Date: Wed, 1 Jul 2015 23:50:30 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jacob Esteban <jacob442011@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Summer Night Seduction" Chapter 1

"Summer Night Seduction"
Chapter 1
Dedication: for Johnny
by Jacob442011@yahoo.com
(feedback welcome)


I like it that for work, we sometimes have conferences in Oregon at the
Edgefield McMenamins just outside Portland. The old retirement home
converted to a hotel has always felt comfortable. The paintings on the
walls along with the stories of the previous occupants give it a unique
feel. It is different having the European bathrooms at the end of the hall
(and not in the rooms), but that too has its own excitement in walking down
the hall naked under a white robe.

The beer and wine at Edgefield are both to my liking. I especially enjoy
the red wine, the Cabernet and the Black Rabbit Red (house blend). However,
my favorite part of Edgefield is the Ruby's Spa soaking pool. The water
flows and winds around in a figure 8, relaxing and warm, areas of light and
silhouette. While I get on well with my co-workers, I look forward to
slipping off by myself to the soaking pool after dinner, a glass of beer or
wine resting comfortably in my hand.

In fact, I was doing just this, marveling at how good the water felt, the
sun descending into twilight, increasingly gray against the swirling water
and bright underwater pool lights. Mmm, I said to myself, the red wine
tasting just right.

Dusk turned to dark, and I watched an attractive couple walk-swim past
me. Neither looked my way... I couldn't see her body, but I suspect she's
hot... They move around the corner, out of sight. My wine is almost
gone. After awhile, I adjust my position against the pool wal, seeing if I
can get a look at her. I do, but she's mostly in the water, held by her
lover, whose muscular back mostly shields her from my view.

Bummer, I think.

A noise of laughter and splashing draws my gaze to the other end of the
pool. Half dozen bikini clad women descend into the water, a couple of them
playfully splashing each other. My eyes are drawn to them as if by an
invisible force. Damn. I swallow hard the last of my wine. One of the women
pulls a chord and water splashes down. She runs her fingers through wet
brown hair, breasts standing tall under a bikini top. I can't look away as
a brunette swims over, untying the brown haired woman's bikini. The
handful-sized perky tits thrust up and out, beautiful.

Damn, I mumble, taking another drink, but my cup is dry.

Brunette beauty cups one breast and kisses her mouth; brown-haired beauty
returns the kiss, gently taking brunette's face in her hands.

My God.

I move a little closer, trying not to be conspicuous as I stare.

Trying to get a better look? says someone with a smile in his voice.

Uh, I mumble, and glance at the figure swim-walking toward me from out of
the dark.

Damn, I add, then smile over at him.

Yeah, he agreed, standing up out of the water and extending his hand.

I did not want to look away from the women, but I forced myself to clasp
the hand and nod.

Clint, said the man smiling at me from the steamy darkness.

Scott, I replied, glancing sideways back at the women. I was just in time
to see the one replace her bikini top as the whole group disappeared around
the corner out of view.

Beautiful night, Clint said, gazing up at the stars. Isn't Oregon beautiful
this time of year?

Sure is, I agreed, wishing more wine would appear in my empty cup.

Clint seemed friendly, and he was easy with words as well as pleasant,
asking me we what I did, where I was from, those kinds of things. I found
myself talking with him easily, comfortably. We talked of our families,
places we liked to travel, hobbies, interests.

Clint told me that he was from Dallas, that his fellow executives like to
stay at fancier hotels in Portland, but he loved the character of
Edgefield. The drive was worth it, he told me, he would just have to get
started back into the city a little earlier in the morning. He told me he
was in his mid-50s, and I replied that I was about ten years younger.

The wine felt good in my belly, and the water caressed my skin. I'd only
just met Clint, yet I felt like I knew him.

Clint said, I'm ready for another drink. Would you like me to get you one?

Yes, I said, yes I would. Let me get you some cash...

No, Clint waved the idea away, and asked what I would like. I told him more
of that house Red wine, and he winked and climbed out of the pool. As he
did so, the light fell across his features, and I observed that he looked
older than me, but he was also in better shape. He was in good shape, in
fact, tight abs, defined chest and arms. He disappeared into the shadows as
he headed for the bar.

Clint came back with the wine, and the water swirled around us. He handed
me my glass; I liked this guy better already.

Thanks, I said, and added, Cheers.

Cheers, Clint grinned, and we clicked our plastic wine glasses together.

Marines? Clint asked me, pointing at the markings on my arm.

Yeah, I said, self-conscious, thinking of when I was more fit, glancing at
Clint's tight abs.

You? I asked, impressed at Clint's recognition of the Marine Corps emblem.

No, not me, Clint said, but my brother was a Marine. I have a lot of
respect for Marines. You know, you still look pretty good. Do you lift?

Yeah, I said, but not like I used to.

I think you still got it, man, Clint said. May I? he asked reaching a hand
toward my chest, but pausing.

Uh, sure, I said, thinking, odd.

He pressed in with firm fingers around my pec, pushing around in various
spots into the muscle.

Yeah, Clint said admiringly, you have some good muscle there.

His hand dropped to my belly, he palmed it just below my belly button,
giving a quick jiggle, saying - nice. A man having a bit of a belly is
good.

My cheeks reddened and my mind felt fuzzy. Uh, thanks, I said.

Wasn't that hot, those two chicks kissing? Clint asked, taking a sip and
swishing against the wall beside me.

Hell yeah, I said.

Why do you think it's hot, two women having sex? Clint looked thoughtful.

I am not sure, but I know it is. I'm a dude that loves women, but I love
watching women have sex.

Me, too, Clint said. I can't imagine kissing another guy, though I do like
watching women kiss each other.

Right? I said. It is different.

We each took a drink. The wine was doing it's work; I was feeling relaxed.

Clint seemed to realize something. Scott? he asked.

I nodded in reply.

You seem tight in your shoulders.

Long day, I mumbled.

Clint's hands descended to the base of my neck on either side. May I? he
asked.

Sure, I said, puzzled, but I was also sure that he was right, that my
muscles were tight.

I moved off the poolside, and Clint slid behind me, strong fingers kneading
my neck and shoulders, squeezing and molding.

That's nice, I sighed involuntarily.

A guy shouldn't have to be this tight, Clint replied agreeably, knots
melting out from under his fingers.

I smiled and closed my eyes. This went on for a few joyful minutes, I'm not
sure how long, until a khaki uniformed employee gave us the ten minute
closure warning.

Damn, I said, surprised it had become so late.

Want to come back to my room, hang out a bit more? Clint asked.

You know, I do, but I better get back - another long day tomorrow.

Are you sure? said Clint. I'll make it worth your while; I've got a bottle
of that Black Rabbit Red that you can help me polish off. Come on, what do
you say?

Oh, one glass probably won't hurt, I smiled.

Attaboy, he said, and we made our way through the darkness to his
room. Clint poured us each a glass, and then he pulled over a laptop with a
large screen. In a moment, two hot women were kissing and fondling a third,
taking control of her sexually. The woman resisted, but she soon enjoyed
being licked and touched all over her body, moaning sensually. Clint turned
the volume up just enough that we could hear, but also so we could talk
over it we wanted.

Mmmm, I approved.

Clint chuckled. See Scott, I told you I would make it worth your while.

Oh you have, I told him, raising my glass and adjusting on the sofa to see
the screen. He took a seat on the other side of the sofa, each of us on a
towel.

I began to absent-mindedly run my fingers over my crotch as I watched the
sexy women. The first woman was licking and sucking the third's pussy while
the second was stroking the third's hard, thick nipples. Fuck, I remarked
absently.

Clint looked from me to the video and then back to me, hitting pause.

More wine, he said, filling our glasses.

Scott, he continued, placing the bottle back on the table.

Yeah, I said, looking forward to more of the women.

Have you ever seen a guy jack off?

Oh, sure, I said, thinking of a few videos I'd watched.

Videos?

Yeah, I said.

No, I mean, in person.

In person?

Yeah, I mean, here we are, a couple of horny guys, seems like we ought to
take care of that while we watch these hotties, you know?

Well... I began. I had only jacked off with guys back when I was in high
school, but that was in our sleeping bags in the dark, two of my closest
friends and I. And, we only did that once.

Clint continued with enthusiasm.

Yeah, here is what I'm thinking - rather than sit around here with blue
balls, we'll jack off. But, to keep it fair, we'll flip to see who goes
first.

Okay... I said tentatively, holding out my glass as Clint poured more wine.

Yeah, Clint said, we'll take turns watching the women, and we can also see
what it looks like to watch someone else jack off. I mean, the main thing
is the women, but I think we might it fun to see each other get off,
too... Might make us closer friends or something.

My thoughts were cloudy, my head not quite right. Hot to jack off in front
of another guy, in the open, not in a sleeping bag? Hmmm... Never thought
of that.

Well... I offered.

How about we flip to see who goes first?

I took a large drink, and it went down warm.

Sure, why not?

Heads or tails, you call.

Heads, I said.

If it's heads, Clint told me, I go first, but if tails, you go first. Deal?

Deal.

Clint flipped the coin in the air, and it hit the edge of the sofa and
bounced to the floor. I did not get a good look, but I saw that George
Washington was face up. I hope Clint would not mind if I did not watch him
jack his dick but only watched the three women.

Clint scooped up the coin. Tails! he announced.

Tails? That was not... I began, but Clint interrupted me.

Tails, he said again happily.

But... I began, alcohol dancing on my tongue and in my tummy and in my
brain.

Tails means you get to go first, Scott. How cool is that? Clint interrupted
me again.

He went on. So, you get to be the first to jack off first watching these
sexy ladies. Great, huh?

Uh, yeah... I was trying to connect words and ideas in my mind, but they
were slipping. Didn't he just get heads, what I called, so he should be
going first. Wait a minute...

One more thing, Scott, Clint advised. It's only right that when we jack
off, we are totally naked. It will add some spice to the fun, you know?
Sound good?

I looked at him questioningly, having planning to rub one off in my
shorts... now he's talking about taking off clothes. What?

Clint must have seen my puzzled look, so he explained further.

Now, you know this is fair, Scott. After all, if it had been heads, I'd be
going first, but you're up. Not only that, but once you go, it will be my
turn. And, now trust me on this, buddy, when you jack off naked, it's just
better. Do you trust me?

Well... I said.

Good, Clint said, now you get naked, and I'll turn on the video.

Clint turned away from me and reached for his laptop. Being naked with
those women on the screen sounded hot; I was not so sure about being naked
with Clint. Hell, he would probably be like me, just watching those sexy
ladies. I slid my shorts off, and scooted back against the sofa, keeping to
my side. Clint had turned on the video, and he seemed not to notice my
nakedness as he sat down on the opposite end.

My cock was pretty soft. I cupped my balls with one hand, and started
stroking with the other. The women's moans helped me to forget my nakedness
and I began to enjoy the feel of my cock in my hand. I ran my hand along
the base lightly and moaned. The women were licking and stroking their
friend to another orgasm, and she was trembling as she came, groaning. I
leaned back and thrust my hips forward, stroking my cock and fingering my
nipples. My lips parted and I moaned again, head back and eyes partly
closed, suddenly realizing I was naked, which was hot. Then, it occurred to
me that someone else was with me.

For a moment, I worried that I was doing things that would make a man sick
to see (who wants to watch a guy jack off, after all)? However, wine,
nakedness, women gasping and panting and moaning and writhing... I felt
suddenly sexy. So, what, if I was putting on a show. The women were doing
that for me, too.

I opened my eyes to see Clint smiling at me. Damn Scott, I'm glad you went
first. I have to admit, those women are hot, but it's pretty hot watching
you stroke your cock, too. You are putting on a good show for me.

I smiled at Clint, a little confused but mostly pleased with myself.

May I? Clint asked, scooting next to me on the couch and leaning over.

I nodded, saying yes to I knew not what, stroking my cock even faster. My
cock was getting harder.

Clint's hands traced feather-light across my inner thighs.

Ooh, I moaned at his touch, at the warmth of the wine, at the feeling in my
cock. Some place far away, I thought, this is weird, a man touching me
while I'm jerking off. However, it felt pleasant, intoxicating, a man's
fingers dancing across me.

Clint lightly caressed up each thigh to my belly, avoiding my arms as he
softly rubbed each side of my belly.

I have to say, Scott, I do like your belly, he said, and I felt too good to
be self-conscious as he lightly jiggled my tummy. The women had tied up
another and were tickling her and using a vibrating toy on her clit. She
was twitching and gasping.

Clint stood up and walked around the couch, lightly caressing my arms and
shoulders, then, my pecs, then, my nipples. Ooooh, I moaned, as Clint
brushed my hand aside and began to make circles around each of my
nipples. Ooooh, I responded, spreading my legs a little wider.

Lean forward, move to the edge, Clint said.

I swallowed, sliding forward.

Clint slid in behind me, legs alongside mine, his cock and balls hot
against my nakedness.

What? I thought, confused, horny.

Clint pushed my hand away and his fingers encircled my cock while his other
hand caressed my left nipple, hand moving slowly up my cock. Oh God, I
squirmed, trying to move, but Clint held me fast.

Tingling all over, anxious, breathless.... What was happening to me?

Clint's cock was hard against me, and his hairy balls tickled my skin. He
palmed my cock and stroked down.

Jesus, I whispered, licking my lips and arching my back.

You like that, baby? Clint asked, slowly stroking.

Oh God, I replied.

Tell me all about it honey, Clint whispered.

All I could think about was his fingers on my cock. God!

Oh Jesus, I tried not to shout. C-c-c-lint...Y-y-y-y-ou feel so
good... God...

Run your fingers through your hair, baby, Clint ordered.

I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling like I would jump out of my skin,
tingling all over.

Tell me more, he said.

On "more," Clint's thumb and forefinger pinched, then twisted my nipple.

Ah! I gasped, thrusting my hips outward. Clint pulled me against him, his
hand pressing me down at the base of my cock, then stroking up.

Coo for me, baby, Clint told me, his muscular naked warmth holding me fast.

Oooooh, I obeyed, Ooooh. Oh God...

Clint let go of my cock, and it bobbed stiffly; his hands danced across my
belly and chest. I couldn't believe how amazing Clint felt, though I wanted
him to get back ahold of my cock. He cupped and squeezed my pecs and rubbed
my nipples, then caressed my belly, then cupped and wiggled my belly. It
all felt so good, I was not even ashamed that Clint was jiggling my belly
even as his own ripped abs pressed my back.

Do I own you baby? he asked.

Oh God, I replied. I felt like my whole body was in the palm of his hand.

Do I? he asked again.

Oh God Clint, yes, yes, you own me!

I like hearing you say that baby, he whispered in my ear.

I forgot all about the video and squirmed with delight.

Are you ready cum for me, Scott-baby?

Oh God yes, I panted.

Alright, Clint said. You have nice titties - play with them, squeeze them
for me baby.

I squeezed my breasts tentatively, like I would a woman's, like Clint had
already done to me.

Yeah baby, that's it. Clint affirmed. Squeeze those tits and pinch your
nipples.

My cock ached for Clint's attention; I pinched my nipples and twisted
them. Ouch, I exclaimed in pain and pleasure.

Good honey, real good, Clint said, his left hand cupping my balls and
tickling my skin at their base.

Ooooh, I moaned.

Clint's right hand took hold of my cock tightly and began to work it,
steadily.

Jesus, I told him, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples. Oooooh.

Up, down, up, down went Clint's firm grip, steady.

Don't stop! I yelled.

Cum for me baby, Clint told me.

I'm cumming!

Cum for me Scott! Clint's hand picked up speed, pounding my cock.

Ooooh Jesus! I was squeezing my breasts and trying to jump off the couch,
but Clint had my by the balls and relentlessly stroked my cock, pulling me
against him.

Hot, thick, white cum leaped from my cock as I trembled uncontrollably.

Clint massaged out my gooey cum, and I shuddered, melting into him. He
palmed my cockhead and stroked me dry while fondling and tickling my balls,
holding me tight, owning me.

***

End Chapter 1 "Summer Night Seduction"

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