Surprises
In the months following my first meeting with Archer, Charles and I fell into our old routine, only with snow on the ground there was no lawn to mow and I started my new job of shoveling snow and deicing his sidewalk and those of his neighbors. Being that this was not a weekly event our private excursions into his hot tub, bedroom or garage were less frequent. We would make up for the reduced frequency with passion, energy and enthusiasm when we did get together. Everything seemed fine until one day Charles was not himself, his mind was elsewhere and his enthusiasm was...well...distant.
Something was distracting him. It would turn out that his ex-boyfriend Jacob had been dealing with an influx of refugees, who were vandalizing his home because of his homosexuality. The problems were only getting worse as the months went by until one night in early December Charles, took a leave of absence and went to Europe to see Jacob after he had been badly beaten by a gang of refugees and was likely to either have permanent brain damage, if he lived, or never walk again. In any event his prognosis was anything but good so Charles went to him.
Weeks turned to months and then summer was upon us again. I went to mow the lawn as I had been doing only to find the house for sale and a moving company moving his things out. I had not heard from Charles since he'd suddenly left for Europe. Archer was busy and we rarely saw each other and then only in passing. The firm that hired Jacob was moving Charles to Europe, Belgium specifically to take care of Jacob who was still able to do his job for them remotely. Only his injuries were taking longer to heal, but was expected to make a full recovery, but it would take some time.
I learned this through Archer who came by the house one evening in July when my folks were out on errands. Charles had sent him a letter explaining things and had prudently not sent a letter to me because getting a letter from my former gym teacher, whom I was supposed to only work for, would raise suspicions.
"Hello,' he said 'Charles sent me to let you know what is going on with him. He suspects that finding his house for sale, was something of a shock. He also knows that if he sent a letter to you your parents might not understand why your gym teacher is writing you and might get suspicious. " I nodded my head to indicate that he was correct. "He told me to tell you that he was going to be in Europe for a while, that he and Jacob have reconnected and that it looks serious. So...'he paused nervously 'he says he may stay there indefinitely, if things work out with Jacob. He said you'd understand."
Well, I wasn't heartbroken because the relationship wasn't that kind of relationship. I'd miss our times together. It wasn't like I was trolling for prospects because there just weren't any in that small, very conservative town. It was then Archer put a hand on my elbow and said "I know this must come as a shock. I know you really enjoyed his...er...company' he paused 'If it makes any difference I really enjoyed it when you two invited me to join you...er...and...well...I haven't been able to...well...find any companionship of my own since." He was nervous and swallowed. "So...if...you want...maybe...we could...get together some time and I could...take care of you...like he did." He was turning red as he finished the sentence. It was clear that he was nervous. I could tell that he wanted to fuck me again. I remembered how it had felt when I had his 14" cock buried to the hilt in my ass. It was something I had hoped we could do again...but the circumstances were such that it never did.
It was early on a Saturday and my folks were in town and would be home at any time, so as tempted as I was to take him inside and introduce him to my bedroom, I thought better of it. The thought of having a 6' tall muscle bound Swede fucking me in my room was a huge turn on. But the fact was my parents would likely barge in my room just as things got going. "What are you doing today?" I asked.
Archer perked up and smiled, "I was going to spend the day at home...alone. You are welcome to join me" he said at length. He then added "I may have need of my lawn being mowed.' He smiled then continued 'Oh, Charles also gave me his 'irrigator', he said that it was what he did to you before...well...you know" he blushed.
My lawnmower was already loaded up in my truck so I reached for his wrist and said "I have not been to your house, so I have to follow you to know for sure how to find it." At this Archer perked up and led the way. I was expecting drive to the more affluent part of town and that is where we were headed until he turned onto a gravel road on which we drove nearly 20 minutes before we turned onto another road that went up a hill with twists and turns through the woods where we drove through a gate and onto an impressive estate.
The residence was surrounded on all sides with trees with a nice log house in the middle with at least 5 acres of lawn with a garage, barn and a stream that dissected the property. It would turn out that Archer had bought 50 acres most of it wooded with the 5 acres cleared for the construction of the house. The people who had built it had divorced and had to sell the house to split the profits. From all appearances it was a brand new house.
Pulling up to the front door behind Archers Rolls I took in the place. It was massive and beautiful. Walking through the front door it opened to a massive living room, fire place and the same play pen sofa that Charles apparently had sold to Archer. The kitchen was done up beautifully. Stepping out onto the back deck I noticed his hot tub, flush mounted with the deck and, of course, ready for instant use. This I knew because I noticed a bottle of champagne, in an Ice bucket with most of the ice already melted. I smiled "You were expecting company I see."