1. My Summer Job, Chapter Two


    Date: 8/3/2016, Categories: Bisexual, Author: marktreble, Source: LushStories

    Christine. ‘See you in the afternoon. Bringing a surprise.’ More experimenting, no doubt. Good news! Another e-mail from Ed, my best friend. ‘Going to your place with Erica and Christine this afternoon. See ya.' So, Ed and his girlfriend were the surprise. I wondered what that was all about. Yet another e-mail, this one from Josh. He was the only openly-gay member of our clique. ‘Camping trip next week. You available?’ His version of camping was a secluded spot, a tent, one sleeping bag and two naked guys fooling around all day. About once a month I went "camping" with him and gave him a hand job. No big deal. Nearly all the guys in our group did the same. Josh was a good guy, and it was just helping out a friend. I sent back a non-committal reply telling him I was starting my summer job today and didn’t know about my availability. Incoming Skype call from Jake. “Hey.” “Hey back.” “You still coming tonight?” “You bet your ass I’m coming. I need the money.” I had no idea what this was about. Jake cleared that up quickly. “How close do you live?” I told him. “Okay. Another $50 if you walk over here in just those boxer-briefs.” This was getting weirder and more lucrative at the same time. I decided that more lucrative was worth however weird it got. “Fifty bucks it is. Anything else I can do to make more money?” I didn’t want to sound anxious, but if this was a one-night job I wanted to get as much out of it as possible. Jake leered at me and licked his lips. “I’m sure we’ll ...
    think of something once you’re here. And don’t worry about blowing it.” This was sounding better and better. $250 for one night put me more than halfway to paying the rent for next month. Jake signed off. Then a thought hit me. I did an internet search for “party entertainer.” The results were strange. I found clowns, magicians, hypnotists, comedians and a dozen other acts. The only one that seemed applicable to me was clown. At least that’s what my mother said I was, when she wasn’t calling me “asswipe.” The knock at the door ended my internet search. It was too early for Christine, so I was hardly surprised to see Brad – still in just his low-rise white briefs. He had my laundry hamper in his hands, “I put the stuff in the dryer and waited. Mine was drying also. Hope you don’t mind.” Of course I didn’t mind. “Do you have a computer?” he asked. “Mine isn’t set up yet. I have an internet business I need to check on.” I invited him in. “Computer’s in the dining room. I’ll be done in about two minutes.” I pulled up e-mail again while Brad stood behind the chair. He put his hands on my shoulders. They were strong and warm, and a pleasant feeling suffused my whole body, emanating from the shoulders. This felt right. I leaned my head back. The back of my neck was resting on his erection. For reasons I didn’t understand, that was another pleasant feeling. I had no idea what was happening. I couldn’t be getting aroused by another guy. In any event, I let out the first of several ...