My first day with Katie away had been quite eventful. I'd met Heather in the laundry room and helped her with her morning chores. I'd finally gotten that sweet little pussy of hers, and it was sweet too. You might say I'd tickled her fancy. I just loved the sound of that girl's giggle, not to mention the sound of her satisfied moans as she came. There was something special about that one.
I'd helped Adam with his wood chopping, a little. Adam had shown me to his special little hide away in the old toolshed. I was sure it was his and Katie's little retreat. Adam and I had shared a beer and a very special interlude as he went down on me. We nearly got to share something that I was sure we both wanted. I was so close to cumming in Adam's mouth when we were interrupted by Heather. I knew that he wanted my cum as badly as I wanted to deliver it. I knew how badly I was craving his.
Adam wasn't aware that Heather had seen us through the open door of the shed. I had no intension of telling him. I had tried to explain to her what was going on between Adam, Li, Katie and me, as best as I could figure it. She seemed to think that it was sweet of me to be in love with all those people, even Adam. She thought it would be sweet if I was in love with her as well.
Heather and I swam in the river, talked and made out on the bank and was about to get it on again when Annie came home. When Heather heard Annie's car in the drive, she lit out for the house like a scalded dog. All that and it was just after midday. I lay there, naked in the sun, and tried to collect my thoughts for a while.
I had nearly dozed off when I realized that it was time to have some lunch. I picked up my wet cutoffs and decided not to put them back on. I grabbed my shoes and Heather's blanket and headed for the house. I didn't see Adam around the woodpile, so I took a detour by the old toolshed. He wasn't there but I had stop in for a minute. I thought back to just an hour or so before and remembered Adam giving me the best head job I had ever had.
I stood there, wishing we had finished, my cock growing and beginning to throb. I began to imagine all the things that Katie and he might have done in there. I don't know why I obsessed over Katie and Adam having sex the way I did. It made me jealous, but thrilled me and made me incredibly horny at the same time. I went on into the house.
I stepped into the empty kitchen and looked around. I couldn't remember the last time that old house had seemed so empty and quiet. I stood there naked for a minute, my cock still half-hard. It felt good to be able to walk around the house stark naked. I suppose I could have done it any time I'd pleased. Everyone there had seen just about everyone else there naked at one time or another. It's not as if we were nudists or anything, but it felt liberating. Still I felt compelled to step into the laundry room and find a pair of dry shorts to wear.
I made myself a sandwich and ate alone, enjoying the solitude. I finished my lunch and headed upstairs for a shower. I heard music from the top of stairs. It was a radio, in Annie's room.
I grabbed a fresh towel and headed for the bathroom. At the same time, Adam stepped into the hall carrying a towel. We had the same thing on our minds. Neither of us said a word. Adam just gave me his wry little grin. We walked in silence to the bathroom, Adam just a pace or two behind me.
We entered the bathroom, one after the other, and disrobed in silence. Disrobe may not be the right word, since all either of us wore was a pair of shorts. We let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. I still remember how Adam looked just then, tanned and sweaty, muscles toned and still slightly flexed from swinging his ax. I remember how the cheeks of his ass looked; muscular and firm, white smooth flesh contrasted to the bronze, sun-tanned skin of his back and legs. I still recall the mixture of emotions that swept over me.
There was this envy, I wished my body looked that good, and at the same time, I felt desire, longing to touch that body. I wanted to be him and I wanted to have him. I felt privileged to be there with him, in that intimate setting. I felt thrilled, because I could see my desire for him, mirrored in his face. I felt the blood rushing to my cock. It became engorged, but not fully erect. I knew that he longed for me as I longed for him.
The bathroom of on the second floor of Annie's house was huge. The shower was a gigantic antique clawfoot tub, with a converted showerhead and curtain around it. I turned on the water and adjusted it for a suitable temperature, warm enough not to be chilly, but cool enough to be refreshing on a hot summer day. I climbed in, with Adam right behind me. I stepped under the showerhead and rinsed off the mud and river water. I moved aside and let Adam under the shower. I watched the water cascade over his gorgeous body. I squeezed a dollop of shampoo into my hand, and when he emerged from the spray I offered it to him. He nodded in acceptance.
Adam turned his back and tilted his head back. I applied the shampoo and worked it into his thick wavy hair. I saw goose bumps rise on his skin as I massaged his scalp. I was reminded of how my sister Leslie would wash my hair when we were younger, and how it would lead to a scalp, neck, shoulder massage and sometimes much more. I hoped to make this experience at least a fraction as enjoyable for Adam as Leslie's shampoos were to me.
I worked my fingertips over Adam's scalp and through his hair. His goose bumps continued. I rinsed his hair and worked my fingers down his neck to his shoulders. I lathered up my hands and massaged his shoulders. I worked up and down each arm, washing his skin and massaging his muscles. I worked my way down his back to those firm gluteus muscles of his taut butt cheeks. It was so much different from feeling a girl's ass, but it was very exciting. My cock was full on hard by that time. I looked to see that Adam's cock was getting longer and thicker. It was a thrill for me to know that I was making him hard. I ran the tips of my fingers up the crack of his ass; he drew a deep breath and his cock flinched.
I turned him around and moved him back into the spray of the shower to rinsed his back. I lathered my hands and rubbed the soap over his chest. His muscles were beginning to relax but his chest and stomach muscles were still firm. It was fascinating and thrilling to run my hands through the soft hair, over the hard muscles and smooth skin of Adam's torso. I massaged the pectoral muscles of his chest, squeezing his hairy nipples between my fingers. His nipples hardened and so did his cock. I was thrilled to watch his beautiful cock respond to my touch. I so wanted to touch that fabulous organ but decided to wait.
I lathered my hands again and went to my knees. Adam's gorgeous cock was just inches from my face. I was tempted to kiss it; to taste it. I rubbed my soapy hands up and down his left thigh, to his knee; his calf and his foot. He lifted his foot and let me wash it, each and every toe. He rinsed his foot and offered me his other. I washed that foot and worked my way up his right leg, to the firm, muscular thigh. His cock was throbbing near my face again. I washed his buttocks again, squeezing and massaging the firm flesh of his ass, all the while, staring at Adam's cock.
I lathered up my hands again and cupped Adam's hairy balls in my left hand. I rubbed my soapy palm over the head of his cock and smiled as I watched it twitch. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and slid it to the base. I could see his cock throbbing, the veins gorging as the blood coursed through them. I gently massaged Adam's soapy sac as I stroked his slippery dick. I got totally engrossed in washing Adam's cock until I could tell from his breathing that he was almost there. I slowed my strokes and stopped, just in time. I knelt there, watching Adam's cock throb and listening as his breathing slowed.
I placed my hands on Adam's hips and moved him under the spay to rinse him of. Once the soap was washed from him, I took his wet cock in my hand and brought it to my waiting lips. I took a deep breath and inhaled the fresh, clean scent of well water and soap. I took in the head of his cock and swirled my tongue around it, the way I knew he liked, the way we both liked. I took in more and more of his squeaky clean cock until my nose touched his dripping pubic hair. Back and forth on his member I slid, until his breathing quickened once again. I cupped his balls again and knew I had him right where I wanted him. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to make him cum: to cum for only me; to cum in me, in my mouth. I knew he was merely seconds from climax. I began to work his cock feverishly, craving the taste of his cum. Suddenly he gripped the sides of my head and pushed me back. I held there, mouth open, hoping that he would shoot for me, into me. He closed his eyes and caught his breath.
Adam pulled me to my feet and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me close, pressing his chest to mine. He grabbed my ass and crushed my groin against him, grinding his cock on mine. We embraced and rubbed our bodies together. Adam moved his face close to mine and I felt I was ready to kiss him. He held his cheek mine and we touched and caressed each other. Finally, he kissed my neck, turned me and pushed me back, beneath the water.
