Enticed Pt. 10.2 - Give And Take

Continued from Enticed Pt. 10.1 ---

Blaise drove out about 5 p.m. and found me still on the deck naked. I hadn’t been back to the Lodge in more than three hours. He brought a small cooler of beers out and sat watching me swim back out into the pond again.

“I’m going to like watching you frolic naked  in the pond,” he said as I walked up the ramp dripping.

“I think there’s going to be a lot of frolicking,” I said, drying my face and hair. “I love it out here. I wonder if I should do a video for you of me ‘frolicking’ in the woods and pond.”

“That would be nice,” Blaise said. “I think your fans might like to see something like that, too.”

“I’ve been thinking about editing down a video to sell to them,” I said. “Do you think they’d buy something like that?”

“They’ll buy anything you’re selling, Stud,” he said.

We ended up sitting close enough that our arms touched on a bench just staring out at the pond for a while.

“I told Bobby what you’ve done out here,” he said. “He sounded impressed. I told him he should come out some time and check it out.”

“I’ll need to be home to let him through the gates,” I reminded him. “I guess I should get him keys to the locks.”

Blaise began caressing my thigh as I sat beside him. I was dry by now, but still naked. Actually, I only had my camo trunks out here anyway.

Blaise worked his way up my thigh to begin caressing my limp cock and balls. It took only a couple minutes of his expert work to get me rock hard and ready for anything he wanted. I think I was even more turned on by the idea of being naked, hard, and horny outside in the woods.

I turned toward him and pulled the collar of his polo down to begin kissing his neck and shoulder. My breathing grew heavier as he continued to lightly stroke my stiff cock. I worked my way up to his ear.

“What do you want to do?” I breathed.

“Do you want to bend over the bench?” he asked. “Can you take it without lube?"

“You can lube me up with your tongue,” I said as I began groping his growing dick through his jeans.

As soon as he pushed his jeans down, I engulfed his cock and covered it in saliva.

I got up on my knees on the bench with my ass in the air. Blaise bent down and gave me a long wet lick from my taint to my back before licking back down to my already puckered hole. He licked my ass until his saliva dripped off me on to the bench beneath us.

I reached down and began stroking my cock and bent farther back to make sure he could reach me. In a second I felt his hot stick pushing into me.

In the last few months I had felt no inhibitions whatsoever with my friend. But, out here in the woods, it seemed as though I was even less inhibited, less concerned about anything, noise, reactions, perceptions, even discovery. The only thing that concerned me was our mutual pleasure. Nothing else mattered. The dickhead posers from last month could wander up and I wouldn’t care. I wouldn’t stop.

Blaise pushed into me slowly, but completely. He had lost his inhibitions and reservations concerning anal sex. We just connected and pleasured and loved each other. Being out in nature seemed to just complete our coupling.

His breathing increased with his speed. He was pulling my hips back against him almost violently. My back remained arched and I pushed back to meet his pulsing cock with every stroke. I felt his pubic hair against my skin with every push. He was filling me with himself and I wanted all he could give.

We both began grunting loudly as our passion increased and finally in one hard, deep thrust, he gave me all he had and filled me with his sperm. I pushed back into his hips and arched my back at the ecstasy. I reached back and caressed his side with one hand. The other sought his hanging, draining balls beneath us. I looked down and discovered a puddle of my own pre-cum on the bench  just beneath my cock.

Again, he stayed in me until my muscles instinctively pushed him out. That was one of our favorite things. We both loved the feeling of our limp wet dicks sliding out of our filled assholes.

He turned and sat beside me while I still was on my knees. I reached over and kissed him while he tried to slow his breathing. I lifted a leg and straddled him on the bench, my pre-cum wet cock bobbing in his sweaty face.

Blaise reached up and began stroking me lightly, pulling and pushing my skin along my stiff shaft. He still was breathing heavily, but his hand was working at full capacity.

I’d been naked and horny most of the day and was aching for my lover’s touch. Now that I had it, I wanted to last as long as I could. But, I knew I would blow in just a minute to his skilled mouth and tongue.

He pulled me so hard at times my entire body moved forward into him. My cock nearly bumped into his nose at times. It was enough to elicit an occasional grunt from me.

Even with just this little bit of rough treatment, I was close to exploding. I could feel the familiar pulsing and contractions.

“God! Suck me, Blaise!” I breathed grabbing his head with both hands and dropping my head to put my forehead on the top of his. “I’m about to explode!”

The next thing I felt was the back of his throat. I caught my breath audibly. He began sucking me as if he was pulling my life from me. His tongue swirled and tickled my shaft with a life of its own. It was an intense, amazing feeling, new and wonderful. He’d never attacked me so intensely, so wantonly. I’m not sure he cared so much about how he was making me feel in that instant, as he was about fulfilling his own desire for a forceful injection of my sperm.

All I could do was push my hips and meat as forcefully into his face as I could and hold them there with my fingers wrapped tightly around the back of his head. He continued sucking and working his tongue and throat muscles on my shaft and glans.

My grunts now were high-pitched, loud and uncontrolled. For the first time in our relationship I felt like I was completely out of control. He held my pleasure, my life in his hands, in his mouth. My entire being was focused on what his mouth was doing to me and I had no control. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t hold back.

My explosion was just that. It felt like the end of my cock blew off and emptied my entire being into Blaise’s mouth and throat. It felt like minutes passed before I finally finished pumping cum, sperm, life into this man’s body. My breathing was ragged, my body drenched in sweat. My knees were weak and my abs were sore and tight.

Finally, I found the presence of mind to turn and drop to the bench beside the master of my cock. I still could feel some of his cum dripping from my abused hole. I liked that feeling, as well.

But, I also felt his saliva drying on my quickly dying cock. A tiny bit of cum coating its surface. Most had been consumed by my lover.

“Mmh,” I moaned after a long time, still breathless. “That was great. There’s something special about outside sex.”

A while later, after my breathing had returned to normal, I walked back out into the pond an dove in. I swam back out as far as I could go without resting. I turned and saw Blaise watching me from a greater distance than normal. He was starting to get dressed as he watched me.

 I swam back in and walked up the ramp. He was completely dressed by then and handed me my towel. A few minutes later, we were talking in my master bathroom as I showered.

“I’m going to call the electrician tomorrow and see when he can come take a look at the back yard and pond,” I said. “Do you want to be here?”

“No. Why?”

“I don’t know. It just seems like I should give you the option,” I said. “I don’t know how you might feel about me meeting with another gay man - .”

“If you’re worried about me being jealous, don’t be,” Blaise said. “I already told you to do whatever you need to do get the best price you can. It won’t bother me if you have to give him a private show or even some other benefits - within reason. I’m pretty secure in our relationship.”

“OK,” I replied, stepping out of the shower. “I just wanted to make sure you were good with it. I want to be completely transparent.”

“We’re good. Do what you have to do. I know you won’t, but I have to say, don’t let him manipulate you into anything. Just be safe and have fun.”

Monday was Labor Day. So, I waited until after the morning deadline Tuesday to call Bobby, the electrician who had enjoyed at least one of my shows.

When he answered, I started to introduce myself.

“Is this A?” he asked excitedly. “I’d know that voice anywhere.”

“Great!” I said. “Look, I was calling to see if you could give me some professional advice.

“I need some electrical work done.”

He met me at the Lodge late the next day. He was a large, burly guy, about ten years older than me. He had a rough beard and large, tight belly. The size of his arms matched the rest of his body. He looked like he could squeeze me in two. He told me his closest friends called him Bobby the Bear.

Bobby was very happy to meet with me, seeming almost star-struck. I imagined I looked quite a bit different in jeans and a button-down. But, in a couple minutes, he was all business.

I showed him around the back yard where I wanted lighting on the fence and the garage. Then, I took him back to the pond to show him what I wanted at the deck. He took a few measurements and checked the existing electrical system.

I sat on the back porch waiting while Bobby spent about ten minutes going over his notes and doing some math. When he finally came around the corner, I was shirtless and reclining back on the porch. He stopped short and seemed a little surprised when he saw me.

“You want a beer?” I asked, extending an open bottle to him.

“Thanks!” He was clearly surprised and happy at the offer. At first, I assumed he just didn’t get such an offer from many clients. Later I realized he probably felt my hospitality included some kind of special favor.

I sat up and affected a fairly suggestive pose with my legs spread and most of my bare torso on display. When he spoke his eyes were scanning my body lustily.

“OK,” he said, sounding a bit nervous. “I can do it. But, it’ll have to be on a weekend if you want it done before October. It’ll only take a couple days. So, a Saturday and Sunday should cover it unless you want to break it into two weeks.

“For you, my labor’s always free. But, the parts and stuff is going to be about $500.”

“Well.” I said. “I guess, that isn’t bad.”

I slowly began fondling my crotch through my jeans as I talked.

“But, don’t you think you can do a little better, Bear? I mean, is there something I can do to get a better price from you?”

His eyes were glued to my hand as I popped the button on my jeans. He gasped almost imperceptibly.

“How would you feel about a free show?”

“That would be -- nice.” Bobby was almost drooling. My jeans were open wide enough to show him I had nothing under them.

“How much of a discount is watching me jack off worth?”

“Uh - I don’t know. Half, maybe.”

“What if I let you watch now and spend that weekend while you work in one of my thongs?” I was handling my cock just inside my jeans. It was almost in view.

“That should get you a bigger discount.” He still hadn’t taken his eyes off my groin.

“Will you be working alone?” I asked.

“I have an kid I can bring with me,” he said almost in a trance. “He’s -- one of us. Y'know? But, I still have to pay him.”

“Do you think he’d enjoy my shows, Bear? Would he like seeing me like this or stroking my cock for you? Would you two like to watch me cum just for you? You could even enjoy yourselves in ways you can’t at my regular shows.”

His eyes finally jumped to mine.

“That would be worth a big discount,” he said breathless.

“If it’s worth something to you, Bear,” I said, “the three of us could have our own little circle jerk. Maybe it’ll turn into more.”

“Free!” he said in a whisper that was both whisper and scream at once. “If you let us jack off with you, it’s free, all free.”

“How soon can you do it? It’ll have to be one of my off-weeks. So, I don’t have to rush to get ready for a show.”

“I’ll see if Jimmy can do it this Saturday.”

“That’s great,” I said, pushing my jeans down to release my nearly hard cock. “And, for that, Bear, how about a little touch?”

“Really?!” His eyes were wide, nearly popping from his head.

I was stroking my meat as he stepped toward me. When he was close enough he bent down. I grabbed his wrist and brought his thick sun-brown hand down to my growing cock. He extended his fingers gingerly as if he was scared to touch it. I pushed my hips up to meet his fingertips. He didn’t move his hand. So, I began thrusting my hips to stroke my hard cock along his extended fingers.

I moaned and bit my lip as if his touch was pure pleasure.

“Is this getting you hard, Bear? Is your cock hard?” I asked.

“Yes. God! You’re so -- . God! I’m going to cum in my pants!”

“Let’s wait till Saturday, Bear. Then we’ll all cum together,” I said.

“Yeah,” Bobby said. “I’ll make sure Jimmy can make it. No matter what.”

“I’ll see you then, Bear,” I said, still stroking my dick. “And, you’ll be sure to see me, too.”

Early Saturday morning a rough pick-up truck pulled into the driveway. Bear and a young kid about 18 - I hoped - got out and walked to the front door. True to my word, I greeted them in a pair of blue trunks and made sure to spend some time in the yard as they worked.

After lunch the trunks came off and I brought them beers and stood watching them work in just a thong for a while. It was noticeably more difficult for them to get anything done as they continually tried to sneak quick looks at my near-naked body. The kid, Jimmy, especially was terrible at hiding his over-arching desire to stare at me. I brought them drinks and helped out whenever they needed another pair of hands. I had learned some basic household wiring in a high school shop class. So, I understood what was going on. They actually seemed impressed by my knowledge.

They completed the back yard lighting Saturday and were ready to run the line to the pond by the time they had to leave. It would only take a little over an hour to finish at the pond Sunday, Bear said. That gave me plenty of time to earn my discount when they finished up.

They showed up at 8 a.m. Sunday ready to work and to see me nearly naked again. I gave them an extra special show as they worked on the deck. I stripped off my thong and walked into the pond and swam around for a while. Every time I looked back to shore, they were standing staring at me. I made sure to do a lot of diving, giving them a view of my bare ass on the surface of the water for just a second. Eventually, I walked back up the ramp wet and naked.

“I’ll just wait here until you boys finish since it looks like you’re nearly done,” I said.

I sat naked on the deck looking out at the pond occasionally stroking myself. Within 30 minutes, they declared they were done and just needed to test everything. While they did that, I slipped on my boat shows and walked naked through the woods to the house to get a cooler of beer. When I returned to the pond, they had satisfied looks on their faces as everything worked as designed. I had lights around the back yard fence, on the garage, and separate lights at the pond and working outlets all around. There were even some understated mood lights under the deck for a romantic setting.

I asked if they wanted to go for a swim to cool off. They both agreed if I was going to be in the water with them. Bear, true to his name, was covered in hair. His dick, though was pretty small. When he stripped down after having been ogling me for a while he appeared to be as hard as he could get and was only a few sparse inches long. He reminded me of Leyendecker’s paintings of cherubs with their big bellies and small penises. His assistant, on the other hand, at least had a good six inches of pretty thick meat hanging between his young thighs.

We swam out a bit and back in. Standing on the ramp with the water at about chest height I reached out and lightly touched both of them. At first they were limp in the cool water. In seconds after feeling my fingers on them, they sprang to attention, both confirming my suspicions about their true size. Bear grew a bit larger when really erect. Jimmy, on the other hand, barely changed size at all.

“How old are you, Jimmy?” I asked. “How many laws am I breaking by holding your cock right now?"

“I turned 18 last month, Sir,” he said, nervously.

“That’ll do,” I said as I began stroking both of them underwater.

I alternated between playing with one set of balls and then the other as I stroked the opposite cock for several minutes. My own dick was straining against its own skin.

“Touch me, Bear,” I said, trying to sound desperate, passionate. “Jimmy, play with my balls.”

Bear’s heavy, rough hand engulfed my hard cock. The look of awe on his face was priceless. But, Jimmy’s face when he touched my balls defied description. He looked shocked or completely unable to comprehend what was happening.

I quickly stroked both of them to full throbbing erections before rolling my palms over their respective cock heads in unison, making them both gasp and tense up in the same instant.

“Kiss each other,” I demanded. “Make love to each other through me.”

They turned and began a passionate make-out session while their hands remained on me. I could feel the change in attitude through their hands. They really were making love to each other. My dick and balls were the go-between. I was a now-invisible third party to their love making.

With each stroke, I pulled their shafts hard enough to pull them toward me and then rolled over their heads. I watched as they both lost control and began twitching and pulsing with each pull and roll. In seconds they both gasped, cried out and shot heavy loads into the pond. Their heads dropped simultaneously to the other’s shoulder as they came, both breathing heavily into the other’s skin. Against their wishes, I milked them both until they were empty and limp.

Neither of them had moved a muscle on my dick or balls since they first touched me. I walked them back to the deck. I lay down and had Bear lay on one side and Jimmy on the other.

“Stroke me, Bear,” I commanded. “Massage my balls, Jimmy. Make me cum on your hands.”

They seemed a little clumsy, not knowing how to treat someone new. Or, maybe it had to do with their perception of me as some kind of celebrity. I don’t know. But, it took a few minutes for them to get any kind of response from my body. Eventually, I felt something beginning and started thrusting my hips into their hands. In another few minutes I finally came, spraying cum on to my belly and their hands.

“Now, lick me off your hands,” I demanded. “Eat my cum!”

They did so eagerly and were breathing harder than I was. But, the whole time their eyes were locked on each other. I didn’t really exist between them.

When they finished, I walked down into the pond to rinse off. They watched me like something divine as I emerged from the water, naked and limp.

We all dried off and they dressed as I drank another beer sitting naked by the pond.

I remained naked as they gathered their tools and left-over supplies.

“Thank you so much, Bear!” I said. “I’ll tell Blaise that you two get a free pass this Saturday. But, only if you bring Jimmy with you, Bear. Jimmy’s your ticket in.”

“Oh, I will,” Bear said.

“I won’t miss it,” Jimmy said as he got into Bear’s truck.

I showered, put on my red thong under my jeans and headed to Blaise’s house around 5, stopping on the way to pick up a couple subs for dinner. I stripped to just the thong and joined B on the couch.

While we ate I described everything that happened at the Lodge in every lurid detail. Blaise hung on every word. I could see he was rock hard by the time I finished my report. Blaise explained that a “bear” in gay culture was a large man with lots of hair exactly like I’d described Bobby the Bear.

I was a little surprised, but it turned out that he found some prurient pleasure in the stories of my illicit sex romps with men other than him. This might turn into something, I thought.

After cleaning up our dinner, I stripped and lay back on the end of the couch facing Blaise and began lightly rubbing over my smooth balls. I juggled them between my fingers and pulled on the loose skin a bit. My cock slowly grew as I continued massaging and squeezing my scrotum. As it grew, it arched upward and eventually began straightening itself, pointing to the bend of my left leg.

I let my fingertips glide up its length and back down to my taint over and over, causing more growth and an occasional throb or pulse at its base.

I was intently watching as the fingers of one hand pinched and pulled the skin of my frenulum off and on, increasing the intensity of sensation. My other hand was continuing to work on my sac and its swelling contents.

I suddenly realized my breathing had become heavier when I began stroking my shaft up and down slowly. I began squeezing my balls more and more tightly with my other hand.

Just as I saw the first drop of pre-cum appear, my eyes closed uncontrollably in ecstasy. I think I heard myself moan quietly.

When I opened my eyes, I found Blaise staring lustily at my quiet performance. I kept stroking myself, pinching and pulling my frenulum occasionally. A minute later I rolled my palm over my glans and the sensation made me catch my breath and tighten my abs and back.

My hips began bucking and rolling on their own as I was close to cumming. It had been a slow, dry, sensual massage that obviously was leading to an intense orgasm. As I continued, I could feel drops of pre-cum landing on my belly, lubricating my fingers.

I sped up my strokes and tightened my grip on my shaft between just my index and middle fingers on the underside and my thumb on top. I pulled my skin up and down a couple minutes. When I felt I was close I moved up and rolled my palm over my head, catching my breath again loudly. In only a few rolls I felt the throbbing begin. So, I switched back to a tight, three-finger stroke from the base to the frenulum. In seconds I was pumping streams of cum into the air and onto my stomach, moaning and grunting until I was empty and spent.

“Good God! That was so hot,” Blaise finally said. It sounded like he was breathing heavy himself. “You haven’t done that in a long time.

“I just about came myself.”

“Give me a minute and I’ll take care of that for you,” I said a little breathless.

He leaned over and began licking my cum off of me as I ran my fingers through his hair.