Date: Fri, 3 Jun 2011 16:18:10 -0400 (EDT)
From: mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: DILTF -- Chapter 7

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sexual fantasy situations and graphic sexual situations between adult
men. Some of the things depicted here may be considered unsafe sex or
taboo. These acts are in the context of a fictional story and not
recommended in real life. Always play safe. By reading further you are
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DILTF – Chapter 7 – Clayton's Story

By R. A. Swain

It was hot out. Not just hot, but stiflingly hot and Clayton Gregg was
sweating. It was a little after 2:30 in the afternoon and he was just
getting out of bed. The power was out. It had been out for about an
hour. The whole northeast was out. He rolled out of bed and pulled on a
pair of loose fitting shorts. He walked downstairs and stepped outside on
the front porch. It was even hotter outside than inside without air
conditioning. He looked up and saw Mark, the mailman, standing in front of
his truck parked in front of the house.

Mark had been their mailman for at least seven years. Clayton first noticed
Mark when he was 15. Mark was an older man, in his thirties; about five
foot seven with sandy brown hair, hazel eyes, sometimes a goatee, about 140
lbs. He was fit, probably from all the walking he did, and Clayton as a
hormonal closeted gay teen lusted after him. Now it was seven years later
and Clayton has spent many hours of self pleasure jerking off to thoughts
of Mark. He nodded to Mark.

"Hey Mark," he said.

Mark looked up. "Hey Clayton."

"What's up?" Clayton asked.

"My truck broke down and cell phone circuits are overloaded. Good thing I
finished my route, but I don't feel like walking across town to check out,"
Mark said.

Clayton noticed Mark had unbuttoned several button of his blue work shirt
and revealed his hairy chest. "Hot out. Hey would you like to come in for
lemonade and I could drive you back across town?'

Mark smiled. "That would be great. This power outage has screwed things up
all around the north east. Lemonade sounds good." He followed Clayton into
the house, not unaware of the college boy's strong swimmer's physique, his
statuesque looks, dark hair, and slight fuzz on his chest. He obviously
shaved, Mark thought, probably for the swim team.

"So have you graduated yet?" Mark asked.

"Yup. I'm now officially unemployed. Wanna go out and sit by the pool? It's
kinda hot in here." Clayton said.

"Lead on," Mark said. He took the bottle of lemonade Clayton handed him and
followed the young man out to the secluded backyard. "Nice. So what did you
major in?"

"Marketing," Clayton said. He flopped down on a lounge chair.

"Mind if I get some sun?" Mark asked, unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it
off revealing his furry chest.

"Not at all. Make yourself comfortable," Clayton said. "We can take a dip
if you like."

Mark smiled. "I don't have a swim suit."

"You could go in your underwear if you like," Clayton said.

Mark blushed a bit. "In heat like this I usually freeball," he said.

Clayton dropped his glance to Mark's shorts trying to sneak a peek up the
leg opening. Mark had very hairy legs. "I don't have a swimsuit on either."

Mark laughed. "If I didn't know better I'd think you were coming on to me."

Clayton laughed. "Yeah, it does sound like that, doesn't it?"

"Of course I'm a married man, and never really swung that way, so it
wouldn't work even if you were coming on to me," Mark said.

"Really? So you've never messed around with a guy?" Clayton asked.

Mark paused. "Are you coming on to me?"

Clayton looked at the older man. "I'm not looking for a relationship or
anything like that, I just think you're kind of hot and might be fun to
mess around with, but if you're straight then no harm no foul."

Mark ran his hand through the hair on his chest. "Have you ever been with a
woman?"

Clayton nodded. "I messed around a little in high school, but I swing
mostly with guys. I notice you didn't answer me when I asked if you've ever
been with a guy."

Mark sipped at his drink. "A few times. I messed around a bit in
college. It was just for sex."

"That's all I'm looking for, sex I mean." Clayton said, sitting his drink
down and placing his hands behind his head. "I enjoy sucking cock. I hope
that doesn't shock you."

Mark stared at the young man. "No it doesn't shock me. I'm cool with it. My
brother is gay."

"So you've had your cock sucked by a guy before?" Clayton asked.

Mark nodded. "Yeah. Is that what you're looking for, to suck my cock?"

"Maybe, but as you said you're straight and don't swing that way," Clayton
said.

Mark looked over at Clayton. "Yeah, I suppose I don't, but if I did," he
paused. "I don't know. It's been a long time since I've been with anyone
but my wife."

"Have you thought about it?" Clayton asked.

"Of course. Every married man thinks about other women," Mark said, adding,
"And sometimes other men."

"And if you were going to be with someone else, would it be a man or
woman?"

"Yes," Mark said with a grin.

"How about that swim?" Clayton asked.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" Mark asked.

"I already told you yes, but you've got to cooperate a little."

"I don't know," Mark said. "Flirting is one thing, but..."

"Skinny dipping with a younger guy might be too much for you?" Clayton
asked, but his tone was very seductive.

"Are you challenging me?" Mark asked.

"Maybe."

Mark stood up. He looked around the backyard. "When are your parents due
home?"

"With the power outage not for hours. They both work in the city and no
trains running will keep them from getting home for a long time," Clayton
said. He stood up and faced Mark.

Mark toed off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He stood up and loosened
his belt. He looked at Clayton watching him, and popped the button on his
shorts. He tugged his zipper open and Clayton could see Mark's furry chest
trailed down to a bushy brown fur around the base of his cock. He could
also see part of Mark's shaft and that it looked like he was at least
semi-hard. "Are you going to take your shorts off?" Mark asked.

Clayton began tugging his shorts down revealing his trimmed pubes and his
growing shaft. "How's this?"

"How far is this going to go?" Mark asked.

Clayton dropped his shorts to his ankles and stepped out of them. "How far
will you go?"

Mark looked around the yard again, and lowered his work shorts revealing
his cock to the younger man. He stepped out of his shorts and his cock
sprang up. He reached down and stroked his cock a few times. "Is this what
you wanted to see?"

Clayton nodded and stepped up to Mark, his five foot ten frame towering
over the mailman. Mark looked up into his eyes. Clayton reached out and
took hold of Mark's cock, pressing forward until his cock was touching
Mark's. He leaned down and pressed his mouth against Mark's. Mark returned
the kiss, wrestling his tongue into Clayton's month.

Clayton rubbed against Mark's furry body and felt Mark's hand on his
shoulder gently pushing him down to his knees. He glanced up at Mark, drew
in a deep breath of musk and ran his tongue along the curved underside of
Mark's cock up to the tip. He then took the crown tip into his mouth and
swirled his tongue around it, flicking his tongue at the piss slit, and
sliding down the shaft until the tip of Mark's cock was touching the back
of his throat.

Mark moaned. "Oh yeah, suck my cock man. Suck it."

Clayton bobbed his head up and down the length of the shaft, sucking on
Mark's long thick cock, glancing up at him from time to time, reaching up
and pinching Mark's nipples and running his fingers through the fur of his
chest. He pulled back from Mark's cock. "You like this?"

Mark nodded his hand on the back of Clayton's head. "Oh yeah."

"You think you might want to reciprocate?" Clayton asked.

Mark looked down and smiled. "Let's take that swim." He dove into the pool
and swam to the raft floating in the deep end. Clayton followed. The two
men mounted the raft from opposite sides and lay facing each other's
cocks. Mark leaned forward and gripped Clayton's cock. It was longer than
his, but not as thick. Also Clayton shaved his balls and shaft. Mark
occasionally did that as well, but his fur was full at the moment. He
opened his mouth and took in Clayton's tip, sucking on it as Clayton had
done to him.

Clayton retook Mark's cock into his mouth and the two men matched strokes
with each other, sucking and stroking each other's cocks until Mark broke
the rhythm. "I wanna fuck you, if you're into that," he said.

Clayton looked down at Mark. "Okay. You got any condoms?"

Mark shook his head. Clayton smiled. "Stay right here. I'll be right back."
He rolled off the raft and climbed out of the pool. Racing into the house
he quickly returned with a box of rubbers and some lube.

Mark was sitting on the edge of the pool. Clayton jumped in again and began
sucking Mark's cock, a hint of sweat and chlorine filled his nostrils as he
buried his nose in Mark's bush. Soon Mark was fully hard again and Clayton
was slipping on a condom. He took the lube and moved to the edge of the
pool lubing up his hole as he stood on the steps of the shallow end of the
pool.

Mark stood behind him, rubbing his cock between the crack of Clayton's
tight ass, gently pushing his sheathed tip against the puckered hole,
teasing Clayton with his hard cock until Clayton opened up and Mark's tip
fit in, his shaft sliding in further and his hairy balls rubbing against
Clayton's smooth balls. He gripped his arms around Clayton's waist and
began fucking him, thrusting hard and faster causing the water to splash up
around them. Reaching beneath Clayton, Mark fisted his erection and pumped
it long and hard until both men were on the verge of shooting their loads.

"Come on me," Clayton said.

Mark pulled out of Clayton's hole, shed the sheath and began jerking off in
earnest as Clayton turned around so Mark could come on his chest. Mark
pounded his cock and in a few seconds he was spurting his white sticky load
across the young man. Clayton pounded his own cock and began spewing his
load to join Mark's. The two men breathed hard and looked at their handy
work. Mark reached down and rubbed his hand over the cum on Clayton's chest
and stomach.

"I guess you need a ride across town now?" Clayton asked.

"We could swim and clean you off first, and then maybe we could do this
again before I go?" Mark asked.

"Oh we're gonna be doing this every chance we get, if you like, all
summer," Clayton said. He gripped Mark's growing cock again.

End Chapter 7


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