Date: Fri, 22 Jul 2016 00:38:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Payment In Kind

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*****

"Shit, that feels good," I heard him say with a sigh over the sound of the
shower, through the open bathroom door. I shifted around on his apartment
couch, trying real hard not to think about how things looked in the
bathroom right now. That cool water, pelting down on Trav's big, tanned,
muscular ex-footballer body. How good the water would feel on my own weary
body, after a day spent cutting grass and redoing garden beds in 95-degree
weather. How awesome it would be to just slip into the shower with him,
and...

"Ah hell..." he said. "Hey Zack... could you grab me a towel from the hall
closet, bro?"

"Shitttt," I thought to myself, my heart starting to race. I shook my head,
pounded my fist against my thigh, still sweaty despite the AC running at
full blast. Sighed, and got up to get him his towel.

I approached the door with trepidation, the towel clutched in my newly
sweaty palm, steeling myself. "Just reach around the doorway and put it on
the sink," I told myself. "And don't look in the mirror!"

So I tried it that way, stretching my arm in to lay the towel down, looking
down at the tile floor - ah hell, there's his sweaty underwear, dammit -
but it's like the little devil on my shoulder prodded me with his
pitchfork, and I looked up into the mirror and saw him. Shit. Fuck.

He looked even better than I expected, than I remembered, still thick and
powerfully muscled from his tight end days, that nice coat of dark curls on
the thick square plates of his chest. More of those dark curls in his deep
pits, more thick dark fur on his chunky forearms, starting to crawl up his
powerful biceps, and all over his big, muscular thighs. The beard was a
fairly recent, post-college thing, and it just made him look even manlier
than he already was. And since his eyes were closed as he soaked the sweat
out of his short, thick hair, I took the opportunity to eye his big,
thick... oh fuck, he's hard!

And of course, because my life is a fuckin' nightmare, right then was when
he opened his eyes, blinking the water out of them before seeing my face in
the mirror, staring at him. I froze on the spot, as he gave me a quick,
unreadable look, eyes meeting in the mirror... and then he smiled.

"Thanks, bro," he said in that warm, easy voice of his. "You gonna take one
too? Looks like you could use it as bad as I do."

"Yeah, um, I, uh..." I stuttered. he just grinned at me, one hand lazily
rubbing over his mighty, furry pec.

"Yeah, I think you should, little bro," he said, and damn, that voice,
those eyes were hypnotic. "Make you feel like a million bucks, trust
me. C'mon."

He motioned with his head for me to come in, and I just gaped at him.

"What... like... now?" I finally managed. He just nodded.

"Plenty of room, Zacky," he said easily. "Don't tell me you never showered
up with the team? I know that ain't true. Plus, my water bill is killing
me, so..."

In spite of myself, my feet were already moving, and my hands too, pulling
my still-sweaty T-shirt up and off, dropping it on the floor beside his
discarded clothes, my shorts joining them soon after. I had my thumbs
hooked nervously in the waistband of my boxer briefs when I locked up
again.

"Dude, get over it," he just chuckled. "I've seen your naked little ass
since you were born, kid. Ain't a thing you got I haven't seen a million
times before."

"Um, yeah, maybe I'll just wait," I started, but he just rolled his eyes,
still smiling, then reached out, grabbed my shoulder with one strong hand
and pulled me to the tub. I had to step in - strong as I was from wrestling
and football in my own right, no way I could break his grasp - so I did,
blushing hard as the admittedly cooling spray hit my skin, Trav stepping
back to let the full force of it hit me, instantly soaking my boxer briefs
even more to my skin, outlining the half-hard tube of my cock, molding them
to my thighs and ass.

"Believe me now, little bro?" Trav chuckled, then reached over and yanked
on my undies, pulling them wetly down. I felt powerless to stop him. And
like I didn't want to stop him. All I could do was continue blushing, and
nod, because it did feel good. Almost as good as being naked in such close
quarters with the big brother I'd been crushing on since I was a horny
young teenager.

"Really appreciate you helping me out this summer," Trav said, as if his
big hardon and my own steadily rising one weren't even a thing. "Hard to
get good help when you're trying to get your business up and running. So
I'm glad you're with me, bro. It's nice hanging out with you again, even if
it's while we work."

All I could do was nod dumbly, and try not to stare at his great big cock,
while I willed mine to go away. Instead, it was doing just the opposite. I
wasn't quite as big as him, bodywise or cockwise, but I had a nice piece on
me, and in any other circumstances, I'd be pretty damn proud of it. Trav
didn't seem to notice my hungry look at first, busy as he was slowly
soaping his fine bod up, but then he saw me staring, and just chuckled.

"Dude, kid, look," he said, putting one soapy mitt on my shoulder. "Go
ahead and check me out, I don't care. You always did. I'm kinda used to
it."

I gaped at him, but he just gave me a little nod, that smile.

"Hell... go ahead and touch, if you want to, little bro," he said, his
voice a little huskier, more intent, like his smiling gaze, as his eyes
raked over my body approvingly.

When I didn't move, convinced this was either a cruel trick or some kind of
heatstroke hallucination, he rolled his eyes amiably, reached down for my
hand. and guided it to his big chest. I gasped, shivered a little, and my
cock shot up to full mast.

"That's the spirit, Zacky," he chuckled, and continued to guide my hand
over the big, thick, steely muscle of his pecs. Down to his firm, strong
stomach. Up and down, guiding me until I seemed to get the hang of
it. Letting out a little grunt of pleasure as I began to feel him, first
with one hand, then both, guided entirely by years of pent-up lust at this
point. If he knew how many loads I'd shot the past several years, just
imagining something like this...

And then he guided one of my hands down to the hard upward curve of his
cock, reaching behind me to cup the strong muscle of my ass and pull me in
closer.

"Like I said... I really appreciate your help this summer, buddy," he said
in that lower, deeper, sexier voice. "Know I can't pay you what I wish I
could, not just yet... but maybe there's some other things I can do for ya
in the meantime..."

I was almost too lost in the sensational feeling of his steely, soapy cock
in my hand, the thickness, the heat, the throb of it as I explored it, to
really hear what he was saying at first. And then my brain caught up, just
as his other hand cupped the back of my neck and took hold of my head,
gently, tilting it back to look up at him.

"Sorta like... I dunno... payment in kind, for now?" he grinned, and then
he leaned in and kissed my lips. Fuck.

I let him kiss me deeper, moving gently into it as he introduced his tongue
to my mouth, and even though I was a pretty damn good kisser myself, and
had quite a lot of experience with it, I instantly knew that Trav would be
the gold standard for years to come. Even if my mind was all lust-fogged
and slow on the uptake, my body was very definitely ready, and I let it
take over and go with the cool, intimate flow.

We kissed for a solid five minutes, both Trav's big paws kneading the firm
muscles of my ass, while one of mine stroked his big ex-jock cock, the
other reaching back to feel the power of his big, furry butt. And then he
broke the kiss, reached behind him, cut the water off.

"The water bill," he chuckled, then kissed me some more as he stepped me
out of the tub, and kept kissing me as he roughly swiped the towel over
us. Left just enough moisture on our skin to feel the cooling breeze from
the ceiling fan of his bedroom, over the big bed he was guiding me onto,
spreading me out on the covers as he covered me with his bigness, his
dripping heat, his sexy smile, his hot breath, his thick, warm tongue
reentering my mouth so skilfully.

I was bathed in sweat all over again within minutes, we both were, as the
big guy sucked my cock to the root, delivering the best head I'd had in my
short sexual career so far. Big hands sliding up and down the strong
muscles of my quads, up my rippling stomach, teasing the stiff nips on my
smooth pecs, eyes on mine the whole time. And after I moaned and wailed and
dumped my cum down his throat, he kissed his way back up my sweating,
quivering body and delivered most of my load back to me, something I'd
never tried before, and immediately fell in love with as we shared it back
and forth in another epic duel of tongues. I didn't have much experience
with sucking cock, not yet, but I did my best, and he sure seemed to like
it as he rubbed my damp hair, talked all sweet and tender to me, guided me
through it, and soon he was returning the favor with a deep, hard load of
his own. We shared that too, kissing as I writhed slowly on top of him,
hard all over again as he chuckled into my mouth, massaging my tight,
round, cherry ass.

"I don't think you're ready for that just yet, kid," he chuckled, and
despite the devil on my shoulder telling me I was, I so fucking was, I knew
he was right. We'd have to work up to that. Work up to that... fuck yeah, I
thought.

"You know, those early morning starts on our rounds might be easier," he
said after a few more sweet, tongue-dipping minutes, "if you crashed here
with me instead of the folks this summer..."

I stared at him, surprised again. Fuck, I couldn't think of anything I
wanted more. For all his charm and easy manner, he looked a little nervous
at what I might say.

"You know... if you wanted to, that is, little bro," he said quickly,
almost blushing. Finally, I grinned back at him, squirming slowly on top of
his epic bod, feeling the sweat and the cum and the spit slicking the hot
skin between us.

"So like... there's a housing bonus in your salary package too, huh bro?" I
said playfully, and he rumbled with laughter, clapping both big paws on my
ass, kneading it slowly as he kissed me deep and sweet again. I could get
used to this - and now I had the opportunity. Hell yeah, I wanted to. For
once, the angel and the devil on my shoulders were in complete agreement.

"I know I'm gonna eat it on the water bills," he chuckled, "but fuck
it. Let's continue that shower, bro. Need to cool off so we can chill some
more, right?"

As it turned out, the water bills weren't that bad. Showering together sure
helped with that. And while he slipped a regular extra fifty in my pocket,
we never got around to talking about paying me more that summer. As far as
I was concerned, I was making more than my fair share at home with him
anyway.