Date: Fri, 3 Jan 2014 23:09:17 -0500 From: Greg Norman Subject: Chapter 4 Summer Story First if you shouldn't read this type of story stop. If you are offended by this type of story, don't read it. If you are underage you shouldn't be here, but you are so behave and keep your feet off the furniture. Second and most importantly. The good people of nifty provide us with a forum to read and post these stories. This costs real (not fictional) money. I donate, and I don't have a lot, so you guys that can please donate to maintain this site at the link below. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html CHAPTER 4 THE TRESHOLD IS CROSSED I spent Friday morning doing my chores, as I replayed the events of the night before in my head. I had never thought that I would be so turned on by having sex with another man. My cock grew hard remembering the feel of Chuck's cock in my mouth. I didn't truly understand what was happening to me, but I decided it was the drugs that made it so easy for me to do sex stuff with him. I enjoyed playing baseball in the afternoon, and I made it home in time for dinner. My dad told me he ran into a guy at the store who wanted me to work for him tomorrow. "What is his name, Dad," I asked? "Chuck Swanson, he works on the state project in Albany," he replied. "Oh," I said, my heart racing, "he's the guy who is staying in the old cottage by the Theisen's Manor. I helped him do some painting on Monday." "He said you were a good worker," answered Dad, "make sure you do a good job if he's paying you." "Paying me with his lips on my cock," I thought, but I said, "Yes Sir." I awoke on Saturday morning, and I was ready to go to Chuck's. I dressed in briefs, jean shorts, socks, shoes and a dark tee shirt. Mom had packed a lunch for me, and she wished me a happy day at work as I left the house. Chuck, was waiting for me, when I arrived at the cabin. He had on his tool belt, tee shirt, shorts and work boots. He smiled and waved at me. "Hey Little Man, glad you came over. I think I met your dad in the market yesterday. He seemed happy that you were coming over to help," he said. "Yeah, he's real big on working. He's been working since he was 11," I replied. We went inside, and he showed me the finished bathroom. It was small with just the toilet, sink and shower. He told me how long it took to find the large shower head that was mounted to the top of stall. We went into the kitchen, and he showed me how to find the low spot on the kitchen floor. We installed the bottom cabinets, and then we put up the upper cabinets. I watched, as he took brown wrapping paper and traced the top of the cabinets. He took out into the yard and then he used it to layout the cuts for the thick piece of plywood he was using for counter top. "Little Man, this shit is real expensive, so we always, I mean always, by the way did I tell you always," he asked, causing me to giggle. "Measure twice." He explained how he was allowing 3/8ths of an inch in back to accommodate the uneven walls and 1 ? inches in front for the lip of the counter. He showed me how to fit it to the wall with a compass, and he let me do some of the rough sanding with the belt sander; he stood behind me and helped to guide the router as I rounded over the underside of the lip. He told me he would do the top, because he had the experience, but he praised my work. We carried it in and fit it to the wall, then he showed me how to mix the epoxy and spread it over the wood and Formica. He explained each step to me, and he never made fun of my sometimes foolish questions. We applied the formica and rolled out the bubbles. He showed me how to trim the edges with the little trimmer. We put it in place for the final time and we fastened it to the cabinets. He handed me the tape measure and a grease pencil. "Ok Little Man, measure 3 ? inches from the wall and mark it." He watched me, as I put a little dot on the counter. "Whoa guy you have to find that mark later so what you do is make a V with the point at where you want mark. Remember take your time, and always measure twice." I carefully remeasured and marked several spots along the counter. "Good job, now measure 5 7/16ths inches from the front of the counter." I was confused about how to do this, and he waited until I had made several marks which didn't match, and finally in preteen frustration ask what I was doing wrong. "Well Little Man, the biggest thing you did wrong was not to ask, when you started having trouble. You are trying to measure from where we rounded over the edge, so you don't have a good starting point for the tape," he explained in a calm voice, "now what you do is get the roofing square from my truck and measure with that. He helped me hold it steady, as I marked the desired measurement. He handed me a square piece of paper with rounded corners. "This is the template for the sink," and he pointed to the lines drawn through the middle going both top to bottom and side to side. He pointed to the line going top to bottom. "This is the center line for the sink, and it has to line up on the middle of the window." He patiently showed me how to line it up, and then trace it with the grease pencil. "Now some people will tell you it is easier to do this, before you install the counter, but I like doing it this way, because you can see if it doesn't line up," he said, then he picked up his power drill and handed it to me, and he took a 1 inch bit and gave it to me also. "Do you know how to chuck a bit?" "Sort of, but not really." "Good answer, ok first make sure the drill is unplugged, then open the chuck until you can slide the bit in to it," he said, as I followed his instructions, "Good, now hand tighten it and then use the chuck key and cinch it down tight." He watched, as I did exactly what he told me. "Here make sure it's tight ok," I said, handing him the drill. He just checked each of the three holes with the key. "Good job, nice and tight, now you are going to drill four holes. One hole in each corner of the sink, and making sure it's inside the line okay?" I carefully lined up the drill, and looked at him. "Go for it Little Man." I drilled each hole, thrilled at being allowed to use the power tool. I finished the last hole and he handed me a saber saw. "Okay, now that is a fine tooth blade in the saw. We use that because it won't chip the Formica as bad as a coarser blade, but it is more likely to break, if you try and force it. The secret is to let the saw do the work, just go slow and easy as you make the cut." "I don't know about that Chuck, what if goof up?" "Well you measured it, you drilled the holes so you get to make the cut. Now you start in the corner closest to you and go straight back to the back hole. Remember to stay inside the line and go slow." I slowly made the cut, when I got to the back hole he had me do the other side. He took a piece of scrap 1X2 and screwed it so the ends were over my cuts. "Now, when you make the cuts on the front and back of the counter the scrap won't snap out. I want you to cut the back first." I made the cut, and he put another piece of wood over that cut. I made the final cut, and I took the scrap out. He showed me how to mount the hardware to the sink, put the plumber's putty around the edge and sit the sink in the hole. I watched him, as he made the connections to the hot and cold water and the drain. "Okay, Little Man, turn on the shut offs and test it out." I opened the valves under the sink, and then I turned on the faucet. It worked perfectly! I was so proud of what I had done. We moved the refrigerator in place and then the stove. I swept the floor, and he mopped it, and after it dried we put the heavy oak table together and putn the chairs around it. "Great jog Greg, you did some real good work today," he said, as he put his hand on my shoulders. He reached into his back pocket, and he took out his wallet. He took out a bill and handed to me. I looked at it, and I was surprised. "Chuck this is a twenty dollar bill," I exclaimed! In 1968 $20.00 was a lot of money, and it was unheard of for a twelve year old to make $20.00 in one day. "Greg you earned it, so put it in your pocket." "I can't take this," I told him. "You will because you earned it. Now we still have to test out the table and I know what I want to eat," he said smiling at me, "I want boy cock." "Wait, what I said," as I found myself lifted and put on my back on the table. He took off my boots and socks; he unfastened my jeans and pulled them and my briefs off. I was giggling, as he sat me up and pulled my shirt off. I lay nude on the table, as I watched him strip. We kissed and swapped tongues. I was getting hard, and I thought that I had only liked queer sex (gay meant happy then) because of the drugs, but here I was getting hard with him, and I was sober as a judge. "Little Man, you don't know how much you turned me on working with you today. Man, when I was behind you cutting the counter; I thought that I would cum in my pants. I've wanted to taste you all day long," he said, as he felt me all over. He licked and sucked my nipples, and I started to bite my lip, as I became more aroused. He explored me all over with his lips, but he excluded my throbbing boy cock. He pushed back my legs, so my knees were on my chest. I felt his tongue start at the end of my spine and work up, until he found my virgin hole. He probed, pushed and sucked it, which caused me to writhe on the table. I tried several times to stroke my aching cock, but he stopped me each time I reached for my boyhood. I moaned aloud, when he replaced his tongue with his finger, and he put my cock in his mouth. He used all his skill to draw my orgasm out, but I was too far gone. My hips rose from the table, and I cried out aloud, as my cock exploded with streams of hot cum in to his mouth. The sensations that were always dulled by drugs before were now so intense I about passed out. Chuck explored my mouth with his cum covered tongue, as I felt myself being lifted from the table. Chuck carried me up the narrow stairway, as we kissed deeply. I was softly placed on his bed, with him over me clinging and clutching each other. I reached for his cock, which I feel pressed against my body. I wanted to taste him, to feel him in my hot young mouth and taste once again the hot salty cream created in his egg sized balls. He sensed my need, and he rolled us over, so was on top. I turned and took his cock in my mouth. I knew he aroused enough that foreplay would be torture. My only desire was to bring pleasure, and as I started to suck him; he once again found my tender virgin hole with his tongue. I loved feeling him eat my hole, as I had his man cock in my mouth. I felt him push a finger against my opening, and it caused me to shiver with pleasure. I felt his finger slip inside me deeper, as I swallowed his cock. He moaned, as I sucked him, and his hips pumped in rhythm to my bobbing on him. His finger matched the pace of our loving. I could feel him swell, and I got ready to swallow his load. He pushed higher off the bed, and I felt the warm saltiness of his cum in my mouth. My dick twitched, and I felt him encircle it with his lips, as I came for the second time. I didn't know what he was touching in me, but it caused waves of pleasure to flow from it. He turned so we were facing each other. My hole felt empty, as we kissed and softly touched each other. "Hey, Little Man, it's getting late," he said, "get up and I'll drive you home." We returned to the finished kitchen, and we got dressed, which I found as exciting, as when he undressed me. He looked at me, and he smiled seeing I was getting hard. "Gosh I wish I was young like you," he chuckled, "I couldn't get hard now for a hundred dollar bill." We both laughed, and we got in his truck. He drove me home, which actually took longer than if I walked. I introduced him to my parents. He turned down an invitation for dinner from my mom, and he took another twenty from his wallet, and he handed it to me. "Thanks for the good work," he said. My dad saw him give me the twenty. "Hey, Chuck, that's way to much for a kid," said dad. "Well Mr. Norman, he worked like a man and he deserves to get paid like a man" "Well Greg you give that to your mom, so you don't spend it all at once. Chuck, thank you for bringing him home." Chuck left, and we ate dinner. I told all about installing the cabinets and countertop. Dad was impressed, when I told him about laying out and cutting opening for the sink. While I was talking I realized, what Chuck wanted to do to me. He wanted to put his cock in my hole. I had heard about butt fucking, but I never thought the idea of it happening to me, would make me hard. I was glad, that I was wearing briefs, so my erection would be hidden. The more I thought about it; the more I wanted it to happen. I was scared that it might hurt, but I trusted Chuck not to hurt me. I helped with the dishes, took a shower, put on clean clothes and I got permission to sleep in the fort. I was so ready to surrender my last virgin spot. I would have never thought, when school let out for the summer, that before the first week of vacation was over I would have let a man suck my dick, I would suck his dick and now I was going to let, ask him to put it inside of me. I didn't want to be high, when it happened I just wanted to able to enjoy all of it. I left the house, and I went to the fort, and I was on my way back to Chuck's before dad had the lights out. I saw Chuck at the stove through the back door. I knocked and walked in to the kitchen. "Hi Chuck," I said. "Well this is a surprise," he said, "I would have thought you would be sleeping." "I wanted to sleep with you." "So you're still horny, Little Man?" "I want you to show about- a- well fucking," I said, suddenly embarrassed to admit what I wanted to have happen. "Are you sure Little Man?" "Yeah, but I'm kinda scared." "Little Man, you don't have to do anything you don't want too." "Can we do it before we get high?" "Okay, but remember if you can stop anytime ok?" I nodded to him, and I watched him fill the coffee pot and put it on the stove. "I always do this before I go to bed, so it will be ready in the morning." We went upstairs, and I started to undress, as soon as I reached the top. My cock was sticking out in front of me. Chuck had his clothes off, and he led me to the bed. "Greg, we're going to take this real slow. Remember you don't have to do anything." I slid back on the bed, and I opened my legs. He smiled at me, and laid down next to me. "I want you to know, I am really so happy you want me to do this with you, that I almost feel like crying," he said, as he traced circles around my nipples. He bent and kissed my lips tenderly, and he slid his tongue between them. I opened my mouth, and I let his tongue enter. We pushed our tongues back and forth into each other's mouths. Our hands feeling each other's faces, chests, arms and backs in growing passion. He started to kiss my face, behind my ears on my neck, as his hands felt down my sides and along my belly. "You don't know how many times today I had to stop myself from doing this with you, as we were working," he whispered into my ear, "the scent of you, and your hair falling over your eyes and the feel of your skin as we were working about drove me crazy." He was kissing and licking my nipples, working his way down my body, exploring me with his mouth and tongue. "Oh Greg you don't know how I want to taste your sweet cock explode in my mouth," he crooned, as he licked the area around my pubes. He sucked my balls in his mouth, as he opened my legs. I cried out loud, as he licked the skin between my sac and hole. I opened my legs farther, as he licked the tender skin surrounding my boy hole. He worked back up, and he licked the shaft of my twitching cock. I watched him, as he rubbed his middle finger in the flow of his precum, and then he rubbed around my hole. He sucked my cock into his mouth, as his finger entered my hole. I felt a brief flash of pain, when he first went in me, but it was soon replace by wave of pleasure, as he stroked the secret spot deep inside of me. I writhed on the bed, as Chuck pleasured my young body. I felt him slide his finger out of my hole; only to replace it with a second finger. I pulled back my legs, so he had greater access to me. I moaned louder, as I near climax, my hips bucked in time to his mouth and hands, and when I could no longer hold back I released my juice in his mouth. He sucked my seed into his mouth, and when I was spent he came to my lips, and he shared his treasure. His fingers still sliding in and out of my rectum kept my cock from wilting. He smiled at me, then he reached for a tube by the bedside. He applied a coating of clear gel on his cock and the fingers in me. I so wanted him to be in me, that I nodded at him. "Please, Chuck don't make me wait anymore," I said in a voice that was half whisper and half moan. I watched him pull the fingers from inside me, and he moved between my open legs. He put the head of his cock against my hole, and he gently pushed on it. I bit my lip, as he entered me. He slowly slid in, until his cock was all the in me. The fear I had of it hurting was never realized. I only felt the fullness of him. He slowly pulled back until just the head was in, and then he slowly slid back into me. He slowly made love to me. His cock was sliding over my love spot, and his lips were caressing my face and nipples. I moaned and cried in pleasure, as he made love to me. I could feel him in me so deep and hard. I felt the wave of joy spread in me. His hair tickled the edges of hole each time he thrust in me. I saw his face contort, and I knew that soon he was going to fill me with his seed. His thrusts became faster and harder into me, and I rose to meet each push. I felt him swell inside me,and then he pushed deeper, and I felt the warmth of his cum flowing in to me. I cried in pleasure, as my own cum sprayed from the end of my cock. He kissed me deeply; his cock still in me, with my seed spread between us. I wanted to be locked in time, and never have to have this moment end, but all too soon his cock softened and slipped from me. We lay side by side just kissing softly and touching. He smiled at me, and gently lifted me in his arms. He carried me down the stairs and into the bath. We showered away the remains of our love making under the rain like flow of the shower. We dried each other with the soft terrycloth towels, and we returned upstairs. We smoked some pot, before we returned to the bed to fall asleep in each other's arm. We were both content and satisfied. We slipped off to sleep holding each on to each other; neither one of having the strength to do more than cuddle.