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The next morning, I was up by 9:30 AM and came down for breakfast. Mother had already been up and had hers, and was outside working in the backyard. She was an avid gardener and was very proud of the compliments she received from her friends. She’d already done her early morning watering and was moving the plethora of small trinkets and decorative statuary that adorned the back yard. I’d forgotten, but it was my morning to cut the grass. I didn’t mind doing the front yard—pretty much a straight shot and only 30 minutes or so. The backyard was a real challenge curving around all the bushes, flowerbeds, etc. Mowing was challenge enough, but the trimming—shit I hated that. My entire morning would be wiped out.

I was still tired from my play with Erik, but was thankful I didn’t have to answer any questions. I ate my breakfast in peace. My sister was still safely in bed and would be sure to stay there—at least until she heard the mower start up. Once she figured out she’d be exempted from anything that resembled work, she’d haul her lazy ass out of bed and head to her version of the breakfast troth.

It wasn’t really hot yet, so I hightailed it outside, pulling the mower out of the garage. I filled it with gas, checked the oil level, leaned over the fence to say “good morning” and that I would start on the front yard. Mother just acknowledged me, returned the “good morning” and went on with her inevitable weeding. Jesus—she had patience of a saint—at least when it came to her gardening. The grass was dry and not too long, so I was able to finish the front yard I record time—and only emptying the catcher bag twice. I was finished in 20 odd minutes, a bit ahead of normal schedule. I headed for the dreaded backyard—one thing—the sooner I got started on the beast—the sooner I’d be done and free for the afternoon.

“You got in pretty late last night didn’t you? She asked without looking up from weeding the bed.

Damn in addition to having eyes in the back of her head…she was equipped with radar and the auditory acuity of an elephant! “Night audit stuff, mom. We got a late night tourist rush and had to try to find them rooms, so we got a late start.” I explained. She didn’t answer, and I wasn’t about to volunteer anything more.

“Grass should all be dry, go ahead. I’m almost done here anyway.” She finally said. “Your sister up yet?” If she was looking for an argument—it wasn’t coming from me!

“She wasn’t when I left the kitchen. The mower probably might have waked her up.” I was confident the slime ball was probably chowing down on her cereal and toast. She was too lazy to make anything else. As my mother said when she was on her case, “someday she’d make her husband a fine door stop.”

I started in on the yard, after the obligatory “make sure you’re careful, and down mow down anything”. Mother finished and headed for the house. I was secretly hoping my sister was still in bed and would catch a dose of crap from mom. I kind of chuckled to myself and kept on mowing, then began thinking of college in the fall and my forthcoming freedom (of sorts). My thoughts turned to school and the ending of my late summer job, and then I was thinking about the money I’d “earned” last night. The though occurred to me I could maybe do this for both fun and profit, while not taking too much time away from my studies. Mom and dad were all about keeping my scholarship and getting high marks…they were against me having any sort of job—at least my freshman year. I decided I had a potential plan.

I finished mowing the yard and all the trimming by just a few minutes after noontime. Free at last…thank God almighty…

“Brian, dear…”

Shit, that meant trouble!

“Would you do your mother a big favor…and rinse off my car? I’ve got garden club this afternoon and it’s a big dusty.”

Dusty—my ass—she and my sister had been out in the country gravel roads earlier in the week in search of fresh tomatoes, corn and the like—raiding the local farm stands for fresh produce. The car was filthy! Oh well, no choice in the matter here if I wanted to have any sort of weekend ahead of me. Besides, it’d only take a half hour or so. I’d do hers and then rinse off mine too. The down side to all of this—I’d be lucky if I had an hour free before I had to go in to work. At least I’d have the entire weekend free.

I was still wiping off my car when mother with my sister in tow came out to the car. My sister was going to the garden club meeting? Shit, that was like coercing a professional wrestler into attending a ballet. The little bitch wanted something. “We’re leaving now. Barbie wants the car, so she’s dropping me off and picking me up later.” Not a bad thing, I thought to myself, it’ll be a cold day in hell before she ever gets to use mine again!

“Okay, I’ll be sure to lock up. Gotta be at work by three!” Then thinking on the fly, “Probably have to do some more night audit stuff again, cause I’m off the next two days.” Well, that would by me some time tonight—either at the motel—or on the gay circuit. Either way, I was in the mood…I was hot, sweaty from the yard and washing two cars—and I was horny as hell. I finished my car and went in the house to shower and relax. I got upstairs to my room and started to strip off my tank top and shorts. Just thinking about what might be in store later made me horny--really horny. I had a boner that was throbbing—begging to be coddled—caressed—bullshit—whacked off!

I was home alone—I was horny—I why not indulge myself? I lay back on the bed and started beating my meat. I was thinking of Erik last night, but also of Jason. Next thing I knew, I was fingering my hole…one finger, two fingers, then three. I got the rhythm down perfectly; I brought myself to the edge, and then slowed my rhythm down, savoring the feeling, then stopping to cool my jets… Hell, I had over an hour to play—no sense in rushing it. I got to thinking about having something more than just my fingers in my hole. I didn’t have any fake cock—I’d have to get me one of those—but for now what? Then I remembered mom’s trip to the country…bet she’d have something. I quickly ran stark naked down to the basement and checked out the bins and the old refrigerator there…bingo…there were cucumbers and carrots. I decided the cucumbers were out of the question, but the carrots were pretty big and I figured the largest one would do just fine.

On my way upstairs, I stopped off in the hall bathroom and found a jar of Vaseline. Bingo—I was all set! Back to my bed—time for some well deserved fun. I lubed up the carrot, while my dick got hard just anticipating its invasion. I pushed in the larger end with my hands gripped firmly around the tapered end. With a little imagination—it came alive—or my ass sure did. I resumed jacking with my other hand and brought myself quickly to critical mass. I caught my breath, then again. I played around with this routine for five more go rounds, but was just a bit over confident on the last one—I slipped over the edge. My dick erupted wildly—giving me a face full of my own jizz—hot, wet and fluid—not ropey or sticky today--one hell of a geyser if I say so myself. I left the carrot in its inserted position while I tongued the cum from around my lips and chin. I took my hand and spread what had fallen on my chest and belly around, feeling the warmth and slickness of it. Then I brought my hand to my face and did the same, spreading it around like a facial crême—drinking its odor—then licking off my fingers.

I was totally spent—blissfully finished—and loosing my carrot! It exited my ass with a noticeable plop as my sphincter slammed the doors shut. I sat up and quickly grabbed the carrot—damn it’d left a noticeable Vaseline stain on the bedspread. Shit. I got a washcloth and soap and did my best to take out the spot. When I was satisfied I’d done my level best, I headed for the shower. I was in and out, dried and dressed within 10 minutes. I’d carefully even washed the carrot, but then decided I’d not chance it—she’d never miss it—and I wouldn’t accidentally end up eating the damn thing. I ran it down the disposal. Case closed.

I got to work 15 minutes early. The general manager was there, nothing out of the ordinary, but there was also this new guy there seated the back office. The GM introduced me, “Brian, this is Curtis, he’s going to be taking over your position on the 3-11 shift. He’s starting today, and you’ll be working with him up until you leave for school.” I’ll be here all evening with you both. Actually, since you’ve been working late the past week, and since it’s Friday, maybe you’d like to take off early tonight, just as soon as the early evening rush’s over.”

Damn, this kid was cute, this was going to be sweet. But shit, that tight bastard was going to screw me out of several hours of the overtime I’d accumulated—at least 4 or so. Oh well, can’t act up or make an issue…he had me cold—right in front of the new guy. “Of course, if and when you’re set, just let me know. I haven’t anything planned—I was planning on working a full shift—but yeah, it’s Friday night and I can “wing it” in guess.”

“Good then. I’ve got some reports I’ve got to finish. I’ll leave you and Curtis to mind the store while I knock out the details. If you need me, just call.” And with that said, he headed down the stairs toward the lower banquet room and his personal office.

I set about showing Curtis the lay of the land, so to speak, and gleaning his personal information as we went. He was actually a year older than me and had had a rough year his first year in college. He’d partied too much and basically flunked out. His parents were furious and now he’d have to go to a local junior college and get his grades up if he would even have a shot at the university again. He was going to take less hours and work full time too. Well, if this guy was a party animal—I’d sure like to be at one of his parties! He was a knock out. He was a good 2 inches taller than me, very athletic and well built—not over done—just lanky but muscles in all the right places. Speaking of muscles, the black trousers he had on showed off what had to be a generous piece of equipment.

As was customary with newbees, Curtis was placed on the switchboard for starters. Now this afforded me ample ogling of his really firm, well formed ass, which when seated led up to a perfectly proportioned narrow V at his shoulders. Just watching him on the switchboard—something he took to like a duck to water—was interesting. Curtis had big hands and long fingers—basketball type fingers—I was sure he could “palm” a basketball easily. The early evening rush was very orderly and we got along just fine—no need to call the GM for help—besides I was able to talk with Curtis—as well as insuring a one or two more hours. I was on the clock until the GM said otherwise.

It had been just a little after 7 PM when Erik came out of the restaurant and called in at the front desk. “Who’s the new guy?” he asked. I was checking in a customer, so wasn’t in much of a position to elaborate other than to tell Erik his name was Curtis. From that point on, Erik spoke directly with Curtis, who was working switchboard anyway, asking to leave three wakeup calls. I thought this a bit strange, as Erik had said he had Friday and the entire weekend completely off. You might have thought Erik was the assistant GM, welcoming Curtis on board, etc. not too discreetly mentioning he was one of our best customers (he was) and his routines, etc. Fortunately the switchboard got busy and Erik just asked for his usual ice from the restaurant, whenever I got the chance, as the machines were already taxed.

Either this was an after thought—he’d just come out of the restaurant, or it was reconfirmation of an invitation. Anyway, I could use the tip money…and maybe something more. Then again, I was developing a real interest in Curtis…at least working here on a Friday night had its rewards…and with any luck…the rest of my tenure at the motel was going to be fun too. I just acknowledged him and told him I’d be around most likely a bit earlier tonight, the GM was in his office working and had volunteered to let me off early, but so far he hadn’t come up. Erik just smiled and said, ‘Whenever—I’ve probably got enough to see me through midnight.”

When Curtis and I had a breather, Curtis commented on Erik. “That’s one of your best customers—your regular? He’s one handsome guy. What’s he do?” I told him about Erik’s sales job with a medical equipment manufacturer and that he was here for an extended time, setting up a new divisional office here. Curtis was fascinated and eager to learn more…I figured a quick study of all facets of the motel’s operation. He was a naturally pleasant and witty guy—he was going to fit in just great. It was now 9:30 PM and I heard the GM’s voice echoing from the lower stairs.

“Hey, I thought you’d call me if you needed me?”

“Actually, sir, the night went really smooth, we’re all checked in and the house is full. Not even any stragglers tonight.” I proudly announced, then decided I’d add a bit of concern, “And we didn’t want to interrupt your finishing your reports, either.”

“Thanks guys,” actually I just finished the reports and next week’s planner too. I’ve even had dinner sent down. I’m all set. Brian, you’re free to go if you want, just close out your shift early, and I’ll take if from here—and mark yourself down for the full 8 hours.”

I didn’t know if this little show was for Curtis’ benefit, but who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth? I was out of there within 10 minutes. The restaurant wasn’t even closed yet, so I just went in and got the ice—in a disposable paper bucket this time, got my keys and headed for my car. I pulled out of the parking lot and headed for home—at least so the GM could see me go. I turned around in the Target Stores parking lot, and came in the back way, parking on the far end. Surely the GM wouldn’t see my car there—even if he did take a quick stroll once the night auditor came on duty.

I knocked on Erik’s door, which he opened almost immediately. He was very much alive—not plowed as I thought he might be by now. He just had on his boxer-briefs—with an unmistakable bulge. I walked right in and swiftly closed the door behind me.

“You’re a bit early aren’t you? You’re not going to stay and have a drink with me?” Erik was genuinely concerned.

“Actually, I’m already off. The GM’s taking a look at the new guy, and he sent me home early with full pay. That’s a first.”

“Well, then, get yourself a glass. I’ve got some beer too if you don’t want any hard stuff.”

To be truthful, I was a bit skittish about having the car parked and the GM still on the premises, so I accepted the beer, figuring one wouldn’t hurt and it’d probably wear off before I would be leaving anyway. The beer felt great and I was thirsty from a night of talking with customers. I actually had a second. I could definitely begin to feel the beer’s effects—not used to be drinking. I just felt more relaxed and good. Erik excused himself and used the toilet. After hearing him flush, Erik came out in the nude with a visibly enlarged dick, making it crystal clear what he had in mind in the way of conversation. I just shed my shirt, shoes and slacks and sat next to him in my Jockey’s. He started nuzzling the side of my face. He had more than a Five o’clock shadow—it felt like sandpaper.

His hands found the waistband of my Jockey’s and he generously helped me out of them. I too was hard and primed for action. He leaned back on the bed, I turned and pounced on him, pressing our chests and cocks against each other. God, Erik felt good. I was at first a bit worried, taking into consideration my afternoon’s self serving entertainment, but not to worry, I was hard and horny as ever. We simply bypassed the foreplay and went for it. This time, I fucked him first. Erik was really up for it, as he came before I did—and without even touching himself. I collapsed on top of his sticky chest and we bucked around in his cum—enough to set me off a second time—flying my load between us. Erik pushed me up and pulled me forward and licked my cock clean—something I really didn’t enjoy—too much of a good thing—way to sensitive—I was squirming and going nuts—Erik knew he had me and was loving it.

The only way I was able to beg my release from this divine torture, was to park my ass at the tip of his hardening cockhead…mock begging to be fucked. Erik readily obliged and drove right on in—full speed and full tilt until he blew his second load. Just as there was no foreplay—there was little if no afterglow. As soon as his breathing was back to normal, he got us up and we showered. He put his boxer-briefs back on—signaling we were apparently through for the night. I took the bait, and dressed myself. He indicated that he’d need to be in good shape for the morning…he was playing a round of golf with a group of hospital administrators…a great business networking opportunity.

At least I was relieved—it wasn’t me…nothing to do with me. This time, Erik just openly handed me $50 bucks. I’d made it a point to thank him when he’d come out of the dining room earlier. I didn’t refuse the money this time…he just added, “Here, put this towards your college fund.” That worked just fine for me, not money for sex—for my college fund.

It was just a little past 11 PM, I’d better be hightailing it quickly, or I might run into the GM making rounds. I opened the door and walked briskly to my car, got in and started her up, then headed out the back way. I was mid-way through the parking lot when I saw Curtis coming out the breezeway with an ice bucket. I pretended not to notice him, but he just stepped out in the parking lot, waiving me down. Shit, I’d been caught. No, think of something fast.

I stopped and Curtis walked over to my driver’s window. “Hey man, nice car! I saw you earlier. That yours?”

“Yeah. Ugh, I was just coming back to see if maybe you might want to do something. I called my friends, but they’re all out. You want to go for a ride or something, I’ll put down the top and we can just relax or whatever.” I was actually hoping he’d just say, maybe some other time, or take a raincheck. I was sort of tired—not to mention spent. A bit of R & R was probably the best thing…yet I’d liked Curtis…and was intrigued by him…call it the element of curiosity…I don’t know.

“Sure! Great! I’ve never ridden in a convertible—always wanted to! I’m off and ready to roll, just as soon as I drop off this ice to that regular of yours—Erik!”

Jesus-God! I few minutes earlier—I’d be caught—I’d be dead! My heart was in my throat. I couldn’t talk. “Err, what da ya mean? More Ice. I just delivered fresh ice to him when I got off!”

“You did?” I heard him ask you, but didn’t see that you did. I thought you forgot. Oh well, then he won’t need this!” and Curtis chucked the bucket across the parking lot. “Just let me go back up front and get my car. I’ll meet you at the back corner of the lot, just there.” He pointed 50 yards ahead. I said okay, we’d figure out what to do with his car, and then head out.

Speaking of ‘heads’ my head was throbbing—I had one hum dinger of a headache. I only hoped it’d go away as fast as it’d happened. I pulled up slowly, with my lights off and waited. The though occurred to me—I’d not asked what kind of car Curtis had. I became a bit uneasy, a good five minutes passed. I was just about ready to call it a night—my head still hurt—just go. I pulled a little more forward, and then saw this black pickup pulling around the pool area at a good clip. It stopped at my corner of the lot…the driver’s window rolled down—it was Curtis. He motioned for me to follow, and I did.

He went about 5 blocks, then turned down a side street, about a quarter block, he just pulled in a driveway. I stayed at the curb. He killed the motor, his lights, turned and walked straight to my car. Any other night, this scenario of seeing a guy like this coming to my car, would have been great…tonight I was just tired and a big confused. Curtis opened the door and sat right down in the passenger’s seat. I’d already put down the top, and he was rarrin’ to go.

“How ‘bout that for convenience? My parent’s house—two minutes away from work. They’re up at the lake for the weekend—fishing. I’d be there too if it wasn’t for me starting this new job.

“You mean the GM made you start on a Friday?”

“Yeah, but I need the job. I’m a month late on my truck payment—dad had to kick in last month’s. Enough—where to? Let’s raise some hell.”

Actually, it was more like raising the dead—I was really fading fast—but my headache was going away…

“How about we head downtown and check out the action?”

“Fine with me—lead on my man!”

I turned on the lights, put the car in ‘drive’ and we were off. I didn’t know where this was going, maybe a fake “trolling for trolls” night or “bowling for babes” or whatever—but at least I’d get a chance to see where this guy’s coming from and get to know him. We got on the freeway and headed east—towards the loop. At least I could sleep in tomorrow if I wanted…what the hell.