Sales Trip Bonus

[Kulindahr]

Good old Indian summer: a late blast of sunshine and good weather, cool enough to bring dew in the evenings, warm enough for fun outdoors.

And a pain in the ass for long-distance driving when your air conditioning is broken, Cory told himself, fighting once again against the nods. Six hours already on I-5, he was nearing his first turn-off, and the warmth had him sleepy - and sweating. The sleep was bad enough; that endangered his life - the sweat, starting to soak into his crisp white shirt and neatly pressed dark chocolate brown pants, that could endanger his job. But he couldn't afford the time to stop and change, only to change back for his meeting, so he hit the power button to roll the passenger's side window down the rest of the way. It caught, as sometimes happened - and that's when he saw the hiker.

The guy was dressed the way Cory wished he could be: short cargo shorts, no shirt, floppy hat... though Cory wouldn't want to be hoofing it in this sunshine, not with a pack that looked as though it held over fifty pounds.

Cory's foot was on the brake, then shifting down, before he made a conscious decision. As he pulled over and waved the guy up, he asked himself why. It was easy: his subconscious knew how much easier it was to stay awake with someone to talk to.

"Rest your feet?" he called out as the hiker got near.

The guy stopped and looked Cory over before answering. Cory looked back, assessing this person he'd just offered a ride. Swimmer, maybe gymnast, he thought, admiring the solid chest and firm abs. Looks like he takes care of himself.

"Yeah, sure. I'm Casey,” the hiker answered. He slapped his pack. "In the back?"

"Yeah - canopy's unlatched. Careful of the cooler, though."

"No problem."

Casey turned out to be quite thoughtful: he draped a clean towel over the seat back before he leaned against it with sweaty skin. He just sat for a while, eyes closed, while Cory got back on the road.

"Thanks,” Casey said after a while. "Cops will get me if I stick a thumb out, but usually I can get away with just walking, until the city."

"No problem. I needed some company anyway."

Casey watched Cory drive for a few minutes. "You need a break,” he judged.

"Can't. Got a meeting, gotta be there on time."

"Down town?"

Cory shook his head. "No, a place called Estacada." He pronounced it "ess-TACK-uh-duh".

"You don't know the area, huh? It's 'ES-tuh-KAY-duh', man."

Cory blushed. "Sorry. Thanks. No, I don't know the area. And I didn't google it because I had my GPS guide, but it's messed up. So I have to hurry."

Casey shook his head in disagreement. "Wrong. You're nodding, and I won't ride with a nodder. But I'm fresh, I can drive this thing, and I know how to get there. So pull over, and switch." He looked at Cory's shirt. "And while you're at it, lose the threads - them sticking to you won't help with your meeting, right?"

Again Cory's subconscious made the decision before he'd thought it through. There was an exit coming up, and he'd maneuvered into the right-hand lane and was signaling to exit before he got to the decision his subconscious had already acted on. It turned out to be a rest stop.

"This is where I was heading,” Casey told him as they parked around on the back end of the rest area's loop. "It easy to get rides from a rest stop." He chuckled at Cory's nervousness. "Just strip and jump in. I'll get you there with no hassles - we take the I205 exit to get over the Columbia, then the 224 exit to head for Estacada - easy."

"Turn off on, um, something-Mill Road, and go toward the high school," Cory added as he stepped hurriedly out of his pants. With boxers sticking to his skin, he jumped into the Toyota before undoing his shirt. Casey was already in, adjusting all the vent fans to aim at the passenger's side.

"'Something-Mill,' huh? You got it." Casey got the Tundra rolling, boosted it as high as was safe in the rest area, and was onto the long frontage road and hit sixty 'way before they reached the freeway. When they did, he popped it up to 70 and settled into traffic.

Cory closed his eyes and thought about his presentation. A little more rest would help, he knew, but he wanted to stay awake so he could figure....

He came awake at a touch on his chest, and sat bolt upright.

"Whoa – sorry," Casey said. "You had a big river of sweat heading for your boxers - I caught it with a paper towel."

Cory nodded. "Where are we?"

"Just reaching the river; you weren't out long." Casey said as he pointed, "River of western exploration, the passageway for Lewis and Clark to the Pacific Ocean."

There was a paddle-wheel steamboat passing by downstream to the west. Cory pointed to it. "I'd rather ride in that," he said.

"And stay in a motel," Casey agreed. "How long till your meeting?"

Cory tapped the dash and the clock came to light. "Um, an hour and five minutes."

"Plenty of time. I know a spot along the way where you can get freshed up for your meeting. You need to get cooled down so you don't walk in sweating."


"How come you're trying to help me so much?" Cory demanded.

"You're helping me right now - my feet are in love with you," Casey flashed a big white grin. "Minute for minute, I'm getting the best of the bargain."

"Like you were going to Estacada," Cory objected.

"I was going... somewhere. Estacada is good for now." Casey shut up after that, and Cory could tell not to ask anything more.

In just a few minutes they'd breezed down I205, pushing the speed limit but only by a little, to their exit. Highway 224 turned out to run through the streets, but Casey seemed charmed as a driver; they never caught a light, and every time their lane slowed Casey popped them into the other and kept on rolling. In ten minutes he was clear of the town, heading into countryside. Cory nodded off again.

He awoke to Casey gently shaking him. "Okay, you had twenty minutes of beauty sleep. It's twenty more minutes to your meeting, and we have thirty-five. Hop out."

Cory did, and came around the pickup to find Casey in nothing but shoes and boxers. They bumped into each other; Casey was heading for his pack. After they laughed about it, Casey grabbed two towels from a big side compartment, and said, "Follow me."

It was a bit of a scramble down the shoulder, then a very short path led to the river. "The hole migrated,” Casey observed. "Upstream." What they arrived at wasn't much of a hole, no more than six feet deep, but it was enough to get wet.

"Strip, and hop in,” ordered Casey. "Ditch all that sweat and heat." Cory would have objected, but when he turned to Casey, all he saw was a bare ass aimed his way - a well-muscled ass, he noted - as Casey set the example and stripped. Then he dove in, a nice shallow dive that confirmed Cory's guess that he was a swimmer. Not to be outdone, Cory swallowed hard, dropped the shorts, kicked off his shoes, and dove.

It was cold. He crossed the deep part to where Casey stood, feet wide, pubic hair just barely under water. Cory put his hands over his crotch when he gained his feet.

Casey laughed. "Never been skinny-dipping before, huh?"

"Um... on a dare, when I was fourteen, in the neighbor's pool."

"All hidden and in the dark, huh? No big deal - but it feels free, doesn't it?" Casey didn't wait for an answer, but launched himself and dove, gliding close enough to the gravel bottom that Cory wondered if he were... dragging at all. From what he'd seen, Casey had a lot to drag. Again not to be outdone, Cory tried to follow suit, but he didn't have the skill and experience; instead of diving, he wallowed, and instead of gliding, he just worked at fighting the current.

He'd slipped and fallen for the second time and was stumbling again when a strong arm slid around his back to steady and support him. "Time's up,” Casey informed him.

"Thanks,” Cory said sincerely. "I swear I'd break my butt if I fell again."

"Can't have that!" Casey laughed. "Unless you can stand up throughout that whole meeting!" Cory had to laugh at that.

On the dry rocks at the side, Casey made Cory stand still, and rubbed him down lightly with a towel, skipping nothing. The soft contact on his genitals made Cory uneasy but also aroused him a little. He heard Casey chuckle, but his passenger said nothing.

"Back to the truck! Now we get you pretty." Casey was as good as his word: he made sure Cory was thoroughly dry before each piece of clothing went on. He snorted at Cory's knot for his tie, then showed Cory how to do what Casey called a "full Windsor". It did look an awful lot better than what Cory had managed. Not finished with that, Casey then went around Cory's shirt, adjusting the tuck to get the pleats and folds just so, and repeated the process with the slacks. He made Cory turn around once, then again, to make final touches.

"Excellent! Now, what what's the address?"

Casey got them to the place with five minutes to spare. When they pulled in, another young guy in suit and tie came out to meet them.

Casey looked the guy over. "You look better. Wait - let me adjust that collar, and your coat.... There - now go make a million."

*****​

"You didn't tell me you had a dog,” Casey scolded, when Cory's return woke him from a pleasant nap. "What kind is it, anyway?"

"Miniature hound, boxer and golden retriever. His name's Vagabond." Cory had an odd look on his face.

"I’ll drive,” Casey decided. "You tell me about your meeting. Um, where are we going next?"

"A town called Molalla. Know it?"

"Sure do. And the back way there."

"Kool!"

Cory climbed in, buckled, and started going through a stack of papers he had brought out. Casey remembered a notepad and some sort of leather folder - somehow they'd acquired loose paper. "What's all the paperwork?"

Cory waved him off, muttering. It sounded like he was counting, Casey thought. "You trying to add?"

"Yes,” Cory snapped, "and you made me lose count. I need at least an estimate."

No worries - read me the numbers,” Casey instructed. Cory looked at him a moment, then shrugged. What the heck could it hurt?

"Sixty-nine dollars and forty-eight cents,” he read. "Ninety-eight sixty-eight. Two hundred twelve forty-four. Eighty-eight fifty." Page after page he read.

When he stopped, Casey raised his eyebrows. "That's it?"

"Yeah."

"Three thousand five hundred forty-two dollars and seventy-seven cents."

Cory stared at his new acquaintance. "You added it that fast?! I can't even punch into my calculator that fast!"

Casey shook his head. "I don't add them - I just know. I flunked math a bunch because I knew the right answers, but I couldn't do the work to show how to get them - it just confused me. Then my wrestling coach in middle school realized what was going on, and got permission to let me retake the old tests. I got placed in a different math class, algebra, and loved it.

"Anyway, what's that number?"

"Take eight percent of it."

"Two hundred eighty-three forty-two. Is that your commission or something?"

"No, it's - well, something like that, yeah. I cut a lot of introductory deals on price, so my profit won't be more than maybe four percent, but that put me in bonus territory. Dude, you said 'Go make a million'; well, this is no million, but that's the best I've ever done!"

"With four percent your total would be four-twenty-five thirteen. You have another meeting in Molalla?"

"Yeah. If I do this well again...." Cory's eyes lit up.

"Well, for starters, get out of those clothes again, and fold them nicely. Gotta look your best, right?"

Casey himself was still in boxers; he pulled over, and in a minute they matched.

"How long till your next meeting?" Casey asked.

"Um... hour and forty minutes."

"Sweet - we'll have a half-hour fresh-up stop!"

The 'fresh-up spot' was upstream from a park, around a bend where the river split and the currents had made a deep hole on one side. Again, they stripped and swam.

"Oh, crap - we have visitors." Cory swore. They were lying out after a swim, on towels - stark naked, and at least ten feet from their boxers.

"Chill, dude - it's just skin,” Casey replied. Since he stayed on his back, so did Cory.

Three girls walked over, two of them giggling. They grabbed the two guys' clothes, including keys and wallets, and the other came over to look down at them.

"Trick or treat,” she said, grinning wickedly.

"I see the trick,” Cory replied bitterly. "You throw our stuff in the river. But we don't have any treats."

"Yes you do,” the girl disagreed, licking her lips. The treat would be I get to lick you all over."

Casey spoke up quietly. "What about your two friends?"

"They're not old enough. They won't watch if you want."

There wasn't much for it; he had an appointment to make, and there wouldn't be time for hunting for keys in the rapids. Cory spread his legs and arms in surrender, and closed his eyes. He only opened them once, to see Casey, a big grin on his face, watch as the girl wiggled her tongue up into Cory's left armpit.

When she started to go down on him, he objected. "You said lick - so lick." She made a little pout, but did.

Her finale was licking his ears, as deep as her tongue would go. Moments later he felt boxers, keys, and wallets land on his abs.

"You have a problem,” Casey observed. He reached over and stroked Cory's erection with a finger. "Why did you stop her?"

"I need to be focused for the meeting. After that, I wouldn't have been focused. And you're not helping."

With a laugh, Casey ran his finger along the urethra side of Cory's erection one last time. "Your loss." Cory saw Casey was holding his own erection.

"Um... we should get rid of these,” he said. Casey just laughed again, and they headed back into the crisp water.

*****​

"You look like a zombie,” Casey told Cory when the latter emerged from his second meeting. "Bad?"

Cory was spaced enough he started undoing his pants before he got in, then remembered they were still in town, and settled for loosening his belt and tie. "Drive,” he said when he was in.

"Where to?"

"Silverton. One hour."

Casey considered. "No fresh-up spot between here and there."

"I'll manage."

Off they went. "So was it bad? You're like in shock."

"Bad? Not! Casey, there was a guy at the meeting who's just finishing up an apartment building. He got interested when I asked if anyone had any complaints about the water here - someone always complains, and then I make my pitch about our water filters. He's got fifty units - and he ordered a filter system for each one... and not just the basic unit, either!"

"How much are those?"

"Four hundred and twelve apiece,” Cory whispered.

"Twenty thousand six hundred dollars!" Casey exclaimed. "Is that everything?"

"About fifteen hundred more."

"At eight percent?"

Cory shook his head. "I'm up to a twelve percent bonus range now."

"On the earlier part, too?"

"Yep."

Casey whistled. "Dude, your bonus just passed three thousand!"

Cory nodded. "And my profit is about twelve hundred. I usually take a month to make that."

"Heck - let's go do it again!" Casey slapped Cory on the back and hit the gas.


Cory didn't quite do it again: in Silverton he got only enough to increase his bonus by two hundred dollars, and his profit by eighty.

"Now where?" Casey asked, moving Vagabond off his lap when Cory returned.

"Place to crash. Dinner. Movie. Four meetings tomorrow. First one's in Keizer."

Cory was asleep before Casey was even out of the parking lot. Sales, Casey decided, was more work than he'd thought. He pulled over along Silverton Road for a few minutes in the dark, and carefully undid Cory's shirt, loosed his tie, and undid his pants. He knew he didn't sleep well in snug clothes, so he thought it might help his new friend. And since he was thinking "friend,” he refrained from inspecting beneath Cory's boxers, though he bent for a quick sniff.

Silverton Road was highway 213. When it crossed Lancaster Street, that became 213, and Casey followed it. His memories of Salem lacked a lot, but he recalled a cluster of motels and hotels along Lancaster.

He settled on a Best Western with a good sized indoor pool, got them a room with a double bed, parked near it, carried his pack in, and then went back for Cory. Inspiration struck: he turned back to the room, called and order both pizza and fried chicken, and only then went back to the truck.

Cory was awake, being pawed at by Vagabond, and fumbling ineffectually at the door. Casey got it for him, almost getting knocked over as the dog made a quick exit. "He needs to fertilize something,” Cory explained.

"Oops. He licked the back of my neck a couple of times, but I thought he was just being friendly."

"Nope - that's his signal, when we're traveling. He knows not to paw at the driver's arm."

"Smart dog."

"Sure is. Oh, man - did you ask about animals for the room?"

Casey hadn't, but he went and did so. "Ten dollars extra,” he reported.

"I can afford it,” Cory said with a grin. "Now, let’s find food."

Casey pushed him onto the bed. "Already ordered. Giant pizza with Canadian bacon, pineapple, mushrooms and fried chicken. So now, hang those clothes, I'll press them nice for you while you shower." Please, he thought, ask if I'll scrub your back.

"You can dry me again when I'm done,” Cory said over his shoulder just as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Casey's thighs tingled. Small treasures, he thought, are also good.

They were both sprawled on the bed, naked, when the door buzzed. Casey walked calmly to the door and opened it. A kid stood there with a pizza box. "I need you to sign,” he began, then noticed Casey.

Casey looked him over. "I tip good for cute guys,” he announced. "You eighteen?"

"Seventeen." The kid looked puzzled, and nervous.

"Too bad. I give special tips to cute guys who are old enough." He slid his middle finger in and out of his mouth to illustrate.

The kid blushed furiously and repeated the request for a signature. Casey had put it on his VISA; he added a twenty dollar tip, signed, and handed the slip back. As the kid handed him the pizza box, he planted a kiss on his cheek and slipped a five dollar bill in under the top of the kid's pants. The kid fled; Casey stood there in the door and blew a kiss after him.

"I love doing-" Cory was face down on the bed, snoring softly. "Well, mister salesman, I go to all the trouble of putting on a show to see if you get turned on, and you fall asleep on me. Well, you're not going to sleep through dinner!" He set the pizza on the pillow, straddled Cory and rolled him over.

"Din-din, mister salesman,” he chanted. "Wakey-wakey." He let some of his weight rest on Cory's thighs as he reached and pulled out a slice of steaming hot pizza. For a steaming hot Cory, he thought. Cory's chin made a nice resting place for one edge, as he gently blew the aroma toward the sleeper's nose.

Cory stirred. "Smells good - gimme one."

Since there hadn't been a protest about his position, Casey wiggled a bit and settled more of his weight on Cory as he handed over the slice, then got his own. When Cory asked for another, he took the opportunity to lift off, and then scoot farther up the other's smooth, lean body before sitting again. Two more inches, and their balls would be touching.

"You sure aren't bashful,” Cory remarked. "Is this because I scored big sales today?"

"No, it's because I like being with you. Today has been fun."

"Okay. Hey - you know why I'm on the road; why are you?"

"Lost my job." Casey deliberately let a piece of pineapple fall off his pizza; it landed on Cory's left hip bone - Beautiful! Casey thoughts, and bent over and licked it off.

Cory had been stirring a little; that stimulus made the difference, and his penis began to rise. Casey bent down again, and licked at the same spot, like he had missed something.

Just then the door buzzed again.

"Oops - the fried chicken!" Casey rolled off and Cory rolled over. This time Casey wrapped himself in a towel before answering the door.

"What took you so long?" Cory asked when Casey returned.

"I decided to order some of those decadent cinnamon rolls they have, for later." He rolled Cory onto his back again, sat back down on those wonderful thighs, and handed over a drumstick. Cory was still hard, though not totally.

"So why did you lose your job?" asked Cory.

"Can I show you, not just tell you?"

"Um..." Cory had a puzzled frown. "Sure, I guess."

"I got caught with another employee, who happened to be the boss's son, in the back room." He took a deep breath. "Doing this…" This time when he bent forward, he didn't stop, but opened his mouth and sucked in Cory's erection until the head pushed against the back of his mouth. The feel of it, warm and hard, at the top of his throat, was heavenly.

Cory gasped, then moaned. "Casey..."

Casey sucked his way back off, slowly. "The guy who caught us didn't let me finish. I'd really like to, this time."

"Can you deep throat?" Cory asked hoarsely.

"That's my favorite.'

"Then go for it."

Casey went.




to be continued....

 

[muffinboy88]

god, this is really hot.
please continue, i can't wait for more. x)

 

[DonQuixote]

Kuli,
You are a prolific son of a gun.
I just happened to check out the main forum because all of my subscriptions were caught up for the moment, and what do I find, but this very hot tale of a travelling salesman and the man on the road.

Wow. Don't I wish!

Thanks. I look forward to their building partnership in growing the business and the body parts. lol

 

[wyndhampaul]

Now that's the sort of sales man's life I should have had

 

[Kulindahr]

He'd thought the first stroke down and up had been pleasurable, but compared to what Casey did next it was like a "Whistling Pete" firework next to an eruption of Kilauea volcano in Hawaii.

It wasn't that Cory hadn't gotten head before; he had, from five (or maybe six; there'd been that party after the regional basketball playoffs...) girls. But next to what Casey was doing even the best by his best girlfriend had been a desultory, halfhearted effort by an incompetent out of a sense of duty. Casey, though, seemed to be going from a sense of hunger - or maybe, Cory thought dimly with a faint giggle, of thirst. What his girlfriend had managed had been nice, something he could lie there and enjoy, but now the pleasure swamped his conscious mind and bore him back to the emotional state of our animal forebears. He found himself humming "You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals"....

It was like Casey knew just what Cory's dick needed, all the right places to tickle, lick, nip, squeeze, prod, wiggle, stretch... With a laugh Cory realized that Casey did, indeed: what he had, and those girls could never match, was a dick of his own, a dick that liked to be touched just so, squeezed a certain way, wiggled at the right place, stretched at the right time. He grabbed at Casey's shoulder and used it to leverage a turn. He'd never really looked at another guy's equipment before, but now he took a good look at Casey's: almost seven inches long, he guessed, slightly curved, about as thick as an uncooked jumbo Ballpark frank, and so rigid that with Casey on hands and knees (one hand, that was; fingers were juggling Cory's balls, and as he realized that, he spread his legs more) the tip was nearly touching Casey's firm, slender abs - in fact as Casey moved, it bounced a little, making a tiny patting sort of sound about every third stroke of Casey's neck, as it bounced against those smooth muscles.

Hesitantly, even afraid, he reached for that firm piece of flesh. But he stopped with his hand inches away; for all that he wanted to feel it, he couldn't overcome a lifetime of instinct - or training? Brain washing?

But a hand closed around his gently, and pushed it to meet its target. Casey was considerate; he didn't force it, he didn't squeeze it around his dick, he just put it against it lightly - and then pressed down lightly, sort of saying, "Please...."

Still, he couldn't make himself close his hand. Instead, since he was already touching it, he stroked Casey's dick with his open palm. After a few seconds of that, he touched it with his fingers, and explored the surface: smooth, taut, curved sides, a smooth, flat back/top, and a round ridge on the front that reminded him of the rounded covers for power cables running across a floor. He giggled at himself again; watching the flow and shift of Casey's fit thigh and abs muscles, there was power here, too - power for him to explore, enjoy, play with....

Cory stroked Casey's abs, thinking they were so, so fine. The curve of his inner thighs, from this angle, was a work of art. His balls were sucked up almost into non-existence, his dick was so hard. A drop of sweat trickled from next to those balls and ran down the inside of Casey's left thigh.

Cory's world shifted, in fire and wonder, and in a burst of comprehension he knew why people could look at others and call them "tasty". He'd always thought that was odd, but now he saw that drip of sweat like it was the first piece of anything sweet he'd found in years, and he wanted it. He couldn't just wiggle over; he had to pull himself, and without thinking he grabbed Casey's dick with one hand and a thigh with the other, and slid himself to where he could reach that thigh with his tongue.

For the first time in his life, he licked human sweat off human skin. He'd wanted to know what it would taste like, but that was forgotten as the feel of the soft, sparse hair on Casey's thigh, atop the smooth skin over the solid, trembling muscles triggered a reaction in him that made what he'd thought of as lust before seem like a firecracker in the face of the Bikini Atoll nuclear tests. Rational thought fled; without thought, he began pumping Casey's dick, erratically, with his right hand, while his left reached around Casey's thigh to steady himself as he licked, and licked, and licked....

Awareness returned out of the oblivion of a lust-driven mind at the feel of one of Casey's hands holding his hip tightly, and Casey moving. Cory forgot about licking as he felt, then saw, Casey turning above him. That seven-inch weapon he'd been playing with without thinking was rotating his way, coming closer.

He panicked at the thought of a dick and balls being near his face. Stiff fingers dug fiercely into Casey's hip, and for the first time since he'd said, "Go for it,” Casey's mouth stopped torturing his own dick with ecstasy.

Looking at Cory to see what the deal was, Casey saw a face twisted by panic. The hand trying to push his crotch away said all that was needed, and he nodded. Turning on his knees, he planted a kiss on Cory's forehead, and whispered, "Sorry - I just want the angle right."

"Angle? What angle?" Cory sounded confused, but not nearly as panicked now that the object of his fear had moved away.

"Lie still, and I'll show you." Casey gave Cory another kiss on the forehead. He'd really hoped Cory would return the favor and do some six-nine, but obviously his new friend was new in other ways. So he spread his knees, one right by Cory's shoulder, instead of straddling him, and heard a sigh of relief.

Cory was still trying to calm himself. The solid grip Casey took on his hips helped, that and the feeling that Casey had given him that nothing was going to happen that would freak him out. Then Casey's lips planted a sloppy wet kiss on his dick, and he let go of the remaining fear, though he was still nervous. The kiss changed into a sort of tongue-dance, Casey's tongue licking, flicking, probing, massaging the head of his dick, all around on every square millimeter, teasing under the edge, probing into the hole. He found himself shaking, his whole body, from the intensity of the pleasure, and debated whether he should try to hold still. The answer became unimportant a second later as Casey's lips surrounded his head, sucking gently, tugging as they came back up and didn't quite let go, then sucked their way back down, a little farther now, and up again, and down, the suction harder this time, a feeling that might have been painful if it wasn't so excruciatingly blissful. Cory thought his brain was going to burn out from pleasure overload, but the pressure stopped. Instead, Casey's tongue slid down the outside, the left side of his dick, then back up the back, down the right, and back up the front, teasing the ridge his urethra made. Then there was a pause - he saw Casey drink some water - so he turned his head. He could see the tip of Casey's dick, past his thigh, and it didn't look nearly so frightening as it had. He wasn't foolish enough to get his face closer and risk panic again, but he found he wanted to hold and stroke it, so he reached and started playing with it with his fingers.

Casey went back to business, sucking like Cory's dick was the best candy in the world. Each stroke down reached a little farther, and every few strokes he paused at the top for a tongue dance, though he didn't pull clear off again. Cory found himself stroking Casey's dick with urgency, wanting to see cum launch from it just as he wanted to cum himself. The two were tied together in his mind; somehow, it wouldn't be right if just one happened.

It took Cory a couple of moments to realize that the yell he heard was his own. The head of his dick was at the back of Casey's mouth, pressing into the top of Casey's throat, and Casey was wiggling his throat muscles so they did a massage on his dick head, and the sensation was so unexpected and powerful that Cory had cried out. Casey pulled away, but Cory put his hand on the back of his traveling companion's neck and pushed back down - not hard, but gently, to say, "Please don't stop."

Using those throat muscles, Casey repeated what he'd down with his lips to Cory's dick: down and up, down and up, bombarding the skin of the head, and then below it, with sensations that his brain said were unmeasured pleasure yet agonizing torture. He let go of everything but the awareness of that feeling, of what Casey was doing to and for him. He felt his own hips moving, and Casey's strong hands on them to regulate the rhythm...

Suddenly there was no movement. Cory realized that the tickle he felt on his balls was Casey's nose, and what was pressing against his pelvic bone was Casey's chin, and that every last bit of his own dick was inside Casey's mouth and throat. He held very still, not sure what Casey was going to do next, and allowed himself to experience the waning of the passion, the tide of pleasure fogging his mind beginning to go out. His thoughts became clear enough that he started asking just what he was doing, getting his dick sucked by a guy. Guilt started to knock on the walls of his mind, a dark foreboding presence

That was washed away as Casey came up for air, but like a swimmer got it quickly and went back to, well, stroking. This time, though, the strokes were deep: Casey rose until Cory's dick was out in his mouth, then pushed down for a full throat effort, and back, and down, and back, and down, and....

This time he knew the yell was coming, but he couldn't stop it. It began deep inside him, building energy, gathering volume, then launched suddenly; it turned to a whimper, then another yell, or rather more of a yelp, and then another, as five times in a row Casey rammed Cory's dick as deep in his throat as it would go, straining all his muscles to try to swallow it, and five times the sensation that caused brought forth an explosion of cum that lifted Cory to levels of pleasure he'd never imagined possible. Then he was spent, and the head of his dick was very sensitive, and the feel of Casey's touch was agony. He pulled it back, with his hips, and started to roll away, but Casey held him.

"Hold still just a bit,” his tormentor requested. So Cory lay there as Casey went down once more, this time with just his lips and not his throat, and with serious pressure slid back up the limpening shaft.

Casey turned and sat on his knees, looking down at Cory fondly. He seemed content to wait. It seemed like forever before Cory got any words out.

"You swallowed." That seemed like an idiotic thing to say the moment the words were out; he didn't think a guy could take another guy's load in his throat and not know he'd swallowed.

"Of course."

"Why"

"I hate arguing about who's going to sleep in the wet spot."

Casey said it no differently than he might have said, "I hate bright lights in my eyes when I'm driving." That matter-of-fact tone set Cory off; he burst into laughter than wouldn't stop.

Casey laughed with him at first, but then he got a worried look, because Cory kept laughing. The truth was that Cory couldn't stop; he wanted to laugh and cry, and it was mixed with guilt and self-hate and doubt and feeling filthy, and he couldn't stop, he couldn't stop, and it hurt....

Vaguely he heard Casey say, "Shit". The sensation of his companion sliding in next to him, locking strong arms around him, holding him snugly, rocking him gently, wasn't vague at all, though. His laughter turned to tears, chest-wracking sobs at first, then quiet gentle ones. He was aware that Casey wasn't hugging him tightly any longer, but was stroking his chest down the center. He looked into the green-gray eyes looking down at him, the head they were in resting on a palm above an elbow resting on the mattress, and saw caring and concern.

He almost expected an apology, but what Casey said was, "Thank you." Silence hung there for a moment. "You've never done this before, huh? I bet you've never been naked with another guy, definitely not in the same bed. Sorry I scared you."

Cory almost objected that he hadn't been scared, but he knew it would have been a ridiculous lie. "I've never had a dick near my face,” he confessed instead.

"I guessed that. Don't worry; I won't pee on you." Casey's chuckle died at the look of disgust that warped Cory's face. "Oops - bad joke. Dude, I enjoyed that. You have an awesome cock, slender enough it slips into my throat without a lot of work - and it felt so good down there.
"So... what's going on in your head?"

Cory told him, pouring out all the feelings and thoughts from the first bit of bliss to the panic to the agony, to the enormity of the black guilt that still lapped at his mind, threatening to destabilize everything. Casey listened without comment, just holding Cory and letting him vent.

Casey put his palm flat against Cory's chest. "Whose is this?,” he asked.

"Huh?"

"This body I'm touching - whose is it?"

"Mine."

Casey took Cory's dick gently in his hand. "Whose is this?"

"Mine."

"So if you do what you wish with what is yours, who can condemn you?" Casey concluded. Then he let go and rolled away just enough that they weren't touching.

The words sounded familiar. After a couple of minutes of thinking so, minutes during which Casey got up and got them each a glass of water and a diet Barq's root beer, it came to Cory: they sounded a lot like words Jesus had said, somewhere in the Bible. He thought it came with a parable, but he wasn't sure. And his first reaction was that saying those words to justify this was blasphemy, but then he wondered: if Jesus could use that rule to make a point for his listeners, wasn't it a good rule? Didn't he own his body, and didn't he have the right to do as he wished with what was his? He wasn't sure, but it was, he thought, an important question.



to be continued...

 

[Autolycus]

That was truly amazing - thanks for sharing it with us!

 

[harry113]

Thanks Kuli
Great story
More please
Harry

 

[Kulindahr]

That was truly amazing - thanks for sharing it with us!

I was almost afraid to post that chapter -- I thought maybe I'd get jumped on for addressing moral/ethical/religious questions in a porn story.

 

[Lefty]

kuli, this is a porn site

morals, ethics and religion aren't noticed that much...did you forget?

 

[Kulindahr]

kuli, this is a porn site

morals, ethics and religion aren't noticed that much...did you forget?

Wouldn't know it from the forums I haunt -- CE & P, HT, F&G. There are anti-religion rants in those quite regularly.

And I'm surprised that people are liking a piece where one of the characters is seriously questioning whether being gay is okay, or even if it's just for play.

 

[Lefty]

I'm more innersted in story content, writing skills and the artist/authors skills in character development..u is dune fyne buckaroo jes fyne.

 

[DonQuixote]

Kuli,
This chapter snuck in on me - my subscription new post indicator must have gotten reset in error.

A very good chapter - erotically hot and very real in the mindgame dept, too.

I understand your trepidation re: religion, but I don't think that most of the hot button guys in HT et al frequent the story threads all that much.

I enjoyed the chapter - it was a powerful read.

Thanks for being so prolific and sharing your talents with us.

 

[Kulindahr]

My Good Luck Charm


Cory was quiet in the morning. He got out of bed, showered, and dressed, then sat reviewing material for his meetings. Casey finally broke the silence.

"New stuff today?"

Three long seconds passed before Cory answered. "Some. The folks at this first meeting want to hear about the air purifiers. I'm not real familiar with them." Silence reigned again. Casey decided maybe Cory needed soem time alone, so he went and took a long, soapy bath. When he came out, Cory was all packed and the room had been tidied.

Casey deliberately didn't cover himself. "You're mad at me, aren't you?"

Cory took a deep breath and let it out. "Yeah. But at me, too. I'm not sure what we did last night was right."

"Did you like it?"

"Oh, yeah. But that doesn't make it right."

"Did I pressure you?"

"I think -- sort of. Come on -- at our age, guys are so horny that once something starts, it's hard to say stop."

Casey saw his point. "Sorry. But once I saw you naked, all I could think of was having your cock in my throat. You have an awesome one -- long, not really thick. I wish it was two inches longer, though."

Cory looked troubled. "Is that all it is to you, just a dick in your throat? I thought we were clicking."

"Not just, no. It's been fun being with you. But if it's uncomfortable for you, I'll go a different way."

Cory didn't hesitate in answering. "No way -- you're my luck charm. And coach, sort of. You pay attention to details I can't even think of. I've done these presentations dozens of times, and I still get so nervous I can hardly think."

"It can't be too bad -- you're making some big sales."

"Once I stand up there and talk, it's all different. I love doing the talks. I'm proud of the products -- well, not most of them, actually, but I don't pitch the ones I don't like."

"Do you get questions about them?"

"Duh. I try to turn them to things I can be proud of."

"Change that: tell them what your doubts are. Be straight about it."

Cory frowned in thought. "Won't that make them not want to buy?"

"Maybe that product. But they'll trust an honest salesman, and really believe you on the other things."

"Huh -- I never thought of that. Worth a try, I guess. Anyway -- let's do breakfast. And get dressed -- is all that buff flesh supposed to tempt me?"

"Not really. I wouldn't complain if it did, though. I just wanted to show that I'm not ashamed of my body, or of what we did last night."

"I guess it did that", Cory conceded. "And it is a nice body -- I wish mine were more like it."

"You swim much?" Casey asked as he started pulling on a tee shirt.

"I'm not very good."

"I was junior team coach for two years, and took first in the Naked Olympics at Jennings Wood, in freestyle and butterfly, two years in a row. I can teach you. Can we keep this room tonight?"

"If I do well today, I want to find one with a fireplace. To celebrate."

"You'll do well -- you have a great coach." Casey's bald proclamation of his own value finally broke the tension. They both laughed.

Breakfast was steak and pancakes at the Elmer's Colonial Pancake and Barbecue, not far from the motel. Casey stuffed himself; Cory went for an 8 oz ribeye and fried eggs with soft yolks, sunny side up. He flipped one egg upside down on the steak, and poked underneath to break the yolk, then added Worcestershire sauce. The other two eggs he broke the same way over two pairs of pancakes.

"I've never seen yolk on a steak before", Casey told him. "That's different." He had scrambled eggs, so he couldn't follow suit. "Plus Worcestershire sauce!"

Cory shrugged. "Got it from my uncle Zim. He was in the Navy; he got it from some ship's first mate. Um, let's not talk; I have to prime myself." So they ate in silence.


Casey insisted on visiting the nearby Circuit City, where he bought a GPS-based navigational system. That let him drive in a city he wasn't quite as familiar with, since it gave him set-by-step, block-by-block instructions. Cory made notes as they drove to the first meeting in Keizer, about four miles away. Casey got trapped in a turn lane once and ended up on the Salem Parkway, but the navigation unit "recalculated" and got them to their destination just fine.

This one was at a senior center, with a big parking lot. Casey got in on a game of catch with some Hispanic kids in the lot while Cory did his presentation. They had a football, a basketball, and a frisbee, and all were going at the same time in the circle. He was a hit the moment he managed to catch football and frisbee at the same time, and launch the frisbee off again in time to catch the basketball on a bounce-and-spin.

"Trying to get me, huh?" he asked with a grin, and launced a powerful pass of the basketball which just about knocked the catcher off his feet. He drilled a straight-shot pass at another kid, who went "Oof! when it slipped through his hands and hit him in the chest.

The time passed quickly; it seemed only a few minutes before Cory was back. "How'd it go?" Casey inquired.

Cory grimaced. "Nothing big. The center asked for a trial of the air system, though. If they like it, they want one for each of their areas. That means five, and that would be a good sale. And one of them, a really old couple, was impressed enough that they said if the center agrees they're good, they want to do sales."

"Competition!"

"No", Cory replied with a shake of his head. "I'm signing them up, so I get a bonus, then another when they reach five thousand in sales. I also get a commission on everything they sell until then."

"So it;s not a pyramid thing", Casey concluded. "They sell enough, they're on their own. You're on your own, right?"

"For three years. Last year I almost made enough doing this, to live on. I prolly will this year. Anyway", he concluded as he got into the passenger's seat, "let's head for the next one."

Casey had to shoo Vagabond out of the driver's seat. "This is in... south Salem?"

"Right. Kuebler Boulevard, and go east, Ithink."

Once again Casey checked Cory's tie, adjusted the pleats in his shirt and slacks, and touched up his hair. Cory sprouted am erection at the touch on his legs. "May I? Adjust things, I mean?" Casey asked. Cory nodded, and Casey reached in and held Cory's erection while he somehow managed to adjust boxers and slacks so it didn't show. "Just tug at the belt loops when it gets soft", he instructed. Cory nodded.

With no kids this time -- the meeting was at a huge house -- Casey got out a book and read. Occasionally he took a break and did some stretching, or situps, or crunches. He was doing a leg-lift with flutter when Cory came out, almost skipping.

"You're my charm, all right!" Cory exclaimed, grabbing a hand and pulling Casey to his feet. "You won't believe this!" He took a deep breath. "One of the people was a school superintendant. They've got a middle school with a mold problem, and they can't find the source. The state says they can't hold school there until they have clean air. Look at this!"

"This" was a check for $16,170 "and no cents". The memo said "42 air units". Casey whistled in awe. "Dude, what's the scoop?"

Cory's face was about to split from grinning. "The board had already approved the idea. The other signature was already on the check. What he came for was to hear about the water filters, but I did the air presentation when there weren't many questions, and he pounced on it. Forty-two is how many they need to put in all the classroms. That will let them open the school again, and he thinks it will let them find the source of the mold, too -- wherever it stays in the air even with the filter going has to be the source."

"Wow. And wow." Casey remembered that it wasn't just one customer. "What about the rest?"

"Orders for nine deluxe water units, and eight basic ones."

"You're rich!"

Cory laughed. "Kinda! My cut on this is fifteen now, and I just did over twenty thousand! In one meeting!" He froze, realizing what he had just said -- and accomplished. "Damn -- I really did it. I'm not dreaming."

"Yeah, you did. Let's see -- next is..." Casey sort of chanted to himself for a bit. "Independence."

"Yep. Onward, driver!"

They had some time to kill, and Casey knew a back road that took them to an isolated spot on the Willamette River. Lacking swim gear, they went skinny-dipping again -- which Casey would have anyway. "It's a matter of principle", he explained as they were treading water in a slow eddy that took them around and around. "To me it's almost a sin to enjoy nature without going natural -- sort of an insult to our Nanny."

"Our 'nanny'?" Cory echoed.

"Yeah -- the Great Creator is our Father, the universe our Mother, and Nature -- or Gaia -- takes care of us, so she's our Nanny."

Cory laughed, and sank as he stopped paddling with his arms for a second. "Blub", he announced as he came back up. "That's kool", he told his new buddy. "I was raised in church, but I don't think that's against anything I was taught. So is there -- I mean, are there priests and stuff?"

"Druids", Casey replied with a shake to negate the idea of priests. "Those who feel called to it, and are accepted by a dozen people, and then by three other Druids. There isn't any worship like you'd think. It's reverence for Nature, and learning to be part of it." He frowned. "Last Gathering I attended, there was an argument about internal comustion engines. Some would say I'm offending Nature by riding with you."

"So I'm offending God by getting blown by a guy, and you're offending Nature by riding in a truck. I guess we're even." Cory's slight grin betrayed that he was sort of teasing.

Casey wasn't. "You really think it offends God?"

Cory wasn't sure, and they talked about it as they dressed and headed for the next meeting. "Look, I now the Bible a little bit, and sex just isn't for reproducing. It's also for fun -- okay, pleasure. For fun, isn't it better to frolic with a guy, who you can't get pregnant?" were Casey's final words.

The mental stimulation apparently helped Cory with his presentation and answers. "I took your advice", he said on returning. "We sell these units you can plug into a wall and control your appliances. They work, but I think they're overpriced, and you need different receiving units for every appliance. Those are temperamental. I told them flat out I wouldn't buy one, and they could get a better deal at Internal Environmentals in Tigard, right up I-5. Three people came back and asked if I really meant what I said about the water filters and other stuff, and I said yeah, the moment I got my own place I was getting them. They said if I was so blunt about the house controls, they figured I must be honest about the ones I pitched. So I got slaes for four-eighty more."

"So you're rich again?"

"Not really. It was a good meeting, but not much above average. But those sales after the honesty thing really boost me!"

"Awesome. I'd offer to blow you to celebrate, but...."

Cory laughed. "Buddy, we have to move -- remember where the next meeting is?"

"Um..." Casey did his little memory chant again. "Lebanon. And we barely have time to spare. But if you drove...."

Cory swallowed hard. "Whoa. I've never gotten road head. Gina was the only one adventurous enough, and she was scared I might wreck."

"I know how to handle that", Casey assured him. "Just don't close your eyes."

Cory swallowed hard again. "Wait till we get on the freeway."

Casey almost jumped for joy. He really liked Cory, and he really, really liked Cory's cock. It was just the right thickness, nice and smooth, and throbbed when he tried to swallow it. "Due, you are one awesome stud!"

Cory glanced down at his own body. "hardly a stud. But just wait till I ask you to do what I enjoy." His grin was wicked.

The look on Casey's face, Cory decided, was priceless.

 

[DonQuixote]

Kuli,
A Great chapter.

I wonder what he really enjoys??? lol

Are going to be moving from oral to anal?

Reading both chapters back to back has certainly helped stimulate MY imagination and other parts.

Thanks for another great read.

 

[Kulindahr]

Road (A)head


Cory drove in just boxers. Once they were on the freeway, Casey lay his head in Cory's lap and spent several minutes just breathing in his friend's scent and enjoying the feel of muscles shifting as the clutch worked and gears were changed . When he couldn't stand it any longer, he licked Cory's abs, tasting him. A soft penis frustrated him, but he guessed it was Cory's nervousness, and it wasn't a problem he figured he couldn't solve. Cory tensed at the touch of tongue on skin, and Casey gave him time to relax before licking again. This time, Cory only tensed a little.

Casey was slowly tugging up the lower edge of Cory's boxers as he teased along their top edge with his tongue. When his fingers reached the place where leg met upped body, he moved his heaad and started licking thigh. Again Cory tensed, but slowly relaxed as he got used to it. When Casey's tongue started playing with the pubic hairs that reched that low, Cory moaned -- and the object of Casey's desire hardened. Now he opened the fly of Cory's boxers, and teased the hair with his tongue, never quite touching that stiff treasure. There wouldn't be any preliminaries this time; he was going to take the whole thing all at once. His own erection ached at the thought. It took sheer, agonizing will power to not go directly there.

When he finally did, Cory gasped and hit the accelerator involuntarily. The truck shot ahead, and Casey froze, letting Cory get control again. Once the ride steadied, he began pressing the delightful head on Cory's cock into his throat, sucking and swallowing to give pleasure, and bring in the end the best of treasure. He really didn't like the taste of cum -- though he'd once tasted a guy's whose was fruity! -- but the feel of the hot stream burning into his throat was akin, he felt, to Nirvana.

He came up for air and a 'tongue dance'. Cory moaned.

"Finish it!" Cory gasped. "I'm at the edge!"

Casey's desire surged, and he went down on his tasty buddy with a vengeance, a thirst so intense he was near coming himself, and a desire to please that was unlike anything he'd ever known. He did his best with cheeks, tongue, and throat to do all the things he knew made him burn to explosion, willing Cory to absolutely love it all. To him, he'd hardly been down enough time to really revel in the feelings when the eruption came.

He'd thought it had been intense the night before, but this, this was rapture! Cory came -- and came, and came, gasping, ramming Casey's head down, thrusting like mad -- and still steering just fine. Casey sucked and swallowed, wishing Cory had ten inches, to get more pleasure.

Cory shuddered. Casey swallowed over and over in succession, and to his surprise and delight Cory came again -- and again, and again. Finally he had to let go so he could breathe. He turned to Cory to say how wonderful it had been -- but there were tears in Cory's eyes.

"Bud, did I hurt you?" The thought nearly panicked him.

A shaking head relieved him. "No -- it was just... wow." Cory's whole body shuddered. "Do you think it's possible to die from pleasure?"

Casey laughed. "I wondered that once. I decided to try it."

Cory eyed him sideways. "No deal, huh?" They laughed together.

A few minutes later Cory's hand snuck over to Casey's crotch. Casey let him just cup his hand over the mound for a while. When Cory began tugging at the zipper on his pants, though, he eagerly helped. This response from his friend excited and pleased him, and he felt a wave of affection for Cory that seemed like a taste of heaven. But all Cory did was hold that burning erection. His resolution to hold still and let Cory be in charge died within miles, though, and he slowly, tentatively began sliding his cock up and down. Cory didn't object,so he moved farther and faster, until he was mocving in time with the music from the old Journey CD Cory had put in.

The edge came after only four or so minutes, and he carefully held himself there. He understood deep down that if he came all over Cory, it would be over -- and he really wanted to keep this friend, and not just for the sex. They were almost to the turnoff to highway 34 when he had to take Cory's hand away. Cory looked the question at him.

"I almost came. I didn't think you'd want it all over you."

Cory smiled a very crooked smile. "Gross. You're right." he patted Casey's thigh. "Thanks."

"For letting you hold it, or for quitting in time?"

"Yes." Cory grinned. Casey laughed.

They stopped by what looked like a school right on the way into town, so Cory could get dressed. Then it was off to the next meeting.

 

[DonQuixote]

Kuli,
You are developing this story quite nicely. I wonder how long it will take SuperSalesman Cory to overcome his upbringing and inner turmoil, and just go with the flow and enjoy his new best friends body and essential fluids in more earnest.

You do know how to help the loins surge in desire, need. lol

Thanks for investing the time in we eager readers.

 

[Kulindahr]

I feel the urge to comment on the world of this story....

In the opening parts, everything is 100% true to reality -- you can even follow their progress on google maps, if you really want.

By the time they get to Salem, I'm inventing a few things for the sake of the story. For example, in the upcoming, there isn't, and as far as I know never has been, a Holiday Inn with a Holidome in Lebanon, Oregon.

One reason I comment on this is to point out that while inventing something is convenient for making the story get along, it can become a pain in the butt later, because the author then has to keep track of all the alterations from the real world!

I have a solution to that in the story. If you want to see what it is, stick around for the next [STRIKE]two or three[/STRIKE] ten or twelve chapters.

Meanwhile, here's that 'upcoming' I mentioned. Hope no one gets too grossed out....

 

[Kulindahr]

They found an old Holiday Inn in Lebanon that had the old Holidome, with a big swimming pool -- big enough for laps! -- a hot tub and sauna, miniature golf, a basketball hoop, even a volleyball setup. The fourth meeting of the day had been "above average", and Cory was splurging: all those extras didn't come cheap, and they hardly qualified for the family rate.

Cory's energy really picked up after dinner: they went to the Holidome and caught a college-age group playing volleyball. They joined, though Casey didn't play well; he was eyeing two of the guys who played with incredible intensity, enough that sweat ran down their shirtless bodies and made their nylon shorts stick to them, profiling thigh and butt muscles. Cory's eyes were on one chick who eyed him back. After the second game, they ended up facing each other. She caught his eye, and mimed taking off a shirt. Breathless, he did, and his game suffered. So did hers, so he knew she was interested. As the rotation brought them face to face again, she mimed tugging shorts down lower. That gave him an erection as he complied, pulling them low enough to let the treasure trail he was getting show. She licked her lips as she gave him a last look when the rotation took them apart.

Her team won, 21-12. As they passed in lines telling each other it was a great game, she stroked his crotch brielfy and whispered, "Swimming pool, two-thirty."

He could hardly conceal his elation -- he was going to get laid! No one understood the gleam in his eye and grin that followed: he was going to make Casey join them. A sobering thought hit: if he could help Casey have a lot of fun, could he go back to being normal? That would be so awesome! though he would miss the deep throat.

When he told Casey, the response was a call to find out what room his "friends" were in. Then he called, and got the two hotties he'd been eyeing. "We'll do skinnydipping", he told Cory, who rolled his eyes. "And some schnapps...."

"Against the rules", Cory countered.

"So is swimming at two ay-em. They got permission. And they can opaque the windows." He slid a finger down his throat to show what he had in mind.

"You have a one-track mind."

Casey laughed. "No, I don't -- I multi-task." Cory laughed with him.


When they got to the Holidome at two-thirty, following a forty minute power nap, the desk clerk hesitated to buzz the door open for them. "Lita said one guest", he told them.

"We are one guest", Cory quipped, pressing his side against Casey. "Can't you tell we're joined at the hip?" Casey glanced sideways at his friend, with a frown: Cory's bouncy mood reminded him of something, but he couldn't rmember what.

The clerk shook his head. "All right. But she'd better be happy with this." The door buzzed, and when Cory pulled eagerly, swung open. They stopped cold as it closed behind them.

Lita was shooting hoops, and she was good at it. They watched her start at the base of the key, and work her way around like in a game of 'horse'. One, two three shots were all net; the next caught a tiny piece of rim but swirled around and down. She completed the inner key run and took two steps back to make the next set. Swish! Swish!

But that wasn't what stopped them; it was her uniform, or rather her utter lack of one. To Casey it was humorous; to Cory -- well, he actually stopped breathing, and scrambled to adjust his pants.

Casey swatted him on the rear. "C'mon; there's a dress code", he whispered, not wanting to disturb the beautiful precision of swish! swish! swish! He kept his eyes on the ball as he peeled off his shirt and reached for his belt buckle. Beside him, he heard a groan from Cory, who was looking at his buddy's abs. "What?" Casey asked.

"She's got me totally hard, but your abs...." Cory was trembling. He bit his lip. "God help me, I want both of you." With that he dropped his pants and was nude -- and he went sprinting across the miniature golf course and dove into the shallow end of the pool.

Lita paused at the top of the key, and turned to wave. The sight of Casey made her drop the ball with a frown. Then she realized that the sound she'd heard was a splash; she turned to see Cory thrashing his way back to the side. With a nod, she turned to Casey with a smile. "You two are inseparable, huh?

"You should see how well connected we get", he answered.

She came jogging over and took his hands away from his belt. "I get to do that", she proclaimed, and proceded to undo his pants, fingers caressing as she went. Whe Casey didn't get hard as she breathed on his genitals, she looked very disappointed. He decided to not say anything, but held out his hand to her.

"Shall we join yon swimmer?" he asked in his best British accent. "She took his hand and stood, linking her arm in his proffered one. Arm in arm they walked to the pool edge. There Casey discovered she thought a lot like he did: they both just kept walking, and stepped in. The two of them came up laughing. Since Cory speed through the water was less than impressive, they swam to him. A couple of meters away, she dove under water and swam; Casey watched her swim to Cory's crotch, where she spent almost an entire minute. What a set of lungs, he thought.

Cory looked disappointed. Since Lita was underwater, he spoke his thoughts. "She sucks", he announced quietly.

"So I see", Casey replied with a straight face.

Cory stifled his laugh. "I mean she's terrible. Compared to you, I mean. For a girl, she's pretty good."

But she had got him hard, and when she came up she used the water's lift to help herself up and try to slide dwon on him. Direct bitch, Casey thought. Then he laughed as her miss overbalanced them and the two fell. She landed on top.

"Damn!" Casey yelped. As he fell backwards, there was a look of terror on Cory's face. Casey dove, rotating underwater to come up behind Cory, gripping his hips and lifteng, then sliding one arm up to hold his chest, the other around his waist. He held back from stroking lower; Cory plainly wanted this chick, and Casey wanted Cory to be happy.

Feeling the strong support from his friend, Cory calmed himself in about four breaths. To Casey's complete surprise, Cory turned and gave him a full-body contact hug! "Thanks", came the whisper. "I'll explain later."

Then Lite was joining the hug, and pressing herself against first Cory, then Casey, then back again. "Ever do it in a pool?" she asked, licking her lips.

Cory shook his head, while Casey nodded. Just not with a chick, the latter thought, but kept that to himself.

"Let's start on land then", Lita decided. "The eighth green is padded...."


Casey, come on", Cory pleaded. "Do it with me!" He was like a zealot, with his energy.

What Cory meant was to get laid, the two of them together with Lita. Casey was having none of it. "Buddy, I once tried getting my face close to pussy. I threw up on the girl, and I was holding my breath. I could be as hard as possible, but if my cock gets close to her I'll droop. Man, if this is what you meant by what you enjoy, I'm not good with it at all."

"What's the trouble?" Lita wanted to know. She looked down and saw Cory sporting a flag pole, and Casey... limp and shrunk. She put two and two together. "oh! You're gay, aren't you?"

Casey breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes."

Her response surprised them both. "Oh, that's kool! Are guys really better at giving head?"

Casey glanced at Cory, who grimaced, but answered. "Yes. Definitely", he said. "Casey's better than all the girls I've ever know, put together."

Lita slid up to Casey and whispered in his ear. Cory heard it anyway: "Can you teach me to do better?"

For the next twenty minutes Casey enjoyed the pleasure of demonstrating, on Cory, all the things he knew to set a penis on fire, and the pleasure of seeing his friend happy as Lita tried on each of them in turn. He stayed hard from his tastes of Cory, hard enough to judge how she was doing when she went down on him. He showed her the tongue dance, how to tease around the base of the head, hwo to vary the suction rhythmically with going up and down, how to twist. When she tried taking Cory in her throat, though, she threw up a little -- on the deck, fortunately.

She demonstrated what she'd learned on Casey, then on Cory. "I think you could make me come", Cory told her after a final demonstration. "You're five times better than you were." He looked gratitude at Casey. "Thanks, buddy."

"Are you sure you can't fuck me?" Lita asked Casey. "You taste so good."

"Do you want to get thrown up on?" Casey fired back. But he was willing to help our his friend by giving support for getting into some interesting positions. All the time, he was wishing it was him with Cory, not this girl.

All too soon, the rest of Lita's group showed up. Casey saw them and called out, "Match the dress code!" When the pants came off of the two guys he'd invited -- not knowing they were already part of it -- he sprouted an erection within a second. But he didn't try to hide it, as Cory would have; all he did was ask Cory, "Would it bug you if....?" He jerked his head in their direction.

'Um... I guess not." Cory was fidgety, sort of bouncing around; a memory tugged at Casey again, but he cou;dn't pin it down.

Lita helped him outrageously: she dragged him over to introduce him, announcing, "And he's gay, and he hasn't had a dick to such in like a year, and he's an awesome guy, so could some of you help him out?" Casey turned bright red; she was 'way too forward! Out of the five guys there, one shook his head, another mouthed "Fuck you", one gave a weak grin -- and two looked speculative. One was one of those two he wanted.

The only question in Casey's mind was "Where?"

 

[DonQuixote]

Water Polo to the Max?!!!

Let the games begin.
It will be interesting to see how this develops, and how our young, insecure? Gay Guy fares by the end of the morning's pleasure.

I hope they don't have an early AM appt - I suspect they're going to be too tired to get there in time!

Thanks Kuli.

 

[Kulindahr]

Water Polo to the Max?!!!

Let the games begin.
It will be interesting to see how this develops, and how our young, insecure? Gay Guy fares by the end of the morning's pleasure.

I hope they don't have an early AM appt - I suspect they're going to be too tired to get there in time!

Thanks Kuli.

Gee, I thought for sure you'd say something about the "get thrown up on" bit.

That's a bit of me, there -- a guy last summer said, "Dude, you gotta try lickin' pussy -- it'll straighten you out!" I almost threw up on him.


BTW, who are you characterizing as "young, insecure? Gay Gay"?
Just wonderin'.