Authors Note: Part 4 of 6 of a slow burn story. New chapters will release weekly. Sit back, unzip, and enjoy.
The Orchard
“You are definitely your fathers son.”
The words had been going around and around in Alex’s head for two days, but he still didn’t have a clue what James had meant.
He didn't dare ask the man, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to message his dad. How would that even go?
“Hey dad, know we haven’t spoken much the last…18 years. But you know your old friend from uni? The one you forced me to come work for? Yeah, well, he caught me shooting an epic load and then said something a bit weird…”
Clearly that was not the way forward. Instead he had spent the last two days working and keeping his head down. And not just because of the confusion of what James had said, either.
There was also the fact that the man had walked in on him beating his meat and instead of stopping or covering up, he’d kept going, past the point of no return, and forced him to watch squirt after squirt.
He’d crossed a line.
It might be a nudist retreat but that was outright exhibitionism, and he knew it. James hadn’t said a word about it since. Which had, at first, caused Alex to be nervous and tense. He did as he was told, even more so than usual. But then, James had walked out of his room with a massive hard on of his own, hadn’t he?
So what exactly was he meant to think? Or do?
He’d busied himself as best he could. Luckily he’d been assigned, alongside Luis, to deep clean the cabins ready for guests in a few weeks. It was the first time he’d actually been required to wear some clothing - to protect himself from chemicals necessary for the task.
It was hard work, and oddly lonely, as each man dealt with a cabin individually.
But, afterwards, with James off somewhere doing some other task, the two would strip off, shower off the dust and smell of bleach, and relax.
Today, with all ten cabins now pristine, the two were chatting casually. Luis in the pool, Alex, sat on the edge, legs in the water below his knees. His balls resting on the cool tile, his cock behaving itself for once.
“Have you always been so serious?” Luis said, treading water nearby.
“Sorry?”
“Ah, yes. Sorry!” he chuckled, “When I first met English people I couldn’t understand why you were always apologising to me. It wasn’t until I met James that I understood it is just your, what is the word? Bizarre manners taking over.”
“Sorry, I meant what do you mean?”
“You are so quiet, so determined not to upset anyone or do anything wrong,” he let himself sink a moment then kicked off the bottom of the pool and swam toward him.
“You need to learn to relax, have a little fun, take a few risks!”
Alex felt his cheeks flush warm at the memory of the risks he’d been taking since he arrived, but said nothing.
“Ah, you see! Serious,” Luis teased, as he floated between Alex’s knees. He was now at eye level with his cock.
“I relax!” he protested, trying to keep the blood from his dick, but his body was already betraying him. Luis was just too sexy, and his cock was determined to let him know it.
Luis, eyeing his rising manhood, smirked. Feeling oddly exposed, he went to cover up, only to earn a cocked eyebrow from the man.
“That is not relaxed.”
Frustrated, Alex lowered his hands and let his cock, now so solid his foreskin had slipped back all the way, stand a mere foot from Luis' eyes.
“Better,” the man said, eyeing every detail of his swollen member, “Now, where were we?”
Alex was fighting the urge to wrap his hand around his shaft and give another performance, his cock flexing and bobbing in irritation when he didn’t.
“Before you said I was up tight and no fun?”
“Yes,” Luis teased, his perfect teeth smiling back at him.
“I asked how you and James met.”
“Ah, yes. At an orgy.”
His dick lurched, pumping out a single pearl of precum, sliding across the pale purple head, until it glistened in the sun.
Luis’s eyes narrowed, clearly enjoying the view.
“Seriously?”
“Would you like to know the details?”
Before he could answer, the older man floated onto his back, exposing his own hard, shaven cock, and began to paint a lurid picture.
“It was in London a few years ago. A friend took me. There were so many men already there, the whole flat was full of music and moaning. We got naked and joined in. I was fucking a twink, not my usual type but he seemed-” he paused and looked at Alex, shielding his eyes from the sun a second, “- like he needed it.”
Alex's hand absentmindedly brushed along his shaft.
“Across the room I saw this beautiful man drilling his long, fat cock into a black man. He was all sweaty, and the muscles of his shoulders looked so big as he fucked.”
Luis' own cock was now flexing, breaking the surface of the water. He wondered if it was intentional, or a genuine reflex.
“I was so turned on I came. Filled that twink up. I must have been loud as James looked right at me, and smiled. I think I smiled back, but James told me my face looked more like this,” and he scrunched his face up and let his mouth hang open.
Alex laughed, barely aware he was now lightly dragging his fingers across his cock.
“And that was it.”
“He’s lying,” a deep voice said, causing Alex to panic and slide into the pool.
James was standing by one of the cabins, work gloves and sandals his only clothing.
“We met at a conference.”
Luis allowed his legs to sink and stand up right, “That is such a boring story.”
“But true!”
Luis merely rolled his eyes.
Alex felt suddenly stupid. Had that entire thing been designed just to get him worked up? To embarrass him somehow? He shot a questioning look at Luis, only to be answered by a sly shrug.
“Come on, Alex. I need a hand.”
“And what about me?!”
“You can stay in horny jail,” James said.
They left the olive skinned beauty in the pool, pouting with mock frustration.
The Wall
They had walked ten or so minutes to the edge of the orchard, far from the house and the usual trails. Here, a dry stone wall of white and yellow rocks stretched from the high slopes down toward the beach. It reminded him of his camping trips to the north of England, where such walls were the norm on farmland.
An area of the wall had collapsed into a heap and needed rebuilding. James handed him a pair of thick workman's gloves and began to show him how to select the right stones.
It was heavy work, and soon he was sweating great drops onto the dry stone.
“Lift with your knees, lad,” James said for the third time.
“Like this,” and he sank into a deep squat, his heavy cock and rather average ball sack hanging pleasingly toward the ground.
Something about that position made the older man seem less scary, less intimidating.
A sharp whistle brought him back to the moment.
“Oi, eyes up here,” and he continued the demonstration.
The constant lifting and placing was causing all sorts of aches and pains. He hadn’t worked this hard since P.E. at school, and he only did that to avoid detention. Now, however, he was out of breath and his back was hurting.
James, who was also sweating, stood straight after placing a particularly large stone, and put his hands on his hips. The image of him, his muscles, his body hair, that fan, his flaccid manhood, really was the ultimate distraction.
“Back’s hurting you?”
Like a parent knows their child is lying, he knew James would admonish him for any protests to the contrary. So he nodded, and took a moment to arch his body as if in emphasis.
“Come on, we’re done for the day.”
And he walked off, leaving Alex to admire his rising and falling glutes and the dark hair that swirled across them.
As they walked through the orchard he realised they weren’t headed for the mainhouse. The trails weaved through shrubs and trees, until they entered the clearing they’d cut through to the other day. He hadn’t actually made it into the clearing that time, or else he’d have seen the large, flat roofed pagoda in the middle.
Open to the air on all sides, and with linen curtains drawn back against each post, the building was basically a platform with a roof.
James led him inside, and began to assemble a table. But the table wasn’t a normal one, it was cushioned and had what looked like a toilet seat at one end.
Once done, he gestured to him, “Hop on.”
“I don’t-”
“It’s a massage table, mate. Get on and lay on your front.”
Oh.
OH!
James was going to massage his naked body. James big hands on his hairy skin? Fuck.
Half afraid, half excited, he climbed onto the table, and, with a little direction from James, placed his face over the hole and laid his arms by his sides. His naked body, from neck to arse to feet, was now at James’s mercy.
A sudden drip of oil on to his lower back gave him a start, followed by a pair of strong, calloused hands forcing their way across his lower back, digging in deep with his thumbs. Alex winced and sighed.
“You really are going to have to learn to lift with your knees, I can’t be doing this every day.”
The man's hands , now flat, curled up and over his shoulders, spreading the oil. He worked his way up, focussing on knots, making Alex grunt but never letting up. At times he felt the sharp, heavy weight of elbows force their way down, causing him to make noises he’d never made before.
Finally done with his assault, he shifted to his legs, and worked his way up. Feet, calves, thighs, all soaked in oil and treated to the rough, firm ministrations of James’s fingers. Fingers that were getting closer, and closer to his now achingly solid cock lodged underneath him.
No doubt James could see the purple head, leaking a pool of precum onto his table, but for once Alex was too relaxed, too tired to care. James had done what Luis had said he needed.
Then, the man’s fingers brushed his cock head, and he jolted in shock and pleasure. But James merely pushed him down again and continued up his thighs, his oily thumbs gliding either side of his manhood, massaging the flaring head by proxy.
No one had ever touched his cock before. Not even this lightly.
It was incredible.
It wasn’t enough.
He began to squirm, trying to manoeuvre his cock closer to those talented digits, but James once again held him in place.
Then, those big hands grabbed his arse cheeks, and began to knead them like dough. Elbows worked each cheek, and fingers began to slip ever deeper between them, his hair now slick to his body with oil. When one brushed his hole, he was certain his cock had pumped out several volleys of precum in either jealousy or encouragement.
As he worked, he felt something brush over his hand. Instinctively, he enclosed his fingers, and found he was grasping James' big, veiny dick. The man made no noise, nor did he remove his fingers, merely continuing to work the boy's hairy mounds.
Taking silence as permission and spared on by a rush of hormones he’d rarely experienced before, Alex slowly began to roll his fist up and down the solid mass, using sensation to trace the shape, the veins, the flare of his head, the wetness of the tip. And the heat. James’s manhood was giving off so much heat his hand was fast becoming clammy.
But all too soon, James broke away.
“Okay, time to flip over.”
Hesitating for only a moment, Alex did as he was told. His excitement had almost completely overcome his embarrassment, and he was eager to show off his whopping great stiffy.
James raised his eyebrows in what may have passed for respect, winked at him, and began to work his lower legs. Slowly but surely his entire body was worked over again, the hands skirting around his turgid dick, brushing lightly at the edge, until his bellybutton was filled with pre.
It was both torture and ectstacy, a word he now understood.
As he worked, James cock would sometimes find its way back into Alex’s open hands, and he would fondle and squeeze, enjoying the spongy yet rock solid feeling of the meat in his palm.
Then, he inhaled sharply as a hand grabbed his cock at the base and dragged its way up and free, immediately replaced with the other. Over and over, the oil slick and the hands gliding. The sensation was insane, his uncut cockhead, so sensitive to direct contact, was both in pain and intense pleasure, and James knew exactly how much of each to apply.
Squirming on the table, he reached out and grabbed James cock, and stroked it as best the angle would allow.
He had never felt this hard or this good before.
They stared directly at each other as they worked, Alex breathing already heavy, James becoming more ragged.
Then, to his own surprise, Alex began to speak.
“What did you…did you mean the other night…” he trailed off, arching his back and letting the waves of pleasure take over a moment.
James didn’t break his rhythm, but when he spoke, his own voice wasn’t nearly as stable as usual.
“What, erm, what do you mean?”
“You said…you said my dad…I’m his son,” he managed, feeling the tightness of his balls and the surge of semen building.
James grunted lightly.
“Oh, that,” he grinned, and Alex had to fight with all his willpower to hold his cum in place for every second he could. Afraid that if he spunked now James wouldn’t answer.
“We…we shared a flat after uni. Only one bedroom. We, urgh, we got very used to seeing other naked.”
He let out another little grunt as Alex rolled his fingers over the head and under the foreskin.
“Fuck. We, er, we got very used to seeing each other…seeing each other…oh fuck. Cum. Cumming!”
James’s cock swelled in Alex's hand, and like a gun going off, he felt the spunk race up and along the man’s shaft, and spray his side with hot liquid.
James was grunting in tune with every shot.
Alex lost it. His own cum began to arc into the air, spraying both men with his teenage load.
James' eyes were closed, his face scrunched up, but Alex fought to keep his open. He wanted to remember every detail of this moment for the rest of his life. Every grunt, every spasm, the heat, the smell, the insane, deep pleasure.
Shots soon became rivers, and rivers turned to puddles. The two of them, panting, sagged.
“How do you feel?” James asked him, pulling a towel from the floor and wiping them both down.
Alex, who was now exhausted and satisfied like never before, grinned back like an idiot.
“Thought so.”
The older man began to brush his body dry, taking his softening penis gently between the fabric and his hand.
“Hope you didn’t find it too weird, me comparing you to your dad. But it's true.”
“What exactly is true? Like, what comparison?” he asked, avoiding the question.
“Well, let's say you inherited his dick and his tendency to shoot like a watergun.”
James was still massaging his cock clean, but Alex wasn’t sure if he felt him suddenly start to twitch under the thick fabric.
“Oh, okay.”
“Come on, let's have a nap before dinner.”
James padded toward the trail, Alex staggering behind him.
So, his dad had been a lot less uptight when he was younger. That was, well, unexpected. And apparently he had inherited at least some of his dads better features. He was oddly proud of that. Like the cum slicked meat swinging between his legs somehow bonded them together more tightly.
As he walked toward the villa, he wondered what else had happened between James and his dad.
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