KEVIN’S SUMMER VACATION
By: Tickie
(Copyright 2006 by the author)
Editor: Radio Rancher
Re-write editor: Gerry Young

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Chapter 4
The Great Day

After Jerry left for work, I went back into the cabin and started putting my clothes away. Then I remembered I needed some things from town. The nearest town was about fifty miles away, so I figured I would just make a day of it.

I left the cabin, and headed for the office. Once inside, I found someone there.

"Hi, you must be Susan," I said.

"I sure am. Can I help you?"

“Yea, is Chris around?”

"Just a minute, I'll find him."

Just as she turned to go into the back room, Chris walked in and said, "Hi, Kevin; sorry about last night, but I had to take someone to the airport close to town.”

“That’s OK; don’t worry about it; there’ll be plenty of time while I’m here.”

"Chad was telling us about your fishing trip yesterday. He said you guys had a great time!” He grinned and winked at me.

“Sure did; can hardly wait for another! Oh, by the way, Chris, is there anything you need from town?”

He thought for a moment and then said, "Can’t think of anything. Why? You gonna be headed in that way?"

“Yeah, I just need to pick up a few things.”

“Rich said he needed a lift. Maybe you wouldn’t mind?”

“Who's Rich?”

"I told you about him the other day."

“You did? Oh, yeah; I remember now. All right, no problem; where can I find him? I'm gonna be leaving in just a few minutes.”

"I’ll get him for you; it won't take but a minute."  Chris went in one direction and I went in another.

Soon, he and Rich met me in the parking lot.  I was standing by my pick-up.

Chris spoke first, "Kevin, this is Rich; take good care of him; he’s our lifeguard, and we need his ... services ... around here.” He winked and grinned at me and slapped Rich on the butt.

“I seeeeeee,” I said with a little lilt in my voice. “We should be back by five or so!”

We said our good-byes, and Rich and I got in the cab of the truck and headed toward town.

After a couple of minutes, Rich said, "I’ll be staying in town tonight, so you won't have to wait for me. Where do you hail from, Kevin?”

“I live in Utah.”

“How long you planning on being here at the resort?”

“This is my first vacation alone, and I’m planning on spending a couple weeks here.”

After another moment or two of silence, while he was looking out the window, he said, “I was talking to Chad and heard that you two had quite a time yesterday.”

I just started laughing, and said, “News travels fast up here.”

"Well,” he said, turning back to me, “among us guys, it sure does!"

As we headed for town, I was wondering what was on his mind. Of course, that didn’t take much thinking.

Rich slid down in the seat and pretended to fall asleep. I just kept on driving, doing my best to watch the road, but kept glancing over to the bulge in his shorts; it seemed to be growing! Then I felt something on my leg, rubbing it very softly.

He said, "You don't mind, do you?"

"Be careful,” I murmured. “I’m driving."

“OK,” he replied. It wasn’t more than a couple of minutes later that he leaned toward me a little, changed hands and slid his right one under the cuff of my shorts; he reached my crotch, took hold of my soft penis, and gave it a tug. Of course, I immediately started getting hard when he touched me there.

Quickly looking at him and then back to the road, I said, "Why don't we just pull over somewhere out of sight."

“OK,” he said, “sounds good to me.” He pulled his hand out of my shorts.

As we pulled off the road, Rich was pulling off his shirt. I spotted a grove of trees and bushes that I hoped would hide the truck from view and pulled in behind the trees and stopped the engine.

Thumbing over my shoulder, I said, “There’s a mat back there that we could spread out in the back of the truck.”

"Quit talking, Kevin, and let’s get with it."

I pulled off my shirt, jumped out of the cab, and ran around and jumped into the back of the truck, then took off my shoes and socks. Rich was right behind me and jumped in after I did. He pulled off his shoes, and then started to pull off his shorts. I followed suit and pulled off my shorts as well.

Rich said, "Lets 69; OK?"

I lay on my back and Rich reached for my underwear as I reached for his. We both pulled off the other’s. As I slid his jockeys down, his pride started to appear. It was already hard. As the waistband cleared the tip, it sprang out and pointed straight toward my mouth.

Meanwhile, he was about ready to do the same thing to mine. I felt my wood spring out as he slipped my shorts off. Then I felt his warm mouth engulf my manhood, and, boy! did he start sucking!!!

I reached up, grabbed his hot hardon, and began sucking on it. We must have sucked for twenty minutes or more, and all at once Rich started to twitch and grown. He was built like a lifeguard with a small waist, but, as I sucked his manhood, he was twitching and sucking in his stomach.

As he let my tool slip out of his mouth, he said, "You sure know how to suck a mean cock; oh shit, do you ever! Don't stop! Shit, don't stop!" he pleaded.

As he was shooting his load into my mouth, I could feel myself reaching the edge. Oh, yeah! I was primed and ready to pop my cookies.

As he tugged and beat my cockmeat as hard as he could, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. I shot my load all over his chest and tits. I rose up and licked his tits, one at a time, until they both were clean.

Rich said, "Damn! That was great.  Wish we could spend more time out here, but I gotta get into town."

"No problem.  Get dressed, and we'll get a move on."

We got dressed, jumped back into the truck, and headed for town. As we got near the city limits, Rich said, "Can you just drop me off at the Post Office? I won't be going back until tomorrow; I'm off until Wednesday."

“OK,” I said as I pulled up in front of the building.

"Thanks for the lift and for … everything.” He grinned. “See you Wednesday."

I drove around town taking in the sights, and looked for a K-Mart or something like it. I found a discount store, so I bought some more clothes and some beer.

When I stopped for gas, I asked the guy what, if anything, was going on in town, today?

He said, “Not much, this time of year.”

I paid him, then decided to take a spin around town. Seeing a couple of cute guys walking the streets, I wondered what action might be in store for tonight. I sure hoped that Jerry would come by, or maybe Chris.

I got back to the lake at about 5:30 and went to the office to see if Chris was there. Sure enough, there he was, working on some books.

"Hi,” I said; “what the hell’re ya up to?"

He turned around and said, “Ohhh … about five-eleven, I guess – five feet tall, eleven inches long.”

I just stared at him, dumbfounded.  I didn’t expect that answer. 

He roared with laughter, seeing my expression.  Then I realized he was joking – acting like a smart-ass.  I stuck my tongue out at him and started laughing, too.

“Mostly …” he said, still laughing a bit, “… I was just waiting for you to get back.”  Then he became more serious. “How was your trip into town?”

“Oh, I suppose it was OK!” I replied nonchalantly.

"Doesn't sound like you had a very productive day."

“Well, I dropped Rich off, then picked up some beer, and that's about it. You coming by tonight, Chris?”

"No, sorry; I have too much work to do; tomorrow night for sure, though. OK?”

“No problem,” I answered. “Business is business!  I understand.  See ya later.”

“OK,” he said, starting to laugh again as he turned back to his paper work.

I left and headed for my cabin with an armload of beer and clothes. I figured SOMEbody would probably stop by later.

I had just put everything away, when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I yelled, and, no surprise, there stood Jerry.

He said, "I just got off work, and saw you come back to the cabin. I didn't see you around today."

“Oh, I went to town and picked up a few things … and some beer! No sodas; good, huh? Got anything planned for tonight?”

“Nothing special, unless … uhhh … you wanna give me some more lessons,” he said, with a twinkle in his eye.

“You wanna spend the night?”

“I don't want to be a pest!”

“I told you, ‘anytime,’ didn't I?”

“Yeah, but …”

“No ‘buts’ about it; if you want to stay, stay! I’m more than willin’!”

"Well, this swim suit is so dirty; I need to get a change from my cabin.”

“You can wash’em out here if you want to.”

“No. I'll just run back to my cabin and clean up and come back over.”

I told him as he left, “Don’t wear yourself out if you really want more lessons!” I chuckled.

He yelled back saying; "OK, I’ll see you later!"

I went up to the café and grabbed a bite to eat, figuring it would take Jerry an hour or so to get back. After finishing the meal, I hurried back to my cabin to wait for him.

As I got nearer, I saw that he was sitting on the front step, wearing a pair of cutoffs and a T-shirt, waiting for me.

“Hi!” we both said at the same time.  Then I said, “You beat me; I just went up to grab a bite.”

“I figured that's what you were doing,” he chimed in; “I grabbed a snack over at the cabin.”

Once we were inside, I offered him a beer.

“Thanks,” he said, taking a swig. “Sooo … what’re you going to teach me tonight?”

"We'll just have to wait and see what pops up!” I couldn’t help grinning like a mad man. For some reason, Jerry really turned me on.

He looked at me and then opened his cutoffs, exposing his ample man meat. "This is what popped up!"

”Ummmmm,” I responded and then smiled at him and said, “Just hold on to that delectable piece of tube-steak, and give me a chance to get cleaned up, but more than three shakes and you’re playing with it.  I want that pleasure all to myself!”

“OK,” he kinda blushed. “Are you gonna take a shower?”

“Yeah, once I get out of these clothes.”

I started taking off my shoes and socks, and then my shirt. I unbuckled my belt and started to pull off my shorts. Jerry came up behind me and grabbed them. He let them drop to the floor and then he slowly pulled my underwear off. After I stepped out of them, I turned around and saw that he was taking off his own clothes. I grinned as I said, “What are you doing now?”

“Well, I figured we could shower together if you don't mind.”

“Oh, God, Gerry, That is no problem at all!”

We both got in the shower, and Jerry's pleasure pointer was already pointing at the ceiling.

“Hold on,” I told him. “Don't get too excited. We’ve got plenty of time.”

I picked up the soap and started washing myself. He grabbed it out of my hand, and started washing my back, working his way down to my ass. Then he reached between my legs and soaped up my crack and balls. This turned me on, and my hangin’ organ hit some happy notes in no time.

Then I turned around and let him soap my front side. He grabbed my boy-toy first and lathered it good. Of course, he stroked it! It felt great! Then he started lathering my stomach as he paid special attention to my tits. I couldn’t believe how good it felt.

I told him to do the same to my belly button, since that makes me so very horny! He lathered up both his hands, and started working me over with his soft loving palms and fingers; it was almost like what I would imagine a sensual massage to be.

First he cleaned my erect member, and then my belly button. He really did a great job on my belly button. I couldn’t believe I could be that turned on just from his tender touch. My legs felt as if they were made of rubber, and my penis pulsed and jerked and jumped as if it were going to burst, it was so hard.

My entire body began twitching.

Jerry leaned in close and whispered, "You’re about ready to pop, aren't you?"  His hot, sweet breath tickled my ear.

“I sure am. You learn fast, don't you? Oh, shit, I can't stop, here it comes! Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhh,” I moaned as I tried to steady myself by throwing my arms around him and pulling our hot, shower-wet bodies together, shooting spurt after spurt of my love juice between us.

It took me a minute or so to recuperate.

‘Turn about’s fair play,’ I’ve always said, so then I grabbed the soap and told Jerry to turn around. I lathered his back and butt, and worked my hand between his legs. I grabbed his balls; he jumped, and then I turned him around. When I got him facing me I began washing his balls and his hot, already-twitching rod. I moved my hand up to his stomach, paying special attention to his belly button, which was deep-set like mine. I took my other hand and grabbed his back, pulling him against me, full-bodied, once more. I kissed him passionately, thrusting my tongue in his mouth. He almost passed out. I then pushed him back and worked on his man-meat again.

“I want you to fuck me in the ass with this,” I whispered in his ear.

"I can't,” he said with both longing and regret in his voice; “there's not enough room here in the shower."

“Don't worry; we’ll do it later.”

Jerry started to twitch and jerk, and I knew he was about to give out his load. So I pushed my finger deep into his belly button, and my other hand sped up its stroking of his cock. His knees gave way, and I had to hold him up by his tool. He started to moan, saying, "Oh fuck, it’s here, don't stop!" He just kept cumming and cumming.

Finally, he stopped shooting; we both washed the white sticky cum off us, and stepped out of the shower and into the main room to dry off.

Jerry picked up his underwear and put them on.

“Why in the world are you putting those back on?” I asked.

“If I don't, I'll have another hardon in no time.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Ok then. You got a point there.” With that, he pulled them back off, and tossed them on top of the other clothes. “I'll just stay naked for the rest of the night. What do you think?”

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Jerry ran for the bathroom, abandoning his clothes to the floor near the bed.

I yelled out, "Who is it?"

"It’s me … Chad."

“Just a minute. I gotta put something on.”

"Why do that? You ain't got nuttin’ I ain’t already seen," he teased.

Jerry leaned out of the bathroom and said, “Gimme something to put on, please?”

I whispered to him, “Just stay in there for about ten minutes, then sneak out and see what is going on, and join in if you want.”

“You sure about that?” he whispered back to me.

I nodded as I smiled and blew him a kiss.

He disappeared behind the bathroom door again, and I then unlocked the outer door and told Chad to come on in.

The door opened. Chad had a huge hungry-looking grin on his face as he closed and locked the door behind him. "Caught you coming out of the shower, huh?"

“Well sort of. What brings you by?”

“Well, I missed you today, and I figured your bed was softer than the beach.”

He started taking off his clothes – first, his T-shirt, then his trunks; his delicious-looking manhood was soft, like mine, at least for the moment, but we both knew that wouldn’t last for very long.

I looked at him and grinned. Then, sounding disappointed, I remarked, “You aren’t even ready yet?”

"We can take care of that real soon, can't we?" he asked.

“Sure can!” With that said, Chad jumped on the bed and grabbed his prong, stroked it several times until he had a roaring hardon.

Just watching and enjoying his little show, I started to play with mine, trying to get it to rise to the occasion. Chad got up and came over to where I was, turned me around, and then nudged me backward and onto the bed. My legs were bent at the knees. He spread them further apart, knelt down, and started sucking on my tube steak and meat balls. It didn't take long for my wiener to get as hard as a rock.

Before he could get me off, I pulled him onto the bed with me and we fucked around for a couple of minutes. Then I rolled him over onto his stomach and told him, “It’s your turn to get fucked in the ass; remember?”

"Have at it,” he said. “I can take it." He had a grin a mile wide plastered all over his face.

“Boy, do I ever have a surprise for you!”

I spread his legs, to expose his rosebud. His petals began to bloom. Lightly, I blew my hot breath on his winking, twitching hole.  He moaned with delight and reached back with both hands and spread his ass-cheeks further apart to make his rear-entrance more accessible to me.

For a brief moment, I plopped down on top of him as I retrieved a pillow from the head of the bed, then kneeled back up, folded the pillow in half, and thrust one hand under his balls and cock and lifted his hips off the bed.  Then I thrust the pillow under his crotch area, carefully making sure that his thick, stiff rod and tight balls came back and were visible between his legs and laying on top of the white cotton material.  And then …

…Then I held my prong, and slowly … easily! … inserted it into his hole. I couldn’t believe that he’d already greased himself. 

I didn’t need to push hard. His hole gave way as I slid my stiff, throbbing cock inside his fuck tunnel, until MY balls were banging HIS balls AND his cock. Chad gave out a loud sigh-like moan and twitched his ass and hips again and again. Then I started long-fucking him, slowly and deeply.

Jerry had heard everything, so he slipped out of the bathroom. I looked at him, and … shit! That little fucker had a roaring fucking hardon … again!

Chad had his head turned away from the bathroom, so he didn't see Jerry yet. I was still fucking Chad's ass when I nodded for Jerry to move closer. He sat in the chair, with a clear view of my crotch and Chad's rosebud and other equipment. I just kept pumping and grinding, torturously slow and deep.

Chad said, “That sure feels good, man; but can’tcha speed it up a little?”  I heard a deep, slow breath being inhaled through his clenched teeth.

“Just a second, I have to catch my breath.” I lay down on top of his back so that my hands were free, waved Jerry over to the bed, and pointed to my rosebud. He had been playing with himself and was ready for action.

Jerry mouthed, “OK,” and gently started to get on the bed with Chad and me.

I said, “Are you ready for the surprise I promised you, Chad?”

“Sure; what is it? Oh, fuck that shit; I don’t care what it is, just sock it to me, baby!”  He sounded desperate. Jerry and I, both, tried to conceal our laughter.

Jerry jumped on the bed and pushed his manhood into my love-chute. It went in easily, all the way to the hilt. Chad was pushed toward the head of the bed a bit, as Jerry forced his manhood into me, which of course forced my cock deeper into Chad, sending him forward.

Chad moaned out loud, asking, “Who the fuck is that?”

“It’s the shy kid!”

“You mean Jerry?”

“Yeah, he ain't shy no more!”

“Hell!” Chad exclaimed. “Bring it on!  The more, the merrier!”

I had a hard time getting Jerry in sequence with my fucking, but eventually, though, he caught on, and we were both banging away on Chad. I felt that old thrill building up inside my gut.

I knew I couldn't hold out much longer, and I could feel Jerry's stomach muscles twitching again, so I knew that we both were ready. I think Chad had already shot his load on the pillow and the bedspread.

I heard Jerry start gasping for air. He let out a groan and said, "Oh, Kevin, I can't hold back any longer; I'm gonna pump my load up your ass; OK? Is that OK with you?”

“Why ask me? Just do it like you did yesterday!”

Jerry yelled, “Fuck! Here it cums! What a feeling! What a feeling! Oh, God! This is the first time I ever fucked someone,” he screamed.

As soon as Jerry's hot cum shot up my ass, my legs gave out, and I fell onto Chad's back. At the same time, I started filling his ass with my cum. Oh, fuck! It felt so damned good! I had to lie there on top of Chad, and Jerry was still on top of me, for a minute or so.

‘It ain’t so bad being the middle of a sandwich.  It ain’t so bad at all!’ I thought.

Finally, we all became disconnected with a couple of juicy, noisy plops. I rolled to Chad’s right and onto my back as Jerry rolled to my left and snuggled up against me in a gentle but passionate hug.

I sure was glad it was a Double and not a Twin Bed.

Soft moans and groans of satisfied contentment came from all three of us.  Whew!

To be continued…