Cottagecore: Road Trip - Dan

Cottagecore: Road Trip Chapter 4 – Eric and Jem

By Jon McGee, cottagecore.stories@gmail.com

After I left Carlos's gym, I found an early morning breakfast spot and filled up on coffee and cinnamon rolls made with piloncillo sugar and canela. I wrote postcards to my parents, Dan, both sets of my grandparents, and Ms. Bailey, my art teacher who introduced me to photography.

I spent the morning visiting the places my grandmother Anna had recommended. I loved the Georgia O'Keeffe museum, mostly because of its photography exbibit. I saw Ansel Adams photographs I'd not known before.

I didn't spend as much time as I would have liked at the Museum of Folk International Art. There was a special exhibit focusing on art made from found objects—trash and discarded items—that really opened my eyes.

My favorite was the Museum of Indian Arts and Culture. I could have spent hours or even days more there. Part natural history museum, part arts museum, part gallery, the more I browsed and read, the more I recognized how much interest I had—and how little I knew—about Native culture in North America.

I particularly liked the contemporary Native art, seeing how artists were modernizing and reinterpreting traditional arts and crafts to comment on both new and old.

As I drove out of Santa Fe in the late afternoon, I realized I could have spent another week exploring and I might still have more to see. No wonder Anna had insisted that I stop there on my way east.

I spent the night in a campground near the Rita Blanca National Grasslands. I'd never seen the Plains before. The next day was overcast, cool and breezy. I got a good sense of the lonesome prairie, rolling on for miles. I was surprised how few people were at the Grasslands, but maybe most folks aren't interested in prairies.

When I planned out my trip, I decided not to drive on any interstate highways. That decision got me into trouble as I drove north out of New Mexico through the Oklahoma panhandle towards Kansas.

I'd filled up my gas tank leaving Santa Fe, but as I started to worry as I drove north. My map showed lots of small towns, but one after the other was just a grain elevator or a few buildings clustered around abandoned railroad tracks. I never passed an open gas station.

I poured the five gallons from my jerrycan into the tank and kept driving, but before long, I was out of gas. I rolled to the shoulder of a long, straight, and utterly deserted stretch of two-lane road. I checked my map to see that the next "town" was about ten miles ahead, with no promise of gas there either.

As I was getting ready to unpack my roadbike to ride in search of gas, I heard a dirtbike on the hill behind me. Before long, the rider was at the barbed-wire fence that separated the field from the roaday. He lifted the visor on his helmet and asked, "can I give you a hand?"

Holy shit, yes he could. Mid-20s, maybe, with deep blue eyes. A lock of blond hair peeked down across his forehead. I didn't know what his body actually looked like, but in his riding leathers, he looked fine.

"Yeah, out of gas. I was getting ready to ride to the next town. Is there a gas station there?"

"Naw," he said, "it closed a few years ago. Nearest gas station is up near the interstate, too far to ride today."

"Shit," I muttered.

"Tell you what," he said. "We've got a fuel tank at my ranch back behind this hill. I can fill your can and then you can drive up to the ranch and fill up. Just pay me for the gas and you'll be able to get to the interstate no problem."

"Thanks, bud."

"Bring your gas can and climb over the fence. I don't have a spare helmet, but I'll go slow. Just hold on tight."

I tried to get settled on the bike behind him, but it was awkward trying to hold his hip and the gas can at the same time.

"Wrap your arm around me or you're going to fall off," he said. He was right.

Holding the gas can in my right arm, I wrapped my left around his waist. He didn't go as slow as I expected, but soon we were in the middle of a series of buildings sited below the rise of the hill under which I'd run out of gas.

I did not expect what I saw. To the right, at the edge of a low bluff, was a large modern glass and wood beam house, accented with what looked like local sandstone. It could have been a feature in one of my grandmother's architecture magazine. The house faced southwest, over the bluff, where the countryside opened up for miles.

Next to the house was a poured concrete patio with a large infinity pool, separated by an outdoor kitchen and pool house made mostly of glass. Closer to the road was a garage and shop, with doors large enough for farm equipment. I could see the fuel station next to the garage.

"Let's get you sorted, California," Motorcycle Man said.

"I'm Jon," I told him.

"Eric," he said, as he pulled down the pump and started to fill my gas can.

Half an hour later, my truck was parked next to the pump. "I'll tell you what," said Eric. "Suck my cock and you can have the gas for free."

"Fuck off," I laughed. "I'm no whore."

"I was just kidding, man." I didn't think he was kidding. I'd caught him checking me out me a few times since I'd driven back up to the compound.

"I'd suck your cock because you're hot, not for a tank of gas."

Eric gaped.

I laughed again. "I'm still figuring this stuff out, Eric."

"You'd better spend the night here. I can help you think things through," he said with a big grin.

By now, I was in full lust for Eric. He was taller than me by at least an inch, maybe even 6'3". When he took off his riding jacket, I saw he had a hard gym body—toned and muscular. His face was even hotter when he took the helmet off, square jaw, wavy blond hair, rugged stubble. Male runway model handsome. Big hands.

Eric was wearing a white tee shirt under his leathers, sweated through by now. His chest hair was short—clippered probably, but in a way that made it look natural. I could see his large dark nipples under the thin white cotton. Stay the night with this stud? Fuck yes, I would.

"About that blowjob," I said after I'd paid for the tank of gas.

Eric laughed. "Slow down, Cali. I just finished some work and was going to hop in the pool when I saw your flashers. Let's go swimming."

"Let me grab a suit," I said.

Eric laughed again. "You won't need a suit. My parents are in Europe and I let the help go early. C'mon."

I followed him down to the pool, where he pulled off his shirt and started stripping out of his riding gear.

I was soon standing naked next to Eric.

"Damn, Cali, you're fit!" I'd spent so much time over the last month hiking, biking, and climbing that I'd dropped any last shred of bodyfat I had when I left California and my body was taught and tanned.

"Where are you headed?" Eric asked as he finally wrestled off his riding pants.

I was speechless, Eric's question hung in the air as I stared at his incredible body, including his massive dick. "Uh, New York?" I finally managed. "I'm starting college in August and I decided to take my time on the way out."

"How on Earth did you end up all the way out here?"

"I left Santa Fe a couple of days ago. I'm headed to Omaha next to meet my mom, and then on to the Dokatas probably."

"Omaha in July?" he said dubiously.

"My mom's speaking to a conference. Women judges. Meeting her there so she can check in on me, make sure I'm okay. She wasn't crazy about me spending two months driving across the country alone."

"Sounds pretty good to me," Eric said. "I'm swimming." He dove into the pool and I followed.

We splashed around and didn't say much for a while. I eventually pulled a floating mat into the pool and climbed on. I was trying hard not to be self-conscious, but the cool pool water made me think about shrinkage and Dan's comments about me in the school showers.

"Did you grow up here?" I asked. "I was surprised to see such a modern house out here."

"No, I grew up in Dallas. This land has been in my dad's family for generations. He sold his company and built the house after I graduated from high school. My parents moved out here when I was in college. Now they travel. I'm just back for the summer before I start med school. I'm counting the days until I leave."

"That's how I felt, why I left early. I can't wait for school to start."

"Where are you going?" Eric asked.

People made a big deal about A-Ham, which embarrassed me. "New York," I said. "Near Albany."

"Oh, shit," Eric said with a smirk. "A-Ham?"

I blushed. "Busted," I laughed. "How'd you know?"

"I just graduated from Harvard. I hate all the oooooh, Harvard,' shit. I usually just say, Boston' when people ask where I went to school. And nobody says `near Albany' for R.P.I."

"I almost chose Harvard."

"I would have gone to A-Ham if I'd got in," Eric said. "I loved every second at Harvard, don't get me wrong, but A-Ham's special."

"Plus, I got a full ride, with room and board. And a stipend too."

Eric whistled. "And here I thought you were just some broken down hippie kid. Are you going to be a `ten dollar founding father Rhodes Scholar'?" he asked.

I laughed. "I'll have a lot of work to do to catch up with my classmates. I grew up in the middle of nowhere. My high school barely offered any advanced classes. Hell, I had to do a couple of the A-Ham required courses as independent study just to be able to apply."

"Don't sell yourself short, man. They let you in, they must know you have what it takes. One of my roommates freshman year grew up in rural Idaho. He spent the first year so sure that he couldn't compete that he didn't really try. By last year he was making straight As but he missed out of the top tier of law schools because of his early grades."

"Thanks," I said. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Good boy," said Eric. "Now about that blowjob." He swam over to where I was floating on the mat. "You were serious, right?"

"Hell yes," I said. "But I don't have much experience, especially with a dick as big as yours."

"What have you done?" Eric asked.

"Some handjobs, a couple of blowjobs. I fucked a guy a couple of days ago, that was hot."

"Have you ever bottomed?" I shook my head. "Do you want to try it?"

"Yeah," I said, "but I'm nervous, I've got to say."

"I'm not the best for your first time," he said. "I'd love to do it, but I'm big. Probably too big for your first." Eric switched gears. "Have you ever been with two guys at once?"

"No. A couple of weeks ago, I'd never been with a guy at all."

"See, I have a buddy I could call. He'd be a great first fuck."

"Is he as hot as you?" I asked, curious but also nervous.

"He's pretty hot, but different. Small. If you know what I mean. He's great, lots of fun. Only if you want."

"That's a lot to think about."

"Yeah, maybe it is. Sorry. We can have plenty of fun on our own, down worry," he laughed.

"Call your buddy. No promises, but I want to try this."

To be honest, I wasn't as sure as I made out. Until Dan told me about it, I hadn't really understood why guys wanted to get fucked. Patiently, Dan explained about bottoming and prostates and hands-free orgasms. But I was still a little wary.

I followed Eric into the pool house, where he made a quick call. "Jem will be here in about half an hour.

What should we do in the meantime?" Eric asked, pretending to be innocent.

I stepped up and kissed him, grabbing his muscular ass with both hands.

Eric kissed me back, reaching down to tweak my nipples. We were both getting hard.

"About that blowjob . . .." I said again. Eric laughed and I sank to my kneed in front of him.

Even before he was fully erect, I knew there was no way I could fit Eric's massive cock into my mouth.

Shaped like a Coke bottle, his dick bulged in the middle before narrowing below the fat head.

I wrapped my lips around the head, still a little fleshy as he grew harder, and swirled my tongue around it. Eric moaned and stroked my hair.

I kept sucking the head of Eric's dick. I couldn't go much deeper without scraping him with my teeth. I slid my hand back and forth along his shaft as I bobbed up and down on his glans. I was fully hard now, stroking myself with my left hand.

As my jaw loosened up, I was able to take in another few inches of Eric's massive cock. Now fully hard, it had to be close to nine inches long. I stopped stroking him to fondle his heavy balls. Eric's head was back and his eyes closed.

I sped up my sucking and started to jack his cock in the same rhythm as I tasted a squirt of Eric's precum.

He moaned, "oh fuck man, I'm going to cum," as he shot his load into my eager mouth. He kept fucking my mouth, one hand posted on the wall behind me, the other holding my head, moaning and thrusting gently.

I wanted to keep his cock in my mouth, but he pulled out. "Sensitive," he said. "So sensitive." He collapsed on the nearby couch, eyes closed, breathing hard.

I sat down next to him and reached out to stroke his massive dick. I avoided the head, just slid my hand up and down his long, fat pole. Eric moaned in appreciation. I started to stroke my cock harder.

"Save that load, Cali," Eric said lightly. "When Jem gets here he'll take care of it for you."

As if on cue, I heard a car door slam and a voice call out, "hey man, where you at?"

"Pool house, get down here quick," Eric called back.

A burly young man stepped through the open doors, his eyes popping out of his head when he saw Eric and me naked and hard on the couch. I hadn't even cleaned Eric's cum off my chin and chest.

"That's a damn fine sight to see, my friends" he said with a grin.

"Cali, I'd like to introduce you to my buddy Jeremy, who goes my Jem. Fun Sized, this is my new friend `Cali.'"

I stood up. "Jon," I said by way of introduction. I wiped Eric's cum on my leg before I reached out to shake Jem's hand. His eyes were still on stalks. He looked me up and down, smiling.

"Hot damn!" said Jem.

"You're overdressed," Eric said to him, who immediately started to strip. "Did you bring your toolkit?"

Jem laughed. "It's right here," he said, nudging his backpack with a toe. Soon he was naked. Naked and hard.

I sat back down beside Eric and took in Jem. He was maybe 5'5" with a buff body, like a weightlifter in training. Cute face, with peaked eyebrows that gave him a constant look of surprise, pale blond hair, dark brown eyes. No body hair, not even around his cock.

Jem's cock was beautiful. Beautiful and small. Perfectly formed, it was tapered slightly from the base of the cut head, a thick vein squiggling down its length. Probably about five inches long and thin. I could see why Eric though Jem would be good fit for my first time.

"Cali here just gave me about the best blowjob I've had all year," Eric said. "What do you think, Cali? You want to suck Jem's little friend?"

I looked up at Jem, raising my eyebrows for permission. "Go for it, dude," he said, stepping towards me.

I knelt before Jem and easily swallowed his entire tool, all the way to the base. As I started to suck Jem's dick, all the way up, all the way down, holding his balls to keep the right angle, Eric started talking.

"Cali here is on his way to A-Ham," he told Jem, "but took a little detour to walk on the wild side."

Jem was rubbing his nipples, swaying along with my bobbing head, eyes half closed. I wasn't sure he was even listening.

"Cali says he's never been fucked and I thought you were just the guy to pop his cherry. `Cause I want to fuck him afterwards." Eric reached out and ruffled my hair from behind.

Nervous anticipation ran through my body.

"Mmmmm," Jem moaned as he continued to thrust into my mouth. "You're hot as fuck, dude. I'm mostly a bottom, but I'll fuck you in a hot second." He pulled out of my mouth, much to my disappointment. "Have you done any assplay?"

"No," I said. "To be honest, it makes me a little nervous."

"The we'll take it nice and slow. Eric, pull down the Murphy. We need more space."

I hadn't noticed it before, but the back wall of the pool house was actually a fold-up bed. Eric unhooked a couple of latches pulled down a queen bed already fitted with a sheet. Jem flipped a towel onto the bed.

"Lie down, on your back at the edge" Jem told me as he pulled me to my feet.

Jem knelt between my knees as I lay back propped up on my elbows. He pulled back my foreskin, took my dickhead in his mouth, and began to nuzzle my glans.

"Relax," Jem said with a full mouth, "I'm going to take my time. Lie back."

As he continued to nuzzle my dickhead, Jem started to gently run his finger up and down my sensitive hole. I moaned and writhed, my skin covered in goosebumps.

Eric lay down beside me, watching Jem and idly stroking his long dick.

"I'm going to use some lube and one finger," Jem said as he continued to stroke up and down my hole.

"If anything hurts, or you're not having a good time, just say so."

I felt a little pressure as Jem slowly slipped his index finger inside me, and then a jolt of electricity shocked my whole body. I breathed in hard, moaning.

"Right there!" Jem and Eric both laughed low.

"Good boy," said Jem, as he continued to slid his finger in and out, prodding my prostate gently as he pushed in. He twisted his fingers in slow circles. "I'm just getting you loose," he said.

As I reached up to stroke my leaking cock, Eric grabbed my hand and pulled it over to his dick instead.

"Not yet, you're so turned on you'd cum in a second. Just let Jem work his magic."

"Another finger," Jem said in a husky voice. "I'll go slow."

I could tell he had his index and middle finger crossed over to make them thinner. Again, I felt some pressure but no pain. I suddenly felt another jolt of electricity as he slipped them side by side, pressing them both against my prostate.

My cock was almost flowing with precum. Eric scooped a dollop of my precum off my abs and dribbled it along Jem's probing fingers. "Stretch him out good, little buddy," he said with a grin.

I didn't know how I could hold out much longer. All I wanted to do was grab my cock and pump out a load. I was rock hard and a fire burned where Jem's fingers teased me.

Jem continued to stretch me out, twisting his fingers, flexing his knuckles deep inside me.

"Fuck me, Jem," I moaned.

"Hand and knees," he said, but I wanted to watch him.

"No," I said. "You, on your back! I'll ride you." Both Jem and Eric laughed as we switched positions.

Jem rubbed another squirt of lube up and down his cock. "Take it slow," he said. "Stop if it hurts."

I felt a bit of a pinch as Jem's head slid past my first ring. I paused, slid an inch up his cock, and then pushed down hard when I felt the lube spread out. I was suddenly sitting on Jem, his cock ball's deep in me, grinding hard.

"Hold on for a second," I breathed out. "I'm so sensitive." Fire spread from the base of Jem's cock, which he ground against me. Or was it ice? I couldn't tell, I saw so flooded with sensation.

I leaned down and gave Jem a hard kiss as I started to rise and fall on his pole.

At first I kept my hands planted on the bed above Jem, but as he began to thrust into me hard, I grabbed his wrists and pinned him to the bed. He gasped as I bore down on his thrusting cock. "Harder Jem," I begged.

Eric rose up on his knees. As I kissed Jem he pushed his cock between our lips and began to thrust. It was also a little distracting. I grabbed his ass and twisted him so his dick was angled towards Jem.

"Stretch him out," moaned Eric. "I'm next."

Seeing Eric's massive cock up close, almost twice the size of what Jem was thrusting into me, I wondered if I could take it. Did I even want to take it?

As my cock rubbed against Jem's abs, I could feel my orgasm building. "I'm getting close," I whispered to Jem.

"On your back!" he demanded, "I want to see you cum."

I grabbed Jem behind his shoulders and rolled onto my back, taking him with me. His cock never slipped out. Hell, he barely stopped pounding.

Jem grabbed me by my thighs, pulled me to the edge of the bed, and lifted up my legs. He was just the height for the back of my knees to rest on his shoulders.

"Cum for me, Jon," he yelled as he started to ram into me again.

"Keep fucking me," I yelled as my orgasm took over. I sprayed shot after ropy shot. I was in bliss, electricity running through every nerve in my body. Jem kept pounding, breathing hard and whimpering.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum too!" he called.

"Cum on me Jem! Cum on my chest!"

He pulled out and scrambled up beside me. He gave himself a few quick strokes. With a strangled cry Jem shot more cum than I thought his little body could hold, coating my chest and Eric, who lay on my other side stroking his cock and watching avidly.

Jem collapsed onto me with a splat.

We lay together for some time, I don't really know how long. We were kissing and I was stroking Jem's ass with my left hand. My right hand was trapped under his body, wrapped around his cock and stroking. He never went soft. I didn't either.

Eric spoke first. "That was so fucking hot, you two. What do you say, Cali? My turn?"

"You've got to give me a few minutes, big boy. After that pounding, I'm not sure I could walk right now. I've never cum harder, that's for sure."

"Yeah, man. Jem's a master, especially for a bottom."

"I want to know more about that bottom soon," I said to Jem, squeezing his muscular ass.

"No doubt about it," Jem purred into my ear. "You can do me any way you want."

Eric shifted on the bed. I got the sense he's used to being the center of attention. "Don't worry, bud," I told him, "we won't forget about you. How on earth are you going to get that cock into me?"

"Jem, toolkit!" Eric said like a surgeon calling for a scalpel.

With a sigh that suggested he'd rather stay wrapped in my arms, Jem rolled away from me and reached into his backpack. He pulled out a velvet bag tied shut with a drawstring. "We've got to get you ready," Jem said, pulling one sex toy after another from his bag of tricks.

I'd never seen a dildo up close. Jem had seven in different shapes and sizes. The smallest was thinner than Jem, the largest was at least eight inches, bigger than me but not so big as Eric. They ranged in girth from average to "thick like Carlos."

"Toys, patience, and a fuck ton of lube are how Donkey Dick fucks you." I must have flashed an unsure look because Jem added, "don't worry. We'll have a lot of fun."

Jem set to work on my hole with the toys, increasing in girth before length.

Eric sat beside us watching, at least until I told him to suck my dick. "I don't want to cum, okay?"

I could tell Eric wasn't used to being told what to do. Maybe he didn't think of himself as a cocksucker, but he sucked my cock.

By the time Jem was working me out with the biggest, thickest dildo, I was back on Cloud Nine. My body vibrated with the sensation Jem was pushing out of my prostate.

I told Eric to back off my cock. "Between you and Jem, I'm getting close enough to cum. Let me suck your cock."

I propped myself on my elbow as Eric knelt beside me, his cock in my face.

He was dripping with precum so I guessed he had a good time sucking my dick. I didn't try to lick him clean—he'd help lube me up—so I just added some slobber to his shaft.

Sucking dick makes me extra horny, which I figured couldn't hurt when Eric fucked me.

"Your turn, bud," I said. Eric liked to be in control so I added, "tell me what to do."

He responded with a low growl in his throat. "Hands and knees," he said.

"Yeah, man," added Jem. "It was hot with you on top, but he's got to start this way."

"I just want to see you when we cum," I said to Eric.

Eric exhaled hard through his mouth, getting ready. "Fuck yeah," he muttered.

I could feel Eric lining his cock against my hole, testing it, pushing in a little bit, pulling back. More lube, more pressure.

I hissed as the thick part of his shaft his my inner ring. "Wait, wait," I moaned. I could tell he didn't want to, but he pulled back.

"Short thrusts. Slow, just spread the lube deeper. Yeah, like that. OH YEAH!" I screamed as he popped through and sank all the way in. "Oh, fuck!" I moaned, "stay there for a minute, don't move." I was on fire again, waves of sensation crashing through my prostate to every nerve ending in my body.

Instead, Eric ground down, pushing the base of his cock against my prostate.

I can't really describe the noise I made, maybe like what ghosts are supposed to sound like. Fuck if I know, I'd never made it before. I thought I might cum then and there, just from the fat base of his cock grinding against me.

"Oh god," I said. "Fuck me slow, bud." I could tell Eric didn't want to go slow.

Eric started with short thrusts, an inch at first, then a few. I have to say, I didn't love the feeling of him bottoming out. It sent a jab through my gut with each thrust.

What I did love was the feeling of him dragging the barrel of his fat cock back and forth across my prostate, which sent waves of pleasure through my body.

Now that Eric was all the way in and fucking me, Jem needed some attention. "Jem," I said, "let me suck your dick."

Without a word, he clambered onto the mattress and knelt in front of me, his cock sticking straight at my mouth.

As Eric speed up his pace, I groaned and lowered my mouth onto Jem's dripping cock. Jem angled himself so he could watch Eric pound me from behind.

I tried not to wince as Eric's deep thrusts bounced off my insides, but eventually it was too much, the jabs overtook the pleasure. I needed him in a shallower position.

I know Eric was trying to fuck an orgasm out of me hands-free, but it wouldn't happen with him plowing me so deep. "Let's switch," I said, enjoying the flash of concern I saw in Eric's eyes when he though I wanted to fuck him. I mean, I did want to fuck him, but wasn't going to press it.

I flipped onto my back, grabbed my thighs, and told Eric, "I'm so close I won't need my hands."

Eric dragged me to the edge of the bed. Without pause or ceremony, he lined up his rock hard cock and slammed it in. No jab of pain this time, just waves of sensation. "Oh god," I groaned.

Jem had raised up on his knees above me and started to masturbate furiously inches from my face. I turned to face his cock just has he called out, "fuck him, Eric, fuck the cum out of him."

Jem shot a huge load onto my face. Some landed on my mouth, but most went across cheeks and nose. I swallowed his pumping cock, holding him tight with my left hand clasped against his muscular ass. Jem bucked and writhed, holding my head tight against him (as if I would let him go).

The taste of Jem's cum and the feeling of his cock in my mouth combined with Eric's relentless pounding sent me over the edge. I groaned around Jem's pulsing cock as I started to ejaculate. I came again and again, squirt after squirt, more dribbles than shorts, as Eric kept pounding me. I reached down to pump my cock, still hard as a rock.

Eric kept fucking me hard and I could tell he was getting close.

"Jem . . ." Eric moaned as he pulled out of me. Jem twisted to face Eric as he started to cum, blasting Jem full in the face. Eric toppled forward onto Jem, who collapsed onto me laughing. "Holy shit," Eric moaned from the top of the pile.

We lay together for some time panting.

As we eventually untangled, Jem reached down to stroke my hard cock. "I need you inside me."

"For sure," I said, leaning over to give him a kiss. "Soon."

"I'm a stick mess," said Eric. "Let's hop in the pool."

The sun was setting, turning the sky pink and the hanging clouds bright orange. We dove in and Eric and Jem started wrestling.

I grabbed a noodle just floated in the deep end, watching them roughhouse.

"Thanks, fellas," I said. "My first time. Wow!"

"Memorable?" asked Jem.

"Indelible," I said.

"We're not done with you yet, Cali," said Eric with a leer.

"I'm not done with you two, either." I leered right back.

"We've created a monster," Jem laughed to Eric.

We hung out in the pool as darkness fell. "I'm starving," Jem announced.

"You guys want to cook out?" Eric asked. "Cali, you're from the land of fruits and nuts, what do you think about another big piece of Texas beef," he said, grabbing his cock and waving it at me below the water.

"I think I feel more like chicken," I said, grabbing Jem by the shoulders and dunking him. "I'm starving too, I'll eat anything," I said as Jem came up sputtering.

"You two hang out here, I'll be back in a bit," Eric said, pulling himself out of the water and heading towards the house.

Jem turned to me. "What are we going to do while he makes dinner," he asked, batting his eyes at me and he reached out to stroke my hard dick.

"I have some ideas," I grinned, lifting him out of the pool. I slid between his legs and started to lick his growing cock.

Jem lay back, propped up on his elbows as I worshipped him. "You better fuck me before we eat," he said. "We're going to be so full after dinner we won't be able to do anything."

"Let's go," I said, pulling myself out of the pool and walking towards the pool house.

"Out here," Jem said as he spread a towel on one of the chaise lounges that lined the pool.

I grabbed the lube from the pool house and came back to Jem. I knelt down and started to suck his cock again, rubbing some lube on his hole and stroking him gently, like he had done to me. "Now fuck me!" he said once he was lubed and ready.

By the time I heard Eric lighting the grill, Jem's legs were resting on my shoulders as I pounded him hard.

"Hey," called Eric, "what about me?"

Jem giggled and whispered in my ear, "he's used to being the center of attention."

I whispered back, "you're hotter."

"Don't let him hear that," Jem said.

We were both so turned on that we came fast and hard, Jem shooting a thick load onto his belly. That set me off too. "Cum in me," he moaned and my dick swelled and I shot a powerful load deep inside him.

Jem and I lay together for a few minutes before I pulled out. We both dove back into the pool before joining Eric at the grill. He looked grumpy. Hot as hell wearing nothing but a red apron, but also grumpy.

"Sorry, man," said Jem, "we just had to catch up with you."

"Here I am, grilling away, and you two are fucking like bunnies," he said with a pretend scowl. Damn, Cali, do you ever go soft?"

I blushed a little and laughed. "Not around you two."

We ate under a trellis covered with honeysuckle blossoms. Eric grilled huge steaks plus corn on the cob, and he brought out a tomato salad with produce the gardener grew down beyond the shop.

As we ate, I learned a little more about Eric and Jem.

Eric talked about his plans for medical school and a plastic surgery residency afterwards. He was heading back to Harvard for med school, but his plan was to practice cosmetic surgery in Dallas.

"Face lifts and boob jobs," he said with a smile, "I'll never run out of work." With his parents' connections, Eric said he could join an established practice as soon as he completed his specialty training.

Jem had graduated from the University of Texas a few years earlier. He said he'd spent most of college planning to do consulting work after graduation, but decided instead to learn his family's oil business. By chance, he'd happened to meet Eric at a bar in Amarillo. "Otherwise, it's pretty lonely out here."

"What about you, Cali?" Eric asked. "You design your own major at A-Ham, what are you going to do?"

"I'm still figuring it out," I said. "Biology and history are my two main interests, and there are some courses where the two overlap. I'm not working towards a grad program, at least not yet. My plan is to take classes I'm interested to and fulfill requirements the first year or two and see where that goes."

"Biology? Have you thought about med school?" Eric asked.

"A little, but I'm not sure I want to spend so much time in school. Plus, I love the outdoors. Maybe wilderness medicine? Veterinary school?"

"You said your mom is a judge, what about law school?" said Eric.

I shugged. "Maybe. Both my parents are lawyers, but my dad burned out and stopped practicing to 'follow his love' with his own business. My mom is out for justice, has always loved being a lawyer and now a judge. I don't think I have the same passion she does."

"You have time," Jem said. "Plus, doesn't A-Ham offer all sorts of coaching and individual help putting together your course of study?"

"Yeah," I said. "That's partially why I'm still so vague. There are all sorts of options available that I don't even know about yet."

"Word of advice?" Eric asked. I nodded. "Don't whore it up too much once you're at school."

I looked at him, confused. He continued, "My first year, I went a little boy crazy, a lot of one night stands. It was fun, but some people didn't take me very seriously very afterwards. A-Ham's a lot smaller than Harvard, a lot more insular. Have fun, but try to be discrete."

"At least more discrete than this whore," Jem laughed.

My head swam. "I hadn't really thought about what it would be like at school," I said. "I'm just having fun as I head east."

"I got to Cambridge out and horny as hell. I'd had my share of guys in high school, but with 10,000 new guys at Harvard, plus Cambridge and the greater the Boston metro, I was in heaven. Most folks at school judged me based on who I am, but I caught some shit for too many tricks. It was the same with girls who slept around, worse probably."

"It was easier at UT," Jem said. "The school is so big, it's easier to blend in. Plus a lot of my fun was on the DL with frat brothers behind closed doors." He looked wistful. I wondered how hard it was to be young and gay in the middle of the prairie.

"Hot," said Eric. "I'm not saying to live like a monk," he added to me. "Part of me just wishes that I'd kept in my pants a few times, didn't get such a reputation. You saw what they did to that guy last year."

He was referring to a nominee to serve in the State Department. The confirmation hearings had turned ugly when Senators began to probe the nominee's hook-ups when he was in law school in New York decades earlier. To avoid outing a former lover, the nominee had withdrawn from consideration.

"I don't plan to run for office or seek Senate confirmation," I said doubtfully, "but I hear your point."

"With an A-Ham degree," Eric said, "don't count anything out."

We kept talking for a few more hours. Eric and Jem had a few beers, and then a few more. We slept together on the Murphy bed in the pool house.

I woke up in the middle of the night with Eric's hard cock pressed against my ass, his hands stroking my chest, his breath hot on my neck.

I ground against him but said, "sorry, bud. I can't take you again. I'll be walking sideways tomorrow for sure."

I rolled over and began to stroke his dick, using both hands to bring him close in just a few minutes. I sankdown and used my mouth to draw out his orgasm. He bucked and moaned as I licked the base of his slippery dickhead. He came hard and loud.

Jem didn't move a muscle and Eric was back asleep in minutes.

Eric's alarm went off at 6:00. He had to drive down to Dallas to pick his parents up at the airport. "Jem, can you guys get this place cleaned up?" he asked after he'd showered and dressed. "Otherwise I need you to clear out now so I can have the help come in and take care of it before we get back."

"We'll handle it," I said, with Jem nodding along.

After Eric left, Jem and I spent a long time in the outdoor shower beside the pool house. I fucked him long and slow in the warm water. He kept backing me off, slowing me down, making it last. Finally he was past the point of no return. We came at the same time, powerful, leg-shaking orgasms that left us both gasping for air.

Clean-up was easy. Before long, I was back in my truck, heading north to meet my mom for a few days of luxury. Or so I thought.

Next: Cottagecore: Road Trip Chapter 5 – Sam

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