My Summer Job

By NiftyStoryTeller / NiftyGuy

Published on Sep 12, 2003

Gay

My Summer Job, Chapter Seventeen

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 hard to believe that I was lying there next to Sam, bathed in the light of a new day. He looked almost angelic sprawled in our makeshift bed, breathing regularly, his eyes closed. During the night he had pushed the striped sheet down, revealing his naked body. The only evidence of what had gone on the previous night was the small piece of metal that pierced his left nipple. With an almost frightened fascination, I moved closer to get a better look. The miniature barbell that now passed through Sam's areola was clearly causing his body to react. The sensitive flesh was flushed and engorged, and the metal invader seemed to push the pink nipple out, increasing its prominence. I instinctively extended my tongue until just the very tip just made contact with his nipple. As I tasted the hard bud of flesh, Sam's whole body vibrated with a visible shiver.

"Ooooh, ooooooh," he sighed very softly, out of pleasure or pain.

I paused, not knowing whether to stop or continue. Very gently, I fluttered my tongue across the distended flesh, attempting to soothe and comfort. At the same time, I put my hand on Sam's thickening cock, which felt hot to the touch and was still crusted with dried cum from his earlier ordeal. Very gingerly, I stroked the fleshy hood that had endured such extreme abuse. My intention was not so much to excite as to calm, even while I pressed my body firmly against Sam's.

"You shouldn't have seen that last night, you know," he whispered to me.

"I think it's a good thing I did, or you wouldn't be here right now," I whispered back.

"Well, you definitely shouldn't have gotten me out of there."

"Why? Were you enjoying yourself?"

Sam paused for a minute. "No, I wouldn't say that. But there may be repercussions."

"Oh really? Are they going to come and get us?"

Sam turned his head and looked directly into my eyes. "This is no laughing matter. They weren't done with me yet. And I know Rich well enough to know that he won't be happy. There'll be hell to pay."

"I think that you should tell him to go to hell," I replied.

"Really? Can you say that to me without knowing what the consequences of that would be, who would get hurt?"

I didn't respond immediately. "All I know is that it looks like you're getting hurt. And I'd like that to stop, because it's wrong. What hold does he have on you, anyway? Is he threatening you? Blackmail?"

"You're too young to know."

"Look, Sam, I want to help. And frankly, I think you need it. But if you're not going to trust me, I don't see what I can do."

Sam looked away and closed his eyes. We just lay there for a few minutes, our bodies pressed together. Finally, he spoke.

"I really appreciate what you're trying to do, Mike. Really. There's probably no way you can realize how much. But there's only so much I can share right now. I will tell you that the most important thing right now is for me to find a place where I can lie low for a few days, so I can figure out my next step. I honestly think that Rich would kill me if he could get his hands on me, and probably you too, if he knew that you had sprung me out of the dungeon last night. He can't know that you had anything to do with this. You're in danger even if he just suspects you."

I nodded wordlessly, and Sam leaned over and covered my lips with his. My cock started to grow at the first instant his tongue met mine, and he reached down to grasp it. We just lay there, kissing and touching each other and rubbing our bodies against each other for a few minutes.

"OK, buddy, we've got more important business to attend to. Just calm down," Sam said playfully, as he batted at my now completely revived erection. "Why don't we see if we can get cleaned up and figure out a way to get out of here without anyone seeing us?"

I quickly donned my T-shirt and shorts and gave Sam my boxers, so that he would have something to wear. We quietly let ourselves into Eric's quarters, only to discover him sitting in the living area, drinking a cup of coffee and waiting for us.

"Good morning, boys," he said. "Did you sleep OK?"

"Just fine," I replied. "Eric, would it be OK if we cleaned up a little bit? I think that we could both use a shower."

"Be my guest. Do you remember from last time where everything is?"

"Yeah," I replied, blushing a little at his reference to my earlier tryst with him and Douglas Drake.

"My guess is that you two need more than a shower, though," Eric observed.

Sam looked at me, wordlessly asking if we could trust Idlewild's burly groom. When I nodded yes, he took a deep breath. "You're right. I do need something else. I'm in a bit of trouble, and if I don't have someplace where I can hide from someone who's looking for me, it could get pretty ugly."

Eric nodded slowly. "Yeah, there's some pretty ugly stuff that goes on around here. Look, why don't you guys jump in the shower, and I'll make a phone call. I might have the perfect solution for you."

The hot spray of water felt positively decadent as it coursed over my body and filled the gleaming large white tile space with billowing clouds of steam. I just stood there for a few minutes, trying to make sense of the situation. I could hear Sam taking a leak; after he flushed the toilet, he pushed the shower curtain back.

"Is there enough room in here for me?" he asked.

"Come on in," I replied. He entered without bothering to close the curtain all the way.

It didn't take long for us to start lathering each other's bodies. Soon I was spreading slippery suds across every inch of Sam's body, from the crack of his ass to his armpits to the spaces between his toes. I was getting more and more excited as I slid my body across Sam's, and he eventually turned around to face me. Our lips met as our erect cocks bounced stiffly against each other. Even though water was showering down on us, I could feel the slippery ooze that was leaking out of both of our cocks.

"Mmmm, nice," I growled.

"Ya think so?" Sam asked rhetorically.

His mouth slowly meandered down across my body, tasting my neck, the tuft of hair in the crevasse between my pecs, my flat stomach muscles. As I pulled on my hard tits, he squatted down in the sheets of water and began to nuzzle around my crotch. Back and forth, up and down, Sam's mouth sucked and licked around the base of my cock, causing it to bounce heavily against his face. I looked down, and our eyes met as he very gently took the hard package of my swollen balls into his mouth. The unbelievable feeling of his tongue rasping across the sensitive skin set in motion the most delicious spasms that coursed through my entire groin, from the tip of my purple head to the deepest recesses of my clenching sphincter. Just the sight of my heavy cock lying across Sam's handsome face was almost enough to push me over the edge, but I wanted to prolong the pleasure as long as possible.

Eventually I was ready for Sam to put my balls aside and focus on my swollen cock. I carefully extracted my heavy sac from his mouth, put my hands on either side of his face, and placed my plum-shaped head on his moist lips. I tried to push through, anxious for him to start really sucking, but he was more interested in teasing me, at least at first. Very deliberately he began to lick the underside of my shaft, starting near the root and stopping on the sensitive flap of skin at the base of my cock head. Up and down he licked, occasionally pausing to suck and nip at especially sensitive spots along the way. It was just awesome. It goes without saying that I was loving this blow job, but I noticed that Sam had also started to pump his cock as he worked on mine. The sight of him jerking his foreskin back and forth over the length of his thick erection just added to my stimulation.

When it finally came time for him to take me completely into his mouth, my whole body bucked and shook. The feeling of Sam's wet mouth gliding up and down my quivering length, as we were simultaneously drenched by a spray of warm water, made me feel like I was riding some sort of erotic tidal wave. I wasn't in control of what was happening; all I could do was go with it and try to take advantage of every jolt of pleasure that was making itself available to me. I greedily thrust into Sam's mouth, invading his throat and intensifying the wet friction that we were creating together.

"Oh, fuck, I want to fill your beautiful mouth with cum," I growled. "I'm gonna pump you full until it's dribbling down your chin."

Sam just groaned in response, causing my cock to vibrate even faster. I could tell that he was increasing the pace at which he was jerking his own cock, and that made me pump even faster.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you? You want to drink my cum, I bet." Sam's mouth enveloped my cock like hot silk as he sucked wildly. "Well. Here. It. Comes." I grabbed his head and held it still as I shot an enormous load into the deepest recesses of his throat. All of the erotic energy that I had been building up since my forbidden spying on the depraved spectacle of the previous night came flooding out. Looking down, I saw a mixture of saliva and semen dribbling out of Sam's mouth and dripping down onto his own orgasming penis. In that moment, I felt totally clean and relaxed.

"Well, you guys really know how to take a shower." Both of us turned our heads and saw Eric Cantwell standing in the bathroom door. His thin cotton boxer shorts were tenting with a rather obvious erection, indicating that he had been standing there for more than an instant.

Sam gave me a heavy-lidded, post-orgasmic look, and licked his lips. I turned to Eric.

"Maybe we can help out with that," I said, nodding at the bulge in his shorts.

He walked over to the shower, pushed the curtain the rest of the way aside, and just stood in front of us. Sam and I immediately began to root around his crotch, focusing our hot breath on his fabric-encased organ while occasionally locking our own lips together. In unison we pulled down Eric's underwear, and his enormous uncut cock bounced free. It smelled hot and sexy, and a little raunchy. I deftly inserted my tongue between his tight foreskin and fat head, and the musky taste made me feel almost light-headed. Sam, meanwhile, tugged at Eric's heavy balls and used his tongue to trace a line up the length of the groom's shaft.

Eric was content to let us just go to town on every inch of his impressive meat. At first we licked and sucked together, locking our lips together over and under the hard column of flesh and enjoying the unbelievable sensation of kissing each other around the thick cock. Eventually, though, we each wanted to taste everything that Eric could offer. He willingly obliged us, as he alternately pumped first my mouth, then Sam's, and then back to me, again and again. At one point, I idly wondered who would get to taste Eric's cum. I didn't really think that we would have to wait long to find out; Eric was clearly very turned on, and I didn't think that he would last very long. Sure enough, in a matter of minutes Eric's low-hanging balls began to tighten, just as he had once again plunged into Sam's mouth.

"Oh, yeah," he groaned. "You're fucking mouth is so fucking hot, I'm gonna shoot." His whole body tensed, and every muscle was in sharp relief as he began to cum. I felt a little left out, until Eric quickly pulled out of Sam's mouth, pointed in my direction, and spurted a final thick, ropy strand of semen across my hungry lips. He slowly rubbed the still-dripping cock head over my mouth, and I used my tongue to clean away every drop of cum.

By this point, we had just about drained the hot water tank, so all three of us quickly cleaned up in the rapidly cooling water. Eric had found Sam some clothes that a former stable hand had left behind; they more or less fit him. All three of us then sat down for a quick conference.

"Ok, Sam, here's the story. I've found a place for you to stay. It's nothing fancy, but you'll be safe there. It's up by Eagle Pass, at my mom's place."

Sam wrinkled his brow. "Your mom's place? Will she be there?"

Eric laughed. "Oh, she'll be there, and I guarantee you that she'll make you work for your room and board. Every time I go up there I have a new callous from splitting wood. Does that sound like something you'd be interested in?"

Sam thought for a moment. "Well, I don't have much choice. But how am I going to get there?"

"I'll drive you up with a horse that I'm taking to the vet. You can lay low in the trailer," Eric replied.

Sam looked at me. "What do you think?"

"It sounds like the best option. At minimum, you need to have some way to get out of here without being seen, and a horse trailer might make the most sense. But I do have one question for Eric."

The groom looked at me, expectantly. "What's that, Mike?"

"You called Sam by his name, and I never introduced him. How did you know who he is?"

Eric looked like he'd been busted. "Well, his brother pointed him out to me once, and I recognized him from that," he said, carefully.

"His brother?" I turned to Sam. "I didn't know that you had a brother."

Sam looked more than a little uncomfortable. "I didn't grow up with him, but I do have a half-brother."

"And he's up here at Idlewild?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes." Sam took a deep breath. "His name is Richard Gray."

Next: Chapter 18


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