Date: Mon, 3 May 2004 17:46:16 -0700 (PDT) From: niftystoryteller Subject: My New Summer Job, Chapter Two 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, or if reading this sort of material is prohibited in your jurisdiction, read no further. If you have any feedback, please drop me a line at niftystoryteller@yahoo.com My old email address (niftyguy_30307@yahoo.com) is no longer functional. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "So do you think that Will is gay?" "Hmmm?" I half responded to Sam, still somewhat groggy despite the morning sun streaming into the bedroom we were sharing. He wriggled a little more tightly against my naked backside. "I just get a vibe off of him. He clearly has us figured out, and not only is he not weirded out, he seems very curious. Last night, after you went to bed, he really interrogated me about how long we'd known each other, how we'd met. The usual stuff." Sam paused, his hand continuing to trace a route from the cleft between my pecs down to my navel and back again. "I just get the feeling that he's lonely. I'd bet a dollar that he was pretty recently dumped, and by a guy." "Maybe he's alone because he's so focused on his work." I turned onto my back and stretched like a cat. Four days into the trip, I was at least starting to feel like I was getting on top of the jet lag. I had truly been in a fog the first couple of days in Jakarta, when Will was racing around to meet professors at the University and officials at the Ministry of Culture. Sam and I had largely been on our own, free to explore, but I was too tired to get much out of the experience. It was only after we arrived at the government guest house in Irian Jaya, where we were staying for a couple of days (thanks to Will's connections) while we worked on putting together supplies and hiring a boat to take us to our final destination, that I finally began to feel human. "I'd bet he's just too intense to be able to make a relationship work." I pressed my lips against Sam's. "Boyfriends require a certain amount of attention." Sam's mouth was warm and wet, and it tasted just fine. Reaching down, I lightly stroked his morning wood, wondering what he was up for. Much to my surprise, he rolled away from me and out of bed before walking over to the glass door that led out to the pool. Moving the curtain to one side, he gazed out at the inviting water, all the while idly stroking his jutting hard-on. A clear drop of precum appeared as he worked his tight foreskin back and forth over the head. "You feel like a swim?" he asked, shooting me a somewhat devilish glance. "Now? Don't you want some breakfast first? Or at least a little slap and tickle?" "I'm actually not so hungry. It's water that I want." "OK, OK," I said grudgingly. "Give me a minute to find a suit." "Who said anything about suits?" Sam grinned at me before scampering out of the door to the pool outside, erect cock bouncing up against his stomach as he trotted to the water's edge and plunged in. I paused to weigh my options before padding out to the pool, dressed like Sam in nothing but my birthday suit. The houseman who was in charge of taking care of us had informed us that, due to a national holiday, we were on our own for a day, left to forage among the trays of food in the refrigerator. A stone wall and a jungle of dense vegetation enclosed the back patio area that contained the pool. So privacy wasn't really an issue. I didn't know exactly how Will would feel about Sam and me cavorting naked in the pool, but my guess was that Sam's plan was to find out. Because of the tropical heat, the water was somewhat tepid, though still refreshing. Sam and I enjoyed just horsing around, sliding our bodies wetly against each other, grabbing arms and legs and more. Eventually we began to get a little bolder, tasting mouths and nipples and armpits, and soon even cocks and balls. I kept glancing somewhat nervously back at the door that led to Will's bedroom, but the prospect of him finding us was undeniably exciting. Finally, just as I was dunking Sam down and pulling his face against my underwater crotch, Will's door opened, and he padded out, clad only in his boxer shorts. Surveying the scene, he sleepily scratched, yawned, and stretched, and I somewhat guiltily pulled Sam back above the water. "You boys are up early," he observed neutrally. "Hey, Will, we didn't mean to wake you up," I replied. "I'm gonna blame it on Sam." My boyfriend punched my arm in mock disgust. "When are you gonna start taking responsibility, Mikey boy?" Sam looked over at Will. "You want to join us in here? A nice swim's one of the best ways to wake up that I can think of." He grinned. "Only one thing beats it." My hunky archaeology professor hesitated for a minute, pondering his choices. "Well, OK. I'll just go get my suit." Sam leaned back and floated away on his back, giving everyone, even the monkeys in the trees, a good look at his hard, uncut cock, which had truly risen to the occasion. "No need to worry about a suit on our account. Mike and I find it to be a lot more fun to swim without them." Will swallowed very hard before nodding. Just slightly hesitantly, he pushed his boxer shorts down and stepped out of them, revealing that his big, cut cock had already lengthened and thickened considerably. He was extremely hot. Powerful and muscular, chest covered by just the right amount of brown hair, big brown nipples, a nice thin trail of fur plunging down from his sternum, across his rippled stomach, over his tight belly button, to points south, where it blossomed into a lush triangle. The pale skin around his hips contrasted sharply with his tanned stomach and legs, defining a very erotic territory. His balls were big and clearly heavy with cum, like ripe fruit in a sac. His battering ram of a cock, crowned by a blunt, helmet-shaped head, swung freely from side to side as he approached the water and dove in. I watched as he swam towards us under the water's surface. He didn't break the surface until he was right between us, right where he could see all of our body parts that had been obscured by the shimmering surface of the water. Emerging into view, he took a deep breath and grinned, droplets of water glistening in his short, brown hair. "Nice," he said, panting a little as he treaded water. "Very nice." Sam winked at me as he swam around and grabbed Will from behind. "You realize, mister, that we've got you two on one out here. Come on, Mike, help me out, will you." Heart pounding, I swam in for the kill, attacking Will from the front. He grunted just a bit as my hard cock swayed liquidly against his, and I reached out to grab his muscular arms, pulling myself in. Sam whooped loudly as we sandwiched him between us, and Will's struggles quickly became less about escape and more about creating watery friction between our bodies. Almost unthinkingly, I leaned in and placed my mouth over his, hungrily tasting, eagerly feeling the scratch of his day-old beard on my lips. My boldness really seemed to surprise him, at least for an instant, but fewer than a handful of seconds passed before he began to give as good as he was getting. Slowly but surely, Sam and I maneuvered Will over to shallower water. More than happy to cooperate, he allowed us to perch him on one of the broad steps leading down into the water from the patio. Legs still floating in the water, he was able to lean back against the side of the pool and give us access to his crotch. That, of course, is exactly what we wanted. Sam and I knelt down in the shallow water and leaned in for a taste. Jesus H. Christ, Will had an amazingly beautiful cock. Long, thick, hard, a couple of nice veins, and absolutely fucking delicious. We both started by just licking it, tasting from the root to the head and all points in between. It was awesome the way it would twitch and flex every time one of us hit a really good spot, like the little flap between the head and the shaft, or the big piss slit. Our excitement growing, Sam and I both wrapped our lips around the shaft, trying to kiss each other as we worked up and down the length. Kicking back with his hands laced behind his head, Will was clearly feeling no pain as he watched us work on every square inch of tightly stretched flesh that towered between his legs. Sooner rather than later, Sam spread his lips wide and began to test his gag reflex. Breathing deeply through his nose, he struggled to accommodate Will's entire length and girth. From my spot down below, where I was sucking on first one, and then the other, of the big, hairy balls that hung in front of me, I watched slack-jawed as Sam swallowed inch after inch. I had seen him suck some big dicks before, not least of all mine, many times. Will, however, had clearly received a way bigger gift than even your typical well-hung guy, and Sam struggled a bit as he worked his way down the shaft. Wanting to see the view from up above, I scooted my lips up Will's body, tasting as I went, before finally reaching his mouth. We kissed for a minute, and then I glanced down to watch Sam's oral work. Reaching with one hand, Will ran his fingers through Sam's hair, encouraging him and signaling what was pretty obvious pleasure. With the other hand, he began to slowly jack my cock. The feel of his big hand on my hard dick sent a shiver through me; just a few weeks before he had been my professor, and now he was jacking me off. "Ooh, that feels so fucking good," I groaned, spreading my legs open wider. "You like the way my hand feels on your cock?" "Fuck, it's hot as shit." "How'd you like to feel my cock sliding up against yours?" Just the thought of Will's big dick pressed up against mine, feeling our two organs squeezed together in his big, meaty paw of a hand, was almost enough to make me blow my load right there and then. I guessed that he could feel the quiver vibrate out from my groin, causing every muscle in my body to briefly clench, foreshadowing the mind-bending orgasm that I knew was going to come my way. He leaned in and snaked his tongue into my mouth. "I think you like the idea," he said when he pulled back. "Ooh, yeah, I like it all right." "OK, well first I've gotta get your cock nice and slippery." Pulling me up, he brought my bobbing cock into range of his wide-open mouth. Very delicately, he extended his tongue and began to teasingly lick the underside, right at the most sensitive point on my entire body. A stream of slippery fluid oozed directly onto his tongue, and he very carefully transferred it onto my quivering organ, not wanting to waste a single drop. It was all I could do to keep from just plowing in and burying myself in his mouth, but something made me want to give him the opportunity to really show me how he did it. When he did finally start sucking in earnest, it was like I'd died and gone to heaven. Lips were going up and down my shaft, his tongue skittered back and forth, fingers alternated between squeezing my cock and tugging at my balls. And I had the best view in the house, watching Will suck me as Sam sucked him. Up and down we went, every stroke ratcheting up the intensity of our vibrating erotic charge. I was enjoying myself enough that I was almost disappointed when Will extricated himself and guided us over to a nearby grassy patch. But I quickly got over it when he pushed me down on my back and positioned himself over me, sliding in between my legs, which he pushed back with his arms. I could feel the mass of his body floating over me, covering me with his masculine presence. Right on target, he guided his slippery cock onto mine. The first contact was intense; his dick was as hot as a fireplace poker. Starting lightly, he rubbed his cock back and forth across mine, and I just grooved on the intensely horny feelings I was experiencing. Even though I am pretty big, his enormous tool truly dominated mine, and I was blown away by the sensation of friction that he was able to create. Lying underneath him, I was totally naked, in every sense of the word. Body wide open, completely giving myself over to the raw sexuality of the moment. My hands began to explore everything they could reach, from his chest to his balls to his nipples to his biceps. Sam leaned in with his cock and gave me something to suck, and my tongue and lips began to devour him. Each of us was brimming, overflowing with life and energy and cum and spit. Blood was pumping, muscles were flexing, and nerves were vibrating as cocks rubbed against each other and lips closed around hard flesh. Will leaned in, and we locked Sam's cock between our lips. My boyfriend just went for it and began to fuck the canal Will and I had formed with our mouths. It was awesome, the feeling of his hard dick and Will's hot breath and the mixture of our saliva and precum and then the taste of a flood of sperm that coursed out, flowing over my tongue and down my cheeks and across Will's lips. As Sam collapsed weakly to one side, Will kissed me deeply, sucking saliva from deep in my mouth. Transferring a gob of spit onto the junction of our cocks, he began to pump hard with his fist, even as he continued to slide his cock along mine. Every muscle stood out in stark relief, every vein throbbed with hot, life-sustaining blood, and deep in his balls, an eruption began. "Oh fuck," he groaned, pumping his cock once more through his fist. "Oh fuck." Rearing back, he let loose a giant spurt high into the air, followed by another. As both rained down on me, a river of hot, white cum pumped out of his enormous cock and trickled down mine. Just the sight of it was enough to bring me very close, so very close. But I needed just a little bit more. Looking like he was in a primitive trance, Will leaned down and took my cock, which was covered with his cum, deep into his mouth. As his tongue slid down the underside of my shaft, tasting what he had just deposited there, I could feel my balls start to tighten up. "Ohhhh," I said, reaching down and grasping my legs, pulling them further apart. "Ohhhhh." As Will slurped my extremely slippery cock, my eyes began to roll back in my head. When his finger wiggled at my clenching asshole, a very high-frequency vibration began to emanate outward from my belly, all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes. And when his nose came to rest in my pubic hair, I came, and I came big. Nothing really needed to be said afterward. That's probably a good thing, because I was frankly in no position to form any coherent thoughts. The three of us lay sprawled on the grass, relaxing, listening to the wind in the swaying trees, the different bird songs, the scream of the occasional monkey. Were they commenting on us, and how we were spending our morning? I had to wonder, just like I had to wonder how we would spend the afternoon.