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Josh's Summer Job 20
Jamie pulled into the driveway. Danny was waiting for him.
"Hey Danny."
"You doin' anything?"
"Now?"
"Yeah, whenever, I was thinkin' we could, well, ya know."
"Kinda busy really, heading back to school tonight. Gonna take some credits over the summer, semester starts soon."
Danny looked dejected.
"C'mon in," Jamie offered.
"Your folks home?"
"Think Mom is, the judge won't be off the golf course before dinner."
"He's not your Dad?"
"Nah, Mom divorced him when I was three. Haven't seen much of him since."
They didn't run into Jamie's mother as they made their way upstairs. Jamie's bags were already packed, and cluttered the room. Danny closed the door behind them. Jamie shuffled through a desk drawer as Danny eased closer.
"You that horny buddy?" Jamie wondered as Danny began massaging his shoulders.
"I don't know. Just got my nut actually."
"Figured you'd be plenty busy with Billy and Josh."
"Not really. Billy's workin' with Josh now."
"Helpin' with the lawn service, yeah, I saw him here last week."
"Get any special services from them?"
"What, I don't pay him...Oh?"
"Oh yeah, turnin' Billy out."
"Feelin' a little left out, huh?"
"I don't wanna do tricks for Josh, but Billy's my best friend."
"And your buddy."
"Used ta be."
There was a knock at the door. Jamie's mother announced dinner. She asked Danny if he'd like to stay, he declined.
"I better jet."
"So you're lookin' ta hook up?" Jamie said walking him out.
"Well, I guess, sure, they're not available. I suppose I am."
"Ya know where the pines are?"
Danny's had butterflies. He parked the car in the back lot of the empty factory. There was a hotel adjacent to it. Behind the hotel was a freight depot. The three pieces of property shared a long irregular border which was planted with a wide swath of pine trees. Over the years it had been forgotten who had planted them, and their maintenance had been neglected by the neighboring businesses.
Danny had found the location that Jamie had mentioned early last week. There were few vehicles present on his first foray into the sight. He found the path that wound through the trees, it was well worn and paved with trash. In places it turned aside into clearings. Some were just alcoves, others secluded niches; old cushions, and discarded tires seemed to furnish some of these spaces. A shadow detached itself from the darkness. It coalesced into the shape of a man. His sudden appearance scared Danny profoundly. He was middle aged. His hair was thinning, but otherwise he seemed fit. He bit his lip as he neared.
"What cha into?" He whispered. "I'll get ya off, no strings."
Danny froze. This was why he was here, yet the offer seemed foreign and threatening. He panicked and retreated.
His heart was still pounded frantically as he closed the car door. Another vehicle entered the lot. Its headlights lit his face momentarily. It cruised the length of the parking lot and returned. The car eased into a nearby space. Danny's covert sidelong glances, did little to reveal the driver's identity. The mystery was ended as the occupant of the other vehicle lit a smoke. The guy was young and blond. He held the light an exaggerated moment and smiled. He approached leisurely. He wore cycling shorts. A loose fitting tee fell short of his waist. The form fitting outfit had Danny hard long before the stranger arrived. He leaned against the fender of the car facing the driver's door. His location put his groin at eye level. The skin tight material displayed the length of his hard cock.
"Hi."
Danny nodded.
"Here for a walk?"
"Huh?"
"In the pines," the guy said looking toward the trees.
"I guess."
"Chris," he said crushing his cigarette underfoot.
"Danny."
"Feel like taking a walk with me Danny?"
The experience was a revelation. He followed the stranger along the trail. They settled in a secluded spot further into the maze than Danny had probed on his initial entry. The sex was hot and desperate; both of them getting and receiving what they needed. At times shadows flitted along the edges of enclosure. Pausing, watching, feeding on what they saw. Once or twice they needed to be discouraged from participating.
When Danny stumbled back to the car, he was soaked and exhausted. The taste of the stranger's cum still lingered on his lips. His cock and ass still tingled from the encounter. He couldn't remember how many times he'd cum. He slumped behind the wheel collecting himself, before realizing how many cars were had arrived since he'd followed Chris into the pines. In the shadow of the trees he could see the steady procession that followed the winding path. Many of the cars were occupied by silhouettes. Chris had yet to emerge from the cover of the trees. He thought they might exchange numbers and waited. The car nearest his passenger side was occupied. A gentleman sat calmly, elbow resting on the open window. As he watched a second shadow emerged from his lap. They necked for a long moment, before the shadowy passenger once more disappeared and the gentleman sighed audibly. Chris never appeared.
Over the following week Danny returned to the pines three times. At first he hoped to find Chris, and relive the wild encounter. Instead he found other partners. On the first occasion he ran into a boy he knew from school. They were both nervous at the mutual discovery. The sex was frantic. They parted as quickly as they had coupled. Danny wandered the path, learning the intricacies of its route, and taking pleasure in a new pursuit, voyeurism. Taking in what he saw, wondering if he should take part, teasing his own need.
In one alcove three men were entwined in a lustful scrum. One of them noticed Danny's attention and beckoned. His nerves wrangled as he jointed them. The three men took possession of his body. Hands and mouths and torsos slithered over his flesh. Before he realized it, most of his clothing had been removed. The feeling was intense. Danny simply stood there, accepting their attention, and floating on a sea of sensation. Other's came and went, joining their union, sampling the youthful hors d'oeuvre, then moving on to find meat to feed their hunger. By the time Danny departed, he couldn't find much of his clothing. He slid into his jeans and wandered back to the car on wobbly legs. The drive home was a blur. He awoke to find himself still aching and his tender flesh covered in hickeys.
The next visit was fruitless. He wasn't really sure why he'd gone. It was boredom as much as need. It was a weeknight. The venue was quiet. Several of the patrons were busily conversing by one of their cars. He watched them for a time, before beginning a leisurely progress along the path. Someone followed him. He couldn't see who it was. The straggler stayed well behind him, hidden in the shadowy boughs. He aped a behavior he'd seen in previous visits, leaning against one of the tree trunks, producing his cock, and slowly masturbating. The watcher maintained his anonymity. Danny could feel his presence. He lowered his jeans and turned to expose his ass. Still the lurking audience kept his distance. Danny was close to cuming when he finally gave up on the encounter and continued along the path. As he neared the end of the circuit, a long desperate groan reached his ears. He eased his way toward it, moving warily, trying to stay quiet. There was a glen, just beyond the terminus of the path. He squatted and was able to see two pairs of naked legs within; one young and smooth, the second corded and hairy. Their arrangement indicated the younger partner standing before the elder.
Danny duck walked closer. The scene expanded. The boy he knew from school was bent forward over a branch. A tall blond man labored behind him. The boy grunted and whined as the man drove hard into his ass.
"This ass needs working, little man." The elder growled, "needs to be opened, needs to be turned to pussy."
He pulled back, the cock that flopped from the boy's ass scared him. It seemed impossible that the boy had encompassed the massive tool. He pleasured himself for a long moment. His attention was drawn back as the boy gurgled and gagged. The man had moved around to plunge the length of cock into his mouth.
Danny suddenly realized the man was aware of his presence. Their eyes met. The man held the boy's head immobile in strong hand and continued fucking his mouth, as he grinned wickedly at Danny. Something in his glare was unsettling. Danny withdrew. As he turned he ran headlong into the man that had scared him on his first visit to the pines. The man's hand searched Danny's crotch, finding him hard and the denim material damp. Danny paused as the contact fed his need. Then realizing his mistake, ran to his car, and returned home. Safe within his room he relived the encounter. It fired his libido. He fingered himself with gobs of lube. His throbbing hole welcomed the handle of the old screwdriver he employed as a phallus. He worked the tool into his prostate, and slowly stroked himself with his oily fist. Over the next several hours he crusted his belly and the sheets. Each time it was the sight of man's eye, inviting and devilish as he fucked the boy's face that drove him over the brink. He awoke in the gray morning light. A tremendous hardon arched above his belly. Once more he took things in hand. A final cum left him drained and tired, he slept late, but woke up with the same gnawing hunger plaguing his thoughts.
He avoided the pines the rest of the week. Friday he caught a movie with some friends. The girl sitting next to him took his hand during a frightening scene. She didn't let go afterward. He'd never been with a girl. Her hand strayed to his knee. He looked at her and smiled. She demurred slightly, and stroked his thigh. His cock responded. After the movie they all went to a local diner. She sat beside him. He was happy for the attention. She suggested that he drop the others off first. He smiled at the thought.
He didn't know where to take her. He and Billy had always found time at home, or if weather permitted, in the wood lot behind the grade school. After a bit of wandering, she directed him to a quiet dirt road at the edge of town. There were several other cars parked along its length. She snuggled up to him. They kissed. It wasn't unpleasant. Her hand found him excited. She struggled with the button and zipper. He allowed her to take the lead. They continued to neck. It was pensive, awkward. He wasn't sure what to do, and even when he guessed correctly, he wasn't sure he should do it. His hand strayed over her blouse. She stiffened. He paused, waiting, wondering, fiddling with a button. She did nothing to encourage or condone his actions. Her hand remained on his erection; the material of his boxers dampened by her touch. He wanted her to stroke him, touch him. He settled his hand over hers, forming it into a fist that encompassed him. Her head rested on his chest. He guided her hand, slowly directing her. She picked up the rhythm. He slouched, driving his hardness up into her grasp. She gasped slightly as its size became apparent.
She gave it a squeeze trying to gauge his girth. He groaned.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, oh no," he sighed, "It felt real good."
He cupped her breast. It was small and firm. He tried another button. The blouse parted. He slid a hand within. Her skin was smooth like Billy's. He ran a finger beneath the lacy edge of the bra. She shivered.
"Is this alright?"
"Yes."
His hand slid beneath the garment. His fingers brushed up and over her erect nipple. She had stopped stroking him. He reached down and once more brought her hand to bear.
"Please," he whispered.
She giggled and continued petting him on her own. In the dim light her flesh seemed luminous. He kissed her cheek, and laved her ear. The effect was magical. He kissed his way across her neck, and dipped lower to engulf her exposed nipple. She strained against him. He worked gently, using his tongue and lips, not nipping, trying to control his passions.
Her hand had once again paused. He grew frustrated. He reached down and released his hardness from the confines of his boxers. She sat up as the slick flesh made contact with her hand.
"What's wrong?"
"It's all wet and slimy."
"You're doing that."
"Me?"
"Makin' me excited."
"Really?"
"Aren't you gettin' wet?"
"What!"
"Aren't you?"
"I, a, don't..."
He touched her knee. She froze. His hand glided up her thigh. She shuddered. The crotch of her jeans was warm. He groped the area. She pulled away and sat up.
"What's wrong?"
"I want to go home."
"What?"
"You heard me."
He couldn't believe it.
"You sure, I mean if you don't want me to touch you there..."
"No, I want to go home," she repeated buttoning her blouse.
He wasn't sure if he wanted to cry or scream. He started the car without bothering to zip his pants. His cock throbbed begging for attention. He passed the pines on the way back to her house. He could see the cars parked along the tree line. They didn't even say goodnight. She left the car and hurried to the house.
He was back at the parking lot in less than five minutes. His anger and libido burned away any inhibitions he harbored. He had his gym bag in the car. He exchanged his jeans and shirt for running shorts and a jock. He strode the path. The first comely offer was all he needed. He fisted his erect member and with a determined grunt began to fuck the man's face. His choice had been superb. The mouth that engulfed him was practiced and hungry. He pumped a long while then discharged a huge load. The hungry cocksucker gulped down every drop. He pulled free with a lewd slurp and continued up the path.
It was still early. There were a number of explorers on the path. He indulged himself, taking his time now that his need had been slackened. In one alcove he joined a couple that were making out. They were college aged. Neither was exceptionally good looking, but both were well muscled. They toured Danny's near naked form. He reveled in the attention. They mirrored each other, suckling his tits and licking his sweat soaked pits. They lowered his shorts. One engulfed his jock clad equipment, while the other parted his cheeks and lapped at his hole. He lost himself in the pleasure. After a long sweet ride he opened his eyes. The man he'd seen on his last visit stood before him. He wore a leather vest and tight jeans. The worn material at his crotch displayed his prodigious cock. He smiled at Danny and moved away. Something about him was familiar.
Danny parted the two college boys feasting on him. They pouted as he pulled up his shorts. He started up the trail after the man. He made the circuit several times before remembering the secluded spot where he'd found the man on his last adventure. As he neared the location a sharp sound caught his attention. It was followed by a groan.
He squatted and once more and waddled forward to view the enclosure. A well muscled man was bent over the limb. The tall leather vested stud brandished a belt. His wrist flicked. The belt whistled and cracked into the meaty ass before it.
"Maybe you'll learn to be on time now."
"Yes sir."
Another lash marked the subservient partner.
"Now get the fuck out."
"But..."
"...nothing." The belt flew and drew a mark that was visible even in the dimly lit space.
"Yes sir."
The man gathered his clothes and departed. Danny was short of breath. Not sure if he was excited or reviled. He turned to leave.
"Where ya think you're goin' little man?"
The stud was facing him. For the first time he noticed the man's jeans were open. The considerable cock dangled between his legs.
"I know you're interested."
Danny paused and watched.
"Question is, do ya have the balls to play with the big boys?"
The man took the long floppy cock in hand and swung it into the palm of his free hand with lewd slap. The action triggered some memory in Danny. He'd seen that done before.
"You do like cock, don't ya?"
The cock in the man's hand lengthened.
"`Cause I got plenty to share."
Danny stood. The man all but disappeared. He circled the trees and found a slim opening between them on the far side. He drew a deep breath and entered.