1. My Summer Job Chapter Four


    Date: 1/30/2016, Categories: Bisexual, Author: marktreble, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    dozen different guys at parties playing games. And, there’s the camping trips with Josh, who’s the gay guy. And…” I hesitated. “Spit it out, it’s a load of cum.” I liked it when he talked dirty. “Well, there’s the time Tim, my best friend, came over to stay here when my Mom was in jail for a week. It just happened. And then happened again. And again and again.” I wasn’t Catholic, but this sure sounded like a confessional. “So, what do you think is going to happen tonight?” Brad asked me. “I guess I’m going to suck a bunch of dick,” I told him. “I don’t do anal, and will give up the job if anal is required.” I did have boundaries, after all. “Good enough,” Brad said. “Now, lie down on your stomach and I’ll give you a massage.” This sounded like a no-lose situation. The heat from his body was like a sun, warming and arousing me. I inhaled his heady scent, the exhilarating closeness of his manliness. My shoulders, back and buttocks were rubbed and kneaded by his talented hands. My thighs were turned to putty by his magic. My calves melted, and then he sucked on my toes. I was so hard I felt ...
    sure I would poke a hole through the bed. Then he flipped me over. My chest got his special attention, with great notice given to my hardening nipples. He massaged my hips, my legs, and my feet. My pole was threatening to become a weapon of mass eruption. He then kissed me chastely on the lips and told me to get up. It was time to leave for the party. I don’t think I’ve ever been so horny in my life. "What, no hand job?" I was disappointed. He shook his head and threw my underwear at me. I put on the required boxer briefs, stopped by one of the grocery bags to grab a snack, and we left to walk to the party. We had almost an hour of daylight left, and we got a few odd looks. I was in tight white boxer briefs, Brad was in his gray low-rise briefs, both of us were hard. I didn’t give a shit. Less than ten minutes later we arrived at a non-descript house. There were cars and pickup trucks parked along the block, on both sides of the street. When Brad knocked on the door it opened instantly. I recognized Jake from the Skype calls. The only words spoken were by Brad. “He’s a virgin.” Jake grinned.
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