Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2002 19:48:27 -0500
From: eaeiii@att.net
Subject: Vacation 12

We headed back to John's house to get ready for the party.  As we entered,
his Mom was just getting ready to leave.  We knew that she had plans for
the evening, and didn't want to intrude on the fun we were planning to
have.

What a nice Mom!

She gave John some cash to buy refreshments and then headed for the door.
As she shut the door, she called over her shoulder, "Behave yourselves."

What the hell did that mean?  Don't burn the house down?  That was the only
thing I could thing of that she might think was misbehaving.

We took the cash and went to a nearby grocery store to get refreshments.
John told us we were expecting about twenty five people, including the four
more we had invited today.  Being typical guys we loaded the cart with
every kind of snack we could find.  Cases of soda and bottled water filled
the bottom of the cart.  Beer and liquor were already in the well-stocked
refrigerator and liquor cabinet at John's house.

When we returned to John's house Bob and I began unloading the bags while
John pulled serving bowls and glasses from the cupboards.  As we were doing
all this we heard the doorbell.  John answered it and returned to the
kitchen with a very good looking fortiesh man who he introduced as Larry,
his father.

We shook hands.  Larry was really good looking with a broad chest and
narrow waist.  He was wearing cutoffs, a T-shirt and sandals.  I could see
a "John-sized" bulge at his crotch.  I was really attracted to him, but was
careful not to show it.

Larry said that he had shown up to help prepare for the party.  John had
told him about it the previous day while they were enjoying their turkey
dinner.  He suspected that we were just going to throw out some chips and
dips, and he thought there ought to be a little more for our guests.

John said, "I'm not sure we have all the supplies we need

Larry replied, "I have everything we need in the car.  Let me go get it."

Larry went back out to his car and John turned to me and Bob and insisted,
"Don't either of you even give him a hint of what we have been doing this
weekend.  I would never be able to get back on his good side."

We nodded agreement.

Larry came back with bags of ingredients for hors d'ouvres - Swedish
meatballs, steamed shrimp, crab legs, chili con queso, lumpia, egg rolls
and a bunch of stuff I had never heard about..  He put us to work with the
preparations, directing all we did.  Bob and I soon found out that Larry
was a chef.  That explained the ease with which he gave the directions and
how easy he made it for us to understand.

The kitchen smelled great.  As a matter of fact, the whole house smelled
great.

As we were finishing the cooking chores, Larry told us that we had cleaning
chores to complete.  I was instructed to get the lawn mower and cut the
front and back.  When I was finished I was to use the weed whacker to trim
the edges and the blower to clean up the mess.  John was to get out the
pool vac and clean the pool, check the chemicals and wash down the pool
apron with the power nozzle.  Bob was told to get out the vacuum and clean
the floors in all the public rooms.  Larry put himself to work dusting and
cleaning the bathrooms.

I really worked up a sweat doing the yard work, and discovered the others
had done the same with their assigned duties.  Although all this work had
not been a part of our plan, we agreed that Larry's direction had helped
make the place look fantastic.

Larry offered to clean up and stay to act as bartender for the party.  John
began to mutter excuses about why that was not such a good idea.  Before
anything coherent came from John's lips I said, "That sounds like a great
idea."

John shot me a look that the Army could use as a laser beam.

The guests were supposed to arrive in about ninety minutes.  Bob
volunteered that he was going to run home to clean up and change clothes.
John muttered something about my being a wise ass and went down the hall to
his room to clean up and change.

I turned to Larry and said, "I guess you'll have to shower in the guest
bath."

"I should probably use the guest bath," he replied.  "I think Nancy would
really mind my using the master bathroom.  Let me go out to the car and get
my clean clothes."

When Larry returned to the house I led him down the hall to the guest room.
On entering he stopped and said, "I'm truly sorry, it never occurred to me
that you were staying in this room."

"That's OK."  I assured him.  "You go ahead and take your shower while I
brush my teeth and shave.

I stepped up to the sink and began to brush my teeth.  I watched Larry
disrobe in the mirror, drooling at the beautiful roundness of his ass.  I
couldn't see his cock because he kept his back to the mirror and me.

He turned on the water, tuned it to the right temperature, and stepped in.

I was still wearing the red Speedos, and my cock was stretching the fabric
as it grew.  I gave it a squeeze to calm it down, and it just got harder.

I finished brushing my teeth and began shaving.  I heard the soap drop in
the shower several times and heard Larry mutter "Damn" each time.

Searching for an excuse to join him, I asked, "Do you need some help
washing your back?"

Larry replied that his tennis elbow was acting up and he kept dropping the
soap.  If I wouldn't mind too much he would back to the edge of the shower
and I could soap his back.

Boner Bingo!

I said to myself, "Be subtle, you asshole."

I went over to the end of the shower and opened the shower curtain about a
foot.  Larry was backing up to the opening.  He had turned his head and was
looking over his shoulder at me as he handed me the soap.

"I'm really embarrassed about this," he said handing me the soap.  "I hate
it when my body parts don't perform as instructed."

"No big deal, Larry."

I took the soap from his hand, rubbed it between my palms and started
massaging his neck muscles.  Using strong pressure from my fingertips, I
dug into his muscles and felt them relax to my touch.  He let out a sigh.

After several minutes at his neck I moved my hands down to his upper back,
applying the same massaging techniques I had once read about, but never
experienced.  I must have gotten something right from that stupid book,
because this beautiful hunk of a man seemed to be enjoying my massage.

What I really wanted to do was grab his cock.  Based on John's admonition,
I figured that was not a bright idea.

I continued to work my hands down Larry's back.  His muscles continued to
relax as I did my duty with my fingertips.

I had worked my massage down to Larry's waist and was uncertain about
moving my hands any lower.  Again, Larry breathed a silent sigh, and I
figured "What the hell."

I moved my hands down to his buttocks, massaging one in each hand.  Still
no resistance.

My boner was screaming for attention, but my hands were occupied.  The head
of my cock sprang from the top of my Speedos, sticking two inches above the
fabric.

I began to move a hand between Larry's legs toward his balls.  These were
the balls that I hadn't seen yet.  They lay just below the cock I hadn't
seen yet.  I really lusted for these parts of Larry's body.  My cock was
screaming.

As my hand began to move between his legs, Larry squeezed his legs together
and said, "I think we maybe ought to stop this now."

I heard a glimmer of doubt in his statement, and decided to push a little.
I forced my hand between his squeezed legs and began to massage his balls
very gently with my fingertips.

Larry started to say something else, but instead released the tension of
his legs and let my hand move a little more freely over his balls.  His
cock was beginning to run the show!

I knew his flagpole was pointing at the ceiling, and I really wanted to see
it, feel it, taste it, and have it shoved up my ass.  I also knew if I
pushed too hard the entire situation would come crashing to a close.

I moved my hand to cover all of his balls, caressing them with my
fingertips.  He relaxed more.

My boner was screaming at me.  I used my other hand to pull off the
Speedos, knelt on the bathroom floor, and stuck a second arm between
Larry's legs to massage his balls.

Now he moaned aloud.  I think I had him.

I moved one hand up the edge of his scrotum, being careful not to touch his
cock.  I moved my other thumb, from the hand still working on his balls, up
his ass crack.  I could feel the muscles relax.  I was very careful not to
try to penetrate his sphincter; I knew that would bring the party to a
sudden close.

Larry spread his legs wider apart to give me better access.  I knew he
wanted to ask me to help him with his cock; he just couldn't bring himself
to do so.

Gently, ever so gently, I wrapped my hand around his raging organ near the
tip.  Touching him very lightly, I slid my hand down his cock from the tip
to the base, teasing.  Then I carefully ran my hand back to the end.

After doing this several times, Larry's body began to move forward as I
came down his cock with my hand, and began to move back as I moved out.  He
groaned a few more times.  It was a lusty sound.

Finally I felt his hand on mine on his cock.  He squeezed my fist tight and
began to jack it up and down on his organ.  He bucked his ass back and
forth, allowing me to put a little of my thumb into his ass, but keeping
the sphincter muscle clamped tightly shut.

The tempo of his thrusts accelerated.  I kept up with him as I felt his
body stiffen and felt the warm spurts of cum cover my hand and shoot into
the shower stall.

I wanted to move my head around and finish him off with my mouth.  Before I
could begin to move he turned and grabbed my hair, lifting me to my feet.

"Don't you ever breathe a word about this to my son, you little slut," he
said.

The look in his eyes terrified me.  My cock wilted.

Larry pushed me back against the sink, grabbed a towel and stormed into the
guest bedroom.

I got in the shower and tried to jack off.  I was so terrified by the look
in Larry's eyes I couldn't even get my flagpole to half staff.  After a few
minutes, I turned off the shower and toweled dry.

On entering the guest bedroom, I found it empty.  I put on some cutoffs and
a colored T-shirt and decided to go to the party barefooted.  There was no
way I was going to the party, however, before I heard some guests arrive.


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