by Max Vos
“Now don’t go trying to show off in front of the comp’ny there, boy, you know it’s fu-tile,” Carl said, laughing even harder.
“Okay, I’ll let it rest for now, but you got one comin’ there, pops, just warning ya. You won’t now when and you won’t know how, but payback's a bitch, ya know,” Matt said with an evil grin. “And for your information, I was done before you were. I was putting away my tools before I was so rudely accosted.”
They both laughed good naturedly, and got the rest of the tools, trash, and whatever else was left over from their job, and loaded up the truck. The three of us back in the tight confines of that truck, going towards the house, was pure torture. The smell of fresh sweat, the heat coming off them, and their voices were going right through me. With the heady combination, it made me want to jump both of them right then and there, and hump their legs like a dog in heat. This was going to be a long night.
I thought the worst was over but I was so, so wrong.
Chapter 4
THE SUN WAS far off to the west after we were done putting away all the tools and other supplies from the fencing job. I could easily see now why each of them had such large appetites. The physical labor they each had done today was easily a week’s worth of work I would have done at the gym. Surprisingly enough, neither of them appeared all that tired, still joking and rough-housing with each other.
Carl parked the truck under a carport attached to an outbuilding situated to the left side of the house. From the carport, more stone pavers lead to what I assumed was the kitchen side of the house. Both Carl and Matt got out of the truck, each tossing their sweat soaked T-shirts on the hood. What I was watching was their daily routine, something that came as naturally to them as brushing their teeth. They completely stripped and went through the door of the outbuilding. I stood there dumbfounded.
Not long after they each stepped inside, Matt stuck his head out and asked if I was coming. I didn’t know what to do. I peeked inside and saw that there was a large shower there with several showerheads. Shrugging, I figured why not. When in Rome do as the Romans do, huh? I stripped off my jeans and polo style shirt, leaving my tennis shoes next to the huge cowboy boots beside the truck. My shoes looked like kid’s shoes compared to their enormous boots.
I have never been embarrassed of my body, but I was a little self-conscious next to these two. Honestly, who wouldn’t be a little self-conscious standing next to two men who could easily have been Tom of Finland models? It was a little daunting, to say the least.
“Come on, boy, don’t be shy.” Carl grabbed me, pulling me into the shower area with them. He pushed my head under one of the showerheads, put me in a head lock, and proceeded to give me a noogie. I tried to get loose, but I soon realized that was useless. As soon as I stopped struggling, he let me go, laughing.
“Stick around long enough, you’ll get used to it. I was just lucky enough to grow up and now I can hold my own against him.” Matt smiled at me as he continued to wash away the day's dirt and grime, looking sexy as hell doing it.
“I’ll grill the steaks if you two will do some potatoes and a salad. Deal?” Carl asked as he lifted one of his big arms exposing his hairy, soapy armpit. Armpits were a real weakness of mine.
“That work for you, Carter?” Matt asked, looking directly at me, and I do mean really looking at me.
“Yeah, I can do that. I’m no gourmet or anything, but I can usually hold my own in the kitchen,” I stated. I was actually fairly competent in the kitchen, even though I was self-taught.
As I was rinsing off, I was able to glance at the two studs beside me, noticing another significant difference between them. Carl was circumcised while Matt was not. Also, Matt’s butt rode a little higher and was a little smaller than Carl’s. Not that either one of them had a bad looking ass, quite the contrary. Perhaps I was subconsciously trying to see them more differently, make them less father and son. Whatever it was, I was enjoying it.
Drying off, Matt had the nerve to pop my ass with his wet towel. He'd just made a serious mistake. I considered myself the towel-snapping champ of all time. Without hesitation, I wound my towel up and let go with a triple shot, getting each ass cheek and upper thigh on his right leg. Matt yelped, as much from surprise as from actual pain, I think. Although, from the marks I left, I was sure there was a fair amount of pain too.
“You go, boy!” Carl said as he was laughing. “Oh, the look on your face, Matt. Now that was priceless. I wish I would’a had a camera just then. What a shot that would have made.” He was laughing so hard he had tears running down his face. Matt stood there with a hand on each ass cheek, not knowing exactly what to say.
“I’m going to poison each of your potatoes, I swear it.” The pouting look on his face as he tried to retort to Carl and I was actually endearing. At least it was to me.
“I’m sorry, Matt. Want me to rub it and make it better?” I said in a baby voice.
“No, but I’ll let you kiss it though,” he said, teasing.
I was feeling at ease, falling into the jovial banter that often happened in shower rooms. “Bend over buster, I’ll kiss it good.” I said, giving it right back to him.
He bent over, offering up his ass to me and I leaned over, kissed one cheek and then the other, and before I stood up, I got a good mouth full and bit down. I bit him just hard enough that he could feel it real good. Again, he yelped, jumping as he stood up. That sent Carl into another fit of laughter.
“Damn, Carter, we need to keep you ’round just for laughs. Not many can put Matt in his place like you just did. And ya did it twice in five minutes.” Carl was holding his stomach he was laughing so hard again.
“Yeah, yeah, you guys laugh it up. I’ll get the last laugh, just y’all wait.” Matt tried to walk out indignantly, but it wasn’t working mostly because of the two matching red marks on his ass. They kinda looked like eyes, which set Carl off into another round of laughter.
As Carl and I walked towards the house, each of us carrying our clothes he asked, “You have a change of clothes, Carter?”
“I have my bag in the car.” I fished out the keys to the rental car and was about to head that way when Carl stopped me.
“Give me your dirty clothes. I’ll run a load of wash tonight after dinner,” He held out his hand to me.
“Umm, but I’m naked,” I stuttered.
“Carter… look around you. There’s no one ‘round but us. We’re almost a mile and a half from the road. Who’s gonna see you ‘cept me and Matt here, and we’ve already seen it all,” he said teasingly, leering at me.
“Point taken,” I said as I handed him my dirty clothes.
I walked tenderly across the gravel to the rental car to get my bag. My feet were stinging from the sharp rocks by the time I got back to the house. When I walked in, Matt was already in the kitchen, still naked. Carl walked through a door that I hadn’t noticed before.
“Got any other dirty clothes you need washed, Carter?” Carl asked.
“Um… just what I wore on the plane last night,” I said.
“Let me have ‘em and I’ll throw those in as well. Don’t have quite a full load,” he replied, walking towards me, also still naked. I couldn’t help but notice his dick swinging as he casually strode in my direction.
I squatted down and opened up my small carry-on sized bag. I pulled out the shirt, slacks, socks and white Calvin Klein briefs I’d worn the night before. When I looked up to hand Carl the clothes, I was looking up at his very healthy sized cock and balls. His balls were a work of art. Large egg shaped, covered in a light dusting of hair the same color as the rest of his body hair. The head of his dick was perfect. I could only imagine what it looked like, felt like, hard.
I handed him the dirty clothing as I quickly went back to my carry on, looking for something to put on. The only thing I had was a ratty old pair of work out shorts that I could wear if I needed to answer the door of the hotel room. I closed the bag, zipped it up, and started to stan
d up. Carl was still there with his hand out.
“Oh no, this is what I’m going to put on,” I told him.
He looked at me kind of puzzled, “What for?”
“Um… to wear?” I answered like he wasn’t thinking straight or something.
“You don’t need to put anything on, we never do.” Carl snatched the shorts out of my hands, and turned and walked away. I was left squatting on the floor next to my suitcase with nothing in there but my toiletry kit, a spare pair of underwear, which I could wear, I guessed, but somehow that seemed inappropriate. I sighed, put my suitcase next to the front door, and walked over to the kitchen to help with dinner.
“What can I do to help, Matt?” I asked when I got there.
“Here.” Matt handed me a basket with a handle, the kind of basket I normally saw peaches in at the farmers market. “Follow me.”
We walked out the back door onto a deck, down a few steps and across a nice yard area. There was a large garden beyond that. Matt pointed out various vegetables as we strolled along side of the well-kept garden. Off to one side was a patch where we stopped and gathered fresh strawberries. The berries were still warm from the sun. Not being able to help myself, I popped a few in my mouth. They were so fresh and had so much more flavor, unlike those you’d get in a grocery store.
“Somethin’ that we have to do tomorrow is to get the rest of these picked ‘fore they go bad. It’s getting too hot for strawberries,” Matt informed me as he squatted down picking red ripe fruit. It was rather erotic watching as his cock and balls dangled, his dick almost touching the ground. The use of ‘we’ didn’t go unnoticed either.
With all the strawberries we needed for that night, he took me to an area that was shaded by what looked like a canopy. Underneath was a huge patch of salad greens. There was every kind of salad green I could imagine and a few I wasn’t sure about. “Pick whichever you like. Carl is particularly fond of that red bib lettuce over there in the corner. I like it all, so get whatever floats your boat.”
With a pair of garden shears, I started gathering several different types of salad greens. Like Carl, I liked bib lettuce, but my favorite was the butter bib, so I loaded up on both as the main greens. Further, over on the other side of the garden, Matt pulled a fresh onion and put it in the basket. On the way towards the house, we picked cucumber and a bell pepper, completing everything we would need for a great, fresh salad. Matt and I walked back to the house, the air beginning to cool as twilight settled upon us.
Carl was on the back deck working the grill. As Matt and I got to the deck, I could see that Carl had the charcoal lit and was cleaning the grilling surface wearing an apron with ‘Kiss the Cook’ written across it. Of course, that was all he was wearing. On one side of the steps was the grill and on the other a decent sized patio table with six chairs and a large umbrella. Further down the deck behind Carl and the grill was a large hammock and behind that a nice sized hot tub. These guys had it all.
Back in the kitchen, Matt and I got busy. Matt commented on my knife skills as I cut the fresh veggies for the salad, and he got the potatoes ready to go into the oven. Carl came in and pulled the steaks from the refrigerator asking if we wanted to eat outside. Matt and I readily agreed, thinking that would be a great idea. We finished the salad and then put the potatoes in the oven. Matt and I set the table.
With the potatoes done, Matt put a tater on a small plate for each of us and took them out to the table. Carl said the meat was done so Matt and I sat down at the table while Carl served up the beef. When Carl set a plate with a steak on it in front of me, I did a double take. The thing not only took up the whole plate, but overlapped it on the sides. It had to be at least an inch and a half thick. There was no way I would be able to finish it. It reminded me of something from a Flintstones cartoon.
“You are kidding right? This is how you normally eat?” I looked at the both of them as they started cutting into their potatoes slopping on butter and sour cream.
“Yeah, anything wrong?” Matt asked.
“There is enough meat here for a family of four! I can’t eat all this,” I retorted.
“Don’t worry about it,” Carl said. “What you don’t eat Matt will finish off, I’m sure.”
Dinner was great. The steak was the best that I had ever had. The salad was beyond belief with everything so fresh. Of course, you can’t go wrong with potatoes with butter and sour cream slopped on it. There was plenty of cold beer. The conversation was light and Matt was constantly making us laugh. Of course, I couldn’t even eat half of the Brontosaurus steak as I started calling it, and true to Carl’s word, Matt did finish it off for me. Where Matt put all that food was beyond me.
The three of us sat there afterwards, stuffed to the gills, just enjoying the transition from day to night, and relishing each other’s company. Off to the southwest there was a slight flash of light. Carl looked and squinted his eyes. “Looks like we might be in for a little storm later, might want to clean up and batten down the hatches.”
It didn’t take us long to get everything inside. I volunteered to rinse and put the dishes in the dishwasher and tidy up the kitchen while the guys went outside to put things away, doing whatever they needed to do before the storm hit. They said that storms this time of year could get pretty nasty, but they were used to it.
While I was taking care of the kitchen duties, I was able to think about the day. I was still kicking myself for my prejudice, but there was something else tickling me in the back of my mind. There was something here. Something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It was just out of my reach. It was a feeling I had deep in my gut. Then it dawned on me. This was a home and it was filled with love and respect. I stood there frozen for a few moments. This was what a home should feel like, I finally deduced.
Throughout the entire day, I had been able to observe these two incredible, sexy men interact with each other and myself. They had worked hard together, joked and cut up, and most importantly, loved each other. What hit me like a brick was that they had extended that love towards me. That was something that I don’t think I had ever experienced before. I stood there dumbfounded.
Once I pulled myself out of my stupor, I got the last of the kitchen cleaned up and thought to myself that the entire night, all three of us had been completely nude the whole time and it felt totally natural to me now. Matt and Carl came in as I was wiping down the last of the countertops. Carl went to the refrigerator and got each of us a fresh beer. Matt had turned the stereo on, putting on some classic rock. Piling onto the large leather sectional we pretty much got to know each other a little better. They wanted to find out about me, which I didn’t mind. It was so easy talking to them. After a bit, Matt got up and brought each of us fresh strawberry shortcake with fresh whipped cream, which was delicious. After eating desert, I was so full I felt like a fat tick, ready to pop.
“If I ate like this every day, I’d be as big as a house,” I informed them. “As it is, I’ll have to go to the gym everyday next week and stay an hour longer just to pay for this one meal.”
“Stick ’round here, city boy, and you won’t need that gym. We’ll work that city boy ass and make a real man outta ya,” Carl responded, grinning.
By this time Matt had pushed his way in between Carl’s legs with his back laying against his chest. With these guys sitting on it, the sectional sofa didn’t look so big, especially with Matt’s long legs stretched out almost the entire length of one side.
A loud blaring noise made me jump straight up. “This is an emergency weather alert….” Matt got the remote for the stereo and muted the music. “The following counties are under a tornado warning…” the emergency radio blasted.
“Looks like we’re gonna need to move this party downstairs for a while. Let’s move it, boys.” Carl pushed Matt up, and they both stood.
“I assume we’re in the path of a tornado?” I managed to squeak out.
“Yeah, but it’s probably nothing. It’s always
better to be safe than sorry though. Don’t worry, we have a great basement with all the luxuries of home,” Matt said and he grabbed me in one of his side to side hugs that I was getting used to. Not only getting used to but looking forward to.
Matt wasn’t kidding when he said that they had everything anyone would need in the basement. When you first went down the stairs there was a large pool table and an old style jukebox with a bar on one wall. Matt gave me a tour, showing me that on the other side of the bar was what Carl called the safe house. There was a small kitchenette, a small living room with a sofa, chair, and entertainment center with more movies than I could believe. Another door and a bedroom area, a king size bed, with a full bathroom beyond that.
The emergency weather radio gave another update. “Time to button up,” Carl said as he closed the door between the stairs and the apartment downstairs. Hell, the safe house was bigger that my apartment in the city. It was the door that caught my attention. It had to be at least six inches thick and had two steel drop-down bars to secure it.
“Are we in any danger?” I was starting to get a bit nervous.
“Not down here we’re not. Carl has this thing about disasters. Last time I looked, I think we have enough supplies down here to last three months. Of course, he’d be more of a nut case than he already is long before we could use all those supplies, so I don’t know why he bothers.” Matt goaded his father/lover.
“Very funny, it never hurts to be prepared.” Carl scowled.
Carl sat down in the chair and turned the television on to a local station that was covering the storm. The newscaster was outside reporting about the wind and rain in local area. The broadcast then cut back to a newsroom with an updated weather report mentioning where the storm was and verifying that there was a reported tornado on the ground. He mentioned some areas, and Carl and Matt looked at each other. I saw the look of concern on Carl’s face.