Gary's Summer Interlude
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 7
The Partiers

Two hours later, when the deputies left, Ryan carried two loads from Zack and one from Kevin Harper.   Gary carried two loads from Kevin and one from Zack.  And Josh carried two loads from Patrick.  Gary had been thrilled to see Zack again as he was one of the sexiest dudes Gary had had the privilege of bonding with.  They had little time for conversation but Zack did congratulate him on his election to the Deputy Boys and promised frequent fucks when Gary got to Asheville.  Unfortunately, Zack would be spending the Fourth with his family so would have to miss the party.

 When the sheriff’s car pulled away, Josh and Patrick took the boys into the kitchen for a glass of water and a short conversation.  They revealed to Ryan that it had all been set up for his benefit.  He was shocked and disbelieving, then he was slightly embarrassed and miffed at being duped but, ultimately, he saw the humor in the whole prank.  “In the end…,” he said.

Josh laughed.  Interrupting, he said, “Do you mean, in your end?”

Everyone laughed.  “That, too,” Ryan said.  “But, seriously, I think the idea of being dominated by a gorgeous man in uniform added a lot to the experience.  Had it been a more standard fuck, it would have been wonderful, but maybe not quite as extreme.”

“Yes,” said Patrick.  “When a fantasy comes true, even one you didn’t know you had, it adds an extra oomph to the sexual aspects.”

“Well, thanks for that,” Ryan said with a smile.  “I’m new at this man-to-man sex, but that was absolutely mind-blowing.  I will never forget being fucked by a sheriff’s deputy so I wouldn’t have to go to jail!”  He laughed heartily.  “You all played your parts very well.”

Gary patted his arm.  “I hope you don’t mind being the butt…of the…joke.”  Gary guffawed, spewing spit across his arm.  Everyone screamed in mirth at his barb.

“Asshole!” Ryan said good-naturedly.

“That, too!” Josh said.

Everyone howled at Gary’s expense this time.

Finally, everyone settled down.  “Seriously, Ryan,” Patrick said.  “We are so glad you’re with us.  You’ll always be welcome here.”

“Absolutely!” added Josh.

“Due to the late hour, breakfast will be served promptly at 11 tomorrow,” Josh said.  “Please, sleep well.  Tomorrow will be even sexier than tonight was.”

“Wow!” Ryan exclaimed.   

******* 

Back at the guest house, which they nick-named Tara, Ryan and Gary filled the Jacuzzi tub with the hottest water they could stand and climbed in, allowing the warm water to soothe their well-used bums.

“After all that, are you doing okay?” Gary asked his friend.

Ryan thought for a moment.  “Yeah, I’m good.”  He paused for another moment.  “My body feels a little tired, but I think my ass is okay.”

“I have to say, Ryan, you really amaze me.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, for a guy who actually prefers topping to bottoming, you are one hell of a bottom.  I mean, you took a major pounding tonight.  And you took quite a bit from Bob and Antonio at the graduation party and then you’ve taken several tops at the hunting cabin.”

“You know, Gary.  If anything bothers me at all about tonight, it’s that I absolutely loved bottoming for all those guys, but especially Deputy Zack.”

“He’s spectacular, isn’t he?”

“Oh, God, yes!”

“It’s a combination of things, I think.  His handsome face, incredible body, big ole dick…”

“I know, Gary.  For me, maybe even more than that, it’s his self-confidence, his kind and considerate control.  He’s just naturally in charge.  He knows it.  And you know it.”

“That’s true, babe.  Nothing makes me want to spread my legs like a hot man who takes charge of me and just takes what he wants.  Oh man!”  He fanned himself in a deliberately feminine way.

“You got that right!”

“So, why does it bother you that you loved bottoming for him?”

“Well, I think of myself as a top.  I mean, I’m a straight guy.  At least, I think I am.  But how can I be straight if I would rather take deputy dick up my ass than fuck a girl?”

“Wow.  I see what you mean.  Maybe you’re more bi than straight.  I think we’re all sort of bi.  I mean, all of us, well, not Josh and Patrick, but all the rest of us seem to plan to settle down with a girl someday, right?  Zack is married and has a couple of kids.  We all like women, but we like the intense, amazing sex we get with men.”

“That seems to describe me.”

“Hell, I love sex with men way more than the sex I’ve had with women.  And I don’t really even like to top.  But give me a hard 8” to 10” hanging on a hot guy and I want him drilling me.  For a while I thought I was gay, but then I realized I liked being with Lauren, too.”

“It’s all pretty confusing,” Ryan moaned.

“My advice is to give yourself a lot of time.  Why do you need a label anyway?  Just be you, fucking whoever you want whenever you want however you want.”

“You’re a smart dude, Gary!”

“For the record, you are a very fine top, too.  I love when you fuck me.  It feels awesome and you also make me feel safe and cared for.  Please don’t give up topping, no matter how much you like to bottom.”

“Well, if I can have a super-bottom like you, I’ll never quit topping!”

The jacuzzi shut off.

“It’s late,” Gary said.  “Let’s shower and hit the sack.  We can talk more on the drive home Tuesday.”

After a shower together, Gary and Ryan turned in quickly.  In actual fact, they only slept on half of the big bed because they spooned all night.  For the first few hours, Ryan held Gary in his arms with his big prick pushed into Gary’s crack, snug against his butt and ballsac.  Sometime in the night, they turned over so that Gary was behind Ryan.  Gary put his arm over his friend and held his cock until Josh woke them about 10:30 with coffee on a tray.

 *******

The boys from Sylva and their Asheville hosts enjoyed a big, nourishing brunch, went over the schedule and duties for the afternoon, got everything set up for the pool party, and then retired to their respective boudoirs to rest and prepare their bodies for the day’s events.  Gary and Ryan spent about 45 minutes lying in bed together, kissing a bit but not making out.  They held each other and were comforted and relaxed by the presence of the other in such a calm but sensuous moment.  Eventually they decided they needed to begin their preparation.  Each of them took an enema followed by two full and complete rinses.  When the second rinse was not totally clean, they took a third.  This time the rinse water was as clean as tap water so they moved on to a joint shower, gently washing each other’s bodies, rubbing and caressing until they were thoroughly cleaned and relaxed.

Patrick had instructed them to wear nothing but the sexiest pair of Speedos each could find in the swimsuit drawer.  Ryan came up with a Speedo-like suit that was a royal blue mesh all the way around except for a front panel that was a thin white nylon.  Gary gasped when he saw the beautiful Aussie body in the suit.  The mesh showed Ryan’s ass in a mesmerizing vision of firm ass-flesh curving into a deep valley full of promise for any horny top man.  The white panel in front showed every detail of the topography of Ryan’s impressive manmeat, including the flare of his cut foreskin.  His generous balls were cupped and pushed forward by a band of ticking that fell just behind the sac. 

“Holy shit!” Gary exclaimed.  “You don’t know how jealous I am!”

Ryan laughed with relief that apparently this was a good choice.  “You don’t think it’s too extreme?”  He craned his neck to check out his rump in the full-length mirror.

“Honey,” Gary giggled, “it’s too extreme for any possible situation…”  He paused for dramatic emphasis.  “Except this one.”

Ryan grinned.  “Yeah?”

“Perfect!  It’s the perfect suit and you have the perfect goods to pull it off.”

“So what are you going to wear?” Ryan asked.

Gary pulled out a bright red Speedo that featured a white star on the back and another on the crotch.  “What do you think?”

“Fits the Fourth of July theme,” Ryan said.  “Put it on.  Let’s see how it fits.”

Gary stepped into the suit and pulled it into place.  It was so low in front that a half inch strip of his pubes lay along the top of the elastic.  The front star was filled out well even by his modest package.

“Wow!” Ryan said.  “The star definitely pulls your eyes so there’s no way someone can avoid checking out your basket.”

“I’m not sure that’s so good,” Gary said dubiously.

“It is, baby.  You look very good in those.  Trust me.”

Gary spun around.  “How’s the back?”

“Oh!” Ryan cried out.  “That seam up your crack really shows off your incredible bubble butt.  And the star draws your eye right to the spot where we all know your rosebud is.  No question anyone with a breath will instantly want to drive his cock right into your ass.”

“Wow!” Gary said.  “I guess that’s the point, huh?”

“Drive the guests crazy with lust!”

Both young men laughed.  “Yeah,” Gary said.

“Well,” Ryan said, “let’s see if management likes our choices.”

Management (Josh) said, “Oh my God!  The only thing sexier would be my dick in your asses!”

Management (Patrick) said, “Is there a way I can fuck you both at the same time?”

Management (Josh) looked hot, too, in a Speedo with red and white stripes across the back and a deep blue front covered in white stars.  Management (Patrick) wore a little suit made of neon orange terrycloth with a seam in the front that allowed his big mound of junk to jut out a bit from his body.  In that suit, there was no doubt this manager was carrying major meat.  Management rewarded the staff with a joint to smoke to put them in a mellow mood before the first guests arrived.

Music was playing from the stereo as they finished setting food trays around the patio and getting several ice chests placed around, too.  Ryan spent a few minutes familiarizing himself with the various wines and liquors behind the bar.

The guests would leave their clothes in one of the guest rooms in the house when they arrived and then come to the patio, or “Party Zone.”

About five minutes before two, the first guest arrived.  He was Bobby Park, a full-blooded Korean who came to the U.S. in 1949 at the age of two when his parents left the country to avoid the conflict they could see developing.  He was Gary’s height and slender in the typical Asian body structure with straight black hair and dark brown eyes.  He was handsome and hairless below his head.  He wore nothing but a neon green string bikini that showed off his nice, round ass by not quite covering it fully.  Today he didn’t look the part, but he was a high school science teacher in Elizabeth City, which was in the far northeast corner of North Carolina, near but not on the beaches.  Josh informed the boys that today was Bobby’s thirtieth birthday.  “That explains the cake in the fridge,” Gary smiled.

******* 

A few minutes later Mel Cornwall (pictured) arrived.  He would graduate from UNCA in December with a BS in Chemistry.  He was about an inch taller than Gary and a couple of inches thicker in the middle.  He was trim with well-defined, but not overly-developed muscles on his chest and arms.  Gary loved his long auburn hair worn in a short pony tail.  Reddish skin and green eyes with light body hair combined to make him a very attractive young man.  He wore a boxer-style suit that was patterned after the U.S. flag, but which, to Gary’s disappointment, tended to hide the details of his crotch and ass.  Patrick had mentioned that Mel was a cock-hound and would help them with the oral round robin planned to begin the sexual part of the party.

Moments after Mel came onto the patio, two other men arrived together.  When Josh introduced Milt Godfrey (pictured) and Jacob Smalley, he noted they were two of the pledges in the first pledge class in 1964.  “Then you must know Ivan, Clint, and Zack,” Gary said. 

“Oh, very well,” Milt said.  “Great guys!”

“They interviewed me!” Gary said proudly.

“Wonderful,” Milt said, before adding suggestively, “I’ll bet after that interview you couldn’t sit down for a week.”

Gary knew exactly what Milt meant by that.  “They’re three guys who are quite big in exactly the right place, I’ll give you that.  But,” he added suggestively, too, “I’ve been well-trained to handle horse cocks.”

“Fuck!” Milt said as he began to blush slightly.

Milt was a tall, strong and rugged outdoor-type who actually owned and operated a tobacco farm outside Goldsboro, North Carolina, about three hundred miles east of Asheville.  He was married to Lila and they had six-year-old and five-year-old sons and a two-year-old daughter.  He wore a boxer-style swimsuit that matched his hazel eyes.  His brown hair had a sprinkling of gray in his temples and the hair on his chest also contained a few errant gray hairs.  Under these hairs, his chest was broad and thick befitting a farmer.  In summary, Milt was an attractive and very masculine man approaching middle age in a strong and commanding way.  Gary looked forward to getting better acquainted with this man.

Jacob was Jewish Canadian, originally from Ottawa, with dark hair and eyes.  He was a very handsome 31, hairy and about six feet tall with strong arms and pectorals as well as a flat stomach that hinted at a six pack.  He was married with a two-year-old daughter and was a chiropractor in St. Petersburg, Florida.  Gary couldn’t block a vision of himself lying on a table with Dr. Smalley folding, bending, caressing, stretching, and hugging him.  Just as the doctor was pulling his lab coat off, Gary shook himself to stop his wayward brain.

In a moment, Oscar Duarte (pictured) arrived.  He was a 29-year-old Mexican national who came to Houston in 1965 for his senior year in high school.  He was a bit shorter than Gary and stocky but solid.  He had slick gelled black hair, eyes so brown you couldn’t see the irises, and flawless, smooth café con leche skin Gary couldn’t stop staring at until he noticed a thick cock sitting in a tight white Speedo.  This handsome man was assistant manager of a bank branch in Lexington, Kentucky.  He was married to Ophelia, a nurse, who was pregnant with their first child.

Gary was thrilled when he saw Clint Koller come onto the patio with another hot guy.  He nudged Ryan and said, “Guy on the left,” referring to Clint, “was one of my interviewers.”

“Ooh, hot!  What was he like in bed?”

“Oh, baby, that man can fuck!  I had quite the daddy fantasy going.”

“I see why.”

“Gary!” Clint called and headed for him, bringing the other man with him.  As he embraced Gary, he fondled the bubble butt he had so thoroughly fucked during the interview a few weeks back.  “So good to see you!”

“You, too, Clint!”

Gary and Clint kissed passionately so, while they were busy, the other man introduced himself to Ryan.  “Hi, Rudy Morris from California.”  Rudy was a beauty, too, with black hair worn to shoulder length, long sideburns, and a bushy mustache to boot.  His dark eyes and handsome features gave him a very sexy persona overall.  His shaved body showed killer pecs and biceps along with abs that looked like a relief map of Venice and legs that looked like they could hold up a gondola.  He had so much going on, Ryan was afraid his brain was short-circuiting.  “I pledged with Patrick,” he said, so Ryan calculated his age at about 30.

Clint and Gary broke their lip-lock and completed the introductions.  Clint added that Rudy was a film producer in Hollywood, but no one thought to ask what kind of films he produced.  Clint had met Rudy’s plane at Charlotte’s Douglas International so they could ride over together.  Rudy was wearing a pair of the thin onionskin shorts.  They were a pale blue which made them almost disappear in the pool later when Rudy was swimming.  Gary noticed that Rudy had big hands and feet so he looked as closely as he could at the man’s crotch.  As he expected, when Rudy moved just so, you could see something flopping inside the shorts and it was obviously no goldfish caught in there.  Was it just his imagination or did his asshole twitch at Rudy’s touch?

Clint’s hairy body looked awesome in his Speedo which was dark green with bright yellow polka dots.  It was inadequate to keep Clint’s big prick covered and out of sight, especially after Gary’s kiss.

“Later, honey,” he said to Gary as he moved off into the testosterone-laden crowd.

“Damn,” Ryan exclaimed and then giggled.  “There are a lot of hung dudes by this pool!”

Moments later John Hanes arrived from Cookeville, Tennessee, where he managed a Denny’s restaurant.  John had graduated from UNCA only three years ago.  He was a couple of inches taller than Gary with nice, well-defined pecs over a flat tummy covered in a thick mat of brown hair that matched the hair on his head.  His blue eyes contrasted with the otherwise “tall, dark, and handsome” description.  As they talked, Gary noticed the front of John’s flower-covered boxer-style swimsuit begin to move, making the flowers look as if the wind was blowing through them.  Gary was starting to think this was going to be a very good party.

After John, three hot guys arrived together and captured Gary’s attention.  The first to be introduced to Gary and Ryan was Nick Pappas, who looked as Greek as Onassis and was the same height as Gary.  He was a 28-year-old weight lifter with a massive upper body, huge thighs, and no body fat anywhere.  He had amazing hair the color of onyx and just as shiny, slicked back in waves from his forehead.  Gary thought he probably shaved his chest as his arms and legs were pretty hairy, but his chest was bare.  Dark eyes looked at Gary from a gorgeous face with somewhat larger nose, a sexy cleft chin, and thick lips he would later learn were amazing to kiss.  Nick wore what appeared to be a bright yellow posing strap that left nothing much to the imagination.  Gary was impressed to learn that Nick was a financial analyst at the headquarters of Bank of America in nearby Charlotte.  He was married to Maria and they had twin daughters who just celebrated their first birthday.

With Nick was Miller Atherton, also 28, who was three inches taller, had dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a moderately hairy body.  He sported a very well-groomed beard and wore bookish-looking granny glasses.  He was handsome and sexy in a more natural way than the pumped-up Nick.  Miller was dressed in a boxer-style suit that looked like a night sky with fireworks shooting off all over it.  Gary snickered when he learned that Miller was a history professor at the University of Arkansas.  When Miller looked questioningly at Gary, the younger man explained, “Damn, I’d love to sit in the front row in your class.”

“I’d love that, too,” Miller answered.  “I have the uncanny ability to lecture and lust simultaneously without messing up the lecture.”

“I knew you’d be very talented, professor.”

“Don’t call me that.  Today I’m just a guy named Miller.”

“Correction,” Gary said.  “A hot guy named Miller.”

Miller smiled.  “You’re already at the head of your class, Gary.”

With Nick and Miller was a man whose body showed a few extra pounds, a rarity in Deputy Boys circles, Gary thought.  He was just taller than Gary but carried probably thirty more pounds.  He had a thicker, but not flabby, midsection and muscles that were toned but not very defined.  Patrick introduced him as Chris Flannigan, who was a chef at the Hilton Hotel in Washington, DC.  He had black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin with only a bit of body hair on his sternum and on his belly.  He wore a black Speedo with a pouch that suggested rather large balls were nestled therein.  When Gary focused on Chris’ face, he recognized that this was a very handsome man with a lovely white-toothed smile and eyes that seemed to dance with energy.  He was married, but had no children yet. 

When Nick, Miller, and Chris moved into the gaggle of other guests, Gary and Ryan were alone by the bar for a couple of minutes.  “Damn, Gary,” Ryan said quietly.  “These are some hot guys!”

“I know, Ryan!”  Gary’s gaze checked everyone out again.  “I want to fuck every one of them!”

“Me, too, but I expect it’s them’ll be doing the actual fucking.”  Ryan laughed.

Gary smiled at his friend and touched his arm.  “If there is a God!”

“We’d better get some drinks out there,” Ryan said.

“Yep.  How about giving me three white wines and three reds?  I’ll take those around with a few beers to get them started.”

Within a couple of minutes, they had built up a tray with wine and a couple of kinds of beer.  Gary had a good time offering the drinks to the guests.  He returned about ten minutes later with one unclaimed white wine and orders for a scotch and soda for Chris, a screwdriver for Oscar, and a coke for Mel. 

As Ryan made the drinks and Gary got a few more beers, they noticed a figure coming onto the patio from the den.  Both boys stopped everything as they scoped out one of the most beautiful Hispanics either of them had ever seen.  Just a glance from 25 feet away caused Gary’s cock to suddenly come to life as his body began showing his interest in this vision of sexy beauty.  “Fuck!” Ryan muttered almost under his breath.

“I will just die if he fucks me!” Gary said.

“I’ll die if he doesn’t fuck me,” Ryan countered.

Several of the guests called out, “Pablo!” 

“Guys!” he shouted, waving and dancing a little jig.  He had wavy dark hair gelled into place and a trim black mustache above the sensuous lips framing his million-watt smile.  Pablo was obviously of Hispanic ethnicity, but his skin seemed too light and his features a bit too European to be from Latin America.  He was 6’ tall and had a waist only an inch or so bigger than Gary’s.  His big muscles were very finely cut and, on his thinner frame, stood out like they were meant to be on a larger man.  On him, the whole effect was absolutely stunning. Pablo’s silver Speedo could not really contain his giant cock and balls and made it hard to look him in his gorgeous face.  Josh had a twinkle in his eye when he introduced Pablo to the boys.  He noted that Pablo was originally from Spain and that he had graduated from UNCA just a year ago and had moved to LA from Asheville. 

“You might have seen him playing the rookie baseball player who happens to be gay on the TV soap opera The Churning World or whatever,” Josh said with a smile.  “It’s the first openly gay character on a daytime soap, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Pablo stated confidently.  “I’m really grateful for the opportunity.”

Ryan shook his hand.  “I haven’t seen the show, but will definitely check it out.”

Holding his hand far too long, Pablo gave his award-winning and heart-melting smile to both boys, saying, “I plan to check you both out thoroughly this afternoon!”

Both boys blushed and mumbled “Please do” and “I hope so” as Pablo went off to say hello to the other guests.  “Would you look at that incredible ass,” Ryan muttered as Pablo walked away.  His cock announced that it found Pablo most exciting, too, and Ryan struggled to push it back into his tiny swimsuit as it quickly inflated.

The next hour or so was a relaxed time with the guests getting reacquainted with each other.  None of them seemed to be strangers.  It looked to Gary almost like a family reunion.  These guys were very relaxed together.  Seeing this made him glad he was getting into this group.  The boys from Sylva continued serving drinks, mostly beers, as the guys relaxed and some dipped in the pool.  At one point, Mel, Chris, John, and Nick were splashing around trying to dunk each other and generally touching all the muscles and skin on exhibit this afternoon.

Eventually Patrick came up to the boys and asked if they felt like giving the group a sexy dance.  They were expecting such a question and responded in the affirmative.  “How about getting into costume and then come out onto the porch?  I’ll get everyone settled around the patio in front of the porch and you can use it as your stage.”  He gave each of them a hit of X and suggested they take it immediately.

Gary and Ryan quietly walked back into Tara to get dressed so they could strip the clothes off.  They laughed together about the irony of all that.  Everyone had already seen them almost naked and now they would see them actually wearing shorts and shirts for a few minutes.

Meanwhile outside, Josh was handing out complimentary hits of X to the guests while Patrick collected their swimsuits.  By the time the dancers were ready, Patrick had everyone seated in a couple of rows curved around the patio and facing Tara’s front porch.  Everyone had a fresh drink while several of the guys passed joints up and down the rows. 

At a signal from Gary, Patrick got everyone’s attention.  “Josh and I are very glad you all made it to Asheville for our humble soiree.  We have brought in some outstanding talent from Sylva, which is about 50 miles west of here.  You’ve already seen Gary and Ryan, but you haven’t seen them in action yet.  They’ve agreed to give us an erotic dance to start off the more intimate portion of today’s party.  I’m sure you will all enjoy them immensely.”  The audience gave appreciative shouts.  “Hit the music, Josh!”  Patrick stepped off the porch/stage as Josh hit the button to bring the Bee Gees’ “You Should Be Dancing” out of the speakers. 

To be continued...

Posted: 06/11/2021