Mel didn't know what he was going to do for the summer. He had quit his newspaper route last fall and his parents didn't insist he find another source of income. In fact they increased his allowance.
He had thought about getting a summer job but the initial searching didn't find good results. That is unless he wanted to serve hamburgers at the fast food outlets or wash dishes or scrape grease off the floors. The town was small and there were too many kids like him seeking work.
"You could work on Luke Margorin's place" his Dad offered. But physical work wasn't Mel's thing. And working for Margorin meant shoveling, pitching, or other chores. Theirs was a rural community.
Mel scanned the computer ads but the only job possibilities seemed to be a two hour bus ride away in the nearest large city. He could drive but Mel didn't own a car of his own.
"What about your friends?" his mother asked.
Most were on vacation, at camps or took the few jobs in the nearby town.
Mel rode his bike along the highway during the days letting the sun bake his bare torso. It was the closest thing they had to a sun baked beach. He'd peddle for hours and stop only to drink or find a secluded field where he would lay in the sun.
Those were the nicest times. He would strip off his shorts and lay on the ground naked feeling the sun bake his back and butt or chest and crotch. It was inevitable his cock would harden and he would grasp it, letting his head fill with the images he missed from school until his body convulsed and his cock spit out the streams of cream it needed to expel. Sighing he'd lay there and let the sun dry up the splatters of his cum.
Most of the time he would sleep and dreams of familiar people finding him naked and raping him until he begged for them to stop.
Gym class was the only times he could enjoy seeing his friends naked now. When they were all boys, skinny dipping in streams or an occasional pool provided that opportunity. But as armpit hair and pubic hair defined them as pubescent young men, concerns about being called homo eliminated those opportunities.
Abraham a thin redheaded classmate would sometimes hop off the bus for a sleepover. And in the quiet of the darkness their mutual curiosity would encourage their hands and mouths to find each other.
Mel asked him once to "try it" and felt Abe's thin hard cock puncture his virgin butthole in the wee hours of the night. It hurt the first time. But he straddle Abe for a second attempt and found the pain had been subsided by his lust. They traded places and added what was known in the farm community as "corn holing" to their secret activities.
But as time passed Abraham visited less as his chores increased. He lived with his grandparents and as they too aged, he had to work more on the farm they owned. Eventually Abe quit school and Mel missed him.
Biking that June day changed his life but he had no idea it would. Mel biked through the town instead of the distant highway. He grabbed a breakfast muffin and said hello to some of his classmates.
Then he biked down through one of the sections of houses across the tracks.
"Old man Harmon might need some help" Clyde laughed. Mel didn't know why. First of all Clyde rarely talked to him since his days as a school yard bully in elementary school.
Secondly the guy acted like a jock snob. He was a well known tackle on their school football team. And jocks rarely hung out let alone talked to kids who weren't jocks.
"I'm serious actually, if you're willing and I think you are. Abe said you might be." Clyde said the last part in a hushed tone.
"What? Abe?"
"Yea but he had to work at his grandparent's farm. He was gonna work for Harmon and then get you in" Clyde said. "You need money right?"
"Where is Harmon?" He asked.
"Go past the old warehouses, he's on a dirt road, uh Clint, I think" Clyde whispered the answer and Mel didn't know why he did that either.
The tracks were rusted. Trains used to come through the city long before Mel was in school. The factory had closed down back then too. His grandparents had worked there and most of the kids he knew had relatives who used to too.
But the town changed when the factory closed. Most of everyone either worked on a farm or drove distances to other towns and cities to work. A damn was built when Mel was a kid and that seemed to create jobs. So many families stayed put like his did.
The warehouses which used to store the factory's shipments were abandoned. It was well known that kids hung out there drinking or smoking or having sex. Mel didn't know about the sex part. Most stories he heard in school were typical teenage bragging.
But he had smoked a joint or two, even drank some liquor with friends while hiding in a corner of one of the warehouses.
He passed that warehouse as he biked towards the distant houses. They were referred to as mill houses because they were built by the old factory to house some of their employees.
Many had fallen down or been destroyed in fires over the years. But some showed evidence of occupants who kept them repaired and even painted.
There were cars parked in yards, wet laundry on clothes lines, little kids running around.
"CLINT ROAD" road sign signaled where Mel should peddle his bike. Sweat had made his torso shine by that time. He could stop and return home, but figuring he had come this far, Mel peddled off the pavement onto the dirt road.
Passing a couple of mobile homes, Mel passed a mill house in bad repair. There were several cars outside it but no signs of anyone.
Then a nicely painted fence appeared. The name on the mailbox was large and the name "HARMON" painted on the side of it.
Probably inherited, Harmon obviously took care of his house and yard. Trees crowded the side surrounded it. The front was cleanly cut grass with bushes around it. The fence was a wooden one painted grey. It looked newly painted.
"Probably yard work" Mel said aloud to himself as he dismounted and pushed his bike past the gate and towards the house.
"Yes?" the man appeared at the door after Mel knocked.
"Uh someone said you might need some help?"
The man looked confused as he looked around. "Did somebody send you? Who told you that?"
"Oh sorry, I guess Clyde was just giving me shit. I was looking for summer work you see and --"
"Clyde Jennison?" The man's expression changed and he smiled.
"Yea, you know him?" Mel said
"Oh yes Clyde used to do uh things for me. He worked for me last summer, but I guess he decided to flip burgers this year. He does do some thing still, when someone requests him of course"
Mel felt lost.
"OH yea , uh well, thanks anyway" he started to turn.
"Wait, you could help me in the back, Washing the van and truck. They could use a good wax too. You interested?"
Mel was soon soaping the SUV. Harmon, who insisted he be called by his last name, brought cold cokes and even sandwiches. He didn't help do the washing but offered Mel instructions.
"You're a good worker. You know nobody can see us, you can take off those shorts and let them dry." Harmon said.
Mel heard the man but didn't know what to say. He just continued to wash the vehicles.
He got used to the fact the man would stand and watch him work. At first Mel thought it was odd but eventually he ignored the man.
"You've got a nice body Mel" Harmon said "nice back, muscles you must swim a lot"
"Yes Sir, swim team" Mel said.
"There both clean. Now comes the hard part the waxing." Harmon said. "Here you can put these on so you get sun while you do that. I think Clyde left them."
Harmon handed Mel a pair of black Speedos. Clyde didn't swim on the swim team Mel knew so they came from somebody else.
"Go ahead nobody can see you, you can change there" the man said.
Mel stood and looked around. Indeed they were secluded in the back yard. He drank the rest of the latest can of coke the man had brought him.
He let his shorts fall. Turning away from the man he began to pull his jockey shorts off.
"Oh shy huh? Hey we're both guys, you don't have to be modest around me" the man said
Mel looked around as Harmon walked away. He pulled his jockey's off and stood there for an instant. He loved being naked out doors.
"Thought you were going to wear those shorts I gave you" Harmon reappeared with another can of coke. He handed it to Mel who stood there naked.
"Naw, nobody's here and I don't mind if you don't" Mel felt his cock filling with blood.
"No problem, you're a good looking guy, look better like that anyway" Harmon said smiling.
Mel began to work waxing the vehicles. The sun baked his naked body as he worked. His cock hardened and then became flaccid.
"You did a great job. I don't think the thing has looked that good in a long time" Harmon said putting his arm across Mel's shoulders.
"You got a bit of burn though" he patted Mel's bare buttocks "Better let me put some lotion on you"
Mel stood naked in front of the man as Harmon spread lotion on his shoulders, chest, stomach, back legs and moved to his crotch. Mel stepped back.
"Oh come on, I saw you get hard, it's ok. Clyde liked it when I did it for him"
Mel didn't move as Harmon put his lotion slathered hands on his balls and cock. He closed his eyes as his cock got harder as the man stroked it.
"Oh shit gonna" Mel started to say but his body exploded first shooting his sperm all over the man's legs.
"Sorry man...I uh couldn't hold back" Mel said.
"Guess you'll have to do what Clyde had to do" Harmon said.
"What's that?"
"Whenever he shot on me or other places he shouldn't have I made him lick it up" Harmon said "it was a game I guess, I think he liked doing it"
Harmon waited.
"You want me to?" Mel said.
"It's your cum isn't it?" Harmon said
"Yes Sir" Mel knelt and licked the man's legs. He blushed with embarrassment but somehow felt excited about what he was doing.
He felt the man's hands on his bare back and butt. The finger that touched his butthole excited him.
"You like that son?" Harmon asked.
"Yes Sir" Mel said. He did like it when the man fingered his butthole. He always liked it when Abe used to do it.
"There good. Why don't you come into the house and shower. I'll make dinner" Harmon said
"Uh I better go home" Mel said
"You sure? I can drive you home later"
Mel didn't mind the man standing and watching him shower. They talked bout school, work and other things.
"Why don't you wait till it's time to go home?" Harmon said stopping Mel from dressing afterwards. "I like looking at you beside your skin needs some more lotion."
Mel stood as the man's hands moved over him again. His cock hardened again and spit out when the man stroked it.
Mel didn't need to be told what to do afterwards He knelt and licked up his cum from the floor.
"Good boy. You learn quickly"
The hamburgers were good. Harmon had grilled them and handed Mel two.
He dressed and stuffed the two ten dollar bills in his pocket.
"You're a good boy. You need training a bit, but I bet you can learn. Why don't you plan on coming back tomorrow, and we'll find something for you to do?"
Mel liked it when Harmon squeezed his bare leg before he got out of the man's SUV. He retrieved his bike from the back.
"See you tomorrow" Mel said
"Sir"
"what?"
"Always address me as Sir"
"oh yes Sir" Mel said
"Your training has begun" Harmon said as he started the engine.
Mel watched the car do a u turn and drive down the highway. He didn't know it then but something was about to happen.
Months later, Mel sat on the brick wall in front of his school. The sun warmed his bare shoulders thanks to the tank top he wore.
"So how was your summer?" Clyde asked him. It was the first day of school. Clyde had never gone out of his way to talk to him.
"Ok" Mel said waiting for Clyde to say something snide or rude"
"Yea I heard. Harmon likes you"
"Yea oh thanks, I uh went there as you said" Mel meant it "He said you still do stuff for him"
"Yea now and then. It's kind of weird, fun, nice guys, and the money's good" Clyde said "You gonna keep doin it?"
Mel sighed. He felt the note in his pocket telling him where to go after school that day. The Lone Star Motel on route 58 was a well known place men went to get laid.
"I guess" Mel said
"You did the uh training stuff?" Clyde said in a hushed tone.
"Yea" Mel said liking the fact that there was somebody he could admit it too. The summer had started with washing cars, waxing them naked and ended with him wearing leather harness and having sex with two men over the past weekend.
"Saw a pic of you "Clyde continued in a hushed voice "leather shorts with the sides laced"
"Oh yea" Mel said looking around to see if anyone was near enough to hear them. He liked those shorts too. They were a gift from Harmon. The leather was soft and fit him like a glove. The sides were open revealing his bare hips but had leather laces.
"Hot" Clyde said.
"Thanks" Mel said.
"I saw some of you too at his house" Mel said. He had seen Clyde naked on his hands and knees wearing only a leather collar.
Harmon's computer had photos of him tied to the frame Harmon kept in his training basement too.
Mel had been tied there a few times as well. Then there were the photos of Clyde impaled on cocks in his butt and mouth.
Mel knew then he wanted to be that way.
Each day he trained and sometimes worked. Putting his training to work, Mel met travelers, residents, even one former teacher and worked. Weekends Harmon would drive him to appointments or he'd stand by one of the isolated locations waiting for a car to pick him up. He's bike fast to a motel so he would be sweaty when he arrived or there were times when he would go to the customer's house.
"Maybe we'll end up together sometime. Harmon sometimes books two of his boys for stuff" Clyde said.
Mel looked at the boy. Until that moment, he had only thought of Clyde as the football team tackle, who used to be a school bully when they were young. He wasn't' a bully in high school, but Mel had avoided him since they were kids.
"Could be hot" Mel said. The image of Clyde naked and collared as he had been often that summer addressing Harmon or one of his friends as SIR was in his head.
"We could get together before then" Clyde said "just to uh get used to each other kind of thing"
"Yea, got to work today but maybe another day" Mel said "Maybe this weekend"
"If we don't have to work" Clyde said.
"Yea" Mel said. He adjusted his cock which had expanded thinking of having sex with Clyde.
"Want me to ask our Master about it?" Clyde said
Mel knew he had received the same order as Clyde. "You cannot have sex with anyone without my permission from now on. You are my property, understand?"
Mel remember saying "yes Sir" agreeing to once again do what he was told.
"We better" Mel said.
"It's kind of cool isn't it?" Clyde said.
Mel thought for a minute.
"Yea cool" He answered feeling Clyde pat his bare shoulder and then squeeze it.
Mel watched him walk over to some of his jock friends. There was the usual horsing around, cursing and sharing cigarettes. Nothing had changed he noted. At least not that anyone could see.
To others too Mel was just the same as well. But like Clyde, a lot had changed.
"Got a guy I want you to meet" Harmon said
Mel remained on the floor where he sat naked. The leather collar he wore had become comfortable. The clothes pins that squeezed his nipples remained in place. He had gotten used to the pressure and pain they caused. In fact he wanted to feel it.
At home in bed, he would fasten them when he masturbated. He would shove the dildo Harmon had given him into his ass and slide it prolonging the need for release. Images of naked guys at school, athletes he had seen on TV or images of others he had seen on Harmon's computer filled his head.
"Yes I think it's time you proved yourself and made some real money, you ready for that boy?" Harmon addressed him strongly as his Master.
"yes Sir" Mel answered the way he had learned to respond. The weeks had passed since he first met the man.
He had cut the grass, cleaned windows, washed the man's car, painted and vacumned the house. Usually he did these chores naked.
Sometime he wore what the man gave him, especially when he had to work in front of the house in view of others who might be traveling by.
The leather shorts with the sides open was what he usually wore then. Mel didn't question it, he put them on and obeyed the man.
"You have learned to trust me and that's good boy" Harmon said "So I won't send you anywhere unless I know you're safe. If they pay you, remember to bring it all to me. And I'll give you half"
"yes Sir"
Mel dressed and got on his bike. He was to peddle hard so he was covered in sweat by the tine he arrived at the Motel.
It was a long ride. The sun made sure his torso shined and the shorts he wore over his shaven body made that part sweat too.
"Good" the man opened the door and saw Mel standing there his hair matted in sweat.
"In and strip"
Mel stepped inside putting his bike against the wall. He stripped naked and waited.
The man led him into the shower and washed him head to toe. The man who had stripped too, then led him to the bed.
They made love. He knelt on the floor shining the man's shoes. He sucked the mans' cock while he talked on the phone. He bathed the man while he lay in the tub. And he straddled the man letting his cock shoot it's load up into his bowels.
"You did good boy, now for your reward" Mel knelt in the shower stall and felt the man's urine shower him. He opened his mouth as the man's second sperm load lathered his face and tongue.
"Dress boy"
"yes Sir" Mel had learned never to question only to obey. He pulled his shorts and tank top over his wet cum and urine splattered body.
Then he stuffed the wad of money into his pocket and left, biking home.
"Good, one hundred" Harmon said when Mel kneeling handed him the money the next day. "I knew you'd be honest" he handed Mel fifty dollars.
"Ready for more work?"
And Mel knew he was ready. "yes SIR"
The one weekend he didn't work, Mel rode his newly acquired scooter miles to the familiar farm house. He hadn't been there in two years.
The sight of the bare-chested round shoulder boy excited him. Abe hugged him. Mel didn't care if the grandparents were watching or not. He kissed him.
They talked, ate, ran, wrestled and fucked the weekend. Abe's grandparents were gracious and kept to themselves.
Somehow Abe had survived. He had taken the GED so he was actually a high school graduate before Mel.
They cried when it was time for him to leave. "Come back sometime" Abe said.
The bell rang. Mel stood and stretched. It had been a wild summer. His bank account reflected his hard work. The blue scooter chained to the bike rack reflected some of his income as did his new clothes.
Clyde waved as he went into the building.
Mel shouldered his back pack and walked towards the building. Classes would be boring compared to the daily training he had gotten that summer.
But he'd train on the weekends, work too. And graduate. Maybe next summer he'd get a car so he could go and work even further away.
After that college or maybe he'd just go and work on Abe's farm.
A lot would change. A lot had changed since he began his summer training.