our bodies as a transmission device. In my mind's eye, I could see Kevin's long curved cock tunneling up my chute, while Chris's fat dick plugged Sam's hole. I wondered how close Kevin was to shooting, whether his balls were pulled up tight, whether his pumping muscles had been activated, whether hot sperm was at that very moment shooting up through his shaft, ready in a millisecond to spray deep inside my guts and coat every square inch of my chute with slippery cum. I wondered whether Chris was on the verge of burying his cock as deep into Sam as he could reach, right at that moment of climax when he wanted as much of his spasming erection encased in flesh as possible. Without even realizing it, this sequence of horny visions was enough to set in motion the whole chain of irreversible events that lead to a monster orgasm, and I fucking came big, so big I felt like I was going to be turned inside out. Kevin rode me right along with my orgasm, using the powerful spasms in my ass to put him right where he needed to be, and I felt him grab my hips as he drove in to the hilt, burying himself as he pumped out volley after volley of white-hot sperm. I didn't exactly lose consciousness afterwards, but it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that my world was spinning as I collapsed down onto the blanket we had spread in the sand. Eventually Kevin gingerly extracted himself from my ass, which caused some very intense and completely involuntary pulsations to shudder through me from head to toe. All four of us were just sprawled there, relaxing in the warm sun, for maybe ten or fifteen minutes before anyone spoke. There really just wasn't anything to say. Finally, Kevin broke the silence. "Now if Matt had been here, it would have been heaven." Chris punched his partner playfully in the arm. "Aren't you ever satisfied? Show a little gratitude to Mike and Sam, why don't you?" Truth be told, we were all pretty grateful for some pretty amazing sex, and the four of us spent the rest of the afternoon just hanging out and enjoying each other's company. It was a good opportunity to bond with some slightly older and more experienced guys. As 4:00 approached, though, Sam and I packed up our things and got dressed. Enough fun and games. It was time to find some answers.