I'm concentrating hard on the wilderness-choked verge zipping by, trying to keep my mind off the fact that I will likely soon end up in a horrible car-crash. This was supposed to be a relaxing ride to the mountains, but driving with Gary to his cottage is proving to be more stressful than a full year at my desk job as a sales rep for a textiles company.
"You'll love the house," Gary says conversationally, taking a sharp turn on what feels like two wheels. "Very rustic. And I'm sure you'll get along with Luke. He's the quiet type, too. He's nice - and sometimes a little thoughtless - but super nice." I detect resentment in his voice. Gary co-owns the cottage with his ex, Luke. He's never given me the details on their relationship or their break-up.
"Actually, I'm positive you'll like Luke," he looks at me askance, smirking. " Everybody does." I roll my eyes at the innuendo. Larry's been trying to set me up with any number of his friends all year, ever since I came out to him. I hadn't considered that this trip might be one of his machinations until now.
"I'm just looking forward to a little quiet time out in the sun," I say, defensively. "You know, commune with nature, that sort of thing...
"If we get there," I mumble under my breath, gripping the dashboard as Gary brings the car to a screeching halt at an unexpected stop sign.
"You're positive Luke won't mind me being there without you?" I say, trying to catch my breath.
"No, I told him all about you; he knows that I'm just dropping you off and picking you up again in two weeks. Anyway, he's a landscaper; up at the crack of dawn, back home at sunset..." I suddenly have visions of sun-kissed University students mowing lawns. But Gary's in his late thirties or early forties; Luke must be about the same age.
"Anyway he lives up here in the sticks year `round; he loves having people visit." Gary smirks again. I want to hit him.
Sighing, I return my gaze to the window and wonder what a sales rep and a landscaper could possibly talk about. I'm going to kill Gary. That is, as soon as he takes me back to the city. If his driving doesn't get us both killed first. He accelerates again; my body is pushed back into its seat by the G-force.
We arrive late in the afternoon, thankfully in one piece. As the car comes to a halt in the driveway I quickly scan the property: there's an old house with scaffolding along a partially dismantled wall, a small barn, a deck by the house with a path that leads down a hill to a dock on a small private lake and ... trees. Lots of trees.
"Here it is," Gary sighs getting out of the car, smiling at me. "Luke won't be home for a little while; landscapers keep long hours in the summertime."
"It looks beautiful." I'm hauling my bags out of the backseat.
After Gary shows me around we settle on the deck with a little food to enjoy the sunset. A battered truck comes clattering up the dusty drive.
"There he is," Gary says in talk-show tones. "And tha-at's Luke," he continues when the driver steps out of the truck. I can feel my pupils dilate.
Luke's work clothes are filthy: old jeans, work boots and an unbuttoned shirt. He sports the kind of tan you can't get on a beach. It's a working-outdoors-shirtless-all-day kind of tan. His curly black hair is pulled back in a short ponytail and is shot through with the odd strands of white, just like the thick curls of salt-and-pepper hair on his chest, which I can see peeking out from behind the folds of his open shirt. The stubble on his chin looks rough enough to scour pots. My throat has gone dry. Briefly: Luke. Is. Hot.
Gary introduces us, smirking (curse him!). Luke wipes his filthy hand on his jeans before offering it, grinning at me. "Sorry; hazards of the trade," he says. His teeth are startlingly white in his tanned and dirty face. When we shake, his grip is solid, the heavy calluses on his palm rub against the smooth skin of my pencil-pusher's hand. I smile woodenly, conscious of a stirring in my shorts.
"We were working about 45 minutes away from here," he says, "and I had to drop some of the guys off on the way home." I barely hear him talk because my eyes are focused on the flecks of dirt glued to the sweaty skin in the little hollow located under his Adam's apple. He excuses himself and goes into the house, giving me the opportunity to watch the seat of his grubby jeans rub over his muscular ass as he walks away. Gary stares at me knowingly and raises an eyebrow. I shrug and try not to blush.
Moments later Luke comes out with three beers in his hands and a towel over his shoulder. My jaw nearly drops. He is shirtless: wide shoulders framing a thick chest and tight abs covered in a heavy pelt of curly hair from collar bone to waist-band. His body V's down to a trim waist that disappears into his dirty jeans. Smears of mud and dust on his torso are testimony to the day's work.
"I'm just going to jump in the lake to wash off," he says, handing us our beers. "I'll be back in a jiff." he calls over his shoulder, walking down the path to the little dock, beer in hand. My eyes are glued to his powerful back and narrow hips.
"Is he wearing a bathing suit under his jeans?" I whisper out of the corner of my mouth.
"Luke always bathes in the lake. Who do you know wears anything when taking a bath?"
I sigh. Gary laughs.
"I'll ask if we can have a sauna after supper," he offers. His annoying smirk is back.
"A sauna? There's a sauna out here?"
"Yep, Luke builds private saunas. He built one for himself, a wood-fired one with stones and all, down by the lake. No cash bar or lockers though," his smile has bite. "But it's quite amazing."
"HE built it?"
"Yep. He's good with his hands (ahem). And he works hard. Like a horse. How do you think he keeps in such good shape out in the sticks like this?"
I don't answer. Instead I look towards the docks just in time to see Luke's white legs and ass disappear with a tidy splash into the sunset-red water.
Night has fallen to the sound of insect noises. It's long after dinner and we're walking in the darkness down to the lakeshore. The cool air pricks pleasantly at my skin. At dinner, while looking at me, Luke agreed in a sort of lazy way to prepare the sauna for us. Gazing into his smiling green eyes, I understood why everybody likes Luke so much.
There's a fire burning near the little sauna building. Luke crouched by the fire when Gary and I arrive. I stay on the other side of the blaze.
Gary claps his hands together and rubs them vigorously. "Well, let's go in while the gettin's good!" he says jovially. Luke looks up at me and smiles, his handsome, dark face glowing in the firelight. I gulp, nod, and we remove our clothes. I'm feeling self-consciously naked in front of Gary and Luke.
"Well, see you two inside," Luke says, going in.
"Wanna go next?" Gary's smirk is now a drunken sneer. He's had too much to drink at dinner; his cheeks are flushed. Mortified, I shake my head.
"No, uh, ladies first," I joke. Gary just shrugs and follows Luke.
Alone by the fire, I exhale and try to think of nuns; anything to get the boner I've sprung to go down; just knowing Luke is in there, naked and probably already sweating attractively, is too much for me. The old ladies in nuns' habits strolling through my head help my dick to partially retreat. With my towel bunched up in front of my crotch I go in.
Moist heat billows out at me when I cross the threshold. Breathing's a little difficult at first and even my eyes water in the sudden heat. Candles light the small cedar-lined space, a fire roars inside an old pot-bellied wood stove with round river stones piled up all around it and Luke sits directly across from the door. He tips a container of water over the hot stones as I walk in and, with a lot of hissing and spitting, the room fills with thick, hot steam.
"Kinda magic, in't it?" mumbles Gary who is sprawled on a bench.
"Yeah," I reply, breathing in the stifling heat. The candles light the sheen of sweat that covers Luke's dark skin and matts his curly chest hairs to his muscled torso. I sit on a bench to his left and close my eyes, enjoying the intense heat. Prickles of sweat form on my skin, trickling ticklishly down my body.
"Here." It's Luke, his voice quiet and husky. He's holding a bottle of water out to me. As I reach for it his eyes lock with mine, the suspicion of a smile tugging at his lips. Gary is still sprawled, naked, on the bench opposite, eyes closed, one arm flung over his brow. I drink some of the water and hand the bottle back to Luke. He smiles, his eyes still on me.
"Have you ever had a loofah scrub while in a sauna like this?" he asks. I dumbly shake my head, imagining all sorts of exciting things.
"Here." I watch his sweaty body move in the golden candlelight. He produces a bucket of water and a large rough loofah sponge from under his bench.
"Turn around," he says, twirling the long sponge in the air emphatically. I reluctantly do as I'm told and hear him settle behind me. He sloshes the water in the bucket. "It's really great," he continues. "Really gets the blood pumping."
Gasping, I arch my back in sudden shock; a cold dribble of water has spilled over my shoulders, without warning. Luke chuckles and, with a mumbled apology, puts a water-cooled hand on me. I can feel the calluses on his palm and fingers. As he moves the fibrous sponge down my back with his other hand, he exhales loudly. My cock starts to stir.
Nuns, la-la-la - I think to myself, trying to regain control - the Flying Nun, Sister George, uh, The Sound of Music: Mother Superior, Maria, Christopher Plummer, Rolf - naked with a hard-on in the gazebo waiting for the Captain... it isn't helping. I push back against the pressure of the sponge. Luke's breathing is one long exhalation of cool breath on my hot skin until he reaches my lower back. He soaks the sponge again.
"Ready?" he whispers hoarsely. I nod. The cold sponge touches my overheated skin again, releasing icy water down my spine and over my butt. I gasp and, when he's rubbed the sponge down to my lower back for the second time, Luke's water-cooled hand comes to rest for a moment on the flesh of my ass cheek. I let out a little sigh.
"Did you like that?" he murmurs. His breath cools the skin on my neck.
Gary stirs on his bench across the room. "Oh man, I fell asleep," he groans. "I don't feel so good."
I sit up guiltily and try to conceal my erection. "That's too bad." I'm all virginal innocence. Luke sits next to me, his forearm touching my thigh. The electricity between us could power a small city.
"Guess I shouldn't've had so much wine for supper." I'm shocked when Gary winks at me. "You guys stay. I'll go for a quick swim in the lake and then to bed."
I turn to say something to Luke once Gary's gone. Luke's face is very close to mine, his eyes smiling more than usual. Before I can say anything, he presses his lips to mine for a brief second. Stunned, I stare into his green eyes.
"Was that ok?" he asks. I suck his saliva off my lower lip. Our mouths open as we move toward each other, like we're breathing each other in. I shove my tongue into his mouth. Luke pulls me down and on top of him. His hands, softened by the moist heat, rove over my body, his erection rubbing slickly against mine between our sweaty pressed bellies.
His thick and springy chest hairs rub against my skin. Running my fingers through his thick pelt I find his erect, humid nipples. I lick one; it's like a small, salty and smooth fruit.
"Bite them," he growls. I sink my teeth into the delicate flesh and suck on his chest. Hands in my short hair, he gasps and grunts, tight workman's body squirming under me, then he grabs me by the ears and pulls me up to his mouth. As we kiss I comb down through the luxuriant curls of body hair covering his hard abs until, in a dense forest of pubic hair, I find his thick uncut cock. It stands at attention, swaying to his heart beat. Eyes glued to it, I wrap my hands around it, hefting his velvety ballsac with my other hand.
Even at full erection his foreskin fully covers the head with enough extra to form a small pucker at the tip. Slowly, I move my hand down the long, satisfyingly thick shaft, feeling the veins and ridges of his hardness. I am mesmerized by the glistening pink head emerging and suck it tenderly into my mouth like a plum, flicking my tongue over the sensitive tip to catch the salty taste of his pre-cum. I push up the foreskin and suck on it gently, wriggling my tongue into the opening and swirl it between the sensitive skin and the glans before transfering my attention to his big and surprisingly hairless balls; I bathe them in spit.
He groans, pulling at my short hair. I'm greedily stuffing his big cock in my mouth now, sucking wildly, turned on by his penis thrusting up and down my throat and tongue, by the smell of his crotch in my face.
Luke suddenly pulls away. Dazed, I reach out to touch him, disoriented by the abrupt change in physical proximity. We embrace, his head leaning heavily on my shoulder.
"Fuck!" he chuckles weakly. "Ok, good. That was," he gulps, "real good. But it's too hot in here. You're going to make me pass out, guy!" he chuckles again. He's right. I'm sweating like crazy and I feel a bit queasy from the heat. Looking me in the eye, he kisses me, running his hand ticklishly down my flank.
"Let's take it outside. A quick dip in the lake to cool off and then we can keep going. Come on."
Big erect cock swaying and bobbing as he stands up, Luke holds out his hand to me. I grin ruefully, eyeing his crotch, and let myself be hauled up to my feet. Once we're out in the cool night air he hands me a woollen blanket and wraps another one around himself. He suddenly darts off into the night, heading for the dock. "Come on, quick," he yells over his shoulder. I follow close behind, the soles of his feet white flashes in front of me.
At the end of the dock he flings off his blanket and, a pale naked shape against the blackness of the lake, dives in. After a moment's hesitation I drop my blanket and follow his trajectory. The cold hits me like a wall. I come up spluttering and shouting. Luke is laughing, treading water, dark flesh turned pale underwater; whiter legs flash below the surface, his dark hair is plastered to his head. He swims to me. Water glistens in the rough stubble on his cheeks.
Smirking, he pulls me to him. His wet muscles against mine and the musky scent of his hair revive my flagging erection. We stand in the water, kissing for a bit.
"You're so lucky to live out here."
"Yeah, well, this kind of thing is why I moved to the country, permanent."
We kiss some more and Luke starts to knead my ass with his big hands. I grab his cock.
"I'd like some of this kind of thing," I murmur and playfully lick the tip of his nose.
"Come on, climb out," he says. "I'm right behind you."
And he is. As I climb the ladder he licks and nips my butt. Once we're up on the dock he spreads one of our discarded blankets on the ground and wraps himself up with the other one.
"Hey!" I stand there, naked and shivering. "What about me?"
With a mischievous smile Luke opens his blanket and draws me into his wet, musky warmth. He lowers me onto the second blanket and we tenderly kiss and lick the clear taste of lake water off each other, our erect penises pressed together between our bodies as we warm up.
"Do you still want it?" he asks me.
I grin and nod, thrusting my hips against him. He pulls my thighs apart and licks his middle finger, tonguing it for my benefit with a sexy sneer. He strokes my butt crack with his warm finger, presses it against my pucker and begins to work his finger into my hole. I gasp and open my legs wider to give him more access. Luke languorously pumps his finger in and out of me. Meanwhile he rubs his rough chin across my chest, clamping moist lips to my nipple. Electricity pulses through me; he is tickling my prostate, making my cock jump. He simultaneously bites into my nipple and rolls it between his teeth, then inserts a second finger. His implacable teeth at my breast and his fingers working my ass set me on that delicious knife-edge of ecstacy. I am pushed to the very edge of tolerance.
In one swift movement he lifts my legs. One meaty hand supporting my ass, he uses the other to guide his cock into me, his blunt glans pressing against my puckered ass hole. He enters me slowly until, hungry for him, I put my hands on his straining ass and force him to take me in one long, smooth stroke, right to the hilt.
Gasping, I try to push him away. Either he's bigger than I thought or I'm not relaxed enough but he's hit a painful spot deep inside. I thought I'd figured out how to relax enough to avoid that tearing feeling inside. Luke just lies on top of me nibbling my neck, licking his way up to my ear tonguing and teasing, his panting at a counter beat to my own. His pubic bone is now firmly pressed against my ass and I realize that the moment of discomfort has passed.
The cold night air doesn't bother me anymore. My body is starting to gently sweat as I get used to the heat radiating from my stuffed anus. I wriggle my ass and moan; I want more. Lifting himself up on his arms, looking down at where we are joined, his damp black hair falls forward and brushes against my neck and chest. Luke slowly pumps his cock inside me. He kisses me, tongue languidly tracing the outline of my teeth. I'm gasping for air, mouth barely responsive, all my attention focused on the sensations radiating from my asshole. He pulls almost completely out of me before plunging in again with the force of Spring.
My kisses become insistent; my hands travel up and down the undulating muscles of his back and, coming to rest on his hot ass, push desperately for him to go faster, harder, deeper. I want to swallow him.
Luke carefully gets up on his knees and, cock firmly in my ass like the axis of a planet, gets me to turn over, slowly, so that his long cock doesn't pop out. I am now on elbows and knees. He drapes himself over me, the warm, ticklish prickles of his chest and belly hairs against my back as he supports himself on his arms.
I cry out when, without warning, he starts to piston in and out of me, pelvis slamming against my ass driven by muscle and gravity, heavy balls slapping warm and wet against my backside. His breath comes in little growling gasps, matched to my quick pants and hoarse cries forced out of me with every savage thrust. His rough hands are now on my narrow hips. I instinctively push backwards in time with him. Our animal grunts and groans and the slapping fleshy sound of our bodies repeatedly coming together echo across the night-shrouded lake. Luke angles his thrusts downward slightly and, with shorter strokes, his cockhead rubs insistently on my prostate. The slow build of my orgasm washes through my body from my ass like waves, slowly filling me with the rich dark excitement of an imminent ejaculation. Luke roughly massages my ass as he keeps his desire in check. My breath comes in shorter and shorter gasps, falling out of sync with his strokes, muscles tensing and my mind becoming a blissful, ecstatic blank as the build-up of my orgasm reaches critical mass until, ass muscles contracting wildly around Luke's thrusting cock, I come without touching myself, ropes of pearly white spunk splattering onto the blanket. Luke lets go of his control and pounds my ass with such force that I am pushed down flat onto the dock. He is making short, little cries and then gives a final grunt. His cock swells impossibly larger inside me and a flood of cum shoots from his cock into me. As Luke spasmodically continues to thrust, I turn my head to watch his muscular, hairy body straining over me. His mouth finds mine in an awkward front-to-back kiss, his tongue thrashing uncontrollably in my mouth as he empties his balls. With a final shudder he slows his thrusts; his kisses become gentler, sweeter.
Retrieving the blanket that had fallen away during our coupling, Luke drapes it over his broad shoulders and back then drapes himself over me, massive chest still heaving from his recent efforts. His hot cock growing soft inside me momentarily swells as he gives it one last pulse. I squeeze my ass in return. In the ensuing quiet, the smells and sounds of night return to me. Luke kisses my shoulders and neck, licking my ear some more, his hands lazily brushing over my arms and flanks.
"We should go in before the mosquitos come out again," he murmurs into my neck as he licks and nibbles.
"Mm," I respond, enjoying the attention. "You feel good inside me."
Luke chuckles and slowly gets up, his penis slipping softly out of my ass, leaving behind that awful empty feeling that comes after a great fuck. He takes me by the hand and we climb the hill to the old house, blankets wrapped around us.
In his bed, Luke spoons me from behind, his furry chest and belly a warm blanket against my back, his now flaccid cock a hot lump against my rump. And all I can think of is Gary's sleeping presence in the next room. Emboldened by our newfound intimacy, I half-turn to Luke.
"Luke," I whisper.
He grunts.
"Were you and, you know, Gary, ah, really an item, once?"
Sighing, he lifts himself up on his elbow. "Now why do you ask that?"
"Just, you know, curious, that's all." I start to regret my prying.
"Yeah, we were a couple for a while. But then we realized we wanted different things." He is stroking my body again, brushing his palms lightly over my nipples. I am silent as his fingers twirls ticklishly in my navel, then walk down to my thatch of pubes to finally heft my balls and growing cock. He shakes his head and gives me a little smile.
"Gary said I'd like you, and he was right."
"He did? You do?" I look up into his rugged, handsome face. Luke smiles, pumping my stiffening cock a few times. He gives me a long, soft, lingering kiss. I can feel him getting hard against my well-exercised ass.
"And I don't always need to be the one who fucks," he grins, squeezing my cock.
I smile back, turning in bed to face him. "Then turn around, cowboy," I laugh.